I heard my wife come in. I even heard the zip of her dress as her clothes fell to the floor. I was listening closely. I knew she had come in from my fantasy.
I sat for a while in my office, listening through the silence. Then she began to moan. I listened to her moaning to the unknown images that flickered through her mind, and I was instantly hard: both because my wife was in the living room naked and masturbating, and because the images were unknown. Sex with strangers? What had she gotten up to today? What man had put her in such a state? I wanted to know everything, and I wanted to know nothing at all. What I really wanted was to take her in wordless passion and see the unknown fantasies flit across her face. Continue reading Sex with strangers: the result of The Business Card Experiment
Well you’re certainly getting creative! It’s always the little twist to your dares that makes them difficult (as I’m sure you know). I give my business card out to strangers every day (and now I’m worried/excited to think that I’ve given one to you at some point), but handing it over without explanation was another matter entirely. Not that it wasn’t terribly exciting! The first step, however, was to find some stranger hot enough to entrust with my cute little card (as well as the rest of cute little me!). I had lots of errands to run all over the place today, and as I did I was more aware of other people than I’ve been in a long time. It made me excited to assess their bodies so closely, and then to assess my own body for its reactions to the assessments. There was a lot of assessing going on out there! And my nipples were tingling and taut with the excitement of it all (showing clearly through my dress, I’m sure, so that I felt nearly as naked as I did during your 
Dear Mrs. Fantasy,