Jacquie’s Ultimate Fantasy 114577473619

Short Story

Ruth and I met in school, and neither of us really had any other serious relationships.  There was never any question that we would get married, and we did so right after graduation.  We settled into middle class English suburban life and we were happy enough, in our way.  We had sex most Saturdays, and it was very nice, though nothing like the movies.  Ruth always liked her romance novels, and I would sometimes look at the strapping shirtless men on the covers and wonder, but, well, it was something we just didn’t talk about. 

When cancer took Ruth much too young, I figured that was it for me.  Bachelorhood for me from here on out.  I mean, I suppose I’m nice enough looking, but nothing to write home about.  I have a decent job, and own my modest home, but they’ll never invite me to be on “Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire?”

And then I met Jacquie.  She was a client.  I would stop by their office every week or so to drop off paperwork, and she was always very friendly.  But I figured she was just that sort.  Not about me at all, really.  Jacquie had a lovely smile, a lush figure, and masses of wavy brown hair.  If I had been the type to fantasize, she would have been a featured player, but obviously nothing was ever going to happen.  And then, about a year after Ruth passed, Jacquie invited me out for a drink, and I said yes.  The rest, as they say, is history.  We hit it off immediately.  I had never met someone so easy to talk to.  Despite my natural reticence, my whole story came pouring out.  Ruth, our life together, how devastated I was to lose her, my loneliness since.  To my shock, we ended up in bed that night, and that’s when the real revelations began.

Jacquie was an absolute tigress in bed.  She liked everything, and liked it all multiple times, at any time of day or night and just about anywhere.  I had the first blowjob in my life while driving us to dinner.  I almost crashed into a bus stop.  It was a little intimidating.   Sex with Ruth was always the missionary position, usually with at least some clothing on, and always over fairly quickly.  Jacquie could go on for hours.  I worried that I was too inexperienced for her, but she loved showing me new things.  She took it as a personal challenge to see how quickly she could get me hard again after an orgasm, and over time, I did get better – at a lot of things.

The blowjob wasn’t the only time Jacquie surprised me in public.  She loved being provocative.  “Accidentally” letting her blouse fall open to titillate a waiter.  Bending over to pick up a dropped item so that her skirt rode up, giving passersby a view of her thong.  Ruth had always worn utilitarian undergarments, but for Jacquie, the sexier the better.  She loved to take me shopping with her, and pull open the dressing room curtain to model her bra or corset.  She was thrilled when I would get hard in public and would contrive all sorts of reasons to rub up against it.  It was not at all unusual when we were driving somewhere for her to unzip me and play with my cock all the way to our destination.  She had me in a state of extreme arousal almost non-stop. 

You might think this would all blow over after a while, but after Jacquie and I married and the years ticked by, the heat only increased.  It was a rare day we didn’t make love at least once.  I learned positions and techniques I had never even heard of.  The best part was the fantasies.  Nothing was out of bounds for Jacquie.  Every time she saw a man – or a woman! – she found attractive, she would tell me everything she would like to do with them.  It took a while before I was comfortable joining in, but with Jacquie’s encouragement I learned to let my fantasies run wild.  If a good-looking deliveryman came to the door, we might spend an hour talking about all the ways Jacquie wanted to fuck him, usually while I was deep inside her.  When our neighbor’s teenage daughter came home for a visit from college, we would spin wild fantasies of inviting her over and seducing her.  Jacquie loved to imagine slowly undressing her, sucking her nipples and licking her busy, and then bending her over for me to fuck from behind.  She insisted that I pretend she was the neighbor girl.  “Call me Jenny!” she’d say.  “Tell me how much you want to fuck me!”  Then she would bend over and I would fuck her hard from behind, calling her Jenny and telling her how much I loved her ass and her tits and what a great fuck she was.  We would both have tremendous orgasms.  It was wild and liberating and I never got over how lucky I was to find this incredible woman.    

I did worry, though.  Jacquie had a huge appetite for sex, and fantasized about orgies with multiple partners, men and women, sex with strangers, all kinds of things.  I couldn’t help wondering how long she would be happy with just me.  As her next birthday approached, I resolved to do something really special to show her how much she meant to me.

In the nearby city there was a swingers club that was discreet but still fairly well known.  They met once a month at a hotel, and Jacquie and I had often fantasized about joining them, though I was sure we would never act on it.  I girded my shy English loins, and making an excuse about business in the city, I went there during their next meeting. 

I really didn’t know what to expect.  There was a small sign in the lobby welcoming the group, with  mention of a reception in a certain lounge, but that was a little too direct for me.  Instead I found my way to the bar and ordered a drink while I plotted my next move.  In the end, it was easy.  A nice couple sat near me at the bar and bought me a drink.  They invited me to join them upstairs, but I flusteringly declined and managed to tell them why I was there.  They were quite nice and intrigued, and soon invited over more of their friends to hear about Jacquie and my ideas for her birthday.  In no time at all things were settled.  I couldn’t help marveling at how easy it all was, and berated myself for waiting so long.

As Jacquie’s birthday approached, I sent some emails and made a few calls to finalize things, and when the day arrived, all was in place.

That morning, I kissed her awake, and when she opened her eyes and smiled, I wished her a happy birthday.  Over breakfast, I told her that I had something special in mind for the day, beginning with some shopping.  That brought a big smile.  Jacquie loved to shop.  On the way to the mall, she unzipped me and began stroking my cock as she often did.  I was no longer in danger of crashing the car, but it did make it hard to think straight.  Still, I managed to tell her that I wanted this day to be really special.  I told Jacquie that anything she wanted to do today was ok.  No rules, no taboos.  If it made her happy, I was all for it.  Her grin got bigger.

“Are you sure?” she asked.  “Anything?”  I nodded.

“Anything at all,” I said.

“Well,” she replied, looking wicked.  “This should be interesting.”

I had come so far during our time together that Jacquie was not at all surprised when I took her to her favorite lingerie boutique to shop.   She spent quite a bit of time trying on different exotic underthings, each more alluring than the last.  I encouraged  her to buy something that made her feel really sexy.

“Well, aren’t you the devil?” she exclaimed.  “Whatever happened to my shy little English boy?” She pulled me into the dressing room, and wearing only a pair of lace panties, crushed me into a passionate kiss.  I was hard instantly, which she was quick to spot.  Grabbing me through my trousers, she said “Better save that.  I have big plans for it later.”

Jacquie settled on a black lace teddy that looked incredible on her, and with my encouragement, wore it out of the store under her dress.  We had a light lunch at a tea shop at the mall, and she kept flashing me looks down her top and up her skirt, enjoying my obvious arousal. 

“Just wait until I get you home,” she said.

As we pulled into the driveway, there was a van at the curb.  A young woman jumped out and approached us, looking at a slip of paper.

“Are you Martin and Jacquie?” she asked.  We acknowledged that we were.

“I’m Emily, the masseuse!” she announced.  Jacquie looked surprised.

“Happy birthday!” I said. 

“A massage! What a treat” Jacquie exclaimed, and gave me a kiss.  “You sweet man!”

We invited Emily in, and found a place for her to set up her table.  I told them to go ahead and not mind me.  Emily asked  Jacquie to undress and lie face down on the table, and Jacquie quickly pulled off her dress revealing her new teddy.

“Wow!” Emily said.  Jacquie giggled.

“A birthday present,” she said.  “Isn’t it sexy?” 
“I’ll say!” said Emily. Jacquie slipped out of the teddy, looking even sexier wearing nothing at all.  Soon she was face down on the massage table, a sheet covering her lower half, while Emily kneaded her back muscles.  I busied myself in the kitchen, but I could hear Jacquie’s soft murmurs and moans of pleasure. 

I put on some soft music and poured myself a glass of wine.  After a while, I heard Emily ask Jacquie to roll over.  Soon, Jacquie’s sounds of pleasure seemed to be getting louder. I peaked in the other room, and she was on her back, the sheet down around her waist, covering her legs.  Emily was standing at Jacquie’s head, each hand kneading one of Jacquie’s full breasts.  Her nipples were hard and erect, and she was making gasping sounds of pleasure that I knew too well.  Just then the doorbell rang.  I rushed to answer it. 

An adorable young girl stood there in a skirt and smock, her arms full of flowers. 

“Hi there! Delivery for Jacquie!” she said with a perky smile.  I stepped back and opened the door wider, inviting her in. 

“Come on in.  Let’s find a place for those,” I said.  She followed me toward the kitchen, then slowed as we passed through the room where Jacquie was getting her massage.  Emily was still lavishing attention on Jacquie’s breasts, and she moaned non-stop.  Hearing the girl’s steps, she opened her eyes sleepily. 

“Flowers! For me?” she said.  “Oh Honey! Aren’t you sweet!”  She beckoned the girl closer.

“Let me have a smell,” she said.  The girl approached and bent down, her eyes locked on Jacquie’s erect nipples under Emily’s hands.  Jacquie took a deep breath and put one hand on the girl’s shoulder. 

“Oh dear, that’s lovely,” she said.  “What’s your name, dear?”

“Miranda,” the flower girl answered.  Jacquie moved her hand down Miranda’s blouse until it rested over Miranda’s breast, then gave a friendly squeeze. 

“Why don’t you stay for a while?” she suggested.  Miranda looked at me and I shrugged.  She turned back to Jacquie and nodded.

“OK,” she said. 

“Oh good,” Jacquie smiled.  “It’s my birthday.”

“Would you like to help?” Emily asked Miranda. 

“I better take those,” I said, relieving Miranda of her flowers and returning to the kitchen to find a vase.  When I came back, the sheet was on the floor.  Miranda had taken Emily’s place, standing at the head of the table and massaging Jacquie’s breasts.  Emily stood to one side, her hands kneading the inside of one thigh.  I could smell a familiar musky aroma rising from Jacquie’s nether regions.  She was no longer lying still, but was twisting and moaning under the ministrations of the two women.  As I watched, she reached up and pulled Miranda down to her, giving the girl a deep kiss.  Emily pushed Jacquie’s thighs apart and lowered her face to her pussy, giving her a long deep lick from bottom to top.  Jacquie interrupted her kiss to release a strangled howl of pleasure, then pulled Miranda back down with one hand while the other pressed against the back of Emily’s head, urging her on.  Emily began lapping at Jacquie’s pussy in earnest, and I saw Jacquie’s thighs moving in and out rhythmically.  Jacquie and Miranda had their tongues in each other’s mouths, while Miranda twisted Jacquie’s hard nipples in her fingers.  Then the doorbell rang again.

Didn’t seem like anyone else was going to get the door, so I answered it.  A brown-uniformed UPS driver stood there with a package under one arm.  Another birthday present.  I stepped back and invited him in.  
“Might as well join the party,” I said.  He walked in and saw the three women gyrating on the massage table.  Somehow Miranda had lost her clothes and she was straddling the table, her head thrown back and her eyes closed, Jacquie’s face buried in her pussy.  Emily was still eating Jacquie furiously, and I could tell from her movements and the squishy noises that her fingers were diving in and out of Jacquie’s sopping cunt.   The UPS driver got a huge grin on his face and an instant boner stretched his brown shorts into a tent. 

“Damn!” he exclaimed.  The girls paused at the sound and looked up.

“Oh thank god! A man!” Jacquie cried, and they all laughed.

“I think you better get over here,” Emily said.  The driver looked at me and I shrugged.  He moved toward the table, shucking his clothes as he went.

“HI! I’m Mark!” he said.

“Hi Mark,” Jacquie said.  “It’s my birthday.  Want to fuck?”  Mark’s grin got even bigger, and he moved between Jacquie’s legs.  She scooted won to the edge of the table and he bent her thighs back, positioned himself and plunged in.

“Oh my god!” Jacquie yelled.  “That feels so fucking good!”  Mark began pumping in and out of Jacquie’s dripping pussy, his tanned backside moving between her thighs and his hands holding her feet in the air.  Emily and Miranda moved to either side of Jacquie, alternately sucking her nipples and giving her deep wet kisses. 

“Oh my god! Oh fuck! Fuck yeah!” Jacquie began yelling, transported by the incredible sensations enveloping her body.

“Martin!” she cried. “Get the fuck over here!”  I moved to the table and she pulled me down into a warm, wet kiss.   

“Get out of those clothes,” she demanded, a wild look on her face.  “I want your dick now!”  I quickly shucked my clothes, my hard cock springing to attention.  Jacquie grabbed it and pulled it down to her face, wrapping her lips around it and sucking as the girls continued pleasuring her breasts and Mark fucked her for all he was worth.  Jacquie was making noises I had never heard from her before, wild animal noises of pleasure and abandon, sometimes pulling my cock out of her mouth so she could cry out or scream profanity. 

“Fuck yeah!  Fuck me! Fuck me!” she would scream, before pulling my dick back into her mouth and sucking hard. 

Mark gave a strangled cry as he erupted in to Jacquie’s pussy and she stopped sucking long enough to snarl at him.

“Fuck yeah!  Give me that cum!  Fill up my fucking pussy! Yeah!”  Mark slumped away in exhaustion and Jacquie gave one last suck on my dick before saying.  “Fuck me right now, you bastard.  Fuck me hard!”

I moved to the end of the table and took Mark’s place, my cock sliding easily into Jacquie’s dripping pussy.  I began sliding in and out and she pushed against me, urging me to go faster and harder.  I fucked her harder and faster than I ever had before.  Miranda bent over Jacquie, first her fingers and then her tongue finding Jacquie’s clit just above where my cock was pounding in and out.  Emily kept playing with Jacquie’s tits and sucking on her nipples.

“Oh fuck!” Jacquie cried.  “Fuck yeah!  OH FUUUUCCCKKK!!!” Her whole body bucked up from the table as a huge orgasm seized her.  Her eyes rolled back and her thighs squeezed me hard.  I released a giant jet of hot cum inside her, then another as I felt her pussy throbbing against my cock.  Jacquie spasmed and twisted on the table, her body shaking with an orgasm that just kept rolling through her.  Finally she began to calm down.  I slipped out of her, ribbons of cum rolling down her thighs from her overfilled pussy.  She lay there gasping while everyone else found something to lean against.  We all grinned at each other.

Suddenly there was a loud pounding at the door.

“Police! Open up!” I heard.  Oh shit!  Everyone looked around frantically.  Jacquie grabbed the sheet and tried to cover herself, while the others scrambled for clothing from the pile on the floor.

The pounding came again.  I pulled on my trousers  and went to the door.  Two uniformed officers stood there looking grim.

“We have a report of a disturbance, sir,” the older one said.  “Is this your residence?”  
“Yes, yes, it is,” I acknowledged.

“We heard a woman screaming,” said the other.  “Is everything all right?”

“Um, that was just my wife,’ I said, “She was, um, she’s …she’s fine.”

“I’m afraid we’ll have to come in and check,” said the first constable, and they pushed past me into the room.  Mark, Emily and Miranda were now all decently covered, although Mark couldn’t seem to find one shoe, and somebody’s bra was still on the floor.  Jacquie sat up on the table, the sheet wrapped around her.  Everyone looked sheepishly at the constables. 

“What the devil is going on here?” said the older officer. 

“Looks like some kind of orgy, sir,” said the younger.

“It’s my birthday,” Jacquie said softly. 

The police quickly determined that nobody was hurt or under duress, and scooted Mark and the two girls out of there.  Then they turned to us.

“Well now,” said the older officer.  “We have disturbing the peace here at a minimum.  Lewd conduct.  I’m sure we can come up with more once we get you two down to the station.“  Jacquie blanched.

“But, but is that really necessary?” she protested.   “We were just having a little party.  It’s, it’s my birthday…” she trailed off with a little sob.  She brushed her hair back from her face with one hand, and the sheet  slipped a little, revealing one lovely breast.  She mustered a little smile.

“Couldn’t we…isn’t there something we could do?” She looked at me, then back to the two policemen.  She smiled again and the sheet slipped a little more, both breasts now exposed.  One seemed to have a small bite mark. 

“Um, sir…” mumbled the younger policeman.  “Perhaps…” they stepped away into the kitchen and Jacquie gave me a brave smile and covered herself up again.  The policemen returned.

“Well,” said the older.  “Can you assure us that everything here was done on a, shall we say, voluntary basis?” 

“Oh yes,” Jacquie said.  “Totally voluntary.”  The cop looked at me and I nodded agreement.

“And you weren’t injured?” he asked.

“No,” Jacquie said.  “Well, maybe a little bruise or two.” She looked down sheepishly.

“Hmm…” murmured the officer.  “Perhaps we can overlook this.  But we’ll have to examine you to make sure you are quite unharmed.”  He looked at me.

“Perhaps you can wait in the other room, sir.”  I went back to the kitchen.  I heard murmured voices, then silence.  Then I heard Jacquie again.  But not words.  This was more like before.  Sounds of….pleasure.  I peeked around the doorway. 

Jacquie was on her hands and knees on the massage table.  The older officer stood at the top, completely naked, his cock inside Jacquie’s mouth.  Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked him.  The younger cop was behind her, his hands on her hips, pounding her hard from behind.  I heard a slapping sound each time he made contact with her round ass.  Grunts and moans of pleasure came from Jacquie’s throat as she was pleasured at both ends.  Suddenly the young cop cried out and thrust hard and fast a few times, then exploded inside Jacquie’s cunt.  He sagged and staggered to the sofa and the older cop took his place, slipping his hard dick into Jacquie’s already well-fucked pussy.  He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him as he thrust, fucking her hard and deep, and from the deep-throated noises she made I could tell she loved every minute of it.  He raised a hand and smacked her ass hard, then again, and twice more, leaving red hand marks on either cheek.  The naked cop stuck a finger in his mouth then lowered it to Jacquie’s ass, teasing her asshole as he fucked her.  He worked the wet finger inside her and began sliding it on and out in rhythm with his fucking.  Jacquie began making loud grunting noises, pushing back against the cop as he fucked her.  He added a second finger, fucking her ass with his fingers while his big cock pounded her cunt.  He pulled back, took his slick cock in his hand and directed it at her puckered asshole.  She pushed back against him and his dick disappeared inside her.  Grabbing her hips, he began thrusting hard and fast into Jacquie’s ass. 

“Oh god,” Jacquie said.  “Oh god.  You’re fucking my ass.  Oh yes.  Fuck my ass!  FUCK my ass!  FUCK!  YEAH!!  OH FUUUCK!!!”  She bucked and the cop’s dick slipped out of her, a rope of cum spurting from it and landing on her back and across her ass.  Another jet erupted into her hair and across her body, then another and one more.   Jacquie collapsed onto the table, her body heaving.  The cop pulled the sheet up over her and stepped away.  I moved to the table and wrapped my arms around her.  She heaved silently beneath me, too overwhelmed and out of breath to speak. 

When I next looked around, the two cops were dressed.  They nodded at me and made their way to the door, walking out and closing it behind them.  I looked down at Jacquie.

“What a marvelous birthday, you dear man,” she said, giving me a kiss.  “Now take me upstairs and fuck me properly.”