Computer Fantasy, a short story by dave.looker. Date added: 2010-06-03. Times viewed: 4892.
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- Intro: Exhib, Voy, Computer technician demonstrates his very hard drive
Pete, one of the guys who work in my office, came round to my house a few weeks ago to sort out my computer. He was deleting unused files. Since most of them belong to my wife, Mag, it was he and her who were watching the monitor together. Pete was flirting with her. Mag must have liked him because she was flirting too. When Pete asked about a file called ‘Fantasies’, Mag laughed and asked him not to delete it. Without being asked she explained that it was part of a game that we played. I would E-mail her from the office, with the heading Fantasy, something like “I want you to dress up as a nurse”, and she would be ready when I got home. Pete asked what was the most exciting one for her. Her reply surprised me.
“When Ian asked me to meet him at the office wearing nothing beneath my plastic raincoat”..
Pete said he wished he had known about that. Mag told him that if she did it again she would make sure that he did. They both knew that I was listening and looked at me for my reaction. I laughed with them, but made no comment.
A couple of days later, Mag asked me to ask Pete if he could show her how to do something on the computer. I asked him at work. He agreed and wrote a short note on my computer.
“I WANT YOU TO SHOW PETE YOUR TITS”.
I laughed when I read it and sent it to Mag. Neither of us knew what to expect when we arrived at my house together. We found Mag wearing jeans and a bikini top. She said she had been topping up her tan. Mag has large tits and most of them were on show as the small blue top only just covered her nipples. Pete couldn’t take his eyes off them.
He stared at her breasts as she told him what she wanted to do. Pete got Mag to sit on the swivel chair in front of the computer and stood behind her, looking over her shoulder as he talked her through her task. He was looking down, staring at her breasts, trying to see inside her top. Maybe he could. Although Mag’s tits are quite large, they stand up for themselves pretty well and as she leaned forward over the keyboard the bikini top gaped open slightly, possibly enough for him to see inside.
“What happened then ?” Mag shouted. She turned round quickly on her chair to look at Pete. Her top had pulled a little to one side and one of her nipples was uncovered. Reluctantly Pete had to tear his eyes away from it and look at the screen. He stretched his arm out across her shoulder, took hold of the mouse and showed her how to correct her error. As he moved the mouse the back of his hand rubbed against the uncovered nipple. Her little pink nipple had grown quite hard. They both looked at it.
“Sorry, my straps come loose”, Mag said. She sat up straight and pulled the strap away from the back of her neck. Holding the front of her bikini out, both tits were completely naked for him to view as she located the end of each string. Even when she stretched her hands around the back of her neck to re-tie it, both nipples were left uncovered; the thin strip of material hugged the side of her breasts, pulling them together and the stretching of her arms pushed her tits up and out to perfect shape. Both nipples were hard. After fastening the string, which she seemed to struggle with, she slid the front back into position, covering her nipples. She smiled at Pete.
“Thanks for showing me”, she said.
“Anytime”, he replied.
The following night, after dinner, Mag was checking her E-mails when suddenly I heard her scream, then laugh and accuse me of being a pervert. I went to have a look. The message on screen read
“I WANT TO WATCH YOU FUCK PETE”.
I checked the origin. It had come from my computer at work, but I didn’t send it. We decided that Pete must have done it. I had given him my password so that he could work on my computer. We talked about it, a lot, for several days, but I didn’t say anything to Pete. The truth is that it excited us both, probably more than either of us dared admit, but we weren’t sure if we dare do anything about it.
Mag said she didn’t think she could, not actually fuck someone. I wasn’t sure how I would react if I was watching, but the idea excited us so much that we agreed to try an experiment. I asked Pete to call round again, because Mag said something strange was happening with the computer. He called unannounced on his way home from work. None of us had even had a drink. He asked Mag to show him what was happening. She brought up the E-mail for him to see. Pete laughed, apologised, said he had sent it as a joke, but thought that she had not shown it to me because I hadn’t mentioned it.
Mag told him that we had been discussing it seriously, because she thought it was what I wanted. A genuine fantasy. Pete blushed. I interrupted, telling him that neither of us had ever done anything like that and weren’t sure if we could. Mag added that she had never been unfaithful. I told him that we would like to try an experiment.
I asked if he would let me watch him stroke Mags’ tits and then leave us to talk about it and see how we both felt.
“Just a little experiment”, Mag added, to prove she agreed.
“Yes please”, he replied, enthusiastically. I got Mag to stand in the centre of the room, facing my favourite chair. She was hardly dressed for seduction, a white T-shirt and denim jeans, but that might have helped. I stood Pete behind her, placed his hands onto her hips then slid them up inside her shirt.
He had a tit in each hand by the time I had taken my place on the chair to watch. Mag never wears a bra so I know that he was holding her naked flesh, but all I could see was his hands moving under the shirt. At first they were both laughing, treating it as a joke, but after a couple of minutes they began to take it seriously. Mag began to move her body in response to his touch. He began to plant tiny kisses onto her neck.
He wasn’t just squeezing now. He was stroking her body, sliding his hands up and down inside the shirt, sometimes pulling her towards him and squeezing his body against her back. Mag was sliding her arse against his crotch. She stretched her head up and back and kissed him on the lips. A proper kiss. I watched one of his hands slide out from inside her shirt and slide inside the front of her jeans. Mag wrapped one of her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth tight against her own.
Her legs parted slightly. She was allowing his fingers as much freedom as the tight denim would permit as he ate her mouth. His crotch was pushing into her as hard as was manageable. The show was incredibly sexy. Even though I couldn’t see either hand, I knew that one was on her tit and the other had found her cunt. They stopped kissing. Both his hands came back into view. He removed Mag’s arm from around his neck, twisted her round and placed her hand onto the front of his trousers. Mag rubbed him for a moment and kissed him again, briefly, then placed both of her hands on his face.
“Thank you. I think we had better stop for now”, she said. “We need to talk”, she added, looking across at me for the first time. She turned her head back to his, kissed him once more and said “To be continued”.
She took hold of his hand and led him to the door. Just before he left, he cupped her breast in one hand, kissed her mouth, said “See you soon” and left. We were both too embarassed to talk for a while, but we had a couple of drinks and started to discuss our feelings. Neither could deny that we had been excited. I told her honestly that I could not be sure how much of my excitement was because I had to imagine what he was doing to her.
“And did you want to see ?” she asked.
I did. Neither of us could admit that we were ready to go all the way, but we both wanted to experiment some more. We agreed that we would think about it. The next day I sent Pete an E-mail direct to his computer at work - “WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE ME NAKED ?”.
It was from Mag, but she didn’t know about it. He replied direct to her. She showed me when I got home. “I WANT TO SEE YOU NAKED. BE READY FRIDAY”.
We were both ready. Once again he called direct from work. Mag let him in. She didn’t even offer him a drink. She sat me in my chair and took the same position in the room as before. We both watched as she slid her dress down her body onto the floor. She wore absolutely nothing beneath it. Her body was completely naked for us to admire. Pete looked at her for ages, turning her round slowly to examine her in full before touching her properly.
At first his hands stroked her skin very gently, sliding his fingers across every part of her, circling her nipples, stroking her arse and gently tracing his fingers along the crease of her cunt before standing behind her, as before, squeezing both tits hard and pulling her body tight against his. His hands began stroking again, much more firmly now, making sure that one of them was always between her thighs, rubbing her cunt hard. The kisses on her neck were getting lower. Mag twisted her body round so that he could kiss her breasts. Soon he was licking and sucking on her nipples. Mag unzipped his pants and pushed her hand inside. Once again I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I’m pretty sure that she found his dick.
I found mine. I had both hands over it, squeezing it sometimes, but mostly trying to hide it. I didn’t want either of them to see how hard it was. They weren’t looking. Mag’s hand was moving inside his pants almost as much as his hand was sliding across her cunt. He was still sucking her nipples; first one and then the other, but sometimes now his mouth would slide down to lick around her navel and then his tongue would slide back up onto her tit.
I didn’t notice at first but one of his hands was holding her wrist, stopping her hand from moving. He was sliding it out from inside his pants. I was expecting to see his dick, but I didn’t. He placed her hand onto his shoulder and dropped to his knees. Gently he raised one of her legs to rest across his other shoulder. He was kissing the inside of her thigh. He teased her for ages before he kissed her cunt. I heard her gasp when he made contact. He licked it gently for a while, then suddenly placed both hands onto her arse and pulled her hard into his face, which was between her legs. His head was moving, up and down or from side to side, but I don’t know if he was sucking or licking. Suddenly Mag screamed, pushed him away so fast that he fell over, and ran away.
I went to see what was wrong. She had locked herself in the bathroom. She wouldn’t come out. She wouldn’t talk. I went back to try to explain to Pete, but I didn’t know what to say. I apologised and told him that I would see him at work. Much later I got to talk to Mag. She was sobbing as she tried to explain.
She had had an orgasm. It took me a while to realise that she had never had one before. We talked about it a lot over the weekend. Did she want another one? Did I want her to have an orgasm from another man? Could I learn how to give her one?
YES, YES YES. We agreed that we both needed help from Pete, but how to explain ? On Monday, Mag called me at work. I transferred the call to Pete, but put it on conference so that I could hear. I heard Mag apologise for being stupid and ask if she could meet him somewhere, alone, so that she could explain. He suggested the coffee shop across the street from our office, and asked if she could wear the plastic raincoat with nothing underneath. That made her laugh. I had to agree to allow them half an hour before joining them - they both knew that I was listening.
When I joined them in the coffee shop they were both relaxed and flirting with each other. Mag was wearing the plastic mac. All of the buttons were unfastened. The two sides left a gap just wide enough for me to see that she wore nothing beneath it. Mag told me that she had confessed all while Pete got us all a coffee. The subject was not mentioned whilst we drank it, but we did agree that Pete would call on Friday again to ‘service her computer’. He was still flirting. He flicked one side of her coat open so that he could see her tits and Mag just laughed.
Mag finished her coffee first. She bent down and kissed me on the forehead, then bent even further across the table, making sure that Pete could see inside her coat, kissed him on the mouth, stood up straight again, pulled her coat back together and ordered us back to work.
She greeted us both with a kiss on Friday. She sat me on my chair and gave me a drink. She didn’t offer Pete one. She started to unfasten his shirt. She was wearing a blouse and skirt, looking very proper, like an office secretary, but she allowed Pete to unfasten her shirt too. He cupped both of her tits in his hands as soon as he had freed them, then crushed them against his own naked chest and kissed her on the mouth.
His kisses soon dropped lower onto her breasts, which he was both sucking and squeezing at the same time. He unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She wasn’t wearing knickers, which his hand discovered very quickly. He rubbed her cunt, opening her up with his fingers until she started to pant. Much more quickly than before he dropped to his knees and placed her in the same position ready to receive his tongue. Mag hadn’t touched him at all, but it was obvious she was responding. Once again she screamed, but this time she didn’t run away. She grabbed hold of his head and held it in place until she had finished.
When her moans had stopped and she let go of his head, Pete stood up again and kissed her on the mouth once more. They were both grinding their bodies against each other. Pete had both hands on her naked arse, pulling her against him. Mag was sliding her hands all over his body until she reached the front of his trousers. I couldn’t see what she was doing for a moment until she dropped onto her knees. She removed his shoes first, then unfastened his belt, slid his zip down and lowered his pants. She helped him to step out of them before touching his dick. When she did she held it up, examined it for a moment, stroking it gently before licking it all over. She didn’t suck it. She turned her head to look at me, watching in my chair, smiled and stood up.
Still holding onto his dick she led him towards me. She straddled the arm of my chair and led him to stand in between her legs. She pulled him until his dick made contact with the lips of her sex. Her cunt was only inches away from my face as I watched it open up and suck the end of his dick into her hole. She pulled it out again, stroked it along her crevice a couple of times so that I could see that she was really ready for it, then pushed it back inside her very moist opening. More of it went in this time. Even more when she pushed her pelvis forward. Now she released her hold on it and allowed him to push.
It all went in. He held still for a while, experiencing the fact that it was all buried inside her before pulling almost all the way out and pushing it back in again. He started to pump. Mag was reaching her hand out struggling to find something to support her during this attack. She found my leg. I could feel every thrust as she squeezed my leg and rocked the chair with the rhythm of him fucking her. I heard her moan again. She was having another orgasm. He started to groan too and began pushing against her, holding her tight against him, hiding her head and her breasts against his naked chest.
When he stood up, he thanked me and finished my beer. I got us both another one while he got dressed. Mag didn’t bother. She took my place on my chair and lay back on it, naked, smiling at both of us. Pete finished his drink quickly, without saying anything, kissed Mag and left.
A couple of days later Mag got an E-mail. She showed it to me.
“FANTASY - I WANT TO SHOW YOUR TITS TO THE GUYS AT THE PUB”.
She was laughing. I made arrangements at work for us to meet him in the pub he suggested. He introduced us to a gang of about 6 guys and 2 girlfriends. We all had quite a lot to drink, but Mag was pretending to be much more drunk than she really was. Pete was flirting with her all night and we were all laughing about how outrageous they were. He made comment about her blouse and how her nipples poked into the soft silky material. She wore a wrap over blouse that tied at the front with a string. It had no buttons at all, a fact which she somehow managed to make clear, telling him that if the string came undone her tits would come out. It became a joke for him to pretend to try to grab the string and unfasten it. When Mag rushed her hand to prevent him holding it he would change direction and squeeze one of her nipples instead. We all saw what he was doing and we all laughed every time.
After a while he allowed this joke to simmer and began teasing one of the other girls instead. She didn’t seem to appreciate him squeezing her bra covered breast quite as much, but when her boyfriend joined in, instead of stopping him, that became the main focus of merriment.
When Pete gave me a nudge and a wink, I went to the bar to get more drink, but made sure that I could see. I watched as Pete stood behind Mag, with his hands around her waist, and whisper that her string was coming undone.
I heard her reply, “0h is it ? thank you.” before he shouted “YES, I’ve made my mind up”.
I watched him untie it and pull her blouse apart. With both tits on show, Mag made no attempt to cover them. Instead she grabbed hold of both of his hands, pretending to remove the string from his grasp, but actually holding her blouse wide open so that all could admire her tits.
I was bringing our drinks back to the table before she managed to take control of her blouse and wrap it across her breasts. I was placing our drink on the table when she told me, quite loudly, that my friend had just unfastened her string and pulled her blouse apart “Like this”. She still hadn’t fastened it. She pulled it open once more and gave me a repeat performance, close-up this time, displaying her tits for all to admire once more.
This show wasn’t quite as long. She covered herself and re-tied the knot, but much more loosely so we were still treated to occasional flashes of her nipples as we enjoyed our next drink. Before we had another one, she went to the toilet. She staggered back, giggling loudly and whispered very loudly that she thought she had had too much too drink.
“I’ve just peed my pants and had to take them off”, she told me in a voice loud enough for all to hear, although they might not have heard the final word, “Look”. She lifted her skirt to show me, and Pete, that she had removed her knickers.
She then revolved slowly to show the rest of the group her cunt before announcing that she needed to sit down. She hitched herself onto a barstool and sat in such a way that her legs were spread so wide that even more of her cunt was on show. I told the gang that I thought that she had had enough and asked Pete to help me get her to the car. With Mag still giggling loudly, we each put an arm around her and steered her out.
She continued to stagger all the way. We bundled her into the back. Pete jumped in after her.
He was sucking her tits before I got the engine started. He was fucking her before I reached the main road. As I drove, slowly, through the centre of town, Pete was fucking my wife in the back seat of my car.. I had to go through the main street twice before dropping him at his house, which wasn’t very far from the pub. Mag seemed quite sober as she kissed him goodnight, even though she was quite naked. She stayed naked all the way back to our house, even waiving at some of the truck drivers that I managed to stop alongside at traffic lights. Yes, she did have another orgasm. We can’t wait for the next E-mail fantasy.
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