In fact, it is this very idea thathas lead to my fantasy being fulfilled.First of all, you must understand that my wife is strong-headed andwill not s...bmit to my whims. I respect her for that. I guess thatis why it took me 6 years to turn her on to living my fantasy. Itstarted out one evening when we decided after we went to see a playin the city, that instead of going straight home, we still had timeto stop for a drink. As I told you it didn't take much for me to getmy wife drunk. We were. As Graham’s lips paid homage to her neck and breasts he continued to explore Jenny’s body with his hands. I watched intently as he rhythmically circled up her inner thigh and over the front of her bikini. With each brush of his fingers, her legs eased wider and wider apart until finally he was gently teasing her clit through the thin material. Breaking the embrace Jenny undressed him. In no time at all, she had him on his back, feet facing me, naked except for his shorts. He tried to get up,. He raised his hands and placed them on my boobs. I moved a little down and along with me, I took down his shorts and underwear. His penis stood tall – long, dark and handsome.I placed both my hands on it and started stroking it. I would see on his face that I was the first woman to touch his penis. He was enjoying it and it soon got better for him as I wrapped his penis with my tongue. His long penis went deep down my throat as I kept sucking it while I tickled his nuts. I was then just about. Or rather, she was now conscious of what she felt when she looked at him. But she feared his response if she told him – did he even really see her as a girl anymore? Or just a buddy who happened to have long hair and good advice about women? After a month, she’d been unable to hold it in any longer. She’d had a nice meal ready for when he got home from work, planning to pour out her heart over dinner. (She’d discovered that she had absorbed some traditional ideas about male-female.