My dream girl with a dick, by Bigby 2002

(She was beautiful beyond words, young and bright;
she was his friend's lover, his dream girl. How could
he refuse the opportunity to spend a night with her?
He didn't have any idea about the truth of her strange gender.)

It started out as a dream;

I was asleep, dead tired from all the skiing I had done with Skip and
Abby that afternoon. The low whispering of soft voices woke me, but not
immediately.

As the dream was slowly replaced by reality, I realized it was my wife,
June, speaking quietly with Skip�s young girlfriend, Abby.

I didn�t move, and their conversation continued unaware of its new listener.

�I don�t know how it ever got to this point, Abby.� said June. �We just
don�t seem to know how to have fun together anymore.�

�You should have come skiing with us, June. We all had such a blast
together today.�

�I�m using �fun� as a euphemism.�

�You mean� your sex life is boring?�

�Well� yes. We used to do it like rabbits, but these days we hardly do
it at all.�

�Maybe you need to add some fantasy, June. Do you guys ever get into
game-playing and stuff?�

�You mean in bed? Oh no, Henry wouldn�t go for anything like that.�

�Have you ever tried him? All guys like games. Usually football games,
unfortunately, but I�ve never met a guy who didn�t go wild at a little
sexual deviance.�

�Well, I guess you would know, Abby. But with your looks, I bet you
don�t have much trouble getting them going.�

�Well, no; but I like to do it a lot, so I still need to work a bit
sometimes. Guys; they have such tiny batteries, and they run down so soon!�

I grunted and snorted convincingly as I rolled over; my rod needed
somewhere to go. I couldn�t believe I was listening to Abby tell June
about her sex life.

�What do you do to get Skip going, Abby?� my wife asked the younger woman.

�Not too much; Skip is a randy old bastard. Lately, I pretend to be you.�

�Me?!�

�haha. Yes, Skip has a little crush on you June. Don�t worry, he won�t
ever let it show.�

�But you�re so much younger and prettier than me; how could he want me?�

�You�re still a very sexy woman, June. And you�re still younger than Skip.�

�Well thanks for that, Abby. I�ve seen how Henry looks after you. I have
to admit it makes me jealous, but now I feel better.�

�Oh, June! All men look after me, they can�t help it.�

That was true. Abby had a face and figure to turn all heads; she was
tall and strong, her skin was like pure porcelain, her eyes were as
clear as a summer sky� her short platinum blond hair framed her perfect
face, which was always expertly made up. Abby�s accessories always
matched, she was always impeccably dressed. And she was only around 22
years old.

�All guys? You think so?�

�Of course, June. I�m their secret fantasy, what they really want. The
terrible thing is that they�re what I want too.�

They laughed quietly together.

�What�s he like� Skip.�

�Oh, Skip is wonderful. He�s such an attentive lover, and his cock is
so� cock like. God I love it when he gives it to me. He�s a great
kisser, too, and he�s just always such fun. I never thought I�d stay
with him so long, but here we are after 3 years.�

�That�s not so long. Henry and I have been together for ten.�

�Do you guys ever mix it up?�

�What do you mean?�

�Like� swap and stuff.�

�No. Do you and Skip do that?�

�We haven�t yet. But I�m thinking we will soon, or we�ll split up. I
really like Skip, and he really is awfully good in bed [or wherever],
but I need variety. Three years of monogamy is about all I can handle.�

There was silence for a few moments. I snored slightly.

�Do you think Skip is attractive, June?�

�Not as attractive as Henry.�

�Actually, I have to agree. Henry is just gorgeous. But still, do you
like Skip?�

�Henry would never agree, Abby.�

�Are you kidding? Of course he would. Guys all love these things. If we
want it, they won�t say no.�

�Have you talked to Skip about it?�

�Not seriously, just as a fantasy. But I can tell you the idea does a
certain something for skip.�

�I don�t think so, Abby.�

�Think about it June; Skip�s confident hands on your naked body as his
mouth slowly approaches yours� he touches you like this, his touch is
warm and friendly. You can trust him, he would never betray you. He
kisses you��

Shit! I could hear a kiss� could Abby be kissing June? Carefully, I
opened one eye. I couldn�t see much, but I could see it was really
happening; I could see Abby�s perfectly manicured fingers on the back of
my wife�s straw blond head. There was a period of quiet as they continued.

�And finally, you would want Skip to do it to you; you would long to
feel his big steel cock inside your body.� Abby said hypnotically. �It
will feel so good as it penetrates you, a big strong penis of a big
strong man who is not your husband; he�ll pleasure you, he�ll hold you
and love you. His cock will be like fire inside you, your body will be
stretched over it as he pushes it deep inside until you come. Yes,
darling, you�ll come so sweetly in his arms, I can see it already. Once,
twice, probably three times; only then will Skip shoot his spunk up
inside you. Shoosh, shoosh, shoosh, hot, sticky and good into you.�

�Oh god, Abby� not here� Henry will wake up.�

�Let�s go into the other room.� Abby whispered.

The door opened and closed quietly and quickly.

There was a keyhole, but I couldn�t see anything through it. I could
hear, though; the soft sighs and grunts of lovemaking. The hard short
breathing of orgasms.

I wondered if it would really happen; if I would let my old buddy Skip
screw my wife while I got to have a go with his Abby. I had decided to
be hesitant at first, but of course in reality the idea was keeping my
cock hard half the day.

I had known skip for a long time; he owned the car dealership where I
worked, he was my boss as well as my friend. I had known him when he
was still married, I had been his confidant through his messy divorce.
I have to admit that I didn't approve at first of his relationship with
Abby; she was just too much younger than him, the image of the two of
them together was somehow disturbing. Abby is a photo model, and they�d
met while she was modeling for an advertisement for him at the dealership.

June didn't like her at all, but after awhile Abby won us over. It was
impossible to ignore her happy exuberance, her humor and wit. She knew
we disapproved of her, but she ignored that until we inevitably accepted
her as Skip's girlfriend, and part of the gang.

Now we were up here in a ski lodge Skip had hired for the week. We had
all been having a lot of fun, on the slopes and off; but I certainly
never expected anything like this. I have to admit, thoughts of making
love with Abby were no stranger to my mind; but I never imagined June
would want to.

Abby and I had even shared a secret kiss or two; she had kissed me
goodnight in the kitchen several days earlier. Was it an innocent kiss
of friendship? If it was, how come we didn't repeat the kiss goodnight
the following evening when June and Skip were present, but we did repeat
the kiss the evening after that when they were not?

Her lips and burned me, the light pressure of her breasts against my
chest left an impression that I could feel for hours; the silky smooth
skin of her shoulder under my hand, the caress of her fingertips on the
back of my neck; it left me feeling conflicted, horny, and slightly guilty.

I couldn't sleep that night, until June returned to our bedroom. How
could I, knowing that my wife was making love with my fantasy girl in
the next room? I pretended to be asleep as she climbed in next to me; we
both slept.

It was Abby who made the proposal to me.

�So tell me Henry; would you let June spend the night with Skip?�

Even though I knew [hoped] that this might be coming, I was still
unprepared.

�Ah, say again, Abby?�

�Would you mind if your wife spent the night with Skip? Oh, of course I
would be spending the night with you.� She said, breaking into a laugh.

We were sitting together on the ski lift. There were still some minutes
before we would get to the top.

�Have you talked to the others about this?� I asked her.

�Yes.� She said, looking at me steadily with the challenge written on
her pretty face.

�So I'm the last to know then?�

Abby laughed again; �Well, someone had to be. Besides, I was pretty
sure you wouldn't refuse. What do you say, Henry?�

I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer; her lovely lips
were so close, it was as though our faces were attracted to each other
magnetically. It was cold up there as we kissed gently, our tongues
exploring each other's warm mouths. No one could see Abby's hand on my
crotch, massaging my rock hard dick through my trousers. No one could
hear my heart pounding in my ears with excitement.