How long can you possibly wait to fulfill a fantasy? How long before it builds up to a cancer eating away at your thoughts? Does it eventually die out, never to be fulfilled? I can answer these questions. I’ve dreamed, wrote, fantasized about this for more than half of my life. More than 20 years of imagining what’s going to happen, how will I feel, what her reaction will be! It started with dinner and cards with our friends, Z and C. Of course they aren’t just any friends or this confession would end with hugs and see ya laters. Drive safe. No, these are lifestyle friends. Where dreams and fantasies become real. How we got from my burning desires to reality is beyond me but hold on tight because sure enough, reality was way better than fantasy. It was simple card game turned into playing for clothing, turned into the winner takes all. But what does the winner get? Control. He or she gets total control or our now naked bodies and what we do for the rest of the night. Sadly I didn’t win, I’m so competitive normally I may even be a little upset. This unlucky loss turned into the most significant night of my lifestyle birth. Our beautiful female friend, C, won with a rather substantial margin. Watching her count her cards, realizing she was going to be in total control, seeing the ideas in her head and her building excitement about what’s to come was almost enough to call it a night. She led us to the bedroom where she had a massage table and a large selection of toys laid out. She told Sarah, my wife, that Z and I are going to pick out 5 toys each to use on her, and she was saving two cards for something special and secret. We slowly picked out our toys. Feather. Riding crop. Leg spreader. Dildo. Magic wand. Three bladed pinwheel. On and on we went like picking candy in a candy store. C then proceeded to direct us to blindfold Sarah, set her on the table. Strap her legs in, and muff her to silence and ASMR fantasy sounds. There she was in all of her naked glory. Exposed. Curvy. Absolutely perfect and being admired and touched by three bodies and mouths, and 6 hands. Sometimes light touches. Tickles. She’d giggle and wiggle away. But not far, how could she. Sometimes a pinch, or a bite. Maybe a lick. As our passion grew watching and hearing her react, our sexual pressure grew. Teasing her pussy. Her lips. Her clit. I slowly slid a dildo inside of her, stroking her clit. I watched as my wife was kissed by another man and then his wife. Watched them both sucking on her nipples making them hard and sensitive. Her sounds are absolutely harmony to everyone that hears them. It was time to ramp it up. We’re being too gentle. I got the wand which typically doesn’t do much for Sarah but this wasn’t a typical night. With it on low and Z’s fingers working slowly into Sara’s very wet pussy, she let out a very slow moan. Almost like oh no, you can’t be doing this to me. The entire time we still had free hands. Toys. Sometimes the crop lightly slapping ghee thighs or breast. Sometimes finger nails. Always changing. At one point Sarah moaned out, who else is in here! Finally with the end set to max and Z working her pussy with his fingers, we watched her body rise as if possessed. She made sounds I can’t even describe and have never heard. She sang in her amazing tones. She moaned. She whimpered and finally her body fell in a pool of wetness. I couldn’t help myself. I had to taste he she was so wet. I climbed up and dove between her legs. Ohhhh she moaned out. Damn. Fuck me. That must be C she exclaimed. Then C took her turn. Oh god. Fuck. Don’t stop she said. Then Z. More moans and distortions of her body! She laid there. Spent. Wet. Breathing like she just ran a race. Slowly coming back to reality. Off with the blindfold. Bring back her sense slowly. She curled up, hid her face. Giggled. I’m so embarrassed she says. When she could finally see. The three of us admiring her beauty. The near innocence that was within her even after such an incredible experience. We helped her down, kissed her. Held her. It was just amazing. You’d think this would be enough but this was just the start. C had plenty more up her sleeve for us. Stay tuned for part two.