Fantasy: Sarina and I

“Now, I want you to know that as my number one fan, you get my private phone number.” She handed me a slip of paper. My shaking hand took it, touching her hand briefly, which caused my heart to race. “Call me anytime.” Then her voice became very sexy. “For any reason. And I mean ANY reason.” She winked at me, and my cock bulged against my pants. She smiled, and my defenses crumbled completely.

“My w-w-wife...” I stammered out.

“I talked to your wife already. She is a very lovely and kind woman.” My heart sank as thoughts again turned to how she would react, and then Sarina continued, “She is well aware of how you feel about me, and she said that I am the one woman with whom you can have an affair.” This didn't sound like my wife.

I sat there speechless. I looked at Sarina like she was putting me on. Several conspiracies ran through my head. I excused myself and ran upstairs. I entered into my bedroom to find my wife awake and looking at me. I was about to say something, when she spoke first, “Is that Sarina downstairs?” I nodded. My wife smiled at me and said, “She is a very beautiful person – inside and out.” I nodded dumbly in agreement. “I know you have the hots for her. And I mean this next part from the bottom of my heart. I love you very much, and I give you permission to fuck Sarina however and whenever you want.” She paused and smiled as my face went from confused to happy. She continued, “Actually, there is one condition, but we'll talk about it later. The condition won't affect anything you two do before she leaves.”

I stood there dumbfounded with a stupid grin on my face. I ran over, hugged my wife, mumbling out, “Thank you.” I then ran downstairs to find Sarina sitting in the living room, waiting for me.

When I arrived, she asked, “How would you like me?”

“Hard and often,” I replied. She smiled and giggled a little, being kind to my clumsy one liner.

She walked over to me and greeted me with a slow, sensuous kiss, pushing her tongue deep in my mouth. I was torn between taking her right then and there, which would mean I would be done in a few minutes, or taking it slowly and making love to her for over an hour. It probably would depend on the which way the blood flowed … and if I could last an hour.