There is one advantage to living in a large city – you can find more people
who share your dreams. One day, my friends Mary Kate and Barbara were over for
lunch. As usually happens when several 30-something women gather, the topic
soon turned to sex, and how dissatisfied we were with the imagination of our
husbands (in their case) and my boyfriend.

“Wouldn’t be great if we had a safe way of living out our fantasies for a
day.. or even a weekend?” Barbara asked wistfully. I looked over at Mary Kate
and she nodded silently. Our eyes met, and then the idea struck me.

“Why don’t we pool our resources and make such a place?” I said slowly. The
other two looked at me in disbelief, and then they realized I was not just
joking around. “I have this cabin not too far from town that is not used all
the time….”

“Oh, wow.. and we can find men to match the fantasies.. and…” Barbara chimed
in.

“I bet the men and women would pay for that kind of experience. But, we can
also look for a place here in town for shorter fantasies,” Mary Kate added.

“Right… and Jodie is a real estate agent. I bet she would love to invest in
this deal!” As we chattered, the idea began to take shape. Over the next
couple of weeks, we looked for a suitable place in town, and I got the cabin
into shape. We placed a couple of discrete ads. Then we found the perfect
house – a semi-remote house set back well from the road with a basement,
master bedroom suite on the main floor, and three more large bedrooms on the
top floor. Out back, there was a nice pool and hot tub, all surrounded by nice
tall trees. The house was on its own road, and there were no neighbors in
site. Jodie, one of our buddies, put the downpayment on the place as soon as
she saw it.

We had decided that to keep the tension level high among our “clients” we
would discretely arrange to have their fantasies fulfilled. There was a
separate entrance to the basement, so we figured we could take care of one or
two fantasies at a time. We placed a small add in the local adult newspaper,
and on a couple of local bulletin boards. We had our first client a few days
later, and a possible male to fulfill it the day after.

I was working at the house the day before we were to entertain our first
tryst. I was dressed in a pair of shorts and tshirt, and a pair of sandals as
it was quite warm out. Just dusting and tidying up, placing fresh linens on
the bed in the master bedroom. I must not have heard the doorbell ring,
because I was startled out of my bedmaking duties by a man’s voice in my ear
and his hand over my mouth.

“Don’t turn around.. and put down the spray bottle,” he commanded as he
wrapped a strong arm under my neck. “Are you going to behave?”

I nodded slowly as he held me firmly. When he was sure I would cooperate, he
took his hand away from my mouth and released me. I was too scared to attempt
moving, much less protesting. He startled me by placing a blindfold over my
eyes, and then he started caressing my shoulders. Soft hands.. gentle touch
driving me wild. I began to melt into his caresses.