I Lived Out A Fantasy

4 min readJul 17, 2024

And Didn’t Know It for Months

The two negligee-clad ladies sat on the sofa located in the breezeway between playrooms. I asked if I could join them, and they patted the empty space between them as an invite. Two charming Latina MILFs, Barbara was originally from Brazil, Vanessa from Venezuela.

We had some fun and flirty chit chat, and we all got along fine. Conversation eventually drifted toward what we might all do together, and I mentioned how long it had been since I had enjoyed a double BJ.

“Mmmm, that sounds great. Let’s go to a playroom, but we don’t play with each other.”

“That’s fine. I was hoping to be the center of attention, anyway!”

We found a quiet playroom, luckily one of the rooms with the big beds. Lots of room for all kinds of permutations. We began and ended with the desired and promised double BJ, with lots of enjoyment of each of these beautiful ladies’ warm and voluptuous bodies in between. They tasted delicious, they felt divine.

When you have such a dreamy situation, you don’t let the brief interruption of changing condoms between partners distract you as you let the desires flow. It only takes a few seconds to accomplish anyway, and before I knew it, I was enjoying the other luscious woman, in this case, even enjoying another country, LOL.

It was a living dream that lasted more than an hour, definitely a memorable way for me to end my day at this event.

A few months later- another party, same venue. Vanessa and Barbara were again in attendance. During social hour we all recognized each other, and had fun reminiscing about our threesome. I was active three times this day, and was lucky enough to spend time with both of them again… this time, over two separate encounters, one-on-one with each.

It was such a different experience, I had been with both of them, but never individually. There may be nothing like a threesome, but there was also nothing like enjoying each of these wonderful, sexy, personable ladies one-on-one. I wasn’t the agreed-upon center of attention this time.

I was able to focus on each woman, pleasure and enjoy her body, entice her erotic mind, and receive the same in return. It was almost like being with each woman for the first time, even though their beautiful personas and bodies were familiar.

What a day, again.

A buddy of mine was also at this party, and I gave him a ride home. I don’t kiss and tell (the details), I am a gentleman after all, but I did mention who I was with this day, and our previous threesome months before.

“Oh, man! You had a threesome with sisters!”

“What do you mean? They’re from different countries!”

“Yeah, but they’re sisters. Okay, half-sisters. They have the same dad!”

Little did I know that months before I had (kind of) satisfied what must be every guy’s fantasy from adolescence. And then, as my friend said,

“And now you again scored both of them on the same day! Sisters!”

Well, that’s how he put it, in his own adolescent fantasy-driven excitement for me, LOL.

To me, it was more than that, deeper than that. My time with both of them together, and then individually was transcendent.

The sister thing wasn’t really a big deal, but I did think it was kind of funny, not even knowing. Until now. Now I know why they wouldn’t play with each other, but I hadn’t given that a second thought anyway.

So yeah, I’m not excited by this like you think I may be, or like my friend was for me.

But yeah, it happened.

Story Notes:

Sometimes a short piece takes months to write, as the fantasies and scenarios percolate in your mind. Then you revisit it countless times, changing a word, adding a word, coming back to it days later.

Then there’s plot devices. Different countries being an excuse to not suspect anything about being sisters. Then repeating it a second time (re: changing condoms) to reinforce the two countries in case it was missed. Need it to be obvious without seeming obvious.

How do we reveal it? More thinking. Okay, a buddy was there. Then they had to be half-sisters, because different countries.

So yes, when something is sitting in the writing vault, or even just as a seed in the mind, it can take months to see the light of day.

After all this, I had it on the shelf for a long time, seemingly complete, never published. As I was scrolling through stock photos, I found the above image, and thought “Wow, that’s the perfect image for that Sisters story!”

And here it is.

Barbara and Vanessa did share a family resemblance, by the way. Shhh.

I Lived Out A Fantasy

Written by Fifty Writes