Fantasy Night
2007-03-03 @ 1:31 p.m.

I awoke to find Steve next to me, masturbating. He was on his back, sheets down, stroking himself. I rolled over and ran my hand over his chest.

"You could have woken me up."

He slowed down for a minute. "Just having some quality fantasy time."

I stroked his hair while he continued his "fantasy time."

Snuggling next to him and watching, I asked: "Who are you fantasizing about?"

"You."

"Oh, do, tell, baby."

Steve turned to face me. Our lips were an inch apart. He tried to kiss me but I stayed out of reaching, teasing him.

"Tell me," I whispered. "What's your fantasy?"

"You and a bunch of guys."

"How many guys, babe?"

His breath sped up. "Five or six."

I smiled and pulled back again as he tried to kiss me. "Is that all?"

"How many then?" Asked Steve.

"Well, if it's a fantasy, how about ten or twelve."

"Shit," he said. "What are they doing to you?"

And so, I took over the fantasy.

"What aren't they doing? Three are fucking me at one time."

"Where?"

"Mouth, pussy and ass. The others are waiting in line for their chance. The bigger, stronger guys are pushing the others out of the way to get to me."

Steve's eyes were closed and his strokes slowed as he enjoyed listening to his fantasy.

"What do they do when they cum?" Asked Steve.

"What would you like them to do when they cum?" After all, it was his fantasy.

"They cum all over, some in your mouth, some on your face, some in your ass."

"How about if they all cum in my mouth so I can taste them all?"

Needless to say, Steve was soon spurting his own cum all over his stomach and chest. After I cleaned him up, we cuddled before falling back to sleep. "That," he said, "was some of the best sex I ever had."

The next morning, as I made coffee, Steve came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me. "You know," he said. "Your birthday is coming up." I could not deny that fact. He continued, "Maybe we could make that fantasy a reality."

I laughed. "I see. We'll make your fantasy my birthday present."

"Well," Steve replied, "when you put it that way, it sounds selfish. How about those five or six guys for your birthday?"

I kissed him on the cheek. Persistence can be impressive. "How about dinner and a show instead?"

"You got it. But be honest, didn't it turn you on too?"

"Honestly? Yes, it turned me on. It was hot." I asked him: "Do you know the hottest thing about it?" He shook his head. "That you were fantasizing about your girlfriend when you masturbated."

He laughed and actually looked embarrassed. "I was just fantasizing about the hottest chick I know."

I know, sappy. But I loved it. "Although," I added, "technically, you were also fantasizing about men. Twelve of them."