A Chris Fantasy
2007-10-17 @ 8:12 a.m.

Why is this? It's the simple things. My house feels like a home. Their apartments look and smell like cheap hotel rooms. The buildings are nice enough and in good neighborhoods but man! Do all men live like this?

1. Dish towels are made to be washed. They're not disposable. You don't use them until you can see through them and then toss them out.

2. Throwing a dirty shirt in the laundry does not clean it!

3. Why does that spare room always smell like the Ringling Brothers Circus stayed there the night before?

4. Milk has an expiration date for a reason.

5. You can now purchase coffee and store it in a cabinet. What will they think of next?

6. Showers in the Sudan probably have more water pressure.

7. Shoes should not stick to the floor.

I don't care about the porn DVD that shows a young lady spreading her ass cheeks so wide you can see her duodenum. I don't care about the Penthouse tucked discreetly under the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. But dear lord, clean at least once every leap year.

Ok, I'm done with the vent.

I did feel guilty about teasing Chris in front of his friends (about supposedly never fantasizing about having two women at the same time). What to do, what to do?

Chris sat down on the couch. Without a word, I dropped to my knees, unzipped his pants and wrapped my lips around his cock. He was probably expecting sex but not quite an ambush. He seemed slightly startled for a second or two.

"Tell me what you like," I suggested.

I then put his cock through a number of oral tests. I licked and sucked his balls.

"How's that?"

"Good," Chris replied. I wasn't going for good. So, I swallowed him until I choked and repeated my question.

"Very good."

I grabbed his cock, held it still and licked the underside, apply a lot of pressure. I noticed that while he enjoyed having his cock licked, the seemed to enjoy it most when my tongue was approximately halfway up (or down) his cock.

"Oh God!"

Finally, I combined it all, taking him in my mouth and concentrating my tongue about mid-way down his shaft. Chris is always so appreciative of oral attention that he gets me very excited. He warned me two or three times that he was going to cum. He gently tried to pull my head off his cock. When he figured out I had no intentions of stopping he sat back, relaxed and unloaded in my mouth. I swallowed, looked at him and licked my lips. I didn't smile though. I just stared at him while I slipped out of my skirt and top.

Then, I straddled him, took his face in my hands and asked him: "Tell me one of your fantasies and don't be embarrassed."

Chris grinned and turned his head. I made him look at me. "Tell me, Sweetie."

After a few fits and starts he finally said, "One is seeing you with another girl. It's just a fantasy though. Harmless."

I reached down and slipped his cock into me. Then I rode him ever-so slowly as we talked. The conversation went something like this...

"You want to watch me with another girl?"

"Yeah."

"You're a naughty boy," I said.

His breathing gets heavier and his cock is back at full attention. "You've done that, right?"

I smile at him, without responding. I just slide slowly up and down on his cock. "What would me and this other girl do?"

He's now very excited. "You'd kiss, feel each other, make each other cum."

"We'd need a man afterwards," I said. "Would you help us out? Would you fuck both of us?"

"Oh, yes."

Even though we're moving in almost slow-motion, both of us are close to climaxing.

"Who is she?" I asked. "Who am I fucking in your fantasy?"

I'm very close now, my pace increased. Half listening, half concentrating on my orgasm, I expect him to name 1) some young, hottie starlet or 2) someone from his private life that I've never met.

"Sigourney Weaver."

I became stationary and opened my eyes to look at him. "Sigourney Weaver? Aliens, Ghostbusters, Death and the Maiden?"

"Yeah," he replies. He's tightened his grip on my hips and is thrusting hard.

"Not when she's bald, in that one movie?" Mind you, I'm asking questions will he's bouncing me up and down on his cock.

"No," he says. It's more of a grunt as he concentrates on cumming a second time.

No offense to Ms. Weaver. I actually think she is quite attractive. She has a unique look and is not the classic Hollywood bombshell. It's just that I could have guessed 100 actresses and she wouldn't have been a blip on my radar.

"Really?"

"Really."

That's what I get for asking.

I stopped dwelling on the choice and attended to other business.