It started like pretty much every other love making session. We laid side by side, you on your back and me facing you. You almost absentmindedly stroke me while I caress you from neck to navel, paying special attention to your breasts and nipples. Soon I'll work my hand between your legs, making sure you are wet. Then you'll roll on top of me and with a look of resigned concentration, work me inside you. I'll squeeze your breasts and suck your nipples while you grind your clit on my pubic bone until you orgasm. Then you'll let me get on top and play with my nipples while I finish inside you.
I don't know what makes me say it. We don't usually talk much during sex and you've never shown any interest in fantasy play. As I cup your left breast and flick my thumb over the nipple I ask "who's the sexiest man you've ever seen?"
You stop your stroking with a surprised "What?"
"Who's the sexiest man you've ever seen?"
You go back to stroking me as you mutter "You of course."
"No, seriously. Who is it? And you can't say me. And it can't be someone you will realistically ever meet."
You cautiously ask "Why do you ask?"
"Just humor me."
"I don't know. Sean Connery I guess."
I kiss you tenderly, slipping my tongue into your mouth. A lay my head back beside you, nibble your ear and whisper, "close your eyes." I give your breast a firm squeeze, thumb and forefinger pinching hard on the nipple and whisper, "image he's standing at the foot of the bed."
Your stroking stops again..."What?!?"
"Just humor me. Close your eyes and image he's standing at the foot of the bed."
I'm surprised when you put your head back down, close your eyes, take me in your hand again and mutter "okay, he's at the foot of the bed. What's he doing?"
"He's watching me play with your breasts."
"Oh yeah? He likes that does he?"
"Yes, he does. He thinks you have fantastic breasts. Especially your nipples. He's never seen such hard nipples."
Your voice lowers and actually sounds a bit husky, "Yeah? He's seen a lot I suppose."
"A few. But he wants to see more of you."
"And what does he want to see?"
"He wants to see between your legs. Why don't you open them for him?"
After a moments hesitation, you part your legs, leaving them flat on the bed. "He says you look lovely, but he can't really see you. Lift your knees and spread your legs wider."
You raise your knees and open your legs, one pressing against me and now you whisper, "Is that better?"
"Oh yes. He says you have a beautiful pussy. Why don't we give him an even better view?" All this time I've been working your breasts, but now I slowly slide my hand down your stomach and over your mound. As I reach your sex, I part my fingers, sliding my middle and ring fingers between your inner and outer lips and use them to spread you open.
A soft moan escapes you. "Does he like what he sees?"
"Very much so. So much that he can no longer help himself. He has to have you. He has taken off his clothes and is kneeling between your thighs stroking himself. Should we make him use a condom?"