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."