I woke up in darkness, groggy as my mind slowly got around to waking up too. A quick check of the clock next to me showed nearly 4 am; little wonder I was still sleepy. I heard a noise from downstairs and realised that it must be my wife back from her night out, she must have woken me when she came in. She was not normally this late though, I thought to myself. I heard her moving around, trying, and failing, to be quiet which was normally a sign that she'd had more than her fair share of booze. As she climbed the stairs, I wondered if we'd be playing our game tonight. We didn't play it often as we didn't really get the chance as our social lives weren't exactly maxed out; indeed it was because Jenny got to go out more than me that it came about.
It all began when she was getting ready for a girls night out and I was sulking because I couldn't go. I'm not normally bothered about such things, but for some reason, on this particular night, I really didn't fancy being stuck in on my own. I'd even suggested wearing one of her dresses for a laugh, just to allow me to join them, but she wasn't having it. She could see that I was upset about it all though and asked what she could do to make it up to me. I suggested that she'd better show me a good time when she got back.
"I think I can do that" she said, putting her arms around my neck and giving me a sultry kiss on the lips. "Anything else?" she asked.
After thinking for a second, I replied "Make up a story about tonight, a steamy story involving you" I told her.
She looked puzzled. "What sort of story? I don't know what you mean"
"Just make something up, if you see someone you fancy, tell me how you made him fuck you in the toilets, that sort of thing. It'd really turn me on"
"Well ok, if that's what you want" she said, unconvinced. Although we'd done the fantasy thing in bed before, I'd never really let on how much it turned me on, and I saw this as an opportunity to crank up the heat a bit. So away she went on her night out, and when she came home, she told me how she'd supposedly fucked a waiter in the alleyway behind a restaurant whilst the girls thought she had gone to the toilet. As it was the first time, it was all a bit disjointed and she was still not sure exactly what I wanted from it, but with coaxing from me she got more and more into it and started describing things in more detail as I bent her over the sofa and fucked her from behind. I came so powerfully inside her that she commented on the fact and finally she realised that it was due to her story so that when I asked her if we could do it again, she readily agreed. And from then on, each time was more graphic and more thought had gone into it which meant that both of us got very turned on during these sessions and came hard each time.
And so here I was, feigning sleep in bed to see what happened; if she just got in without saying anything, then that would be that, but if she tried to strike up conversation, then I was in!
"You awake?" she asked. Bingo.
"Might be" I responded playfully.
"Don't you want to know how my night went, then?" she asked.
"Go on then, tell me" I said turning and faking boredom. "How was Gail?" I added. This was her work friend who she was meeting that night.
"She had to leave early. Her mum called to say her son was feeling poorly, so she went home to look after him"
"Oh" I said. "So what did you do?"
