''So, what if it had have been a real intruder...''
It's eight a.m. the following morning and a naked Carrie is between my legs - still buzzing from the night before. She is licking my shaft and rubbing my balls. She greets my question with a moaning sound, so I continue.
''Someone else fucking you and fingering you and pushing their ass into your face...''
More moans, followed by, ''In my mind, it was somebody else.''
''Somebody else pulling at your tits. Somebody else cuming over your little slutty face.''
I am talking myself to orgasm now, never mind teasing Carrie, who is sucking hard on my dick. She releases my cock, guiding herself up my torso. Her face is now an inch from mine. She opens her mouth and says, ''He came in my mouth as well.''
We kiss deeply and she reaches behind her to navigate my fat cock inside her pussy which, last night, was filled by my best friend's fingers. If I was going to tell her, then now was certainly a good time.
''So?''
''So what?'' She says.
''What if it was somebody else?''
''Then I would be a very naughty girl right now. A little whore.''
Her hair is tied back and she is plain and beautiful. And, fucking hell, her pussy is tight. She is very horny this morning, but still in fantasy mode. I would just have to tell her...
''What if I told you somebody watched us last night?''
She slows down her movement, half smilling, half inquisitive.
''Yeah, whatever. Was it the old man who lives over the road?''
Carrie always was a clever one, never short of a sharp, witty verbal volley. In her mind, I am obviously just adding to the fantasy. Here goes...
''No, it was Jake.''
She stops fucking me, my cock just buried inside her.
''You aren't serious?''
I explain what happened and how I came up with the idea. I was just spewing out words and she gave out no indication of how she felt about it.
''Seriously? Don't fuck with me Matt.''
I could sense this wasn't going as well as expected so I continued to babble out reasons and thought processes, explaining how he will never have to know that she knows he saw her. He will think that it is his little secret, but Carrie will know better.
She is silent. She falls on my chest, whispering in my ear, ''Matt, tell me the truth honey - did this happen? You must swear.''
''Yes,'' I reply softly, ''he stood just outside the double doors into the garden and touched himself while watching.''
All she says is''Oh God.'' A few seconds later I feel her lifting slightly off my cock.
... and then back down again, fucking me slowly, as wet as she was when we were fucking just a few minutes ago. She stays within whispering distance, her beautiful tits rubbing on my body as she asks more and more questions, breathing heavily as she forces the words out.
''Did he see everything?''
I tell her about when she licked my asshole and the look on his face as she did so. She is still slowly fucking me, both of us so close to orgasm.
''Was he turned on?''
Rock hard, I tell her. Ecstatic to have been there, I whisper.
''Does he think I am a slut?''
An easy answer...
''Did you want him to touch me?''
Here goes...
''Would you be happy now if I had have let him come into the bedroom?''
She goes back to moaning approval, rather than coherent answers. I keep talking...
