"I love it when you talk about other men fucking me during sex," Natalie said, as her fingers lightly touched Simon's chest, as they lay together in post-orgasmic mellowness.
"Oh?" Simon asked, curious. He had noticed he way her breathing had increased, although the way she had mumbled "fuck yes, that would be hot" was also a pretty good clue that she seemed interested.
Prompted by his response, Natalie moved her hand down to his cock, starting to stroke it gently, enjoying the feeling of lube mixed his his cum and her wetness. "Do you think about it a lot?" Natalie asked.
Simon didn't answer for a moment, until Natalie stopped stroking and squeezed. "Yes, I do. A lot" More than she knew, but he suspected she would be comfortable.
"How often?" Natalie kissed her way down his torso and stomach, then started using the tip of her tongue along the shaft of his cock from the base to the head.
"Often. A lot. I love it."
"Every day?" Natalie asked again, then started playing with his balls.
"Yes. No. Sometimes." Simon closed his eyes, and reached back to grab the top of the headboard. The bed had moved away from the wall, and he could get a good hold on the cushioned and quilted side.
"Why does it turn you on?" Natalie slowly took the head of his cock into her mouth, while using her nails gently along the length of his shaft. She stopped playing with his balls for a moment to pull her hair back and give him a better view as she took more of his cock into her mouth.
"You're so fucking hot. I love watching you masturbate for me. I love watching you cum." Simon could feel her smile, the way her lips moved around his cock. "I love thinking about other guys fucking you, so I can watch you have fun."
Natalie took Simon's cock out of her mouth, and started stroking again, her fingers wrapped around the shaft. She loved watching his precum pool up, run down the head and over her fingers and hand.