Just one night

When they were at the hotel during a short trip, they had some good hotel sex. It really rekindled their passion, and as part of their lovemaking, they were talking out their fantasies. 

When they first started dating, she was right out of college. She'd had boyfriends before, but was mostly a shy and reserved girl. She loved sex--plain and straight ahead. He wanted to take their sex beyond the physical, and into more cerebral play. He'd first attempted this by buying her a How-To book on dirty talking. It so offended her, the book and the concept was shelved for the next couple years. 

Eventually, though, when he'd given up on trying to force her into his idea of a sexual partner, she confided in him that she thought the barista by her office was really cute. With some gentle prodding, she eventually confessed that she had a fantasy of kissing that girl. Even just hearing that made him hard and they made passionate love. When she saw that he was not only accepting of her confession, but actually turned on by it, she revealed that her fantasy also involved the barista girl going down on her, licking her softly between her wet folds. She admitted that she returned to this fantasy often when she masturbated. 

She feared that telling him this was opening up her private sexuality. That maybe he'd judge her, or be threatened. Or jealous. She told him that she'd masturbate and think of him, but secretly, that wasn't the case. She'd been thinking more and more about the barista. And there was another really cute girl at the local grocery store. She didn't dare tell him about the cute guy she worked with. 

What she didn't know was that his imagination had also been working. He'd latched onto the idea of her and the barista. He developed it into images that he masturbated to. And sometimes, late at night, when she'd gone to bed and he couldn't sleep, he snuck off to the computer and looked at online porn. 

More and more, he came across photos and movie clips of girls shared by two guys. When he first came across them, he didn't really think much. He really liked the girl-girl action. And it didn't make sense: if you had a girl, why would you want another dude cutting in? But after a while, he started seeing MMF threesomes in a new light. He started seeing it as something not just for the guys, but for the female. He saw her as the center of attention. He saw the expressions of ecstasy on her face as she took a cock in her mouth while being pounded from behind.

At first he saw the women on these scenes as porn stars--people performing only for the camera. It didn't really seem like these things happened in real life. So, one time when they were making love and he had been asking her to describe the last time she masturbated and which fantasy she'd turned to, it seemed safe to ask her if she'd ever imagined herself with two guys. She stopped and stared at him, as if he'd just caught her. Would you be upset if I have? she asked.

"Of coure not," he said. "It's just a fantasy."

She opened up by saying safe things, like, "who wouldn't want to be the center of attention?" 

As they were making love, he tried to imagine what it'd be like with another guy. He slipped his fingers into her mouth and she began to suck on them. He imagined that it was another penis that she was gulping down. To his surprise, it made him extra hard.

All of this led up to their trip, where they found themselves in a hotel room, making love and talking out their fantasies. They'd both gotten more comfortable with the idea of her with another man. They'd been together since she was 22 and now she'd turned 28. They'd been together long enough that he knew she wanted to be with him. Having another penis inside her wasn't going to change that. And, frankly, the image of a strange new cock penetrating her was sort of thrilling to him.

So as they were talking about the fantasy guy who would join him, she casually said, "we could, ya know?"

"We could what?"

"We could get a guy up here," she said. 

He was trying to decide if he was shocked, excited, or confused. And if she was serious, bluffing, or just trying to talk sexy. He was looking at her face for a clue.

she was smiling and there was a sparkling in her eye.

"It just be one night," she said. "Then we'd go home, never see the guy again. Just one night."

"Hummm," he said. "Just one night."