They lay naked in bed after breakfast on a lazy Sunday. They were quiet together, side by side, occasionally touching – her breast, his thigh – enjoying the closeness.
Ed rolled onto his elbow, looking into Dana´s face, haloed by her rich brown hair. “Tell me something?”
“What?”
“What do you think about when we make love?”
She looked up at him evenly. He didn´t seem to be playing a game. “How serious are you?” She lifted a little to brush his lips with hers, reassuring him.
His eyes twinkled. “Yeah, I know. I ask you that, and you usually give me some crazy answer. Or, something you know I´ll like, or that´ll get me hot again. No. I´m serious. I want to know what you think about. And I promise not to get bent out of shape, no matter what you say.”
She smiled. “You might be surprised. And then I´d be in trouble. And if I confess, do you do the same? You going to tell me what you´re thinking about when you get that thousand-mile stare while you´re fucking me?”
“I guess that´s fair. I thought about that before I asked. Yes, I´ll be as straight as you are.”
“How you going to measure that? You can´t know if I´m fibbing or not.”
“Well, that goes for me, too. I figure, if it´s worth asking, and going through these negotiations,” he grinned at her, “isn´t it worth telling the truth?”
Dana rolled to face him more directly, her breasts moving. She looked him in the eye. “And what are we going to do with all this? We tell each other our inner thoughts during sex. Then what? Why do you want to know? You don´t seem to be unhappy with our sex life.”
“Hell, no.” Ed sat up cross-legged on the bed beside her, leaning forward to touch her face, her breasts, caress her belly, rub her sex, excite her more. “That´s the last problem I have. I´m looking to make it better. We love each other, that makes the sex better. I want to make the sex better ‘cause I hope it´ll make the love deeper... Tell me, how long have we been having sex together?”
“Dummy. You know we met five years ago, and you fucked me the first time. You tell me. I think you´ve already figured it out, anyway. How long have you been leading up to this?”
“Not too long. It´s five years, and during that first year, fooling around until we were sure, I must have slept with you at least twice a week.”
“Well, we went to bed together that often, but you screwed me more than once every time.”
“And since we´ve been living together...”
“...At least twice every morning and twice every evening.”
“I figured it out. Something like six thousand times.”
“You really are serious. How many times are you figuring you fuck me every day – four?”
He nodded, then shrugged. “More or less. Rounding up.”
“That´s probably not far off, but you´re not looking for precision on this, are you? What are you driving at?” She reached for him while she grinned into his eyes. He kept his hands busy on her body.
“We screw a lot, love. It´s always great, but I want to be sure we´re getting the most out of it, that we´re really having all the fun we want to have.”
“You´re always looking for perfection. All I want is pleasure – as often as possible.”
“Well, not perfection, exactly, although I know that´s a problem of mine. No, I just want to see if maybe we can wring another extra tingle or two out of it... I love to watch your nipples get hard.”
“I like the way they feel. Have I told you about that? They tingle – like you said. I can feel them sort of contracting. It´s a wonderful feeling, especially when it happens with no touching, just getting erect, aroused. No, don´t stop. Rub them.”
“Me, too. My nipples do it too, I mean. And it´s great when I get hard the same way.”
“Should I let go?”
“No. Just hold it like that. So, you want to answer the question?”
“You know, when we put the mirror up beside the bed, it was to get a little more thrill out of it. And, it works. I love watching you fuck me. So do you.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Here goes... No, come here and hold me while I tell you.”
He lay beside her, holding her breasts against him, his cock against her belly. She put her knee over his waist and kissed him.
“God, I love you. I hope you mean this... When you´re inside me, when you´re fucking me, I think about a lot of things. Sometimes I recall other times we´ve done it, like this morning I was thinking about how you felt the last time you put it in my ass. Not that I wanted it there this morning, I was just thinking about how great it felt... Uh, slip it in me right now... Oh, yes, just stay like that... Um... And then, sometimes, I wonder what it feels like for you, what it would be like to have a cock and to fuck someone... what it must be like to fuck a woman – me, or Sara, or Heidi... You still with me?”
“Can´t you feel me? I´m hard as a rock. You feel wonderful and I love you.”
She pulled him on top of her and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deep. Then, she rolled back again. “Yes. I feel you deep inside. I love you, too, especially... Ah! And then, sometimes I pretend. I pretend it isn´t you, that it´s another guy.”
“Anyone special?”
“No, that´s what´s so wonderful. When you´re inside me I can pretend it´s anyone. Sometimes it´s an old lover, sometimes it´s one of our friends, like Tim, or Rudy. And sometimes I fantasize. I pretend it´s some guy I saw on the street, or I make up something really weird or sexy or... Yes, slow. Like that... Not too much... I don´t want you to come. Not until you´ve told me your part... Does it bother you, what I said?”
“You mean about other guys? No. Hell, no. See, sometimes I do the same. All the things you said. The other day, I was thinking about one of the girls I used to screw in high school, the way her tits used to bounce when I fucked her. And when I see a girl on the street I like the looks of, and you and I come home and go to bed, I´ll think what it might be like taking off her clothes and fucking her. And I know you must do that, too.”
“How do you know? How could you know?”
“Sometimes we go out, and we come home and you´re hot to trot, and you climb all over me. You´re all wet and slippery and ready. And you close your eyes. I´ve always figured you´re pretending I´m someone else.”
“Really? I thought I was a little better at it than that… Turn me around. Can you see us?”
“Yes. I love it this way. I can watch while I play with your tits.”
“Good… But, I can tell when you´re fantasizing, too. You get this far-away look, and I know you aren´t fucking me, it´s Sally or someone else. You know what I do then?”
“No. Am I deep enough?”
“Get in a little further. Go for the G-Spot… When you´re like that… Ah, yes… When you´re like that, I try to guess who you´re thinking about and do you like she would.”
“No wonder it´s so much fun. Maybe I should tell you about it before.”
“Maybe. We ought to talk about it more. Must be lots of times we can do that. But there´s lots of times I just want you. Nobody else.”
“Like now. Have I got your attention now?”
“All the way. This is wonderful; I haven´t been so hot in ages. And I don´t want it to end for a long time yet. You okay?”
“Yeah, not going to come for a while yet. But you feel so good. Want to get up?”
“On my knees? Sure. Can we do it without disconnecting?”
They wriggled and struggled for a while until he was on his knees and thrusting into her from behind. For some time they moved against each other, their thighs slapping wetly.
“God, I love that.” she said into the pillow. “Okay if I come?”
“Yeah, go ahead. I´ve got a while yet. Let it rip.”
She moaned and cried out her pleasure, then began to hum happily to herself. Finally, she spoke again.
“When I´m like this, I can pretend anything, you know. I can´t see you, can´t see the mirror. I don´t have any idea who´s behind me.”
“Just one of us boys, lady.”
“You could be anyone. Tell me, are you white or black?”
“I´m whatever you want, lady. Nice of you to ask me up here. I thought you looked great on the street, but you look a lot better like this. You want me to ask one of my friends to join us?
“Oh, I love it so, and I love playing with you like this.” She reached into her crotch to caress his balls.
“Just call me Tony, lady. Should I call my buddy, Andy?”
“Not right now, Tony, maybe next time you bring him with you. Right now I want you to fuck me hard and shoot me full.”
They thrust at each other, grunting and slapping until he cried out. He finally collapsed, sliding off her back to lie beside her. She turned to him and wrapped her leg over him, pressing her breasts against him.
“Lovely. Thanks. Did you know I came again when you did?”
“Sorry, no. I was in another world.”
“I guess that´s what you mean, isn´t it? You think, if we tell each other about our fantasies, we can help each other enjoy them.” She smeared her sex across his belly, wetting him.
“Yes. It was wild knowing you were fucking someone else in your head. It was incredible.”
“Looks like we´ve got a new idea, here.” She rolled up and looked down at him, planting her sweaty breast in the middle of his chest and reaching between them to pull him against her belly. “You better be careful.”
“Why? Because you´ve got hot pants like me? You afraid of something?”
“Well, I suppose it could get out of hand… “
“How?”
“Suppose pretending doesn´t cut it? Am I supposed to let you watch me fuck some guy you bring home? Am I supposed to let you fuck Melanie?”
“You want to watch? You want seconds?”
“Wow, I hadn´t thought of that... Have to think about it... But, you know what I mean.”
“Well, tell me. If we both agree to try something, is it all right? I mean we´re just talking fantasies here.”
“Are we? Are we really? Seems to me it´s not much of a step from pretending you´re fucking Melanie to really doing it.”
“She´d scream bloody murder if I laid a hand on her.”
“Which means you´d love to try.”
“Well, wouldn´t you like to pull Rudy´s pants down?”
“Well, I already fantasize what it´s like to fuck Rudy ... You´re hard again. Put it in... Ohh, it feels good. Don´t move... You´re right. I´d really enjoy fucking Rudy – at least once. You want to try Melanie? I mean we´d have to organize something, to get each of them to go along.”
“Of course I would, like you say – at least once. But I´ll bet you one thing. I´ll bet you the next thing I´d do is come and tell you all about it, what it was like. And I´d do it like this, with my cock inside you.”
“You´d better, unless I can watch... Oh, lord. I think we´d better talk some more about this.”
“Why, so you can get off again?”
“No, I mean, I´m not ready for that. Not really fucking other people.”
“It was your idea, you know. And, after all, you used to screw a lot of guys before me. At least, that´s what you told me.”
“Yes, yes. Those guys were all friends, though. Not strangers like your Tony. Rudy and Melanie, maybe that´d be different. But, right now, I just want it to be a game.”
“Okay with me. Just tell me when you want to play for real. How about we do it again?”
“Yes. This time, slow, slow.”
They made love again, missionary fashion, rubbing their wet bodies together in a slow, steady rhythm until they both came, kissing and hugging and moaning.
“You have great ideas,” she murmured. “And I know who you were fucking that time. Me.”
“Right. And I was loving you. I think we have some interesting times ahead, if we just keep talking about it.”
“Watch out, though. You´ve got me thinking, and you´ve got me interested. We´ve always been big in sex, and I guess we just never really talked about how far we´re willing to go with it. I think you were right.”
“Of course I´m right,” he grinned. “But what about?”
“If we´re really careful about this, it´s going to make our love a lot bigger... But right now, I´m going to take a nap.”
They got up in the late afternoon. Dana slipped on a singlet that clung to her torso but stopped short of her pubis. He put on a pair of shorts and poured a glass of wine for each of them while she made fried egg sandwiches. They sat outside the door to the patio, on the deck. She stretched one bare leg across the railing, and he sat across from her, carefully adjusting his chair. Juggling his glass and his food.
“What´s the deal?” she asked.
“I like to be able to see your pussy.”
“Oh...” She moved her leg, opening herself to him. “We had a heavy afternoon.”
“Wonderful for me.”
“Me too. Can we summarize?”
“Sure. Why?”
“I want to be sure we agree on what we agreed on.”
“Fair. Want me to start?”
“Yeah, why not?”
“Well, it´s clear we both fantasize while we´re fucking. And we sort of agreed we´d share those fantasies, let each other know what we´re getting off on, try and make it good for each other. At least, when we feel like it. Right so far?”
“Uh-huh.” she sipped her wine, watching him. “And no holds barred. We can play anything we want.”
“Yes. Anything. Uh, I suppose if something doesn´t suit, we ought to talk about it.”
“Yes. What about for real? Are we going for any of that?”
“We didn´t say. What do you think?”
“I did say I wasn´t ready yet. But, suppose I say to you ‘I want to fuck Rudy tonight´? Would you think I meant you should call him up?”
“No, I guess I´d start to act like Rudy – or ask if you really meant it. If you did, we´d have to talk some more about it. It´s a whole different thing. Anyway, I think you should call him.”
She giggled. “Wouldn´t Melanie do a burn if I called Rudy! ... Yeah, really different. No turning back, I guess. I think that´s a while off, if ever... You happy with this? You happy I might decide to fuck one of our friends?”
“Love,” he said, lifting his eyes from her pussy to look at her face, “if you decide to screw someone else, there´ll be nothing I can do about it. What I want is for you to love me enough to let me share it with you. Same the other way. No one has ever been able to hold a partner who wants to stray. So the thing is to make it a joint thing, something they share. We both like sex a lot…”
“…and a lot of sex.”
“Yes. I say, let´s be honest about it and enjoy it together.”
Dana got up and pulled the pad off the lounge, spreading it on the deck. Then she took off her singlet and lay on the pad, her thighs open.
“Think the neighbors can see? Come on, Ralph,” she said, leaning up on her elbows, her breasts hard, nipples erect. “Come over here and stick that thing inside me. Let´s put on a show.”
Ed dropped his shorts. His cock was rising. “Millie, you´ve got a deal.”