She observed him a while. He was in his late 30s, not the best looking but not ugly either, wore glasses, and was terribly awkward. Everyone made fun ...f him for being so nervous during class, even some of the other professors talked down to him. He spoke with a squeaky voice that would stutter and break when he was nervous, which was all the time.As she looked him over, Amber started to fantasize about how big Mr. Montgomery’s dick was. She imagined that someone with looks like his would. Since Connie was a huge comic book fan, the theme for the show obviously fell to my supply of comic book hero costumes. Getting the people for the performance was easy, as we had already made several friends who would be glad to do it just for the fun of it. The place was what I expected to be difficult, until Kara managed to secure a large conference room on the fifteenth floor for a Saturday night meeting.Kara was in her Catwoman outfit, pretty much choreographing the show. I was dressed, or. He held her so close to him she could barely breathe, but she wouldn’t ask for anything less. She lay there until he drifted back off to sleep, then slid out from underneath his limp arm and, careful not to stir him too much, crawled out of bed. She threw on a t-shirt, not bothering with panties or anything else, and went out to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. Sitting on the couch, reading her paper with the cat curled up by her feet and savoring her fist cup of morning coffee, she smiled. She was only mildly impressed. I said I have more then I let her in on my ultimate taboo fantasy. I told her that I wanted to be in a dimly lit room with six guys all naked, with them all blindfolded and then I would suck them all off one by one and then let one of them do whatever they wanted to me as a thank you gesture. Well now my wife was aroused. She quietly said that is one of my deepest and darkest fantasies, I always wanted to see a guy get fucked, I wanted to know how that connection.