I’m just not used to talking about things like that. But I thought about what you said, about fantasy being different from reality. And as long as i...’s just fantasy,that’s okay isn’t it? I mean you don’t really want it to happen do you?’ I was so wrapped in my fantasy by now I couldn’t honestly say whether I could separate it from reality, but I was smart enough not to say this. ‘No, of course not. It’s just a bit of fun.’ ‘Yes, I think we can do that. We’re adults after all.’ Trying not to. And the guy had taken her skiing in the mountains outside Salt Lake City, Utah. It was a day trip (no overnight). They were strangers, after all, and had never met before.The outing was fun but relatively uneventful, until they were headed home late that afternoon. They were driving back down the mountain, when she gradually began to realize that she should not have had that extra latte!!They were about an hour away from anywhere with a rest room and in the middle of nowhere! Her companion. Two of the locals she had messaged a lot. The last one's were the big dick old guy trying to hook up with her at his place. She hadn't responded in a week but there was a bunch of personal stuff.Her BF (me) didn't treat her right. He didn't fuck her enough (we hadn't been fucking like the old daily stuff, but maybe twice a week recently because we were fighting a bit) and shit about how my little 6" dick wasn't big enough. Like all women she said size didn't matter and I almost believed her. They both looked like they had been hit by an emotional truck, it was glorious! I strip down to my bare ass right in front of them and then go hop into the center of the massive bed. Being a very overweight italian man, I don’t suppose they were too excited by what they saw or what their wives were about to see. However, as I rolled onto my back I made sure to put my 9 inch cock on display so they could get a real nice idea of what their wives were about to enjoy. Even soft, it’s a massive.