” I stopped my stroking motion and stayed still while I was still buried deep in her love canal. She finally said “You are a little too heavy for ...e. Let’s roll over and let me be on top.” I did as I was asked without withdrawing because I did not want to lose the feeling of being inside her. Once she was on top, she took over. She knew just how to move to keep the pressure in just the right place and had another two bed shaking orgasms before I was ready to explode. I told her I was ready and. "Ok, tell you what. I will engage in your erotic fantasies because, well, I want you to be happy. But on one condition: I will make it with a girl but first you have to make it with a guy." No way!" was my immediate response. That was never part of the fantasy. It had never occurred to me to be with a guy. The thought was not revolting or anything but it was intensely embarrassing. "That's not what I'm asking for. It's not the same thing. You wouldn't even get into that, but I would really get. She took the toy from her pussy and pushed it back in, imagining his fleshy cock was the thing penetrating her."I want it so bad," she grunted as she fucked herself.She turned her head as she masturbated and imagined her husband sitting in a chair next to the bed, rubbing his hardening cock. She opened her mouth, inviting him to shove it down her throat. She wanted to be spit-roasted for the first time ever.She snapped out of her fantasy as she began to feel her pending orgasm grow in. The waiter came to take our order, and I ordered the chicken Parmesan, knowing that it was served over a bed of spaghetti with meat sauce. I’d blow my carb limit for the week, but I’d had the dish once about six years before and it just blew me away. John ordered, and I could see just how nervous he was. I was tempted to ask him about it, but didn’t want to tip him off. On the other hand, completely ignoring it could also send the wrong message.“You OK?” I asked when the waiter left.“Sorry, I.