My wife still had Mona’s cell phone when she came home that evening from rendezvous to reveal her sexual fantasy. I had no idea how the meeting had gone, or even whom she’d met, because she hadn’t yet written to Mr. X. I’d been checking my e-mail every minute, of course, glued to my computer, so over dinner when she said she had to run over to Mona’s house because she’d left her cell phone behind after their coffee date that afternoon, I knew: 1) she’d made the right choice of friend to confide in; 2) she’d likely revealed a sexual fantasy hot enough to distract the otherwise seen-it-all Mona; and, well, 3) I couldn’t help but think about Mona’s tits (she’s the sort of woman that calls up an immediate image). Now that I’ve read her response, I can’t stop thinking about them, except that now my cock is firmly placed between the two. I can’t imagine my wife ever bringing a friend into our bed for a threesome, but if she did, Mona would be near the top of my list. Continue reading Private orgy: the result of the Sex Fantasy Experiment →