"I have something I need to tell you," she said quietly. I waited for her to go on. "It's hard, but I have to be honest," she added. I told her to take her time, and tell me only if she really wanted to. "I do," she said. "It's about somebody else."
"Jim?" I asked. She nodded.
"You know?" she asked discreetly. I told her I had suspected. "It has gotten really powerful," she said. "Almost unbearable, overwhelming. I dream of him fucking me," she confessed softly, as if saying it quietly would diminish the effect. "I fantasize about him being inside of me, almost everyday, of sucking his cock and tasting his semen and his pre come. I think of him coming in my mouth and then swallowing him down my throat, of letting him come as I hold him between my lips and let his semen slide down my throat. I can't help it, but I want him to fuck me hard and long, and with passion. It isn't that I want to replace you, but I want him in me."
"I understand," I said.
"You do?" she asked. I nodded and said I thought so. "When we're naked together, at the beach, I want him in me. I think of it constantly. I imagine feeling his hardness sliding into me," she said shyly. "I think of tasting him as his ejaculate slides down my throat. I don't want to hurt you, but I feel so strongly about having him fuck me that I am constantly thinking about it, constantly fantasizing about having sex with him."
I held her and said it was natural and to be expected, said it happened to everyone. "Has it happened to you?" she asked. I nodded, but said it was different for me. She asked what was different.
"My fantasies are about you," I said. "I fantasize about someone having sex with you," I added. "I can't explain it, but I imagine someone fucking you. I see them pushing into you and I bring myself thinking of you being thoroughly fucked and ravished by someone with a big, hard cock, who eats your pussy and makes you scream as you come. I see different guys fucking you, sometimes it is with Jim."
"Jim?" she said incredulously. "I think of fucking Jim, and you fantasize about me fucking him, too?" She put her arms around my neck. "We both think of him fucking me?" she said shaking her head. "How long have you fantasized about me fucking other people?" she asked with a grin. I told her for years. She looked at me for a few quiet seconds. "You want me to?"
"I don't know how much we want fantasies to come true," I said. "I think I would like it, but it's a fantasy and I am not sure. I think with Jim I would. I think I would like that. I am pretty sure I would, but that's the problem. We don't know until we do it. I do know I want you to have good sex, and I know it is important to me that you're sexually satisfied. So I think I would love you to fuck my good friend."
"But you are not sure?" she said.