"I love it when you talk about other men fucking me during sex," Natalie said, as her fingers lightly touched Simon's chest, as they lay together in post-orgasmic mellowness.
"Oh?" Simon asked, curious. He had noticed he way her breathing had increased, although the way she had mumbled "fuck yes, that would be hot" was also a pretty good clue that she seemed interested.
Prompted by his response, Natalie moved her hand down to his cock, starting to stroke it gently, enjoying the feeling of lube mixed his his cum and her wetness. "Do you think about it a lot?" Natalie asked.
Simon didn't answer for a moment, until Natalie stopped stroking and squeezed. "Yes, I do. A lot" More than she knew, but he suspected she would be comfortable.
"How often?" Natalie kissed her way down his torso and stomach, then started using the tip of her tongue along the shaft of his cock from the base to the head.
"Often. A lot. I love it."
"Every day?" Natalie asked again, then started playing with his balls.