"Show me how you would fuck her."
I pushed my wife further into the bedding, face down, and grabbed her hips as I drove into her again and again. What had begun as hypothetical pillow talk had blossomed into a full-fledged fantasy, one that we were both enjoying quite a bit at the moment. We had been casually making out in bed after a night out with some friends when she asked me if I'd noticed what her friend Vicky was wearing.
I told her that it was hard not to—her friend's dress had been quite revealing. It was black with a low cut neckline that was further enhanced by a keyhole cut showing off her cleavage and a long slit up the leg. Vicky had looked quite hot and I told my wife as much. She asked me which of her friend's physical features I'd enjoyed the most. I'm a leg guy, so I told her those certainly got my attention. I stopped kissing my wife long enough to run my hand along her bare thigh. She wears a night shirt and panties to bed.