Leslie's fantasy #1

The sun was just cracking through the window blinds. Leslie blinked her eyes open, still sleep deprived from the late night before. Her mind drifted back to the risque conversation she had just a few hours ago with her husband Pete and his best friend Rick. Rick had flown in for the weekend to help Pete with some major projects around the place. They had stayed up late, catching up and deep in conversation.

Flashbacks of that conversation still swirled in her mind with underlying intrigue. It had started off innocent enough, but after some drinks and some playful banter the conversation became fairly risque. She couldn't help but replay it in her mind again.

"Do you think you could actually pick him out of a photo lineup?!" Rick teased playfully.

"I'm sure of it. I've seen his penis more times than I can think," Leslie replied. "Where did you hear this again?"

Rick stood up and walked back to the kitchen island, pouring another double rum and coke into his Yeti cup. "I don't remember the specific website, but it said that only two out of five wives could actually identify their husband's dick out of a lineup of random cocks."

"And what's the point, again?" Leslie scoffed.

Rick took a long drink from his cup and then raised his eyebrows, "Look! All I'm saying is that women aren't always as attentive to the details as you think. Sure, you can tell me what shoes a waiter was wearing yesterday, but none of you really pay attention to detail in the bedroom. We men are much better at focusing when it comes to sex."

"Maybe because that's all you guys think about, 24/7!" Leslie teased as she stood up and also went to refill her cup from the blender full of pina colada.

"That's kinda weak though. I would be able to identify your goods, without question," Pete interjected. "I mean I'm down there enough that I know exactly what you look like," he said with a smirk.

Leslie shot him dagger eyes. "That has nothing to do with it! I could easily pick you out of a lineup."

"Prove it!" Rick playfully challenged her.

Those two words still rang in Leslie's head as she rubbed her morning eyes, trying to wake up, still thinking about what happened next. She couldn't believe what those words led to last night. And she still wasn't sure if the three of them had really done what she thought they had done.