Amy says yes...

"I have," Amy blurted out, chugging her wine glass to avoid our stares and open mouths of surprise. "Actually more than a few times..."

Then the other girls all squealed, begging Amy to reveal the juicy details of her fantasy with me.

"Well, I already told you that I had wished Ian was Adam's father..." she started, glancing at me, "... so there were lonely nights after I put my son to bed and I had some wine I thought about what if I was married to Ian..." She looked at Elizabeth for approval to continue and my wife nodded with a smile.

Amy took another sip of her wine before continuing, "I fantasized that Ian had asked me out to the prom -- we were running around the track, playing smacking each other on the butt every time we passed each other and getting all horny from it. That lead us to fucking in the bushes and Ian asked me to the prom..."

"...and then?" Stephanie interrupted.

"We had the orgy in the hotel room like before," Amy grinned and paused her story to let everyone flashback to the one night we all could never forget. "After graduation, Ian goes to MIT, I go to USC, and we have a rough long-distance relationship but it works out. He moves back to California where I start a dance troupe but a year later I get pregnant with Adam. Two months after into my pregancy, Ian gets the dancers to help him do an elaborate romantic marriage proposal via dance..."

The girls laugh at the idea of me dancing.

"Was it a big wedding?" Elizabeth asked.

"Not as big as yours," Amy laughed.

"You would look gorgeous in a wedding gown," Corrine noted and the other girls nodded in agreement.

"Maybe one day," Amy shrugged, taking another sip of wine. I could tell this was a bit therapeutic for her to get it off her well-endowed chest to her closest friends.

"Then what happens?" Stephanie asked, wanting to hear more of the fantasy.

"We had our ten year high school reunion and an after party at our house with Adam at my dad's," Amy replied.

"Was the party anything like the one at my place?" Talia wondered.

"Something like it but we did a tantalizing fashion show for Ian -- Corrine in a silk nightie, Elizabeth as a Victoria's Secret Angel, Stephanie in a skimpy nurse uniform, Talia wearing a tiny red silk camisole, and I'm dressed up as a ballerina. We then did an amateur porn video with all of us dressed up as brides and Ian as the groom..." Amy nervously laughed as she blushed almost as red as her hair.

"Oh my..." Stephanie gasped as Amy elaborated how I deflowered each and every one of them. The girls quietly finished their wines and I ate while we intently listened.

"I don't know about you girls but Ian's definitely enjoyed Amy's story," Elizabeth giggled, pointing to the tent I was pitching under my towel.