A Sexy Threesome

The ceiling fan luxuriously blew over our naked bodies as we laid on the bed talking about our pasts. Getting to know each other, as they like to say. My girlfriend's head rested on my thigh, her hand sliding over my stomach, hips, and slipping occasionally to stroke my semi hard cock. My own hand glided lazily up and down her slim athletic thighs. Though the lights were off, I could see the outline of her body in the moonlight.

She is, by far, the sexiest woman I have ever known. Half Japanese, half American, her slim body is the stuff of fantasy. Small feet; slim ankles on a pair of long athletic legs, honed from years of high school volleyball and college running, rising nicely to a luscious round ass. The first time we made love, the small strip of hair, trimmed neatly on the front, guided my throbbing cock into the tightest, wettest pussy I had ever known.

Her hips lead gracefully to her washboard stomach, where her six pack is still clearly evident. Small, firm breasts with long brown nipples sit high on her chest. Her thin arms lead down to dainty hands, with the long petite fingers I love to feel groping all over my body. Ah, and her gorgeous face. Full pouty lips, high cheekbones, delicate nose, beautiful brown eyes, and shoulder length, deep, chestnut hair framing the whole picture.

As my thoughts drifted naughtily over her body, I was raised from my reverie by the sound of her voice.

“So, what is the wildest night you have ever spent sexually?” she asked, giving my cock a playful squeeze.

As I thought back over my life to that point, many images came to mind. High school, college days, girlfriends, my first dysfunctional marriage. How to pick the wildest? And even then, did I dare come clean with her about my escapades? This was a girl I was seriously considering asking to marry me. What if it changed her mind about me? What if she thought I was just another cheating bastard, like her last boyfriend?

Can I tell her about the wildest night? Do I tell her "sort of" about that night, but leave out some of the gory details? Or do I play it safe and tell her the convertible story?