Her Secret Fantasy

You lie next to your naked girlfriend on the bed, staring at the ceiling and panting slightly from your exertions. Neither of you speak, preferring to reflect in silence on your recent earth-shattering lovemaking.

You give yourself a mental pat on the back. Once again, you’ve treated Rose to the best fuck of her life. She’s a very lucky girl to have such a considerate lover as you.

After a little while, she speaks. “Amaru?” she asks, in a voice that sounds slightly tentative.

“Yeah babe?” you reply.

“Was that good for you?” she asks carefully. “I mean, was it really good?”

“Don’t worry babe, you were awesome,” you reply. And it’s true — you really do quite enjoy sticking your penis into this girl. Some day you might marry her so you can keep on doing it.

“Um, that’s not quite what I meant,” says Rose nervously. “Is there maybe something else you’d like to try? You know, something a little different. Something a bit more… adventurous?”

You frown. Could this be some kind of trap? You’d better play it safe. “No… not really…” you venture. There’s no way that you’re telling Rose what you’re really into. You make a mental note to delete your browser history.

“It’s just that there’s something that I’d really like to try,” she says, snuggling up to you and gently stroking your chest. Her bare breasts press against your side.

You’re intrigued. What kinky stuff does your girlfriend want to do? You run through the possibilities in your head, getting more and more excited as they occur to you. Could it be missionary with the lights on? Or maybe missionary with the lights partly dimmed? How about missionary, but she keeps her panties on? Or missionary and you keep your underpants on? It might even be missionary but the both of you keep your underwear on. You try to imagine how that would work. Is it even possible?

“Babe, I’d do anything to make you happy,” you say truthfully. “Don’t be shy. Tell me what you want, and I’ll try to make it happen.”

Rose bites her lip nervously, then raises herself up so she can look you in the eye. She looks at you intently, then takes a deep breath and blurts it out.

“Well… I want to find another couple to partner swap with,” your girlfriend reveals.

“What? Really?” you reply, surprised to say the least.

“Yeah… Is that bad?” Rose asks sheepishly.

“No… not at all. I’ve always wanted to do something like that,” you admit, hoping this isn’t a trap.

“Cool, because I know the perfect couple,” she says with a smile on her face. “My friend Mia and your friend Lamarr started dating a while back, they'ed be perfect. He’s super hot, and I’ve seen how you look at Mia,” she says. “What do you think?”

“Sure, why not?” you say to her, trying to hold back a smile. She’s right, you’ve always dreamed of fucking Mia.

“Okay, I’ll set something up for this weekend” she says, reaching over and grabbing your cock through your underwear. “I can’t wait for us to watch each other,” she whispers as she strokes you.

The next day, Rose tells you that she’s arranged with Mia and Lamarr for the four of you to meet for breakfast on Saturday. The rules are: after breakfast, you will go off with each other’s partner to spend the whole day and night with the other, then meet back for breakfast the next morning to swap back. So, 24 hours of whatever you want to do with (and to!) your new partner (and hopefully lover), with no pressure to reveal details afterward.

Saturday morning finally arrives, and you and Rose drive to meet up with the other couple. At a resteront in north Long Beach. Rose and Lamarr will be spending the night at his place in Long Beach. You and Mia Will be staying at your new mansion up in the hills.

When breakfast is over, you walk out to the parking lot to say your goodbyes. You hug and kiss Rose on the lips. “Bye honey, have a good time. See you tomorrow.”

“You too!” She kisses you back. Then Mia grabs your hand as you lead her to your black '70 linlcon continintal wither purple perlecents and under glow and up dated interrior. A couple nearby, and a group of four older ladies, give you weird confused looks.

You open the car door for her. “Thank you,” she says. After she gets in, you walk around to the other side and slide in the driver’s seat. “O . M . G . Did you see those people?” she busts out laughing. “They gave us the dirtiest looks. It’s like, why did she kiss him and then hold hands with the other one, that’s, huh!”

“Yeah, they looked… confused.”

“Appalled?”

“Scandalous!” You both laugh. "Nice car by the way, why purple?" Mia asks while smiling. "You gotz tu respect my cripin, babe, I be repin 213 all day," you reply. "Crips are blue" Mia says, confused. "War colors, babe"

"I see..," she says.

“Hey, can we get something over with, to break the ice?” she asks.

“I thought that was what breakfast was for.”

She leans in to kiss you. You give her several soft slow kisses, and she gets a little tongue in a couple of them. You touch each other’s arms, and you bring a hand up to her face and caress her hair while you make out with her for a minute.

Mia sits back. “Whew.”

“Omigosh,” she whips her head around in fake shock. “What if they saw us?” gesturing to the familys walking in and out of the resterant.

“We gotta get outta here,” you say, putting the car in reverse,”

“To your house right?”

"Yep, up in bel-air, so its about a 40 minuite drive,"

There is some silence for a few stop lights but thankfully Mia breaks the akward silence. "You dont seem like the type to agree to this type of thing, switching dates and all,"

"Im just trying to make Rose happy, and I get to bounce you off the end of my dick, way i look at it, its a win win,"

"But Lamarr is doing the same thing to Rose,.... probably as we speek,"

"Lamarr is a fuckin idiot, probuly dosnt know what hole to put it in,"

"Watch out, thats by boyfriend your talking about there," Mia says playfully

"Thats my homie im talkin about here, we've ran aroud together scince we was in dipers. And evry deal that stupid motha fucka set up blew up in our face, weather it was coke, guns, or anything else we'd get shot at, kidnapped, scamed, ganked or arrested. Hell, sometimes all five. You know how many times ive had to save that nigga's ass?"

"He's still your homie thou, right?"

"Damn, he wouldn't be bouncin my girl if he wernt,"

You catch yourself looking at her. “You look bangin, this morning, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you, so do you.” She is wearing white jean short shorts that complement her beautiful brown skin and expose half of her butt. They are practically transparent and you can clearly see the pink g string she's wearing underneath. She is also wearing a black closely fit short sleeve shirt tucked into her shorts. Her nipples poke at you thru her shirt because she is not wearing a bra. Her big natural boobs make it look like the shirt is going to burst at its seems. She has a beautiful curly faux hawk hair cut. She had long eyelashes and beautifully drawn on eyebrows. She has nice brown eyes and is wearing a perl choker and big rose gold hoop ear rings. You are wearing blue chuck taylors, khaki pants and a blue univirsity of california long beach hoodie under a dodger varsity syle jacket along with three diffrent sizes of gold rope chains with various pendents, a rolex, a big gold curb chain braclet, a small dimond nose stud, two big platinum and dimond earing studs, and 5 versace rings as well as a blue paisly bandana aroud your head tied off in the front.