HIS FANTASY ** COMPLETED BOOK 1

SET UP PLAN AS A COUPLE

Taking a deep breath. I held up my finger for a second.

"Number two rules...I get to watch." He grinned.

"You dirty girl," he teased.

"Number three rules... I want you to participate. You should get to have all the fun then."

His smile dropped a notch, then he nodded.

"Okay. But whoever this guy is, we do this to f*ck me only, not you. I don't want him messing with my woman." He said, as he

looks at me even sharper now.

"I could be ok with that. Agreed.?" I said.

"Besides, that one should be gay. Fine, let's try it. I gave his d*ck a quick tweak to get his mind off." Pete continues.

"Okay." He let out a sigh, half-relieved, half-lustful, as I kneaded his erection. He lay back against the pillow, giving into my touch, his body relaxing again beneath mine.

When he was hard enough. I straddled his hips and guided him into me. We locked together like two pieces of a puzzle, his c*ck sliding effortlessly into my wet cunt. One hand eased around my hips to cup my ass, and the other zeroed in on my c******l area because he knew I liked it rubbed during s*x. It got me off more than penetration alone ever could.

I settled down on his crotch, his whole length deep within me, and moved my hips in a familiar rocking rhythm guaranteed to get us both off. Before I could really get started, though, he grabbed my waist with both hands to hold me in place.

"Wait," he said.

"What?" I asked, frowning down at him. My fingers plucked at his n*****s enticingly. I wanted to release fast and furious, and I wanted it now. But from the way he looked at me, I knew he was still thinking about that threesome in the future.

"How exactly are we going to find a gay guy who's willing to swing with us?"

"Let me worry about that," I told him, my nails tweaking his nips. I crossed my hips, and he took the hint, thrusting up into me.

The truth is, I already had someone in mind. Pete's best friend was a handsome man named Bryan. They had met in college, and when Pete first introduced us, I was sure he and Bryan were a couple. Pete and I weren't exclusive then, and he did say he was bi.

And Bryan was definitely gay. Bryan had all the Filipino-American good looks. A blonde hair cut in a conservative style, he has those brown eyes, and a perpetual tan.

Bryan was Pete's height, around the same age, too, and they met in a biology lecture class during their freshman year. Pete swore up and down that nothing ever really happened between them, but I knew about the night shortly after we started dating when Bryan got drunk and showed up at Pete's dorm room to force his friend to choose between him or me.

Pete played it off, stuck Bryan in the shower fully dressed in an effort to sober him up, then held him as he blubbered about how much their friendship meant to him.

After that night, Bryan started dating other guys, and Pete was with me. When we got married, Bryan was the best man at our wedding. His toast brought tears to my eyes, and the only hint I had of his feelings for my husband was at the end, when he raised his glass and, staring at Pete, said it again.

"I love you, man." At least he is not

drunk this time, and Pete didn't think Bryan had meant it like that, but I knew better. I'd seen the way Bryan looked at Pete when he didn't think anyone was watching; it was the same way I looked at him. And I knew Pete thought Bryan was attractive; hell, who wouldn't? If we were going to do these three ways, It will be better if I invite Bryan into our bed, but will he be interested in joining us?

Well, I didn't know that yet. Bryan would drop trout in a heartbeat if Pete asked; of that, I had no doubt. But would he be kosher with me along for the ride?

To find out, I emailed Bryan to set up a lunch date. Just the two of us, I said, adding that I had an idea for a surprise for Pete's birthday and wanted to run it by him first since he knew what the best gift for Pete was.

Pete's birthday will be in two months. It didn't seem to occur to Bryan. But unexpectedly, Bryan's response came back quickly, as if he were checking his email inbox now.

I didn't say anything to Pete, at least not yet. I didn't want to get his hopes up only to dash them if Bryan wouldn't play by my rules.

I drove downtown and arrived at the bistro early, snagging a small table by the window so I could watch people passing on the street.

I saw Bryan as he turned the corner, ruggedly handsome in a tan blazer and dark blue shirt. The first few buttons were undone, and I saw a hint of chest hair a shade lighter than what was on top of his head. As he walked, his pleated pants pulled taut across his lithe thighs. He saw me and waved, his smile showing even white teeth.

He really did it quite nicely. I half-rose from my chair as he approached. One hand touched my elbow, and he leaned down to kiss my cheek. He smelled spicy, a different type of cologne than what Pete favored, and it gave him an exotic appeal.

"Hey, lady," he said, reaching behind me to hold my chair as I sat.

"How's Pete's wife?"

"Both of us are doing well," I told him. He took the chair beside mine instead of the one across from me.

"And you? Any new boy toys you want to tell me about?" I said. His smile turned painful for a second; he hid it quickly, but I saw it anyway. None worth mentioning.

"So, you're free Friday night?" I ventured. With a laugh, he shook his head.

"Sheila, honey, I'm gay."

"No s**t, Bryan," I joked.

"Well, you're married to my best friend. So even if I were into girl parts, which I am not, I'd turn you down for Pete's sake." He said

"Are you opposed to girl parts?" I asked.

Just at that moment, the waitress approached. She heard my question and raised her eyebrows.

"I can come back," she said. I smiled up at her and said, "Give us a minute, will you? Thanks."

When I looked back at Bryan, he was staring at me with an odd expression on his face.

"Did you break up with Pete?" he suddenly asked.

"What? No," I said.

"Because if you are," he continued, "I'm going to drive like a mad man across the town and take him out on his birthday, not you."

I felt myself grin foolishly. So, I said.

"I knew you were still in love with him."

"Always have been, always will be," Bryan admitted.

"For all the good it'll do me. You may know it, but he has no clue." Carefully folding my napkin into my lap, I said,

"I'll ask you again. Are you opposed to girl parts? If we were to invite you to participate, as it were, in our bedroom activities like Friday night for his birthday, would you say no?"

Bryan stared at me intently. I have his full attention now.

"You mean you, Pete, and me? In bed, together? Like a... what do you call it, a threesome?"

"I call it, two sweet honeybees make love behind the sunflower," I said. So that it was not confusing.

"So, are you in, or what?" A throat cleared above me, and I looked up to see that our waitress had returned. She looked from me to Bryan and back again, obviously unnerved.

"Do you need another minute?" she asked, her voice squeaking slightly. I opened the menu. "No, I think we're..."

"Yes," Bryan said suddenly. I glanced over. He was still staring at me, ignoring the waitress.

Cautiously, she asked, "Yes, you're ready, or..."

"I'll do it," Bryan announced. He handed her the menu he hadn't opened, as if that had completed his order.

"Friday night, you, me, and Pete? I'm in." I gave him a warm smile, then he turned to the waitress and said, "Can I get the special halo halo medium size, please? And have a burger with fries for her. Thanks."

"You want cheese with that?" the waitress asked. Bryan barked out a quick laugh.

"Yes, please, the warm, melting cheese to make every bite even more delicious, for the beautiful wife of the man of my dreams." Bryan said, and he nodded at me.

The waitress was stunned for a moment by his attitude. I know she didn't get what he meant. She never minds it.

I couldn't tell Pete too early who I had picked out for our s****l adventure; if he knew it was Bryan, he might back out. They were best friends, yes, and somehow, I suspected that little fact would unnerve my husband. A complete stranger would be better, in his opinion, but I wasn't ready to open my bedroom up to just anyone.

I swore Bryan to secrecy and told him to come by the house any time after nine in the evening on Pete's birthday. That would give me enough time to loosen Pete up a little.

I also share with him the rules of our deeds. so that he wouldn't be surprised any more, and that's what he should do.

"Agreed," he said, giving his thumbs up.