She deflected all these invitations, of course, but as each guy hungrily eyed my finance's cleavage, I just couldn't help thinking what it would be like to see the two of them in bed together, fucking each other goofy. We've always had a very "talkative" fucking relationship and while I had my cock in her that night in bed, I started to let slip what was on my mind. At first I was scared that she'd be angry with me for violating our "understanding," but I had a pleasant surprise in store. "Babe, you know all those guys that kept asking you to dance tonight?" I said this to the rhythm of a long, slow fuck-stroke. This was followed by a breathy silence a couple of more fuck-strokes long, then Trina whispered hotly, "Yeah?" "You know that what I kept thinking' about during this fuck?" I continued the sensual pace all the while our whispered conversation took place. "What?" "I keep imagining that you went up and danced with some of them." "Oh, yeah?" There was no disguising her obvious interest in my fantasy. "I also keep wondering what it would be like if we were in the bar together but pretended we didn't know each other. You know, and I got to watch you flirt and dance all sexy as hell with a strange guy and then..."