Free Bedded by Strangers: Fantasies Unleashed 2 by Mara Leigh Page A

along with this, their fantasy facilitators will make your wildest dreams come true.”
    “Fantasy facilitators?” I gulped down more martini and it burned all the way down to my belly.
    “That’s what they call their staff.”
    A thrill raced through me. “That is such a sweet idea, Thom, really—and hot—but I don’t want anyone but you. When I told you about that fantasy, I never meant, I never imagined...” My breaths came faster and my mouth turned dry. I took another sip of martini.
    “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s my gift to you. You’re allowed to want this. You can do this. What happens tonight won’t threaten what we have.”
    I could never hide things from Thom. Even as I denied wanting the fantasy with words, my body and face revealed the truth. Never mind my insides, which continued to heat as I remembered how I’d described my fantasy to him, how I’d imagined being surrounded by handsome men all focused on me, all wanting me, needing me, fucking me in turns until I couldn’t take any more.
    “But you—” I touched his hand. “Honey, even if that were possible, this is your anniversary, too, ours, and I—”
    “Your gift to me was the trip to Vegas.”
    “That hardly compares.” I kissed the soft place at the base of his thumb. “Plus, since I’m here, I’m benefiting from my gift to you. The only thing you’ll get from your gift to me is feeling alone, and maybe a little jealous?”
    “I won’t be jealous.”
    “Come on.”
    “It’s not like you’ll be falling in love, and it won’t be a betrayal since I was the one who set it up. You won’t be doing anything behind my back.” His fingers stroked my inner thigh.
    “Are you sure about this?” I looked into his eyes. “Are you even serious?”
    “Very serious.” He shifted closer and his hand pushed up higher on my thigh. “Knowing that your fantasy is being fulfilled will satisfy me in more ways than you can imagine.”
    Moving higher, his fingers brushed over my panties and I squirmed, both from the sensations and from my conflicting emotions. “How am I supposed to feel if my husband’s okay with my having sex with other men?”
    “Grateful?” Grinning, he scratched his finger over the satin of my panties, dragging over my clit, and every blood cell in my body migrated between my legs.
    “I want this for you,” he whispered, his voice low and deep. “Believe me, I’ve thought it through. I’ve thought about this—a lot .”
    “Do you want to have sex with other women?”
    “No,” he said. “I don’t fantasize about other women.”
    “Then what is your fantasy?” I asked. “You never told me.”
    “If I recall,” he said, “we got kind of distracted that night.” He kissed me, bringing back memories of that Tuesday night in June—one of our most spectacular, sexually speaking.
    Thom had walked in on me while I was touching myself, almost ready to come, and asked what was on my mind. Before I’d even finished confessing the details, he was ripping his clothes off and we fucked for hours, not stopping until we had to get ready for work the next day.
    “Just know,” he said, “I want this for you. More than anything. I treasure our sex life. I treasure you, and the thought of your being turned on, pleasured, surprised...” He shook his head while sucking in an audible breath. “The thought of you being ravaged, worshiped by other men—That’s my fantasy.”
    “But this seems so one sided.” I squirmed on the stool.
    “It’s what I want.” He looked into my eyes and stroked my panties. “Assuming it’s still what you want? Do you want this to happen, for real?”
    Turning to look at our reflections in the mirror behind the bar, I studied his expression. His gaze was directed toward my chest in that non-subtle way he had of ogling my boobs, and his fingers were still stroking between my legs. Was his suggestion some kind of test? Did he want me to retract my fantasy? Was this all