“Are you sure you don’t mind me going out with the guys?” David asked me.

“Do I ever?” I was sprawled on our bed paging through a fashion magazine as nonchalantly as possible. Although David was dressed to go out, I had on a little white nightie trimmed with lace. I didn’t plan to go anywhere.

He kissed my lips. Then he kissed the tip of my nose. “You promise you’re not just saying that?”

“Of course not.” I closed the magazine and smiled at him.

“The thing is that you’re so sweet about it,” he said. “I’ve never had a girlfriend who was so supportive. They’ve all been jealous of poker nights, when all I’m doing is hanging with the guys.”

“You dated the wrong girls I guess,” I told him.

“Thank goodness I found the right one,” he said, giving me a squeeze before heading out for his poker game. I really am supportive. I’ve never been a clingy type of girl. I think it’s perfectly acceptable for partners to have different interests, and it’s not my nature to join myself at the hip to any man I’ve dated. But on this night, I had an ulterior motive for being so easygoing.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I rolled over and pulled out my favorite vibrator. He’d be gone for three hours. I planned to see how many orgasms I could have in those 180 minutes. My record to date was six. Grabbing my vibrator, I settled back against the pillows and shut my eyes. I thought of David playing cards with his friends. Then I started to think of each one of his friends individually. One was called Rocky. He had a swimmer’s build, blond hair, and blue-gray eyes. I pictured Rocky bending me over the poker table and fucking me. My pussy started to get juicy at the thought. I had a vibrator in one hand, but I didn’t turn it on yet. I wanted to be really wet before I started the motor. The picture of Rocky was working for me at first. Then I needed more. I started to imagine David’s oldest college friend, Tim. In this fantasy, I pictured Tim knocking all the poker chips to the floor, then spreading me out on the green velvety felt and kissing his way down my body. I was naked in the fantasy, and the other poker players watched as Tim reached my split and began to make love to my pussy with his tongue. Part of the fantasy was the fact that the other men were witnessing my pleasure. I turned on the toy and let the motor whir against my clit. I didn’t amp the engine right away. I took things slowly. I know how to savor every second. With my eyes shut, I started rotating the toy. That felt delightful. I continued with the move, pushing and thrusting the tip inside myself. That’s exactly when I heard a voice go, “Oooh.” And the voice wasn’t my own. My eyes snapped open. There was David, staring down at me.

I started to speak, but what could I say? He’d caught me with my hand in the pot, so to speak. There was no hiding what I’d been doing, and explanations weren’t necessary. What would I say, anyway? Hi, honey. When you leave, I touch myself. A lot. A fuck lot. All night long, in fact.

“So… ” he said.

“So,” I replied, switching off the toy.

“This is what you… ”

I nodded. Then I looked at the clock. He’d only left 15 minutes before. Why was he back? He must have read the question in my eyes, because he said, “I got halfway to the game, and I realized that I would rather spend the time with you than with a group of men and a hand of cards.”

“You did?” I asked, my breath coming fast. “You would?”

He grabbed my vibrator from me. I let him.

“Doing whatever you wanted to do,” he continued.

“In a heartbeat, his cock took over where the vibrator had left off.”

I watched him.

“Or whatever you want me to do,” he said finally.

He turned the toy back on and began to run the tip all around my clit. I was in heaven in seconds. Not only was I getting hotter and hotter, but my man was the one doing this to me.

“What were you thinking about?” he asked.

I hadn’t been expecting that. Well, I hadn’t been expecting any of this, honestly. But I was unprepared for the query, and I answered without hesitation. “Rocky,” I said.

“Rocky?”

“Well, you and Rocky. And, you know, Tim.”

David seemed taken aback. We’d shared fantasies before, but most were less than dirty. I’d told him that I wanted to make love in a ski lodge. He’d confessed that he’d always wanted to try a blindfold during sex. This was something new. I watched his face to see how he was taking my confession.

“For real?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Only while I masturbate.”

That seemed to put him at ease. “So tell me more. Tell me what you think about while you touch yourself.”

I pushed myself up a little bit on the pillows. He had my vibrator in his hand and was using it as if he’d always done this with me, even though this was our first time playing in this manner.

“Like I said… ” I started.

“I heard what you said,” he told me. “I want details. What do you envision? What do you imagine?”

I swallowed hard. I’d never told any boyfriend something like this before. It was personal. But then David and I share everything with each other. Why shouldn’t I tell him my fantasies?

“What if I tell you one of mine,” he suggested, “and then you can tell me one of yours. We’ll trade.”

I liked that. I looked down his body and saw that his cock was hard in his slacks. I liked that even more.

“You said you think about the men I play poker with. Right?”

I nodded. He started to work the vibrator deeper inside me. I did my best to focus on the words he was saying. He was making me feel so sublime; it was a little difficult to concentrate, but I did my best.

“Well, sometimes,” he said, “sometimes when I’m in the shower, I jerk off and think of fucking you while my poker buddies watch.”

“Really?” I couldn’t believe we were so well connected, that our fantasies actually overlapped.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “I imagine showing up at one of the games with you alongside me. I think of what the boys would say: ‘What’s going on?’ ‘Why’s she here?’ ‘Is it Girls’ Night?’ And then I picture telling them that I just want to fuck you while they watch.”

He was working that toy in me harder now, faster. I was starting to shake a little. I knew my own orgasm was not far off. “Now tell me yours,” he said. “What you think of.”

I was going to have to do it. He’d shared his secret. So I took a deep breath and told him mine. “It’s a little dirtier,” I said.

“Really? A sweet girl like you? I don’t believe it.”

He let the vibrator slip out of my pussy, and he began to circle my clit with the tip.

“I imagine being at your poker game, too,” I said, “but I think of your buddies fucking me while you watch. One after the other, taking their turn.”

His eyes were so wide. I knew I’d shocked him. At least, I thought I had. He turned the vibrator off. Had I gone too far?

Nope. David simply had to take the place of my toy. He stripped and got onto the bed with me. In a heartbeat, his cock took over where the vibrator had left off. I was feeling hazy with pleasure. But I let him know that what I’d said was only a fantasy.

“I wouldn’t want to for real,” I said. “I just think about it.”

“We can think about it together,” he said. “All the different ways we could play… in our minds.”

That started a whole night of storytelling. We continued to see each other’s hands, to raise the stakes. He told me that he thought I’d look beautiful blowing Tim. I told him that I could imagine Rocky in my ass while David fucked my pussy.

It was the best poker night of my life.

And this time, when I cashed in my chips, I definitely felt royally flushed.