In personality surveys and topic questions, members are asked to tell about their favorite sexual fantasy. Here's how I answered that question: Once, I had a bi GF who was absolutely beautiful and curvy. Long, thick, straight, dark brown hair, down to the small of her back huge, deep dark brown eyes full lips and a smile that lit up a room very large breasts, two handfuls EACH shapely legs belly dancer's stomach and curves the most beautiful woman I'd ever had the pleasure of being naked with. She had a friend who was simply GORGEOUS, somewhat slimmer but not disgustingly thin.

Shorter, light brown hair, just above the shoulders crystal blue eyes nice lips and a big, warm smile breasts only slightly smaller than my GF's, but also perkier with HUGE areolae around big nipples. The GF discovered she was bi through a night with this friend, and she was always hoping to have another experience with her. When the GF was dating me, she would always tell us she wanted a 3-way. Honestly, I'd never been interested in a 3-way until I dated her. Now, I wish it could've happened. One time, I met up with them at a mutual friend's house this friend was a photographer and had some erotica in his portfolio. The girls were having erotic pics taken separately, but my GF's friend was a little bashful about being naked in front of our photographer friend, who she hardly knew.

When I got there, after the friend had loosened up a bit, it was eventually suggested that I join in.

During the good weather, I make a habit of foregoing underwear, so when I unzipped, my member was displayed in all its glory and already starting to swell. Well, she and I took a couple of pics, but she was never comfortable enough to take off her panties, and my GF never got to take pics with her OR me, all because of time constraints, but sometimes I still fantasize about that night ...

I have a fantasy that we have our photographer friend leave the room and manage to get the gorgeous friend REALLY into the photo shoot without going too far. I get her to admit that she not only feels uncomfortable around the photographer friend but also about taking these pics with me and my 8" member, especially with my GF right there watching. I get her to realize that it's only for photos, only for fun, and remind her that my GF is quite into the idea. Then, my GF massages the friend's shoulders while I tell her to just relax, get comfortable, and close her eyes. I lean in and tell her to kiss me, which she does, timidly at first, then full on.

Then, I start to caress her legs and arms and tell her to let her hands wander. Her hands slide up my legs and sides and down my chest into my lap, while my hands play with her large yet perky breasts and my GF's hands slide to her friend's sweet, fragrants wetness. My GF leans in to join our mouths in the kissing, and her friend shifts position, so that she and I can fondle my GF at the same time that my GF and I are fondling her. After a few minutes of this hot, heavy action, we stop, let the photographer friend back in, and finish the shoot by this time, both girls have removed their panties. When it's finished, he comments on how into it she was and how great the pics are going to turn out. We all just smile and nod to each other.

On our way to our cars, I ask if either of them truly want tonight to end.

In my fantasy, my GF's friend doesn't have to go to work or answer to a strict mother, so we all agree to go for a ride. Just up the road is a little league ball park in front of some woods.

I park the car in the parking lot and tell the girls to catch up before I bolt for the woods, stripping as I run. They follow playfully, and we romp through the woods, using the light of the moon to guide us. Eventually, we come to a more private clearing, where we collapse together.

After seconds that seem like minutes, we look at each other and resume what happened in the studio. It's more haphazard now. Lips and tongues and hands are running rampant over bodies, who's touching who where and with what doesn't matter. At one time, they're both going down on me another time, I'm slamming the friend from behind while she goes down on my GF another time still, my GF is on top of me, riding my thingy, while her friend rides my tongue, and the two of them are stretching across my long frame to kiss each other, fondle each other's breasts, and flick each other's personal places with their thumbs. Every time one of them comes, we switch positions. When the two of them slide my throbbing shaft in between their softnesses, I lose control, shooting my load all over our pubes and stomachs. We use our tongues to help each other get clean. Then, we lie for awhile and look up at the starlit sky. Together, we watch the sun rise. We leave, picking up strewn pieces of clothing on the way back to the car, waving at the very occasional passer-by that sees us dressing, driving to a nearby diner, having a well-deserved, large breakfast, laughing and talking the whole time. Finally, we go back to the photographer friend's house to get the gorgeous friend's car.

He is on his porch getting his paper, when we pull up. He looks curious, but he just smiles, nods, and turns back into his house. After one big, final laugh together, we give each other long hugs and only slightly lingering pecks on the lips and go our separate ways. If I didn't have to take someone home after my night of work, I would've shown up to the photo shoot an hour or more earlier, and maybe this episode could've really happened.

Now, all I have is the fantasy.