The Desire Of Woman - EROTIC STORIES E-Book

Gloria Hole

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

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Beschreibung

The Desire Of Woman In these erotic stories everything is about the lust of the woman. Wives experience the most beautiful sexual climaxes. Sometimes with the knowledge of the husband and sometimes without his consent. In the process, the ladies go new erotic ways and try out other sex practices. Sometimes it's a kinky threesome with a second man and double penetration, or the first time anal sex. Maybe the fling is also just for sexual gratification. In these sex stories it's hot and a climax is almost guaranteed. Have fun reading.

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Transform A Couple's Sex Life

All wives want to fuck other guys.

That may seem obvious to you, unless you are one of those husbands who can't face that fact, and push it away from their consciousness. But they do, of course they do. Some wives don't act on it (though many or possibly even most do), whether out of empathy for their husband, or timidity, or a sense of duty, or whatever, but they all want to, and they all have their own private fantasy orgies and bring themselves to orgasm by mentally fucking and sucking men known or unknown to their husbands, just as their husbands have their own fantasies. We are navigating our course atop this ocean of extramarital lust whether we know it or not.

It was no surprise to me, really, to discover that my wife could be turned on by fantasizing about someone else, though the depth and intensity of her fantasy life was a bit of a shock, I have to admit. But more shocking to me still was the discovery that my wife's fantasies of being fucked by other men turned me on at least as much as they turned her on. It wasn't easy to admit this to myself, or to her.

It was an innocuous bit of fun intended to spice up our love life that led so quickly and unpredictably to this admission which marks a clear line in our relationship like no other. There is our life before I admitted to being turned on by her lust for other men, and there is our life after that moment. It would set us on a path that neither of us expected, and which gave me a great deal of trauma, frankly, even if, I have to admit, it did give me a great deal of erotic satisfaction which was and is some solace. I hope to be able to relate more of the story of that path in the future, as I have found that writing about it, hard as it is, does seem to help me work through that trauma. But, for now, I must begin with and restrict myself to that little innocent-seeming erotic experimentation that set us on that path.

When it happened, my wife Laura was 29 years old, the same age as me (Jake). I won't bore you with a lot about our circumstances and occupations, because that is not what you are interested in, and because I want to avoid the unlikely possibility of our identities being revealed to people who know us. I also don't want to make up things that aren't true to obscure our identities: I don't want to lie about any of this - I need to face it straight on and not fudge anything. So, suffice it to say that we are middle class, white and North American. We got married young, I had only a few sexual relationships before her, and she had none. And, yes, Laura is fucking hot.

Anyway, we were having dinner, one evening and chatting about our day.

"So what did you and Sue talk about over lunch?"

Laura glanced up at me, and gave a little smile.

"What?" I prodded.

"Nothing. This and that," she said, pushing her food around distractedly. "Sex," she said finally, with another enigmatic smile.

"Really?"

"Mm-hm."

"What about sex?"

She shrugged, looking at her plate coyly.

"Just, like, some of the stuff they do."

I had a sense of how this had come up between them. I was pretty certain that Laura must have sought advice about how we could improve our sex life, which had been cooling a little for a while. I felt a twinge of humiliation at the suspicion that she probably told Laura I wasn't satisfying her.

"Like what?" I prompted. "What do they do?"

"They watch porn together," she said, studying me, and putting a forkful of food in her mouth.

"Really?"

She nodded.

The idea of a couple watching porn together is probably pretty tame to a lot of people, but Laura and I were, I was coming to realise, pretty vanilla in our sexual lives. so this to me was a little bit kinky and intriguing.

"And?"

"And what?"

"Well, do they just watch it together, or do they fool around? What?"

"Mostly they masturbate. Sometimes it leads to sex, but they often just... yeah."

"They masturbate? Themselves or each other?"

"Themselves. She says it's actually a really intimate experience, even though they aren't touching each other. And really hot. She says. You can't tell anyone - I wasn't supposed to tell you."

Inevitably, I imaged Sue and her husband, who were both young and very attractive, masturbating together to porn. I felt my cock awaken.

I had never seen Laura masturbate, nor she me. She was speaking pretty matter-of-factly, but I could tell this was a pretence. It wasn't just conversation for conversation's sake.

"And you want to try it?"

Another shrug.

"I don't know. If you want to, I will. Doesn't hurt to try something new. We wouldn't have to... do anything, necessarily. We could just put some on and, you know, watch and see how we feel about it. But whatever. Only if you want to." She looked up at me again, looking a bit vulnerable. "Do you?"

"Do I want to try it?"

Another shrug.

"Nevermind. It's stupid."

"No. I do. Let's do it. When do you want to?"

"Maybe after we do the dishes?

"Let's leave the dishes for later," I said.

-

Happily, there was a good set up in the bedroom for our experiment. I had a computer feeding video and audio to a big screen on the wall opposite the bed, controlled by a wireless mouse and keyboard. Of course I had used it for porn myself many times before, but I never talked about it with Laura. We lay next to each other, dressed in our pajamas, feeling a little awkward, but excited. Laura leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips.

"Sue says they have a rule not to touch each other, at least until... later. I mean, they snuggle up against each other like this, but they don't touch each other sexually It makes it different from regular sex, she says. It makes it a new experience. So, last kiss for now," she said smiling, and kissing me once more before settling back down on her back, snug against me. Now it was up to me to pull up a porn site, which felt very weird with her next to me.

"Sorry if this is cringey," she said, feeling the same awkwardness. "We don't have to."

"I want to. I am excited, it's just... unusual. For us. But that's good right?"

She smiled. "Okay, let's get some porn action on," she said, laughing.

I pulled up a common porn site on the screen. As familiar as it was to me, having jerked off to videos on this site countless times, it was really bizarre to be scrolling through with all of these previews of obscene acts with Laura beside me, watching. All those cocks, all that sucking and fucking.

"So, tell me when you see one you want to watch," I said.

"Can you pick, please? I can't. I don't want to."

"Okay," I said, not wanting to pressure her into it if it made her uncomfortable.

"It would help me though, if you could just give me a sense of what you'd like. And wouldn't like."

"God, I don't know," she covered her face with her hands briefly. "Just, whatever, something normal. One guy, one girl."

Not wanting to betray any sense of my own preference, I clicked on the first "normal" looking one that I came to after scrolling past a few fetishy selections. It was an amatuer POV video and opened with a shot of a naked woman on her bed with a mask over her eyes as she feigned sleep. The camera approached and a man's hand appeared in the frame, separating her ass cheeks to reveal her pussy and asshole. He began to caress her pussy, and the wet sound of it emanated.

"Is this okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, fine."

Out of the corner of my eye, I tried to read her body language. Was she getting turned on? Was she disgusted? She was totally still and unreadable. On the screen, the man's cock appeared - he was relatively large, larger than me anyway. If I am being honest, the cocks in most porn vids, even the amatuer ones, are at least a little bigger than me, so I am not huge, though I don't think I am super-small. Anyway, the guy pressed his cock against the woman's pussy, slowly entering her. I thought I could detect a slight raising of Laura's chest as though she were breathing in deeply, which I took to be a sign of arousal. I began to get turned on too.

Soon the woman on the screen began to breathe audibly in obvious arousal as the man fucked her with long, slow strokes. I heard Laura swallow hard, and her breathing became more pronounced. There was no question of it now - she was getting turned on. This gave me a full erection almost at once. I shifted slightly to get more comfortable as my pajama pants tented.

On screen, the man pulled out and the woman raised her ass to give him better access. As he very slowly fed his cock back into her, Laura exhaled slowly, almost a sigh. She shifted her hips slightly. Seeing her getting turned on by another man's cock brought on a flood of conflicting emotions. Mostly, however it made me very fucking hard and horny. She looked over at me, and at my tented crotch.

"You can take it out and stroke it if you want to"

"Do you want me to?"

"I think it would be sexy."

I fished it out from the flap in the front of my pajamas and slowly stroked it. It felt little deviant to be doing this in front of Laura, but also really hot. Laura didn't seem to know what to do with her hands, crossing and uncrossing them.

"Go ahead," I encouraged her. "Touch yourself."

Tentatively, she brought her hands up and caressed her breasts through the fabric of her top, pinching the now enlarged nipples, and then one of her hands traveled slowly down her torso and slipped under the waistband of her bottoms and disappeared. She sighed deeply as she began to massage her pussy. Her eyes were glued to the screen. As the man began to fuck the woman harder and faster, Laura's hand picked up pace and she began to writhe her hips slightly and lustily. As the woman on screen began moaning in ecstasy Laura too began to slightly moan. I was a little taken aback at how turned on Laura was, though it was of course the most natural thing in the world: that's the point of porn, after all. But the apparent, if unsurprising, fact that Laura was getting off on imagining that big, strange cock filling her pussy hit me hard with a pange of jealousy. What was more shocking to me was that Laura's lust for another man was turning me on so immensely that I had to slow down my stroking so that I didn't immediately explode.

"Take your pants off," I said. As she quickly shimmied out of her pants I did the same and then ripped open my top as I didn't want to cum all over them. Laura immediately returned her hand to her pussy and got back to furious work. With her pants off, and shapely naked legs spread wide, an image of her getting fucked by that huge cock and loving it forced itself on me and brought me to the edge.

Soon, Laura was obviously also on the verge of orgasm and muttering, "Oh god, oh fuck". On screen the guy's cock was slick with pussy juices as he rammed in and out the woman in long, fast thrusts until suddenly he stopped with just his head in her pussy and grunted as he delivered his cream pie. Laura moaned loudly as she climaxed, causing me to shoot my load immediately on my chest and stomach, grunting involuntarily with the intensity of it.

We lay panting as our orgasms subsided and on screen the guy slowly removed his cock with an audible plop, and his semen flowed out the woman's hole.

"Oh Jesus," Laura panted as she tried to calm her breath. She looked over at me with slightly glazed eyes and chuckled slightly.

"That was fun," she said.

"Yeah."

"Yeah. That was a good idea." She looked at my cum-soaked torso, and then reached for a few tissues from her bedside table. "Wow," she said as she began to clean me up. "You liked her. That's a lot of cum."

I shrugged. "She was attractive," I said dismissively.

"Uh-huh," she said incredulously. "She just made you cum like I have seldom seen."

Laura had no idea the complex swirl of emotions that had brought me to such an intense orgasm, and I had no idea how to explain it, or if I even wanted to. Her assumption that I got off while imagining myself fucking the woman on screen was a confirmation that she had just gottten off while imagining the man fuck her. Could I tell her how much this turned me on? It wasn't the first time I had found myself turned on by the idea of her infidelity - I have to admit that there were times when we had fucked with more than our usual intensity after she betrayed a bit of attraction for another man by flirting with him or something, but I chalked this up to a natural competitive instinct and pushed it out of my mind. But now I could not deny the erotic rush I felt at watching her openly get off so intensely while fantasizing about being fucked by another man. The fantasy infidelity was not something I needed to compete against, or not just that, anyway. It was something I yearned for in and of itself.

I shook my head. "It wasn't her. It was..." I didn't know what to say, but I wanted to be truthful. What Sue had said was true: it was weirdly intimate, what we just did. I didn't want to ruin it by not being open. "It was you," I said finally.

Laura. eyed me quizzically with her chin resting on my torso.

"What do you mean?"

I struggled for the words. "Well, I mean, this situation, with you here beside me bringing yourself off... that was hot. What really gets me off is watching you get off," I said. It was true, but not enough of the truth. "And... well. I mean, I guess it in my mind, it wasn't her getting fucked. It was... " I had to force myself to admit it to myself and to her. "It was you."

"You were fantazing about fucking me? Come on," she said incredulously. It stung a bit, because it further confirmed that she was in no way thinking about me when she was getting off. It stung, but it gave me a real erotic jolt, which was kind of the point.

"No.That's not what I mean," I said.

Laura searched my eyes with a confused look. After a moment, I saw from a change in her expression that she understood.

"Oh," she said quietly. She glanced back at the screen where a darkened still image of the woman's cum-leaking pussy filled the screen.

"So... you were fantasizing that was me, but... the guy... wasn't you."

I couldn't read her expression, and was filled with a sudden terror that I had damaged something in our relationship irrevocably with my confession. Would she think me a pathetic freak? I didn't know what to say, and waited for a signal of her feelings about what I had just revealed.

She sat up beside me, still looking at my face.

"So... "

Before continuing, she lifted a leg over me and straddled me.

"So, what brought you to that huge orgasm was... imagining me being... fucked by another guy?"

Somewhat encouraged by her body language, I managed a slight nod. Staring me in the eye with her mouth slightly open, she lowered herself until I could feel her pussy pressed against my cock which now lay flaccid on my belly. She was extraordinarily wet, and I began to harden in response.

"Oh," she sighed, now rubbing her pussy back and forth slightly on my cock.

"Are we good?" I asked. The answer was becoming pretty obvious, but after the moment of terror I felt in making my admission, I wanted a little more assurance from her.

"Are we good?" she repeated, grinding a little harder against me. Suddenly she stopped and looked at me. "Would you be upset if I told you that what you just told me makes me really fucking horny?"

I could only shake my head.

"Then, yeah, we're good. We are so good," she said as she started grinding her pussy hard against me. She took her shirt off and her breasts swayed as she moved. I caressed them.

Suddenly she stopped and looked at me.

"Do mind if we do that again before we fuck?"

"Let's."

She dismounted me and plunked herself down on her back beside me. I grabbed the mouse and began navigating.

"I think... I'd like you to pick this time," I said.

She looked at me a minute and then pressed her front against my side. She draped an arm and a leg over me so she could grind her soaked pussy against my leg.

"Why?"

I swallowed hard. She took my cock in her hand and stroked me softly.

"Why, baby?"

"I... I'd like to see what you'd choose," I said.

"Because you get off on me getting off?"

"Yeah."

"And you want me to choose a man I'd like to fuck?" My cock throbbed in her hand.

I nodded.

She took the mouse.

She took some time browsing, which was in itself extremely erotic. She finally settled on one. I had to ask.

"Why this one?"

She shrugged. "It looks hot."

"Tell me what you find hot about it."

"I like what I saw them doing in the preview."

"Is that it?" I asked.

She glanced at me and tried to read my face.

"You sure?" she asked.

I nodded.

She looked back to the screen where the two were standing and kissing and groping slowly.

"He's really good looking. He's got a great body." She paused for a second, hesitating. "He's got a really sexy cock."

On screen. the woman had just, as if on cue, released the man's cock from his trousers. It was very long, and quite thick. Circumcised. The woman on screen began to stroke it.

"You like his cock, huh?" I asked.

She glanced at me. "I love it. It's really... masculine."

"And big?"

She searched my face.

"Is that okay?"

I nodded slightly.

"Yeah. It's so big, baby," she said looking at me. "His big cock turns me on."

We returned our attention back to the screen. The woman was still stroking the guy's huge cock as he kissed her neck.

"I bet it would feel really good in my hand. Would like to see me stroke his cock, baby?"

I responded by beginning to stroke myself. On screen, the woman dropped to her knees and continued stroking the cock, now with her face so close to it he must have felt her breath on it. Laura began playing with her pussy.

"Would you like to see me suck his cock, baby? Would you?"

"Yes," I said.

"You want me to put that big sexy cock in my mouth? You want to watch me suck his cock while you play with yourself?"

On screen the woman began to do just that, stroking his shaft while she took as much of it into her mouth as she could. I began stroking faster.

"Oh, you like that, don't you baby? You like watching him shove his big cock in your wife's mouth. I can tell - my god, you are so hard, baby."

She was right: I don't think I'd ever been as hard and turned on as that moment, with both of us openly fantasizing about her sucking another man's cock.

After a bit of this, the man on screen pulled up the woman and bent her over a table. He pulled her skirt up and began massaging her pussy through her panties.

"Oh, god, baby - do you mind if he touches my pussy. Is that okay? It feels sooo good. I love feeling his masculine hands all over me."

Feeling myself getting closer to orgasm, I slowed my pace, and then had to stop so I wouldn't come before I wanted to. Laura noticed.

"What's the matter, baby? You gonna cum?"

On screen, the man had removed the woman's panties and was furiously licking her pussy.

"Is it too much for you, baby? Is it okay if he licks my pussy? His tongue feels so good - and if he's going to stick that big cock in me, I'm gonna have to be really wet."

Almost involuntarily, I started stroking again.

"You want that, don't you? You want to watch him fuck me with that huge cock."

The man on screen stood up and positioned himself behind the woman and slapped her ass.

"Here it comes, baby. He's gonna fuck your wife with that big hard cock. God, I can't wait to have him fill me up with that thing."

I stopped stroking and squeezed myself hard to prevent the orgasm that wanted to burst forth.

"Don't cum yet, baby, he's just about to put his cock in me. God he's teasing me, rubbing his cock against me, when I just want him to fuck me, baby."

Laura was really going to town on her pussy now, and the wet sounds of it were really driving me wild.

"Oh, please, tell him to stop teasing and fuck me," she begged.

On screen, the man finally pushed the end of his cock against the woman's pussy and slowly shoved himself in, spreading her opening wide.

"Oh, fuck, he feels so good, baby," Laura panted, obviously on the verge.

The man on screen slowly fed the long length of his cock into the woman as Laura began to convulse in orgasm. She waited a moment to regain her breath while the fucking on screen continued.

She looked over and me, and saw me still gripping my throbbing cock tightly. I hadn't wanted to cum yet - I wanted more. Laura repositioned herself so that she was on her knees facing the screen with her ass in the air, and reached underneath herself, alternately massaging her clit and spreading her pussy open, beckoning me with her hole.

She turned her head back and looked me in the eye.

"Fuck me with your big cock while my husband watches. Fill me with your cum."

I got behind her and slid easily into her soaking wet pussy and started fucking her as hard and fast as I could. Knowing that she was imagining some stranger fucking her, as I thrust into her, I imagined it too. I took in the view that some other man would have while he fucked my wife from behind, her face in the sheets, muffling her ecstatic cries, her sexy hips, held firmly in his hands as he pounded into her, her little puckered asshole on display, and below that, her sweet pink pussy being mercilessly penetrated by his cock as she shook with the pleasure of it, waiting for him to fill her up with his hot cum. I imagined this man feeling the delirious pleasure of her hot, wet pussy that I was now feeling as she came on my dick, except that, given what I was learning about her size preferences, her pussy would feel tighter and even more pleasurable on his huge cock than it did now on mine. The feel of my balls slapping against her hand as she worked her clit, exclaiming "oh, yeah, fuck me with that fat cock!" I came hard, pounding with all my strength, grunting as I shot into her again and again, finally stopping with my cock pressed into her as deep as I could get it, knowing that she wished it could reach much deeper, and the two of us were motionless except for our panting.

"Oh my fuck," Laura finally gasped into the sheets.

I slowly pulled out of her, my spent cock flopping down as the head popped out, and then bent to kiss her pussy gently before collapsing on the bed. I grabbed the mouse and closed the browser. After a moment more of panting with her ass in the air, Laura crawled over and collapsed beside me, her arm over my chest.

"Oh my fuck," she repeated.

I just nodded.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"I have never cum like that before in my life," she said.

"I know," I said.

She raised up slightly to look at me.

"How do you feel? You okay?" she asked.

"Good. Great. I've never cum like that either."

"You know it's just... play, right? Just fantasy."

"I know," I said.

She kissed me, and lay back down on the bed, stroking my chest slightly, then she moved her hand down and gently held my genitals in her hand.

The words she spoke moments ago, spoken with total erotic abandon and with a look of lust and, maybe, a touch of cruelty in her face such as I had never before seen, echoed in my brain:

"Fuck me with your big cock while my husband watches. Fill me with your cum."

How did I feel? I felt terrified. And exhilarated. I wished we hadn't done what we had just done, and I wanted more of it at the same time. New possibilities had opened up. Not just possibilities, inevitabilities. But it was impossible to predict exactly what it was that had suddenly become inevitable except in a vague way that filled me with both erotic yearning and nameless dread. It felt like sudden, unexpected freedom, but also like a walk to the gallows.

"So, listen, Laura, I know there's probably no need for me to say this, but just so we're clear about things... I don't want things to get confused or misinterpreted. So, I should make it clear that when you ask me if you can do something... with somebody, or if you ask me while we are playing around if I want you to do something, and I say 'yes', that doesn't mean that I want you to do that thing for real. I'm sorry - I know that you know, and that it's been an unspoken thing, but I just needed to say it out loud, so I wouldn't have to worry about any confusion."

We were in bed, Laura and I, naked. We had just engaged in another one of our role plays, as we had done nearly every night since we discovered that fantasizing about Laura fooling around with other guys, with me watching, was a huge turn on for both of us.

Laura raised up her side and looked down at me on the bed beside her.

"So, let me get this straight. So that things don't get confused. When I, like I just did a moment ago, ask you, for example... "Oh, Jake, I want to get naked and crawl onto his body and rub his big hard cock with my pussy - do mind, baby? Can I rub my pussy on his cock?" Or when I say: "I want to ride him, so bad, Jake. Can I sit on his lap and shove his fat cock inside me, baby? Would you like to see me lower my pussy onto his big, hard cock, Jake?" When I ask you these things, and you are furiously stroking yourself off and desperately nodding 'yes', and then you start cumming all over yourself when I tell you how good his cock feels in me... That means that you don't want me to do those things, is that it? Have I got that straight?"

"Laura - "

Before I could continue, she slapped my chest resoundingly, and laughed.

"I know, dummy," she said smiling. "It's just fantasy fun." She put her head on my shoulder. "Actually it is kind of more than that. Because this has meant that I don't need to hide things from you, like other wives. I don't have to pretend, like they do, that I am never turned on by other men, or have to conceal the fact that someone hit on me for fear of what kind of jealous reaction I would get. God, most wives, if they admitted to their husbands that they had masturbated while fantasizing about fucking one of her co-workers that afternoon, the guy would get real mad and start shouting. Instead, I get my pussy licked and shot full of cum. It's not just hot, though it is fucking hot. I feel like it allows us to be more real with each other. It's brought us closer, don't you think?"

She was right. I felt like I knew her infinitely more intimately and completely that I did just a few weeks ago. We began our role playing using porn, and still did sometimes, by we also worked our way by degrees to fantasies where we pretended I was watching her get fucked by men we, or she, knew in the real world. Thus my awkward attempts at establishing clear boundaries. It was one thing to tell her in a role play that I wanted her to fuck some random guy in a porn vid. It was quite another thing to tell her, as I just had moments ago, that I wanted to watch her ride her co-worker's cock until he shot his cum inside her, and then send her off to work in the morning.

So, yeah, establishing boundaries seemed important.

But one of the consequences of all this was that I suddenly was being told of every flirtation, every advance, wanted or unwanted, every crush had by her or on her, and every naughty thought she had during the day. I was suddenly made keenly aware of how different the daily world was for a beautiful woman than it was for a man. Beautiful women operated in a totally different sexual atmosphere, with the near-constant promise, or threat, of sex.

"Yeah," I said, "it has brought us closer."

"And, yes, I realise that this all stays in the bedroom," she continued, "and that you are not giving me a hall pass by cumming like a fucking gyser when you imagine me getting fucked by some sexy guy. It's fun, it's hot. And like I said, it also brings us closer." She brushed my hair back with her hand and put her hand on my face. "But I want you to know... that if you think that maybe going further with this might bring us even more closer together, or that it would turn you on even more... I will do anything you want me to, baby. I am yours to use for your pleasure. If it turns you on, I'll do it. Anything."

--

I've come to think of moments like this as points on a trajectory. The night we first masturbated together, and disclosed those secrets about our sexuality, that night marked the beginning of this trajectory, leading inexorably to its inevitable, though distant and unseeable conclusion. Once we were launched on it, at each point of the trajectory, it seemed we had only travelled a little way since the last one, and there was no reason that we should be pulled along to the next, and the next. At every point, I was struck by how far we had come, but confident that we could stop the momentum and go no further. It's like that joke about the guy who's been pushed off the top of a tall building, and as he falls, dropping past story after story, accelerating towards the pavement below, he keeps saying to himself: "So far, so good... So far, so good."

--

For weeks after that, she didn't mention or make any reference to her open invitation to go 'further', and neither did I, figuring that was all the answer she needed. I imagine she was tempted to make the offer again, but was wary of irritating me. And in any case, she made it clear what she wanted in other ways. In the context of our role playing, of course, she was very open with me about lusting after other men, and the things she desperately wanted to do with them, and have them do to her. She knew it was a turn on for me precisely because she wasn't just pretending to want the things, and the men, that she said she wanted when we played: she really did want them. Badly. We both knew it, and we each knew that the other knew it.

Inevitably, she began being more open with me outside of our playtimes. She'd tell me that she'd bet that the guy a couple tables over at a restaurant had a big cock, that she could sense his BDE. That she wondered if it was circumcised. She'd tell me she wanted to take him into a bathroom stall and have him fuck her from behind. Sometimes, out of nowhere, while we were watching TV on the sofa together or something, she'd tell me how hot she got at work earlier that afternoon after one of her co-workers flirted with her. How she made herself wet in her office, thinking about him.

But it was the pornography that taught me the most about her, sexually. I always let her choose the videos, and she never insisted that I choose. I think we were both a little surprised to discover how much threesome videos turned her on, for example. Sometimes even two girls and a guy.