This is me at five years of age, it explains a lot
This is me at five years of age, it explains a lot
Trying to meet up with Mark Two to make sure of my intentions wasn’t that easy. Work, studies and my family already involved a lot of juggling. Getting my period meant I had to cancel the first night I managed to synchronise with Mark Two as I didn’t want to inflict my touch of moodiness upon him. The next earliest time I could organise with him for us to meet was some weeks later; only for me to fall ill with such a bad cold that I couldn’t contemplate leaving the house when the day finally arrived.
The erotic energy that took over my mind and body during these frustrating weeks was exhausting. I became fixated on the idea of having sex with Mark Two, even though most of the time I still considered this an open question, rather than a definite plan. I really enjoyed the great sex I was having with husband Mark, and probably more than usual. I wasn’t quite yet at the point where I fantasised that it was Mark Two inside me, but such thoughts did sometimes cross my mind during our love making.
I didn’t tell my husband of these preoccupations, but one time after I had got over my cold he flat out asked me if I was thinking of the other Mark as we fucked. “Not really,” I half lied, adding that I was more interested in thinking about talking and flirting with Mark than anything else, which was also only half true. I am not sure why, but this response drove Mark wild and he thrust into me harder and faster than ever.
I still wondered what was going on in my husband’s head so in this heated moment I once again asked him to explain why he thought I should have sex with another man. “Because I love you my darling, and because you are so beautiful,” he replied, before groaning into orgasm behind me. I focussed on the feeling of warmth from his presence still deep within me, and his words of just a moment ago, and joined him in wonderful ecstasy.
In another short moment we were lying snuggled together, enjoying the deep togetherness of our love and pleasure. For once, I didn’t make a quick grab for tissues, and instead tried to ignore the uncomfortable oozing wetness between my legs that usually distracted me. This time, I just let myself luxuriate in the wonderful feeling of shared intimacy. What could be better than this? Was I somehow putting this wonderful feeling of closeness in jeopardy? Mark stirred slightly to wiggle his body closer against me, crossing his arm around me to cup my lower left breast.
I shrank as he touched my very sensitive nipple then delighted in the lovely feeling of being held by him. In a flash, my lust and arousal was soaring so quickly and strongly that I found myself pleading with Mark to please lick me. He immediately flipped himself around and had his tongue deep within me. It felt delightful. Then he was sucking, nibbling and flicking, and that was just perfect too.
After enjoying this wonderful attention for a few minutes, and feeling incredibly aroused and wickedly naughty, I decided to see what might be the amorous effect of some gentle teasing. “Do you want Mark to be doing this to me darling, fucking and licking me like this?” Mark stopped what he was doing and looked up at me from between my thighs, his face glistening. His expression shifted between a smirk and an enigmatic smile. “Of course, if you would like that my dear.” He moved his whole body upwards, indicating that his wonderful pleasing of me with his mouth had finished. At once I regretted what I had said, thinking he was stopping. As he knelt higher I saw his very hard erection. “You think he will please you like I do?” grunted my very turned-on husband.
“No need to make it into a dick-waving contest,” I replied demurely, faking it. He smiled at me, knowing that even jokes aside the whole thing had got a bit silly. Regardless, he was completely unable to contain his excitement; anyway, neither could I! Just going with it, I focussed on the lovely feeling of him moving slowly inside me after his quick entry. I matched his efforts with little tilts and thrusts of my pelvis and hips, as we built towards another wonderful climax. After a quick kiss and rearranging of the sheets and doona we both fell asleep; the issue of my having sex with Mark Two still unsettled, but perhaps even closer to getting the go-ahead.
It was morning, and before I was fully conscious of what I was saying or doing I had a burning question for my husband: “Mark, why do you want me to fuck Mark?” I had woken up from a night filled with dreams of wonderful erotic intimacy with Mark Two. These were the most sexual dreams of my life, and my whole body was flushed with arousal. I could still feel him pulsing inside me, his groans matching my moans, and I had tasted his semen exploding in my mouth. The vivid erotic images of the dream quickly faded, but the powerful lingering consciousness of what I enjoyed in my dreams left me bewildered and uncertain.
My thoughts were spinning and my whole body was quivering with excitement. I couldn’t decide whether these incredibly sensuous feelings and real seeming images were simply delightful imaginings, memories of something that actually happened, or even somehow a prophesising of what would inevitably happen?
I understood my demanding question of my husband was actually directed at myself, already knowing the answer. I couldn’t pretend that I was being pushed into anything. I would pursue having a sexual relationship with Mark Two because this was what I wanted. Whether this would actually happen was really only up to him now.
The extract below is the end of Chapter Six. The main character, Petra meets Melita:
That she felt out of place in this hedonistic establishment was obvious to me, but there was also a hint of a natural inquisitiveness, even a longing, about her. While overall she seemed to want to project a fairly conservative inclination, I could detect a willingness to move outside her usual comfort zone of shyness and reserve. I guessed that like me she was gifted with an abundance of sensuality, and was still engaged in a struggle with her natural desires. Straight away I realised that we would be friends, and that her accustomed self-control and denial wouldn’t survive her developing a friendship with me.
She politely waited for me to finish taking her in, then told me her name was Melita. I tried to kiss her on the cheek, in a sisterly kind of way, but as I leaned forward she shrank away from me. It was one of those awkward moments that used to completely unsettle me. Now though, I wasn’t too perturbed and so I just introduced myself as I showed her how we would go about organising our breakfast.
I found and paid for myself and then looked for her name and image. When she came up on the display there was no cavorting image. It was simply a snippet of her taken as she entered the building. The console also informed that she was the guest of Harry. He would be paying. I entered a light breakfast for her, like mine. “Melita,” I said, “I will try to explain what this place is and help you find your way around if you like. First, you must have some breakfast with me.” I asked her what happened to Harry as I gently guided her across the room. I wanted to hear her story, but I also needed to eat. She was obviously hungry too. I began to feel very cross with Harry, and was quite sure that he should suffer some consequence for his lack of consideration.
She looked at me, her eyes wide and uncertain. “Everyone here is having sex! I have never seen such goings on before. Is that why you are here too?” I nodded yes, it was pointless denying it. If anything, she looked a little less worried at my frank admission. I patted her on the hand and told her that no one would force her to do anything, and that she could of course leave at any time. I paused for a moment to let her think about it, and then asked her if she wanted to eat with me. She answered by striding purposefully towards the breakfast counter. I pointed to show her I was going to the toilet first.
When I got back she had already started piling up two trays with different juices, cereals, and soy milk. Like me, she wanted a huge freshly made coffee from the automatic espresso machine. We were both in a hurry to eat and I was happy with her choice of healthy convenient foods, rather than dithering with a more lavish meal. I was beginning to feel tired, and apologised for not being very good company, and for her morning not being what she might have expected. She smiled and said she was grateful for my assistance and concern.
We sat at a table and ate in silence for a little while. The coffee was good and strong and long. I wolfed down a huge bowl of muesli topped with creamy smooth Greek-style yoghurt. It was a happy coincidence. I got up and got myself another coffee, a strong short black. After I had sat down again I began to wonder if I would have the energy to resume my half-forgotten quest for the pleasure of another hard cock this morning. I must have sighed or something because Melita looked at me and apologised for interrupting my plans. I shushed her and told her that my own plans for the morning could wait, and that I would soon be going to bed after a long night of working. She blushed furiously, and I realised that she thought I was a prostitute, who had just finished her sex work for the night. I shook my head, trying to convey that she hadn’t quite understood my circumstances. But where to begin with explaining? I told her I had finished my nursing hospital night shift and asked her how she had got here.
She sighed, sipped on her coffee and told me how Harry had brought her to this room only to be called away to some kind of medical emergency. It seemed she had only met him the night before, dancing at the Conga Room in Smith Street Fitzroy, and they had agreed to meet for breakfast at a place he knew. Well I could see why he was interested, and brought her to our establishment. She was beautiful, and obviously close to flowering. I told her that I would find Harry for her, but that she might like to consider all her options. She blushed cutely.
Before anything else, she deserved an overview of our club, and the chance to get answers to the flood of questions I knew would follow. But I was tired, and I had not forgotten what I wanted before I retired to sleep upstairs. Harry would have to handle this. I explained that I would love to catch up with her another time, but that I would have to get a staff member to assist her. I noticed that she wasn’t running out the door, and that by the time we had finished eating she seemed to have relaxed into an intrigued wait-and-see attitude. Good, I thought. I will be seeing you again.
Back at the console I touched the icon for summoning a staff member and waited with her. Before long a handsome young man in the club uniform was asking Melita how he could help her. I could see that being in the Laundromat for an hour or so had already begun to have an effect on her. She was flicking her hair back and flirting with him. Good for you I thought; but, the staff were off limits, or they would never get any work done. A little to my surprise, as I went to leave her, she rushed over to me and gave me a big wet kiss on the cheek and asked me if she would see me again. I nodded yes, and kissed her back on both cheeks, before striding out the door. Clearly, with a little more induction, she was going to fit right in.