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More of a man

Jenna and Greg were a highly sexual pair. They played and experimented together, and often in their tanglings, they would taunt one another with whispered depraved fantasies to add the spice that sent them both careening over almost every gushing edge. And from their recent dirtier dialogues, it was clear to Jenna that Greg was longing and so very ready to try some playtime with his own sex, as long as his Jenna girl was with him at every naked turn. But his constant hesitation was about other peoples’ opinions, taking his experimentation, and slapping him with a permanent label. He worried about how his business might be impacted if word got out, but Jenna knew that his concern was mostly in his mind. "It makes you more of a man to me, babe", she would say. "I know, but not everyone sees it that way", was his oft-heard replied. Then came the shining answer, the day that Jenna saw him rubbing his pretty big erection through his boxers at some gloryhole pics, as he surfed through his online visual smut world - something they often shared with one another to incite further sexual combustion. She stood quietly, eyeing him and the lusciously perverted photos. It spun her brain about to the point where, even her own fingers were dipping into her dampening, hungry slit at what was brewing in her head. The only words she spoke to him, when they saw the pics of a man pressing his girl’s face to the cock in the hole was, “Mmmmm, yessss…” What she wasn’t saying was “I soooo want to ...

... turn the tables and do that to you too, mister!” It’s not that she couldn’t say it. It’s that she had a real life plot thickening in her mind, and suddenly, she decided this could be the perfect fucking surprise gift for his birthday or their anniversary…. or for Christmas - whichever came first. Jenna’s friend Christine, who often hooked her up with the latest masturbation toys, was a sex entrepreneur, among other things. A teacher by day, and an “adult party” organizer by the dark of nights. Jen had been to one of those gatherings before she met Greg, and she knew that some of them had gloryholes. It was time for a secret dirty conference with her naughty friend. "How do you know that the cocks are clean, Chris? You know, disease free?" "Darling Jen, first of all, I often use the same guys. I’ve known them and I’ve even blown them myself, and I’m healthy as can be. I have to protect my business, so they have to get regular tests. I promise, no sex cooties. You can suck and fuck worry-free. The other option is, you can supply the cocks, if you know the ones you’d prefer for you and Greg to play with." "Oh God, no! I mean, I do know of a few I’d dare to invite, but the idea for Greg to get past his worries is for this to be completely anonymous. If he feels safe on that level, he won’t hold back. I know him. And I am dying to see him let loose with this bi-horizon he is perched upon." "Okay Jen, I can get you a half dozen, certified-healthy hot cocks for those holes. I can host ...