A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

... possibility of doing it?"

"I'm not thinking at all, I'm afraid," I responded, "just reacting like a bitch in heat."

"Hmmm," Mark said, "Not the normal you, but I sorta like the sound of that. Maybe not every day at home, but here in Vegas, on our vacation, I kinda like the sound of that. Maybe it's the heat. I need to bring you out of the icebox more often."

"I bet you wouldn't like it if you knew what I was thinking," I responded sharply.

"I might surprise you," he said wistfully. "Why don't you tell me all the naughty little things that are rolling through your mind?"

"Really?" I challenged. "I can't do that here! What would you like me to do? Saunter over there and hand myself to him on a platter? Invite him up to the room? Embarrass myself that way in front of his wife or...whatever she is?"

"Of course not," Mark replied. "But if you were willing to admit to what seems apparent--namely that you want him, and perhaps much more than just him--you'd also recognize that there is a perfectly viable avenue for that to happen."

After a long pause I said, "AJ Productions," the words catching in my throat.

"AJ Productions," Mark repeated.

"I'm not going to do that!" I insisted loudly. "I'm not about to have my face spread across the entire country in smarmy arcades like the one we were in today just for a moment's pleasure, no matter how much I might like..." I began, before pulling up short, embarrassed at the direction that sentence and my mind were ...

... headed.

"No matter how much you might like to have Ty and his buddies take turns with you," Mark said, completing the sentence for me.

"That's silly Mark!" I rebuffed, sounding even to myself like a woman drowning in her own bullshit.

Mark just smiled.

I said nothing more because quite frankly, there was nothing I could say.

Because, I realized, Mark was dead right. My pussy was sopping wet just an hour after having several hard orgasms and without being touched, my pulse was up, my breath was ragged, and not from exertion. I felt Ty's eyes on me as if I were the prey, and he the predator.

"Why are you pushing this?" I asked, my words weak and false even to me.

"I'm not, I'm just explaining options," he replied, "and, to be perfectly blunt, because before this week you and I were sexually dead and had been for at least ten years. We've let our duties—to the girls, to our work, to the church, to our friends, all of them, erode our sex life completely. Even when we do have sex, we've shown one another no more imagination or interest than if we were taking out the trash—just another chore to mark off the list.

This week, for the first time in years you think our comfortable world is under attack, or perhaps you worried, needlessly I might add, that I was considering taking a lover. What do you do? You come out swinging. And, though I didn't cause it, it made me feel valued as a man for the first time in a long time.

But to repeat, I'm not pushing this at ...