Marcy's Playground 3 by loyalsock
Date: 6/15/2016,
Categories:
First Time
Author: loyalsock
... thought only gay guys had anal sex," I said. They all cracked up. "Why?" Evan asked. "Why what?" I asked. "Why did you think that?" "Well...well...ah...you know...ah...I thought that if there was a you know, 'down there' to put it in, that's where straight couples put it." "God Evan, she's adorable," Jean-Luc said. "Share." Evan shrugged. "It's up to her." What? My eyes bounced from one guy to another and back like I was watching a professional ping-pong game on super speed. I thought back to Zen Sushi, 'But you get it, right?' Ut-oh. I had a stomach tightening, heart-stopping worry that I had an inkling. Jean-Luc stared at me, giving me serious bedroom eyes. "Most women are a little trepidatious to try back door activities." "That IS what you meant by back door!" They all cracked up. Jean-Luc continued, "But once they try, most women really, really like it, maybe love it, and don't want to give it up. Some just occasionally as a treat, or some as often as they can get it. Which one are you going to be?" I stiffened up. For a second I stopped breathing. Oh my God, what now? "But not all women like it," Heather said. I twisted around to look at her. "Do you like it?" "Not so much." I looked over at Evan. "That's why you go, isn't it?" Suddenly the insight was as clear as a lights flicked on in a dark room. "You go to get that one thing you really like that ...
... she doesn't." Evan nodded. I turned to look at Heather. "And you let him go because you love him, but not that." Heather nodded. "As long as I know what he's doing and where, to me it's not cheating because it's not behind my back. I don't want him to leave me, or be only 95% satisfied with me, because there's something he really likes but can't have. And I really don't like it enough to want to do it. To me it just sort of feels like having a big poop in there that I wish was out." "Eeew." "But most people don't feel that way. And I love Evan. If there are people who can make him happy with this one thing, and a place he can go and have it, then I want him to." I looked from Heather to Evan and back. She was looking at him with love. "I...ah...guess I can understand that." "Hey, it works for us. Emotionally he's all mine." "Okay," I said drawing the word out. "I'm still sort of trying to wrap my head around this, but I think I get it." I looked at Jean-Luc. "What's your excuse?" "I'm freaky," he said. I stared at him. He smiled a killer smile. "Yeah," Heather said. "Watch out for him. Don't let that polished veneer and good looks fool you. He'll eat you alive." "That's what I'm hoping for," Jean-Luc said. "Anyway," Heather said, ignoring him, "I knew you didn't have a lot of experience, I mean Evan said he wanted us to help you out, telling you or showing you ...