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JULIA
It was absurd, wasn't it? What an idea; to voluntarily submit myself to the sexual whims of Scott for three weeks. I started to read again, but I couldn't concentrate on the words in front of me. Three weeks wasn't that long. It would be a chance to experience some of what I'd read about and fantasized about for years. And Scott did love me and wouldn't do anything to harm me. Speaking of pussy melting, I could feel myself become wet as I sat here thinking about it, becoming Scott's sexual plaything for three weeks. I'm sure he'd have me doing things I tended to avoid ordinarily, like swallowing when I gave him a blow job, or anal sex, a thing I'd only done once on our fifth anniversary when I was more than a little drunk. Still it was only three weeks. How bad could it get?
God, I had to go into the bedroom and masturbate after twenty minutes, unable to think about anything else. I quickly frigged myself to two orgasms and rather tasty ones at that. There'd have to be some rules, of course. I don't know what he had in mind when he suggested it, but I certainly had my own ideas of what he could get away with. Just thinking about the rules I had to cum again. Come on, Julia. Put it out of your head. You don't have to decide right now. Let logic dictate your actions. Think about it for awhile, come up with some rules, negotiate. After you establish some rules, think about it some more. There's no rush. I wondered what he had in mind. Could this take our already good sex life and send it to another level? Fuck! I had to cum again. Calm down. Breathe.
I finally got enough control over myself to make supper. I didn't say anything to Scott. It was still too early; but we had great sex later that night. It wasn't an earthquake, but maybe the precursor tremors or aftershocks.
The following day, my very good friend and neighbor, Lisa McManus, came over to see me. She and her husband, Jack, had divorced about a year ago. Lisa said that they had just grown apart, having sex less and less as time went on. Jack eventually had an affair leading to their divorce. I had no idea why they stopped having sex. Lisa was cute as a bug, around 5-7 tall, pale skin, dark hair, great figure. Why Jack stopped having sex with her was a mystery to both Scott and I. It's not as if Jack wasn't a bit of a stud muffin either. He wasn't quite as tall as Scott, but he was a pretty tight package. There was no accounting for taste I guess. The woman Jack was with now was half the woman Lisa was, though she was five years younger. Lisa had been hit on a number of times since her divorce and she'd had a couple of brief flings, but nothing stuck, so she was unencumbered. Neither of us had to work, so we spent a lot of time together. Lisa was thirty-five, I was thirty-one and Scott was eighteen months older than I was.
I told Lisa what Scott suggested to me; that I could experience what it was like to be a sex slave for three weeks to see if the dreams nourished by my books was close to the reality.
"Sounds sexy," Lisa said. "Are you going to do it?"
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