Russell beamed. He found Tessa’s G Spot and was still smiling when she came so hard she ejaculated.
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“I thought that was a myth,” Tessa said a minute later, embarrassed by the clear fluid that spurted from her vagina.
“Most women live their life without coming hard enough to squirt. How’d it feel?”
“Like a tsunami. No control. Didn’t want any either.”
Russell gathered Tessa in his arms and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Congratulations. That’s quite an accomplishment.”
“Your accomplishment,” Tessa said, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“I’ve a fabulous skill set, if I say so myself.” He grinned. “Work with your man. With practice, he’ll be able to do the same.”
Russell got up. “I’m going to clean myself up a little, then I’m going to go get some fresh wine.” He winked. “Freshen yourself up while I’m gone. Remember to rip off that lace. I want to see those nipples like headlights on a ’57 Chevy.”
“Yes sir.”
“And don’t forget to put the lipstick on. I’m looking forward to seeing it on my big, hard cock.”
“I’ll be ready.”
Russell put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door and left. Tessa heard him whistling as he headed to the elevator.
She wasn’t sure she’d have time for a shower, so Tessa washed between her legs with a warm, wet washcloth. Russell had removed her butt plug earlier and walked her through the proper way to clean and sanitize it. Now, Tessa washed her anus. It wasn’t sore at all, and she smiled with the memory of such fullness, thanks to her little plug with training wheels. Who’d have guessed?
Initially, Tessa thought sexual role games, fantasy play, scenarios--whatever you wanted to call them, were silly. But the idea grew on her as Russell explained them. One of the biggest problems she and Mark had was a sex life so bland it had no life, hence his need to enjoy more flavorful sex with other women. Tessa was determined not to make that same mistake again, and not just for her guy, but for herself as well. If role playing added flavor to a relationship, she sure as hell was going to learn how to sprinkle on some spice.
“But how?” she said out loud, as she tugged the black peek-a-boo lace from the top of her bra. With the lace off, her nipples were completely exposed. “Like headlights on a ’57 Chevy,” she said, thinking of Russell. Her bra, her exposed nipples, and the black garter and stockings were a start. But something was missing.
“My fuck-me shoes!” Tessa said, trotting to the bed where the shiny red high heels lay abandoned. She put them on, and slipped around inside them. As long as she didn’t walk fast, they were steady enough.
The first time Mark had talked dirty to her was on her honeymoon night. It terrified her. He tried again, now and then, during their first year of marriage but he stopped when dirty words turned Tessa even colder. “I’m going to change that,” she said to her reflection in the mirror. “Give what you can and get what you need.”
Still looking in the mirror, she tried on a few phrases.
“I want your dick!”
It reminded her of the old recruitment slogan, even if she wasn’t Uncle Sam, and it had the added benefit of sounding moronic.