"I'm just beginning to think it will never happen," Kara said. "We've been dating over three years, living together for one, and every time I bring it up he says something like 'Let's be sure it's right for us' or 'What's wrong with the way things are?' I
really
love him and don't want to lose him but if we're never going to get married then what's the point?"
Kara was speaking with a few friends from her college "sorority", as they called it, though it had really been more like a low-rent coop rooming house. Some of the former members who ranged from their early 20s to near 50, gathered for lunch every six months. The "sorority" had been purchased for dirt cheap in 1934, and rooms were rented to students at the city's leading university: Usually those who couldn't afford the far more expensive housing near campus or in the "cool" fraternities and sororities. Most of the members of
this
"sorority" came from underprivileged backgrounds, and all had worked hard for what they achieved. The group at Kara's table had mixed lifestyles. Since graduation, Kara had been working as a computer programmer at the insurance company where she met Andrew. Sharon was happily married with two teenage kids. Christa had already been married and divorced twice (cheating prolifically during her marriages), and seemed always on the prowl for a wealthier and more prestigious boyfriend or husband. Then there was Belinda. As an undergraduate finance major she had supported herself as a dominatrix at a "house" that provided the service to usually wealthy clientele. With the income provided she was able to pay her way through undergraduate school and then a Masters in Psychology. Due largely to her work with people, her interests had changed and she was now working on a doctorate in psych.
"How's your sex life?" asked Christa. While Kara had always thought very poorly of Christa's constant infidelity and running around, Christa had undoubtedly had more "normal" sexual liaisons than anyone she knew.
"I think it's great," said Kara. "I love having Andrew on top of me, and he's ready any time I am. He wants it way more than I do, and sometimes wants wacky things, but I've been able to make him behave so far."
"Behave how?" asked Belinda.
"Oh, he kept pressuring me to use my mouth; you know, 'give head'. I tried it once or twice but I just don't like it, and finally after I said no enough he stopped asking. And he wants to have sex all the time, like every day, when once a week should be enough for anyone," Kara said.
"Wow", said Christa. "I'm amazed he's stayed with you this long. Don't you know ALL guys want you to suck them off, let them cum in your mouth, and have you swallow it? It's like 'Guy Getting 101'. A basic skill!! Me and all my girlfriends knew that by sixth grade! We put a lot of work into finding out how to give the best head to make no guy want to leave you so it wouldn't stop."
"Well, I don't like it," said Kara hotly, "and I could NEVER let a guy go in my mouth, much less swallow it!!"
"So he wants it a LOT more than you do, and wants you to go down on him," said Belinda. "Anything else?"
"Yeah," said Kara reluctantly, and with some embarrassment. "He sometimes tries to kiss me in weird places, like my asshole. Once he wanted to lie on the floor and have me rub my shoes on his cock to make him spurt. Another time he wanted me to put my finger in his ass and rub him off. We played Fifty Shades a few times. He tied me up, and then fucked me. After he came he actually went like he was going to lick my pussy with all his cum in it, but then didn't. He put his tongue on my asshole, but I clinched my cheeks together to stop him. Then he screwed me again, even though any normal person would have been ready to stop. Since then he's tried to stick his tongue in my asshole a few more times. How could anyone want to do that?"
"You know, my parents married right after high school and I think they were always faithful," said Sharon. "I remember my mother telling me her mother told her that if a woman wanted a happy marriage, she would see to it that her husband got whatever sex he wanted, or else he'd just be off getting it somewhere else. And she told me that sometimes men wanted
really
weird stuff, and if they couldn't tell their wives and get it home, there'd be some woman to listen and give it to them elsewhere. She did say that if a guy wanted something you just couldn't do, you should find something close or a substitute that would satisfy him that you
could
do, and then work at finding the best way to do it for him, and be happy you could. I don't feel disrespected when my husband tells me something he's thought about or wants, I feel
respected
that I'm the one he's telling, and I do my best to give it to him the way that's best for him because I want to keep being the one he tells. Of course, he wants to be the one I tell my secrets, so I also get whatever I want," she finished with a mysterious smile.
"Sharon's right," said Belinda. "Stuff with boots, getting fucked with a finger or even vibrators or dildos, like the ones you strap onto you with a belt to have your own cock, and licking you in "dirty" places is par for the course. In my business it's completely normal. I don't allow clients to kiss or touch my pussy or anus, and always have protective shorts on, but even then I can usually find a way to satisfy a guy who's nuts about worshiping my ass or pussy. You wouldn't believe the nice guys who'd much rather their wives do what they do with me, but the wives won't do it. It costs $200 for the hour to see me, and there's usually a $50 tip. $100 goes to the house, so I'm getting $150 for an hour, to let a guy jerk off on my pants-covered ass, or boots, or a maybe a strapon dildo I use to fuck him. I find out what a guy wants at the start of a session. Sometimes they tell me they want me to make them eat their jizz after they cum. Once they cum they never want to eat it any more at all, but if they've even hinted at it I don't give them a choice: I