When you isolate your ability to talk or even share what you desire with the one you are supposed to be able to, where do you turn? Who can you talk to? We all need an outlet. Mine just happened to cost me everything.
It started with my sister's engagement party. I was delighted to see her so happy, and we all went out, had a fine meal and just relaxed.. But you know how it is when twelve of us girls get together with a few drinks. The talk soon turns naughty, and who knows what anyone's going to say. We ran through the hot topics of the day - from whose husband has the biggest package to which of us has had erotic thoughts about other women.
I wasn't blessed with a well endowed husband, though he was the only guy I'd ever had, so it's not like I was comparing. ,. As far as adventure, well , where I grew up sex was something you did in the dark, under the sheets, in the privacy of your own bed. So when the girls started carrying on about sucking on their husbands and about how and what it tastes like, I didn't truly know what to say or think. Honestly? I felt a disturbing mix of revulsion and curiousity.
So I tried talking to my husband. We had what I assumed was a normal sex life, but after the first year the fires had most definitely simmered down, and after four years we'd reached the point where sex on the couch was as adventurous as we got.... One night, as we were in bed kissing. I tried to kiss my way down to give my first oral experience. He stopped me after I got to his navel telling me that it was against what God deemed appropriate.
I felt like he'd just slapped me down and a variety of mixed feelings engulfed me. Being rejected by your spouse always seems to hurt the most. I stopped, he rolled me over and for the first time in my life I didn't make love, I was a toy. Just laying there while he did what he needed. I felt humiliated.
Weeks went by and finally it was time for my sister's bachelorette party. It should be noted at this point, that while I am a devote Christian, she is not. Our lives are so different, and yet we are so similar. We both have nice bodies, although admittedly I am a little more athletic, comparable bust sizes at 34C, and we both have wavy red hair. Being the maid of honor it was my duty to plan her last party before her wedding.
Everything went according to plan for the most part. After dinner, we went to a comedy club and laughed so hard. All twelve of us were having fun, or so I thought. After the show I was about to head for home, when one of the girls piped up that we should be more daring on Sandy's last night of freedom.
I looked at my sister and told her straight out I couldn't. I needed to get home. She gave me that look, and I knew I wasn't going anywhere. I just dropped my head and asked, "What do you ladies have in mind?"
So we ended up at the strip club in town. I know it's a cliché, but it's what happened. Just my luck: it was male amateur night. I stopped at the door and almost went back to my car. I felt like I shouldn't be there. I had just spun around and was about to go, when my sister grabbed my arm.
"Cora, where are you going?" she asked.
"Home. I can't do this. I'm sorry. Really I am. But I just don't feel right about this."
"Cora, you're the only one I want here. It won't be the same without you. Please, I promise it will be ok. I'm right here with you."
I looked at her in the eyes again. We had been through everything together. In fact she is the only person who knew of my marital sex issues. Again I felt my walls drop as I let her lead me into the club. I was so thankful it was dark enough to hide my blushing cheeks as I walked past a nude man.
My head was spinning. Before this I had only seen my husband naked and within 30 seconds of being in this place and I had already seen my second naked man. I crowded closer to Sandy, blushing and giggling in her ear. She reassured me it was going to be ok.
She led me to where the girls were sitting in the two black plush booths. I was quickly handed a beer, which I put down immediately, and placed myself in the middle of the group so that I wasn't able to be pursued by the strippers for "dollar dances". I had no idea what Sandy had meant by that, but I took her word for it. For the next hour a countless parade of guys went to the stage and danced; the girls got obnoxious and we all had fun.
A guy would come up to our booth and ask for dances. Someone gave the first one a few notes and he whisked Sandy away. While she was gone for the second time I asked Reece, one of the bridesmaids, what was happening to Sandy when she disappeared like that? She explained what a private dance was, and asked if I had ever been in a place like this. I sheepishly shook my head, and she giggled.
"Girl ,we have got to get you some experience." Reece laughed, and her white teeth flashed a contrast against her mocha skin. She yelled at one of the strippers, and he came over. She gave him some money and he pulled me away from the group a little and started dancing in front of me. I couldn't concentrate on what was going on in front of me due to my embarrassment. Reece saved me by sliding up next to me.
"Girl, you have to live a little,she whispered. "Kind of like this" and with that she reached out and touched his hard abdomen. I couldn't believe this was going on. She was just fondling a stranger's body. Reece ran her hand all over his abs, then up to his chest. She moved her hand slowly down to his thighs, and then slowly up to the waist band of his g string.
"What you got hiding in there, tiger?" she asked seductively.
"We're really not supposed to disrobe on the floor." He replied in mid gyration.
"Come on, tiger. Just a peek. I promise I won't tell and I'll make it worth your time."
He looked around real quickly, then stepped a little closer. He reached under his package and pulled the g string over far enough to let his manhood fall out. It was far bigger than my husband's and I gasped quietly. Reece heard me and lightly touched him intimately.
"Like what you see, huh?"
"I'm not sure. I haven't seen one this close up before that wasn't my husband's."
