As you'll see in Chapter Eight, David makes a rookie mistake in his relationships. Watch how it unfolds. He does better figuring out what he can do to make Krista a happier woman and a better lover.
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I experienced a momentary feeling of panic. Somehow, Mary knew I'd had sex with Mariana. Was I in big trouble? How big? I would find out.
"How . . . how did you know?" I asked.
"It wasn't very difficult," Mary said. "Your cock tastes like pussy. And not my pussy. Was she a good lover? Did she satisfy you?"
There was something odd about the tone of Mary's voice. She didn't sound angry.
"You aren't upset?" I asked.
"Of course I'm not upset. We just discussed this. I have no problem with you having sex with any woman you want. If you can come home and satisfy me the way you just did, everything will be just fine. Did you think I'd be upset?"
"I didn't know how you'd feel. That's why I didn't mention it before. Mary, I've never been in an open relationship before. I don't know how to navigate these waters. I figured that it would be rude for me to act in a way that let you know I'd had sex with someone else. I was following a don't ask-don't tell policy to protect your feelings. I'm ashamed of the way you found out. I feel like a jerk."
"That's very gallant, David, but it's not the way I want it. I'd rather know all about your girlfriends. They are going to play important roles in your life. I want to know who they are. What they're like. Why you like them. Everything. Don't shut me out. Don't keep secrets. Unless some woman says she felt it would be an invasion of her privacy, I want to know everything."
"This is . . . unexpected," I said.
"Well, it's nice that I can still surprise you. I was beginning to think you knew everything there is to know about me."
"You really want to hear about that?"
Mary turned over so she could look me in the eye. "I don't think I should have to repeat myself. Spill the beans, buster."
"Ok. I guess."
And that's when I told Mary I had two new girlfriends, not just one. I told her all about Krista. It turned out that Mary knew who she was. Krista worked for the news station Mary watched most, and she'd seen her report stories. She was pleased because Krista was a minor celebrity; there's nothing Mary likes more than celebrities.
She thought Mariana sounded nice. I told her all about Mariana's career and background, but I withheld the information about her astonishing aptitude for multiple orgasms. That seemed like too much information. Mary was genuinely interested in what I had to say. But she worried about one thing.
"There's a chance one of these women is afraid that you aren't telling the truth about being in an open relationship," she said. "Women are constantly approached by married men who claim to be single. It can be heartbreaking. A girl can't be too careful."
Looking thoughtful, she said "Give me your cell phone." She turned on the camera, switched it to record video, then looked straight into the lens.
"Hi, my name is Mary. I am David's girlfriend. If you are seeing this video, it's because you are romantically involved with my marvelous man. If you are wondering if it's true that he's in an open relationship, allow me to reassure you. I completely approve. David is a very nice man and a wonderful lover, and I think it would be petty of me to deny other women the right to spend time with him. While we're on the topic, I would love to meet you. If you're involved with David, we have that in common. Let him know when we can get together. I'll bet I can tell you some spicy little stories you'd love to hear. Bye."
She shut off the camera and handed me that phone. "That should spare your other women from worrying about nothing," Mary said.
I felt like a character in a romance novel. I'd heard about people in open relationships, but I'd never expected anything like that to happen to me. I'd always been searching for a woman I liked enough to ask for an exclusive relationship. Mary's attitude just provided more proof that there is still a lot that I don't know about women. I hoped to learn more. Soon.
The next several weeks had me dividing my time between Mary, my research, Mary, Krista, Mary, Mariana, and Mary. It was blissful. I always derived an adolescent joy whenever I had sex with more than one woman in a single day. It was fun because I felt like I was getting away with something. I liked it so much that I figured out ways to arrange my schedule so I could make love to Mary in the morning, see Krista around lunch, have sex with Mariana in the afternoon, then make love to Mary again in the evening. I admit that it was a bit juvenile, but that's partly why I liked it.
The nicest thing about making love to lots of women is that they are all different. They act different. Smell different. Taste different. Get excited in different ways about different things. The longer this went on, the more I noticed that Krista was a wonderful girl who happened to be a bit inhibited about sex. Oh, she loved it when I was on top of her, working to bring her to a nice orgasm that never failed to arrive. But she didn't like touching my cock with her hand. When she sucked my cock, it was clear she was only doing it for my benefit; she got no pleasure from it herself. She was reluctant to let me cum in her mouth, and she always spit it out instead of swallowing afterward.
She was a delightful young woman who never failed to please me, but I began to think I wasn't doing enough for her. It seemed likely that I could cure her of her inhibitions with the sonic stimulator. Consider how much it helped Mary. She'd transformed from a frigid cockteaser who'd never had an orgasm into a sexy, sensual woman who enjoyed every kind of sex and who now had orgasms that register on earthquake monitors. It would take a lot less to unleash Krista's inner sexuality.
By now, you know how this is done, so I won't go into all the details. As always, I told Krista that she loved sex, loved blowjobs, loved swallowing, loved anal, loved oral, loved the taste of my cum, loved bondage, loved facials, and on and on and on and on. I actually got a book about human sexuality to compile a list of things people enjoy. I didn't encourage her to find pleasure in sniffing dirty feet or watching people urinate, but I made sure she would be able to enjoy all the things that provide pleasure to most healthy adults.
The next time we made love was a revelation.
Krista looked radiant from the moment I began easing her out of her clothes. She'd always looked a bit uneasy when I'd tried to tease her by stripping her slowly. This time she gave herself over to the pleasure of letting me expose one part of her body after another.
She'd always been a fan of French kissing. It was one thing that let me know there was a sexy beast trapped inside her, just waiting for me to open the cage. I ran my hand up and down her neck and caressed her breasts as we kissed. It made her even more excited than in the past.