"What do you mean, 'Give him the stiffy test'?"

"You really don't know? You can find out if he likes something by seeing if it makes him hard when you do something or talk to him about something. For example, if you hold his cock, not stroke it, just hold it, and suck his nipples, his cock will tell you if he likes that."

"I don't think that will work with Dan. If I even touch his cock it gets hard."

"That happens with a lot of men, but it passes. If you hold it until it goes soft again, then you can start the test."

"Well, that seems easy enough, but what to you mean about talking to him?"

"If you want to know whether it would turn him on to do something, you get him to think about it. You can do it while you pillow talk. For example, if you hold his cock, or even just steal glimpses of it and say something like, 'I think you need a spanking,' his mouth might tell you that he wouldn't want that, but if the idea excites him, you'll know it. If you try it several times and it works every time, that's pretty good proof. There's a dangerous side to this though. You're taking advantage of a vulnerability. You have to be real careful not to learn something you don't want to know."

"What? What to you mean by that?"

"Well, we all have three lives; our public life, our private life, and our fantasy life. You can learn about his fantasy life and it might be better not to. For example, if you don't want to know if he fantasizes about dressing in women's clothing, don't talk about dressing him in women's clothing while you're holding his dick. You might feel a pulse or two from any guy as he mulls it over, but if he gets hard, and you don't want him to, then maybe you should have kept your mouth shut. Every man... and every woman, too, has secret fantasies, just like you had about Kyra."

"And this stiffy test is reliable?"

"It's not a hundred percent, but you can follow up on what you learn. It's something the black card pros do. They report to me or my other drivers when we drive for them. The next pro that visits the guy might be able to verify the test. If three pros get the same result, we rate that as reliable."

"I've heard about pros before. I thought it just meant prostitutes."

"Close enough in many cases. There are quite a few among the black card sisters who make a living off the NQA money from other sisters. And many of the pros have tan or blue cards. Their husbands don't seem to mind pimping them out. But we get more from the pros when they're also data miners.

"Kyra understood the basics when she told you about carrots and sticks, rewards and punishments. The pros learn and record which rewards and punishments motivate a man, and share that knowledge with sisters who can exploit it for our benefit. This can help us increase our hold on the men, and protect ourselves from any problems. If there's anything we think their wife really should know to protect their marriage or their children, we tell them."

"So, you've gathered data on Dan?"

"Probably. You haven't sent any pros to him, but husbands sometimes tell things to their mistresses and gifts that they don't tell their wives. Dan may have told secrets to Deirdre and she may have recorded them."

"Um, my husband doesn't like to dress in women's clothes, does he?"

"If the truth was yes, would you want me to tell you?"

"I don't know. I would still love him, but I don't know if I could respect him as a man."

"Well, I don't know the answer to that question. Mistresses don't report to drivers. They directly enter data on their clients. If Deirdre knows, she should have put it in the database."

"Can I get a look at this database?"

"Do you have a need to know?"

"No, I guess not."

"Be careful what you test for. Nobody is perfect. Would you want him to know your most deviant fantasies? Would you even want him to read your stories?"

"Point taken, Beth."

Over the next few weeks, I read the stories of other authors. I use them to imagine tests for Dan. With careful planning and attention, I believe I could plumb the depths of his most hidden desires, but I'm not sure I want to. Does he have any of the quirks that I have read about? He sometimes seems like a Dom, but other times, he seems submissive. I know he tries very hard to please me, but is that just him being a good man? Or is that evidence that he wants to be dominated?

"In a way, I had already tested him by giving sisters to him for an evening, and they had rated him highly as a lover, but I'm not really sure what that means. A gift might have a different view of what makes someone a good lover. When I was a gift, I wanted the men to be easy to please. Dan is easy to please. Touch his cock and he's happy. But what other things would be carrots or sticks?

I become obsessed with the possibility that his mistress now knows my husband better than I do. Does he spank her? Does she spank him? Does she dress him in women's clothing? Does she dominate him? Does she fuck him in the ass? Does she make him drink her pee?

And then there are the questions that she may not have sought answers for, questions about his relationship with me. I learned some terms I hadn't known. I am technically a cuckquean, because he has sex with other women, with my knowledge and consent. But he is also a cuckold, because I do the same with other men. Does he secretly take pleasure in that? Is he humiliated by it and aroused by that humiliation?

I make a point to read stories about cuckolding and humiliating men. I know that they are probably mostly fantasy, but does he have similar fantasies? Does he want me to dominate him? Does he want me to make him wear my panties? Does he want me to lock his cock in a chastity cage. Does he want to lick my lover's cum from my pussy? Does he want me to fuck him in the ass? Does he want me to make him clean the sex mess from my lovers' cocks, or suck their cocks until they come in his mouth? Does he secretly want their cocks up his ass? Would he do any of those if I wanted him to? Could I compel him to do those? Would I want to?

I had always been careful to clean up after having sex with other men. I was always away 'on sisterhood business' for the entire night, which gave me the opportunity to wash my other men off me and an excuse for returning in different clothes than I was wearing when I left. I'm sure he suspected that I was having sex when I came back with fresh sexual memories swimming in my head, but I tried to make sure there was no overt evidence of my other lovers. So Dan never tasted fresh cum from another man in me. I always removed whatever makeup the sister requested that I wear, and I always showered. I usually didn't even have sex with him for a day or so after my travels. He seemed to sense that I was holding back, letting desire for him build to make our sex life better.

Dan had been seeing Deidre about once a week for a while, but he went to the gym afterward, had a workout, and showered there, so I never smelled or tasted anything of her on him, not that I would have minded. But since I had wondered about him as a cuckold, I wondered whether I could bring myself to clean his cock after he had fucked her or whether I would lick his cum from her pussy. Kyra had licked my pussy after Benedict filled it with cum. It seemed to have some special significance for her. Would I do that? Would I lick his mistress while he fucked me?

I felt that I would lose respect for Dan if I learned that he had 'unmanly' fantasies. But considering everything I had done since joining the sisterhood, I didn't think I would pass the equivalent same smell test. Wouldn't that be a double standard?

For perhaps the first time, I really wondered about his life growing up in a house with so many sisters and no brothers. He was an altar boy and I remember how we teased the altar boys in my town about wearing dresses. Like me, he was raised Catholic and schooled by nuns and other Catholics, and went to a segregated single-gender high school. It was one of the things we had in common that attracted me to him.

Shouldn't I be forgiving of any warping that may have resulted?

The prospect of testing him was just so intriguing that I couldn't stop thinking about it, but I decided that I should take it slowly and only test for what might strengthen our marriage, not for what might further damage my opinion of him. But strengthening our marriage would mean discovering things that I wanted to discover. That meant searching my soul for what those things might be. That is I how I came to be prepared for a night of getting to know myself, in the privacy of a hotel room, while on a business trip for several days.

I begin by caressing my nipples as I stand naked, looking into the mirror. I then sit carefully down on the new lubed plug that I've left on the nightstand beside the bed. It's one step larger than the small one that Claire gave it to me when she introduced me to anal sex. I walk around a bit, feeling my ass adjust to it. I walk over to the bed, lie down, and clip a plastic clothespin to my left nipple.

I touch my heels together and pull my knees up to just the right angle. I part them wide open until my legs lay flat on the bed and give me that exquisite stretch of the thigh tendons in my crotch. I'm sure that my vibrator makes a pleasant humming sound as I bring it to my clit, but I can't hear it because my new favorite fuck music, the recording of drums that I first heard in Kyra's dungeon, is coming through my earbuds. My fantasies start.

I'm licking my husband's cock as it begins to shrink after coming in Deirdre's pussy.

I dip the vibrator into my pussy, pull it up to my mouth, and taste my pussy juice on the tip.

I like the taste.

"Clean her cunt, whore."

"Yes, Sir."

My pussy is wet already, so I dip two fingers in and rub my nectar all over my face, saturating it with my scent.

She squats over me as I lie naked on the hard coffee table in her living room. She rubs her pussy all over my face as his cum spills out. I lick in whatever my tongue can reach and swallow much of it, but my faces glistens.

Mmmm. This is working for me. Time to switch.

Dan is lying on his back in a pair of my pink panties, his hard cock sticking out of the lacy top. He looks ridiculous. Not at all sexy. I squat over him as Gabe's come drains out of me into his waiting mouth.

That's not really working for me. I don't think it would bother me if he licked his own cum from me, but another man's? No.

"Clean his cock, cucky."

Dan holds his hands behind his back as he's on his knees, bobbing on the end of Gabes big cock.

No, that's not working either. I'm cooling off. Better switch again.

I'm licking her as Dan fucks me doggy style.

"What a good little slut you are. Isn't she Dee?"

"She sure is doing a good job on my pussy. I'm clean as whistle and getting ready to sound off."

"I told you she was a fuckin' whore."

Yup, that's working again I can feel myself getting close to coming. One more thing to try.

Dan's pink panties are down around his knees and Gabe prepares to skewer him doggy style. He pulls the butt plug out and pushes the head of his cock in. Dan groans as more and more of it slowly goes in until...

Definitely not working. I want Gabe's cock slowly going into me. Yup, that's it.

I'm between Dan and Gabe. Gabe's in my pussy and Dan's in my ass. I'm licking Deirdre's pussy as she squeezes hard on my nipples.

The clamp on my left nipple and my hand on my right nipple are doing the job. I shove a large plug into my pussy and turn it on. I return the vibrator to my clit.

I'm full of cock and have cum and pussy juice all over my face. Gabe's fucking me hard as Dan supports me, his hard cock pinning me for Gabe to thrust against. Deirdre's grinding her pussy on my face. I sense that they are getting close, but I beat them to it. I come and come and come as my body is jostled on their cocks and cunt. They fill me and bathe me in their emissions.

Well, I guess I got my answer. I'm the freshly gangbanged cumslut in my fantasy. I didn't expect that, but it feels right. I sometimes have a slightly dominant side, but I like to be the center of attention and my submissive side is stronger. I'm left wondering what to test Dan for, but I want him to know how much I love him. I check the clock. The twins should be in bed by now. I want to hear his voice, so I call.

"Hello."

"I love you, Dan."

"Cathy? Hi. I love you, too."

It's the standard answer.

"Dan, I mean I really love you. I'm just... hoping you know that."

"Is there something wrong, Honey?"

"Nope, nothing wrong. Just the opposite. I'm just feeling really good right now."

"What are you wearing?"

"Ha. Nothing at all. I just got done giving myself a good time."

"Oh darn, I was hoping you were going to tell me a bedtime story."

"I would love to, sweetie. Take a minute to get ready and I'll think of one."

I'm not prepared for this but I start to spin a story in my head. I base it on a fantasy I've been having for a very long time.

"Okay, I'm ready."

"Are you hard yet?"

"Just a little."

"Okay. We're going out for dinner and you tell me that you want to see me in my shortest little black dress."

"Mmmm, I like the way this story starts."

"Shhh. Just before we go out the door, you drop to your knees and pull my panties down. I ask you, 'What's up?', and you say, 'Sluts have no need for panties.'"

"I do? Wow."

"Shhh. We get to the restaurant, Pierre's, and you ask for a booth in the back. We're seated where nobody else can see us, but after we order, another couple, a handsome man and a beautiful woman are seated in the booth across from us. I make eye contact with the woman and she smiles. I smile back.

"You notice that she's looking at me and you order me to hike my dress up a little."

"I do? You can get arrested for that."

"I know. That's why we're never going to risk it in real life. But tell me you aren't hard already."

"So hard it hurts."

"Have you been stroking it?"

"I haven't had to. This is good."

"All throughout dinner, you tell me to hike it up a little more and a little more, until I eventually can look down in my lap and see my freshly shaved pussy."

"Oh, wow."

"The woman is getting an eyeful, but her date is completely oblivious. She catches my eye, licks her lips, smiles, and sends me a little smooch."

"Oh, yes, this is getting really good."

"You order me to unzip your trousers and take your cock out. I do that and she looks very interested. You put your hand on my pussy and start to play with me. 'Stroke me', you command and I obey. The woman slips her hand up her skirt and starts rubbing herself through her panties. She says something to the man and he looks over and sees my bare pussy."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Dan, did you just come?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"Don't be sorry, this was fun. If you want, you can call me back when you recover and I'll finish the story."

"I've got to get up awfully early tomorrow. How about you pick up where you left off, tomorrow night? If you go back to the beginning, we might never reach the end."

"Maybe we should hold off until I get home. I'll wear the dress when we go to Pierre's. We'll pick a couple we like and commit them to memory. Then I'll tell you at home what I imagined we did with them."

"Oh, wow. I really, really love you, Cathy."

We say goodnight and hang up. I mull over what just happened. He came right when I said that the guy saw my pussy. Coincidence? Maybe. He got closer when I said that the woman was seeing his cock. I was surprised he didn't come sooner. I hadn't really intended to test him, but as I went back over his reactions, I think I learned some good stuff about him. I think about how to continue the story.