My wrists and ankles were secured to the brass bed. I was blindfolded. Megan’s lips were latched onto my clit like a suction cup. The blood was rushing through my body as she made me come many times over.

She finally let go, looked up at me, and said, “I love how you taste.”

It was hard to believe that just two weeks ago, Megan had never been with a woman. She went from a virtuous, Christian, sexually frustrated wife, and a mother of three youngsters, to a bisexual beast that craves the taste of pussy and needs constant satisfaction.

I pleaded, “Make me come again. You hit it right every time.”

Not only had she discovered her desire for another woman, she also had uncovered a deep-rooted desire to be sadistically controlling. My request was ignored leaving me disappointed like she had been so many times with her husband. Instead, she positioned herself to mount my face. As her body lowered onto me, I could sense the familiar musk. I was helpless as she started to grind into my face, to use me as her personal sex toy.

“That’s right, Darlene, that’s how I like it. Fuck me with your tongue.” I was vulnerable, her bitch, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Two weeks earlier…

Hurricane Helene left me without a place to live. A co-worker, Roger, invited me into his home. He and his family were gracious, sharing a section of their house making me feel comfortable and at ease about my predicament. I quickly discovered that Roger’s kindness toward me didn’t extend to his wife or family. He ignores his children and his selfish need for sex always leaves Megan unsatisfied and discontented.

Shortly after I arrived, when we were alone, she confided in me. As she opened up, it brought back memories of my loveless marriage. My efforts to console her and provide counsel led to an unexpected intimate encounter. It was new and adventurous for her. I didn’t know if this was a one-time rendezvous or if she wanted to explore her sexuality further.

The next day, Sunday, Roger prepared to leave for the week. Like every other week, his departure was around 4 PM. Our boss insisted that I take several weeks off to tend to my house, which was destroyed by the hurricane. I chose to take his advice and stayed behind, not traveling to Tallahassee for the workweek.

By the time Megan fed, bathed, and put the children to bed, it was dark out. I opened a bottle of Chardonnay and had a glass ready for her. We sat across from one another. She looked tired, and I decided to not mention anything about our amorous playtime from the previous afternoon.

She took a sip of wine and blurted out, “Darlene, would you shave me? When I saw how smooth you are, I knew I wanted that.”

It was out of the blue, and I wasn’t expecting that. The thought of shaving her made me tingle. That single intimate request reassured me that this wasn’t just a one-time dabble into a different way of life for her. She was ready for change.

She stood, kicked off her flip-flops, and moved closer to me. When she sat next to me, she leaned into me to kiss me. Her hand touched my breast, and my nipple stiffened with excitement. When our lips met, she instinctively opened her legs to allow me to delve into her body.

The blue jeans and white tank top she was wearing made her look even younger than her thirty-four years. Both were tight and accentuated her figure well. When I look at her, it is hard to believe that she has three children. Her hair is long, natural blond, and curly. She is fit, and at five feet, ten inches tall, she gives the appearance of being an athlete. Her tits are firm, and her nipples are red and puffy, showing through the tank top.

I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down, exposing a black and white tiger-striped silk thong that covered a patch of hair between her legs. She lifted her hips so I could slide the jeans off. The sight of her leaning back made me want her more than ever. It was so sexy, she was soaked with anticipation.

She stood up, holding out her hand. “Come with me.”

Megan and I held hands as we entered the master bathroom. She pulled her thong off, leaving it on the floor. When she started to pull the tank top over her head, I stopped her.

“Please don’t. Leave it on. Something about the way your nipples stand out in that shirt makes you look so sexy. It excites me.”

She left on the cotton shirt. I stood and watched her as she gathered the instruments to groom between her legs. She carried a towel and handed me scissors, shaving cream, and a very sharp, single-blade safety razor, then took me to her bedroom. The room was enormous. Not only did it have a king-size bed, it had a full-size couch and a seventy-five-inch flat-screen TV.

The towel was spread on the bed. She lay on top of it spreading her legs. “Make me pretty. Clean me. I want to look like you.”

The process began with me trimming the light hair close to her skin. Occasionally my fingers would run across her gash, causing her to sigh. Her flow was constant. Once all the longer hair was gone, it was time to apply the cream. I knew this would create a reaction, so I made sure I took some extra time spreading the lather, making sure I didn’t miss a single spot. As I slid the razor around her most sensitive area, I could hear the scraping sound. After several minutes, the procedure was done.

Megan stood and looked at herself in the mirror. “Oh my God, that looks beautiful. I feel so clean.”

I took the towel and wiped the remnants of cream from her body. As I inspected my work, I thought to myself, ‘She looks even younger than before, almost childlike.’ My natural reaction was to run my tongue across the area, a true test to make sure nothing was missed.

As I began, she started to mumble words that couldn’t be made out. She reached out and grabbed the back of her legs and pulled them up. This gave me unimpeded access to satisfy her needs. I buried my tongue deep inside her making her scream with delight.

“Oh God, yes! That feels so good! Don’t stop, make me come!”

Then it happened. Her body stiffened and her back arched. She held her breath, then she cried out, gasping for air.

When she finished, I lifted my head. My face was covered with her explosion. I positioned myself to kiss her, sharing her flavor. She lay there, spent. At this point, I could have done anything I wanted with Megan. She seemed powerless. My tongue was flailing in her mouth, and my right hand started to pinch at her nipple through the shirt. After some time, she began to come back to life.

Our eyes met. “Are you okay?”

The childlike expression on her face was priceless. “Better than okay. Stay here, spend the night in my bed. I don’t want you to leave me.”

She didn’t have to invite me to stay. I had no intention of leaving her. I was still clothed. Megan lay still and watched when I stood to shed my outfit. When my shorts came off, she noticed my excitement, my panties were soaked through and through. She didn’t say anything, though. All this was so new to her, and I didn’t want to scare her. I knew I needed to take my time with her.

Even though this was our second encounter in as many days, we didn’t know one another. I climbed back into the bed and pulled the covers over us.

I wanted to learn more about the woman whose taste I still had in my mouth. “Do you satisfy yourself?”

She looked at me as if she didn’t understand the question. I rephrased my inquiry, “Do you masturbate?”

“Oh! No, not at all. I guess after dealing with the kids and disappointing sex with Roger, I never had the desire.”

The puzzled look on my face must have made her uncomfortable, and she continued, “It’s not that I wouldn’t, I guess I just don’t think about it.”

We were on our sides, facing one another. “How about porn? After the kids are down for the night, do you ever just climb into bed and turn on the TV and watch a real steamy session of unrestrained sex?”

“No. Roger has a ton of DVD’s. He usually locks himself in his office and watches them alone. He never includes me. I know where he keeps them. If I get a few videos, can you and I watch them? We have a DVD player on this television. We can lay here and watch together.”

“That is a great idea,” I said.

Off she went to retrieve several titles. As she scampered out of the room, I caught a glimpse of her freshly shaved pussy, a very appealing sight indeed. When she returned, she had a half dozen to choose from.

She asked, “Do you have a preference?”

“No, you pick. I’m sure they are all just fine.

I’ve seen my fair share of adult movies over the past few years. Some of them have a decent storyline, those are the ones I enjoy. The overwhelming majority, though, are just silly fuckfests. Outrageous surgically altered large-breasted women and obscenely well-endowed men, to me, get boring very quickly. People in real-life situations are a turn-on for me. Show me a husband catching a babysitter watching porn, and they wind up having an affair. Or, the hitchhiker that offers oral sex for a ride. These are stories I can relate to. I could rub myself all night to that.

Megan held up a movie. “How about this one? It is about a couple that attends their first wife-swapping party. Is that a real thing? Do people really do that?”

‘Perfect’ I thought to myself. "Yes, Megan, that goes on. I’ve attended a few. They are fun and adventurous. Let’s watch it. Maybe it is something to try someday.”

“Oh, I don’t think Roger would do that.”

I laughed. “Not with Roger, silly. With me. We can go as a couple and meet new people.”

Before she turned on the movie, she asked, “What other things have you done?”

That was a loaded question. It would have been easier to list what I haven’t done. I smiled and said, “After being unloved for so many years, I was ready to break out. Shortly after I moved to Florida, I discovered that I am a nudist and an exhibitionist. I love to show off my body. I belong to a private resort about an hour from here. I also uncovered a desire for sex with strangers. Enough about me. What is it you want to experience? What are your cravings?”

Megan appeared to be deep in thought at the question. “Wow. Until yesterday, I didn’t have any. In the last twenty-four hours, all I can think of is being with you. The orgasms you give me are so remarkable that I can’t stop wanting you.”

When she said that, it made me throb. I don’t ever recall anyone ever telling me that before. Then she continued. “I was a virgin when I met Roger. He is the only man I’ve ever been with. I am so bored, and I feel so trapped with him. He is so controlling. I’ve tried to be a little adventurous in the bedroom. Every time I do, he calls me a whore.”

“I understand how you feel. I’ve been there. But, you didn’t answer my question. What is it you want?”

She took a deep breath. “I want to experience other men. I want to be made love to. I want to be taken in a mad, passionate, spur-of-the-moment encounter. I want to be brave enough to let myself go.”

Our naked bodies came together in a very intimate embrace. I propped up a few pillows, and we sat up in bed under the covers. Megan turned the lights off and started the movie. The opening scene was the main character, a young wife, daydreaming about two men making love to her. Megan squirmed, and her legs opened slightly at the sight.

She whispered, “I think I’d like to try that.”

Her hand found mine, and she guided it between her legs. With a single finger, I started to lightly touch and circle her smooth outer rim. Her eyes closed, and she let out a deep sigh. I didn’t want her to miss the video, so I stopped and held her hand. She moaned with disappointment.

“Don’t worry, we have plenty of time for that; we have all night. I promise I won’t leave you hanging.”

She leaned over and kissed my neck, then rested her head on my shoulder. With every new scene in the video, she sighed. I could tell she was enjoying the story. So was I. I reached over and started to fondle her breasts, teasing her nipples. The scene on the TV was of the young woman being double penetrated as her husband was with two women. This piqued her interest.

“I didn’t know that was a thing,” she said with wonder in her voice.

Playing dumb, I responded, “What thing?”

“A man screwing her ass. Did you know that? Have you tried that?”

A smile came across my face. I didn’t realize how naïve she was. “It is a ‘thing’ as you put it, and yes, I’ve enjoyed many anal orgasms. In my opinion, it is something that takes a loving partner. If you are rushed, it could be very uncomfortable and could even be dangerous. The first time, I didn’t care for it. Then I had the right man. It was while I was on a trip to Toronto. He was a retired Mountie, a big, strong man. He started to lick my asshole, and I loved the feeling. He had a mustache, and I remember it tickled. He took his time, used plenty of lube, and made me come over and over. Now I want it all the time.”

She dropped the subject almost immediately and went back to watching the video. It was only a fifty-minute movie but, packed with some great realistic scenarios. I enjoyed it and I know it got Megan thinking. I remained silent and gave her time to digest the story.

She finally spoke. “How do you find people that want to do that? All the people we know would never do that.”

“Really? Two days ago, would you have thought that I was a woman that would go down on you?”

Her giggle was infectious. I started to laugh with her. “Well, no, I guess not.”

I had an idea. “Do you have a babysitter for the kids?”

“Yes. A young college student who lives not too far from here. Her name is Anna, and the boys love her. Why? Do you think she would be interested in getting into bed with us?”

My reaction was one of disbelief. Her question stunned me. Two evenings together and a single porno, and now she wants to have sex with a babysitter. I must have some magic powers to turn her into a slut this quick. My first thought was, ‘Hmmm, now that sounds like fun,’ but that wasn’t where I was going with this.

“No! I mean for her to take care of the children so you and I could go out. I have a few places we could go and have some fun.”

It was obvious Megan was embarrassed. I continued. “There is a place I go, about forty-five minutes south of here. It’s a Quality Inn that has a lounge. I know the bartender there, her name is Brenda. She usually hooks me up with someone who is traveling. Usually a man, but not always. Every once in a while, a couple is looking to get freaky. I think you and I should go there and see what happens. Do you want to try that?”

Her eyes lit up. “Tell me more.”

“Well, since the hurricane, so many people are without power. When this happens, electric companies from all over the country send Linemen to restore power. I am sure the Quality Inn is just packed with men away from home. After work, there is only so much for them to do. Pretty much all they do is eat, drink, and fuck.”

As I was talking, I saw her hand go under the covers. She started to play with herself. She gasped for air. “When? When can we go? I’m ready now.”

Holy shit, I’ve unleashed a tiger. “And do what with your kids right now? Let’s just enjoy each other tonight. In the morning, I have to deal with my house. While I’m tending to business, you can make arrangements for child care. Can Anna spend the night so if things get heated up, we don’t have to run home too early?”

“She has done it before. Sometimes Roger and I are out late, and she just stays till morning.”

With that, we stopped talking. She seemed exhausted, so we spent the rest of the day holding one another. Megan’s skin was like silk as I traced the outline of her body. She seemed to be content as she started to fall asleep. She still had a hand on my left breast. It felt good as I too fell into a deep sleep.