That evening, when Sandra arrived home, she had a big smile on her face. He wasn’t entirely sure why until he saw several packages under her arm.

“Looks like our order has arrived,” she said excitedly.

Jason didn’t understand her excitement at first, but then he remembered they had ordered plugs for him to get ready for pegging. Now it was clear Sandra was genuinely looking forward to it. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Without undressing, she lay on the bed, lifted her skirt, slid her panties down, and opened her legs.

When his mouth touched her, she wrapped her legs around his head and pulled him close. She came quickly, moaning and lifting her hips. For a while, Jason forgot his worries and focused on making her climax again and again. When she finally let him pull away, he saw her bright smile. That was all he needed. He felt like he belonged to her and was loved. He knew things would work out.

Sandra was surprised by how excited she felt, too. She couldn’t explain it—not really, not in a way that made sense. In the past, she had never even considered wanting something like this, much less needing it. Pegging had never crossed her mind before. Images of herself dominating Jason flashed in her mind, some thrilling, some confusing. She wondered if her excitement was about doing something forbidden, about breaking the old patterns of her relationships, or about discovering a hidden side of herself.

After talking with Dr. Grace, Sandra felt something change inside her. Dr. Grace had listened carefully and explained that new desires could come from trust and vulnerability, and that trying new things together could lead to unexpected pleasure. Sandra kept thinking about that conversation. Dr. Grace made her feel normal for being curious, saying it was about closeness and exploring together, not just control. Sandra felt both doubt and longing. She wondered if her interest was selfish or bold, and if Jason would resent her or love her more for it. Sometimes her fantasies left her almost shaking, picturing herself in control and Jason giving in, both of them growing more confident. But then worry would creep in. Was she pushing things too far, too fast?

She knew she’d have to wait until Jason was ready, and she promised herself she wouldn’t push him. For now, she would savor the anticipation and uncertainty of their new adventure, which seemed to get more exciting—and more complicated—with every day.

Sandra had a new goal: to help Jason get as excited about pegging as she was. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but she trusted his love. He was always willing to do anything for her, which made things easier. Still, she didn’t want to push him. Even though he’d probably go along with it, she wanted him to feel like it was something he wanted to try, just like with the cage. She planned to use what she’d learned to help change his mind.

Sandra’s excitement went beyond the physical. The idea of pegging gave her a strong sense of power and closeness, letting her take control while sharing vulnerability with Jason. She felt bold and free, able to explore new parts of herself. Guiding him into new experiences brought them closer, helping them build trust and discover new kinds of pleasure together. For Sandra, helping Jason accept this idea wasn’t just about new sensations; it was about deepening their connection.

She sat next to him and saw his face turn red with embarrassment, fear, or maybe both. They opened the package together on the sofa. Sandra had to hide her excitement as they pulled out the three plugs: one three inches, one five, and one seven. She saw Jason’s shock at the size of the seven-inch plug.

She knew she needed to calm him down. “Don’t worry, that one is really big, so we probably won’t use it.” She wasn’t sure that was an honest answer. It would depend on how well Jason accepted the idea.

Finally, they opened the package with the strap-on. It was made of leather and had a front opening for the artificial penis. There were three sizes, just like the plugs: three inches, five inches, and seven inches. All of them were black, which surprised Jason, and each had a ridged head, like a real penis, and wrinkled balls.

Sandra stood up, put it on, and attached the three-inch cock. “That’s not big enough,” she said. “When we do it, we will probably start with the five-inch one.”

Jason swallowed hard but stayed quiet.

“Okay, let’s put this away for now. Get my bath ready, and then we’ll sit on the sofa and talk. A lot happened at the doctor’s visit, and we need to go over it,” Sandra said. “I want to try the sounding device tonight during your tease-and-denial session. We’ve already done it, so you know what it feels like. It seemed like you enjoyed it, especially when you had your ruined orgasm in the doctor’s office.”

Jason’s face turned red. He had to admit he liked it.

Sandra said, “I think this will be a fun change from our usual sessions. Make sure you clean everything well. We don’t want any problems. The doctor said if the device goes deep enough, it can massage the prostate from the inside, which nothing else does. But we might not want to go that deep until I have more experience. We will take it easy.”

An hour later, they sat together on the sofa with a glass of wine. Sandra was fully dressed, while Jason, as she had asked, wore only pink panties, the outline of his small flat cage clearly visible under the material.

“I love seeing you in those panties,” she said, her eyes lingering on him. “It’s perfect. I can see the outline of your tiny cage, and that excites me. You know how much I love looking at it,” she added, gently cupping his crotch, making Jason moan softly.

“So, what did you think of our doctor’s visit?” she asked.

“Uh… I liked her,” Jason said, his voice a little shaky. “She seemed very thorough. But… I’m a bit worried about some of the things she mentioned.”

“What things in particular?” Sandra asked, though she already knew.

“You know, the pegging and all that,” he said quietly.

She had known he would bring the subject back to pegging. It was a big step for both of them, and she wanted him to talk about his fears.

“Do you think it’s going to hurt?” she asked.

“Well, yes… The sounding felt strange, maybe even painful at first, but I got used to it. But pegging… that scares me more,” he said.

“I understand. But I’m sure you'll really enjoy it once you get used to pegging. I won’t hurt you, but you’ll need to adjust. If you practice with the plugs, you’ll be ready. All my friends say their partners were nervous at first, but they ended up liking it. I think pegging will bring us even closer. I’m excited to really feel what it’s like to be in total control, and I want you to know the feeling of being totally dominated, like when I discipline you. I want you to feel pleasure, just not from climaxing or ejaculation. You’ve replaced climaxing and ejaculation with the pleasure of taking care of me, right?”

“Yes,” Jason said. “I can hardly remember what a full climax feels like, and honestly, I don’t miss it. It’s hard to explain, but I get a similar feeling even without release. When I’m taking care of you—not just sexually, but in every way—it’s almost like sexual excitement. Actually, it’s more than excitement; it’s real pleasure.”

Sandra’s heart skipped a beat. She thought he had reached this point, but hearing him say it almost made her climax. It was a strange feeling for her too. Taking a regular man, not a weak one, and bringing him here seemed almost unbelievable. She had done something most women never do; she had turned a strong man, though submissive, into a loving partner who would do anything for her. Her love for him had grown deeper than she thought possible. It was as rewarding as her biggest business wins, but much more personal.

She drew Jason close and kissed him with passion. “What you’ve given me is so much more than I ever could have anticipated. I love you, so, so much,” she breathed.

Jason’s heart swelled with pride and love. If he’d known his submission would make her so happy, he would have started sooner. He almost regretted the years they’d missed, and he knew she did too. He was determined to make it up to her.

“Are we all ready to try the sounding?” he asked.

Sandra’s smile illuminated her face. She hadn’t anticipated this... his willingness. “Yes, yes, get everything ready and make sure you sterilize all the devices.”

Jason got the devices ready and set them out on the table. A few weeks earlier, Sandra had him clear out the breakfast nook, leaving just two armless chairs, which she had him fitted with arm and leg restrains, which could be removed when they had guests. The small space was used for tease-and-denial sessions and now sounding. Jason sat in the chair as Sandra walked in, totally naked. Seeing her almost took his breath away. He was ready to do anything for her.

Sandra smiled at Jason and walked over, the light rustle of the leather straps slightly perceptible within the quiet room. As she gently secured his arms and legs to the chair, the metallic click of the buckles echoed faintly, heightening the anticipation in the air. "Don’t want to risk you moving," she said. "Later, once you get used to the sounding, we won’t have to do that."

Jason nodded nervously. He was a little scared, as well as more than a little excited. It was different when the doctor did it; she was a professional. Still, he had no real reservations about allowing Sandra to do it. He knew she would be careful and not take it too far. He would do anything she wanted.

Sandra sat in the chair next to him and pulled his panties down, then took off the cage. His small penis immediately sprang to attention. She smiled as she lubricated a six-inch sounding device and said, “This should be long enough to reach the base of your penis. Please tell me if it hurts too much. I’ll pause, but I won’t stop unless you use your safe word. If you are okay, we will go into your prostate.”

Jason felt his heart beating faster. He took a deep breath and nodded. She had said she wouldn’t go to his prostate, but he knew deep inside that she would. She always pushed his limits. Jason was unable to speak as she held the device in one hand and squirted lube into the opening of his penis head. He moaned as he felt the cool liquid enter him. He tried to control his breathing as he watched her place the device at the head of his penis.

“Here goes,” she said as she slowly began to slide the metal rod inside the opening.

Jason moaned again as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. He could feel the device slowly sliding into him. It didn’t really hurt. It was more of a tickling sensation.

“Are you okay?” Sandra asked, pausing with the device about halfway in.

“Yes,” he whispered. He had no idea how deep the rod was now.

Sandra pushed it a little deeper and paused again, checking that he was still okay. When he said yes, she continued. Her own heart was beating fast. She had been nervous, too, and wondered if she could really do this. Anxiety and doubt had mixed inside her from the start. But now her confidence increased with every delicate inch the rod slid in. She had read many guides, watched, and even helped Dr. Grace do it in her office. The rod had gone in easily so far. There was about an inch and a half left. She drew in a deep breath, feeling empowered and connected, and pushed a little more until only the very top of the device remained visible.

“You have it all,” Sandra said with pleasure, patting his bare thigh reassuringly. “Tell me when you are ready for me to move it.”

Jason moaned, feeling the weird sensation that he had felt when Dr. Grace had done this. He hadn’t looked when the doctor had done it, but this time, he swallowed and opened his eyes. He could only see the tip of the rod now. He couldn’t believe it was all inside him. He took several deep breaths and nodded.

Sandra smiled and slowly moved the device out an inch or so, then back inside.

Jason’s breathing sped up as he felt the sensation deep inside. It was like a tender current flowing through him, both strange and interesting. The feeling was hard to describe, like a steady pressure that moved through his senses without hurting.

Sandra then grasped his penis and squeezed gently. She could feel the ridged rod inside as she moved it up and down. Then she slowly began to stroke him as she continued to move the rod. She paused when Jason's penis began to throb. She squeezed the base as Dr. Grace had shown her, and the pulsing stopped.

“Still okay?” she asked.

“Yes,” he uttered softly.

“How does it feel?” she asked.

“Weird, but not painful. It felt like I had to pee, and then I started to throb until you squeezed me,” he said.

“Good. Let’s start again. I like this,” she said.

Jason nodded and felt her start to move again. He could almost tell when the rod moved out of his prostate... it was a different feeling inside his penis. A moment later, he felt the throbbing begin again. He started to say something to Sandra, but she had sensed where he was, paused, and squeezed the base yet again, and the throbbing stopped.

After a few minutes, Sandra felt more at ease. She moved the device up and down and stroked him, stopping each time the throbbing started. She watched Jason’s face, noticing the small changes in his expression. Even with his eyes closed, she could tell how he felt. It wasn’t just his reactions that guided her, but the quiet understanding between them. This helped her know when his prostate was about to react and how he was feeling. She didn’t want to tire him, but she hoped he would release fluid. Their silent communication felt like a steady, caring exchange.

It took a few more minutes before Jason moaned a little louder. She paused and squeezed the base of his penis. Then she watched as fluid began to trickle out of the head. She was so excited that she almost had a climax. She slowly pulled the rod out, allowing the fluid to bubble out, thick and sticky, but definitely not sperm.

Jason opened his eyes in surprise. He was worried he was urinating. But then he saw the whitish fluid coming out and realized what it was. He saw the look of amazement—or maybe pleasure—on Sandra’s face. He smiled, knowing he had pleased her.

“I love that. How did it feel?” she asked.

“Still weird, but unexpectedly pleasant. Better than the first time,” Jason said.

“Good. That was perfect. I didn’t think I could do that so easily. I’m glad we’ve added another way to exercise your prostate. I don’t know if we can get more fluid, but let’s try again.”

Jason steeled himself for the movement again. This time, it was easier, smoother. He didn’t know if it was because Sandra was learning or that his body was adjusting. Whatever the reason, he felt a deep satisfaction with each movement. He moaned again, and Sandra pulled the rod out just in time as more fluid ran out.

“We did it again. I love this,” Sandra said. “Do you think we can do it one more time?”

“I don’t know,” Jason said breathlessly. “But let’s give it a try.”

Sandra did, and got fluid for a third time. She decided to pause there. She didn’t want to exhaust him completely; besides, she was so excited that she needed his mouth.

She released Jason and pulled him behind her to the bedroom. There, he pleasured her with his mouth until she, too, was exhausted.

Later, Sandra sat alone by the pool. The water sparkled in the full moonlight. It had been a wonderful day, and things had moved further than she expected. Now that she felt in control of Jason, except for pegging, her confidence grew. Still, it was a new and complicated feeling. Underneath her sense of triumph, she felt a restless emotion.

She realized it was time to face a truth she had avoided. Sandra wanted more than control over Jason; she wanted a deeper connection and fulfillment, both physical and emotional, that she hadn’t found before. She thought about her past relationships and remembered feeling disappointed when intimacy faded, or when her longing for something different persisted. Even as she felt successful, a bit of dissatisfaction remained.

Sandra had spent years trying to ignore this desire, telling herself that what she had should be enough. She thought her wishes were selfish or risky, but the feeling only grew stronger. Wanting more scared her. She worried about what it might mean for Jason, for herself, and for their life together. She wondered if it would ruin what they had or push Jason away. Still, she couldn’t ignore her longing. Her body wanted something real and undeniable. The conflict made her anxious and guilty, but she finally accepted that her desire wasn’t going away. She knew she had to face it, even if it meant dealing with the unknown.

Sandra knew Jason would be shocked and might struggle with her decision. Still, she was sure he couldn’t stop her. She didn’t love him any less for it; in fact, she thought it might even bring them closer.

She was sure this change was necessary. Things had gone well for them so far, but she knew that staying the same could slowly damage a relationship. She wasn’t satisfied with her physical pleasure. She needed something real, something hard, something big. She needed a cock!

It would have been easy for her to cheat. Her late nights, business dinners, and the FLR club gave her plenty of chances. But she didn’t want to keep secrets. She wasn’t interested in one-night stands anymore, though she knew she might have to meet a few wrong people before finding the right one.

A few days later, Sandra decided to share her thoughts with Jason during one of their regular talks. She planned her words carefully, hoping Jason would accept this change just as he had accepted wearing the cage. She actually thought it might be easier for him than it seemed, since he had already given up his ability to climax—a big sacrifice for any man.

She knew how things would end, but she hoped Jason would accept her choice and understand her reasons. They sat together on the sofa, sharing wine and talking quietly. Earlier that night, she had given him his weekly discipline, which she knew made him more open and willing to listen.

As Sandra’s punishments became more intense, especially with the cane, Jason started slipping into subspace—a mental state where sensation made him less resistant and more open. In that place, his body tingled, and his thoughts slowed, focusing only on each stroke and the warmth left behind. Pain and pleasure blurred together, and time seemed to stretch and fade. Jason felt like he was floating, far from worry and fear. In this state, he was always more willing to follow new rules, reduced to pure sensation and simple obedience. A strange calm would come over him, almost like detachment, but with deep trust in Sandra holding him steady. On this day, she had used the cane more harshly for that very reason.

Jason’s backside was covered in thirty red welts, two even breaking the skin, so he had to sit on a towel.

“Jason,” Sandra said gently, “there’s something very important I need to talk to you about.”

His eyes widened slightly, apprehension flickering across his face.

“What did I do?” he asked, concern quickly giving way to fear.

She laughed softly. “No, my dear. You’ve done nothing wrong. In almost every way, you are the perfect partner,” she assured him. “You and I have a unique sexual relationship now, because you could never please me with your little penis, and because you can’t last long enough for me to climax. We don’t need to dwell on that. But you must understand what I’ve sacrificed because of it. Many women would have given up long ago. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he whispered, his stomach tightening as he sensed where this was leading.

“Jason, you truly are perfect in every other way,” she continued.

Sandra hesitated, her gaze dropping for a moment as she weighed her next words. "But the one thing that’s missing matters," she said quietly. Her voice softened. "I’ve tried to think of other ways. I thought maybe I could accept things as they are, and I even wondered if we might try new things together or revisit what could work between us. I’ve read, I’ve listened, and I’ve talked to other women. Still, no solution feels right or really addresses this for me. I don’t see any other option left." She took a steadying breath. "I need to take a lover."

The room became very quiet and tense.

Jason opened his mouth, but no words came. Deep down, he had always known this was coming. Still, he had never been able to admit it to himself. He knew he was inadequate, that most women would have left him long before now. He had hoped his devotion would outweigh his lack of size and stamina.

“What are you saying?” he asked finally, his voice trembling as tears began to gather.

Sandra took his hand and held it, saying nothing for several long moments.

“I need to find a lover,” she said quietly. “Someone who can pleasure me the way a woman needs to be pleasured.”

She paused again. They could only hear each other breathing.

Jason noticed his heart beating fast.

“Is there any other way?” Sandra asked softly. “Please tell me if you know one.”

He didn’t. And even though he had always known this day might come, his mind refused to grasp it fully. His head was spinning as his stomach churned.

“I know this is a shock,” Sandra said. “And I don’t want to rush you. You don’t have to answer tonight. Please sleep in one of the guest rooms. Think about it tomorrow. When I get home from work, we’ll talk again.”

Jason nodded, his shoulders dropping as worry showed on his face. He wondered what she meant. Would she leave him if he refused? His breathing sped up, and he felt lightheaded.

Sandra squeezed his hand firmly. “Jason, I love you more than I can say. The thought of life without you is unbearable. But we have to face this together. If you can’t accept it, our options are very limited.”

She stood up, leaned over, and kissed him. Tears ran down his cheeks as she left him alone in the quiet room.

She decided to give him time to process everything. Even though she felt strongly about her needs, Sandra worried about how much this would hurt Jason. It pained her to see the confusion and sadness in his eyes. She knew she wasn't planning to leave him, and the last thing she wanted was for him to feel abandoned or unloved. Still, she realized he needed space to think, and maybe even to feel a little lonely, so he could truly understand what it would mean if he didn’t accept this change. She hoped, above all, that he would see she wasn't choosing someone over him, but was trying to be honest about her needs—and wanted to work through it together, no matter how difficult.

Jason retreated to the spare bedroom, loneliness pressing in on him. Sleep would not come. Since they had stopped having penetrative sex, he had acknowledged the possibility, even the likelihood, of Sandra taking a lover. Still, the reality hit him with disorienting force.

Maybe I can convince her to delay it, he thought. But he knew that would only buy time.

Thinking of her with another man made him afraid. Jealousy twisted inside him, making his chest tighten and his thoughts race. He pictured Sandra in another lover's arms, and the vision stung, filling him with a hollow ache. But underneath that fear, a wave of excitement began to rise, uninvited and unstoppable. His body reacted with a subtle, traitorous thrill. He tried to push the images away, but they only grew more vivid: Sandra's sighs, a stranger's hands on her, the raw intimacy he could only imagine. His pulse quickened, equal parts shame and fascination rising within him. He wondered what it would feel like to watch, to be powerless and exposed, knowing another man could give her what he could not. The excitement made his skin prickle with humiliation, and something deeper—an aching need to be swept along, out of control, punished and aroused at once. He hated himself for feeling this, and yet he could not escape it. The confusion made him feel sick and exhilarated at the same time. It was a feeling he didn’t expect and didn’t think he should have.

Still, he knew he shouldn’t feel this way at all.

Eventually, he got so tired that he fell asleep. Later that night, he started to dream.

He was back in the living room. The doorbell rang. He knew who it was—Sandra’s guest.

His heart pounded as he walked to the door and opened it. A tall, broad-shouldered man with bright blue eyes and blond hair stood there. He looked like a model from a magazine.

“Hello,” the man said, extending his hand. “I’m here for Sandra.”

Jason’s hand shook as he greeted the man. He led him into the living room, offered him a seat and a beer, then sat across from him. In the quiet, Jason suddenly realized he was naked except for the silver cage. The other man didn’t seem to notice or didn’t react.

Before either of them could speak, Sandra entered the room.

Jason’s breath caught.

She wore a sheer negligee that left nothing to the imagination. Her body was visible under the thin fabric. She moved slowly, looking only at the man across from Jason. She sat on his lap, and they started kissing deeply, making Jason’s chest tighten.

The man’s hand moved under the fabric to cup her breast. Sandra let out a soft moan, which surprised Jason. Her hand moved down to touch the man’s growing bulge. They kept kissing until Sandra got up from his lap.

She knelt in front of him.

Suddenly, the man’s large penis was out of his pants, and Sandra took it into her mouth.

Jason bolted upright in bed, his body drenched in cold sweat.

Even after waking up, the dream stayed with him. It had scared him, but what bothered him more was his body’s reaction. His penis was swollen inside the cage, throbbing with need. He couldn’t get hard, but the pressure and desire were intense.

He felt a deep sense of shame.

Eventually, he drifted back into a restless sleep.

When Jason woke up again, morning light was coming through the window. The dream came back to him right away, but he was glad to be awake. He got out of bed, shook his head to clear the images, took a cold shower, and then went to make breakfast for Sandra.

The smell of food greeted her as she entered, already dressed for the day. A pot of coffee sat on the counter, one cup poured and waiting.

“Good morning,” she said brightly.

"Good morning," Jason answered, trying to keep his voice calm. He was still naked, and his backside was sore and bruised, something he hadn’t really noticed the night before.

“Sleep well?” she asked, though the answer was already known.

“Not really,” he admitted.

“I’m sorry. I guess I was a little hard on you with the cane. Maybe you can nap today. Don’t forget to stop by the cleaners for my suits. And we’re out of sparkling water,” she said casually, as though the conversation from the night before had never happened.

He hadn’t lost sleep because of the cane. It was the dream that kept him awake.

Jason remembered it all. He had thought of little else since waking.

"Oh. Okay," he said, feeling his hope fade that she would talk about what was really on his mind.

Sandra poured coffee into a thermos. “I should be home by six.”

She returned to him and kissed him deeply, as though nothing had changed.

That evening, after dinner and cleaning up, they sat together again. Jason felt nervous about the talk they needed to have. Even though he had mostly accepted her decision, he wanted to know he still mattered and that their life together would stay the same, except for this one big change.

They sat quietly on the sofa, Sandra holding his hand.

“Okay, Jason,” she began gently. “I’m sure you’ve thought of little else since our conversation last night. I know you have questions. Please ask them. Be completely honest. I won’t be offended, and you will not be punished for telling me exactly how you feel. This is an important step for both of us, and I take it seriously. You deserve answers.”

Jason was quiet for a moment. His mind was full of questions, but one stood out. He took a deep breath.

“What will this do to our relationship?” he asked. “I know that’s a big question, but I don’t know how else to ask it.”

Sandra smiled softly. “It is a fair question. And yes, our relationship will change. But I believe it will change for the better.”

“How can it be better?” he asked, working to keep his voice steady.

A faint smile touched her lips. “First, I’ll be more satisfied. And that means happier. You are extraordinary with your mouth. I don’t believe anyone could ever replace you there. But what your mouth can do is not the same as what a cock can do. That’s simply reality. Make no mistake, I adore your mouth. No one pleases me the way you do, front or back. In fact, I may not even allow my lover to touch me that way.”

Jason stared at her, shocked.

“Jason, be assured that I’m not going to exclude you from this,” Sandra continued. “You will play an important role. I need your help.”

“My help?” he echoed. “A role?”

“Yes,” she said calmly, though Jason could sense the underlying tension in her voice. She paused for a moment, letting her words settle between them, then continued. “I have no intention of being with just anyone. My standards are very high. Anyone I consider must be thoroughly vetted. These men are not random. I checked, and the FLR group provides candidates for a fee. They are pre-screened through a rigorous application process, interviews, and background checks. The club verifies professional credentials and financial stability, and meets with each candidate in person before approving them for introductions. I value how serious and discreet they are, and how they focus on matching personalities as well as physical needs. They must be professional, financially secure, attractive, and possess a substantial cock. For me, it must be eight inches minimum, unless he is exceptionally thick.”

Jason felt his gut wrench. Eight inches, he thought. She wanted eight inches. He was barely half that. His head was spinning, and he couldn’t think straight.

Sandra looked away for a moment, her cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and excitement. Her heartbeat raced as she shared something so personal, but she wanted to be honest. As she spoke, she felt guilty and nervous, letting her vulnerability show. Even though her words were clear, her emotions were just beneath the surface.

Jason sat quietly, his thoughts racing. Jealousy rose inside him, mixed with a surprising sense of arousal. He felt a strange warmth in his chest as unwanted images filled his mind, making it hard to breathe. He was shocked to realize that, along with fear and hurt, he also felt a forbidden interest that unsettled him. Knowing Sandra had thought this through made him feel both left out and relieved. He wanted to give her what she needed, but he was scared of losing her and of feeling even more inadequate.

At the same time, part of him wanted to give in and feel the vulnerability Sandra wanted from him. The idea of humiliation scared him, but he wondered what it would be like to watch, to be included, or to be left out—he wasn’t sure which would be harder. He couldn’t picture his wife with another man, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it, which made him feel ashamed. With so many feelings at once, he felt overwhelmed and knew he needed time.

That night, he dreamed again about Sandra with another man. This time it was even more vivid. This time, she wasn’t just sucking him. In his dream, he was sitting in the corner watching. The blonde man was naked and on top of her. His eight-inch cock was deep inside her. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and she was crying out with pleasure. A moment later, the man moaned that he was going to climax. Both of them screamed as they came together.

To Be Continued