Alana drove home confused, worried, upset.
So why was she also aroused, wet, nipples hardened and aching?
It was Sela’s comments at the bar. Off-handed, outrageous comments made under the influence of way too many tequila shots — and anyone with even a rudimentary understanding of alcohol’s effect on the human brain wouldn’t give a second thought to the ramblings of a thirty-something divorcée celebrating a little too enthusiastically with a couple of friends in a South Beach bar.
Am I a perv? Alana thought. Why did what Sela said have such an effect on me?
Tammy, the other friend in the trio and the one who drove Sela home, had been stunned into silence at the bizarre pronouncement, and Alana could only assume the crazy monologue caused the same effect on her as it had when Alana heard it. Reacting quickly after the few seconds it took to understand what Sela was saying and where she was going with her tale, Tammy and Alana shushed their friend and hurriedly guided her to the bathroom, embarrassment flushing both their faces as they made sorry-you-had-to-hear-that expressions to the people around them.
“Sela! You’re drunk, and we’re going home,” Tammy had said, her hand on her friend’s shoulder as Sela sat on the padded bench in the restroom. “You never could keep your mouth shut when you got too much liquor into you.”
“That’s for sure,” Alana corroborated, pushing a strand of auburn hair away from Sela’s eyes as she leaned forward to look into her face, concerned at her friend’s condition. “And what you were blurting out in front of those people out there! Damn! Are you crazy?”
Sela leaned back to rest her head against the wall. Her lanky frame was covered stylishly in a top and fake leather skirt that ended three inches above her knees, her tanned legs a perfect complement to the deep green color of her outfit. She said simply, “I probably need to go home, huh?”
“Yeah. And we’ll talk about this later,” Tammy said, “like tomorrow after you’ve done something to get over the hangover you’re sure to have.”
The three of them exited the bar. Tammy, the short blonde of the trio, had some difficulty guiding the much taller Sela to her car but made it without incident, swiveling her friend into the front seat, buckling her seat belt, and swinging the car door shut. As she walked around to the driver’s side of her silver-blue BMW, she tossed a parting comment over her shoulder to Alana: “Thanks for coming, Alana — this is a night I know we’ll never forget!”
God! The things Sela had said! Did she really do that with Roger? thought Alana, nearing her townhome.
Fucked him in the ass with a strapon dildo. Said he loved it. Said she loved it even more. Sela had emphasized how hot it was to do it — and then she said it again: “Fucking him in the ass with my strapon” — and in the last thing she’d announced before Alana and Tammy ushered her hurriedly to the restroom, she said that for all the crap Roger put her through with his affair, with all his lies, the thing she was most worried about when looking for another man — “and it’ll damned sure be a fuckbuddy before I even think about another marriage,” Sela had spat out — was finding a guy who would bend over for her and ask her to fuck him in the ass.
The warm flush of embarrassment rose again up the back of Alana’s neck as she recalled the fiasco of the evening’s events, but the warmth on her neck was matched by a warmth — accompanied by a tingle — in her pussy.
I’ve never thought of doing that, but—damn!—what would it be like? Why did Sela like it so much? Guiding her car into the narrow garage always required concentration, and Alana momentarily suspended her inner monologue of fascination and arousal, only to return to it immediately as she turned off the ignition. And why the hell did Roger like it?
Dropping her keys on top of the washing machine as she walked into her townhome through the laundry room, Alana made a beeline for the bathroom, the single Long Island Tea followed by a series of flavored sparkling waters she had at the bar creating an immediate necessity.
Flipping up the back of her sexy maroon dress as she slid down her panties in order to perch on the toilet emphasized the effect that Sela’s pronouncement had created: a wet spot was evident in the center of the lining of the panties now stretched between her ankles. Alana stared at the wet spot, thinking, as the relief of peeing settled through her abdomen.
How did they do it? How often did they do it? Alana stood, flushed, then stepped out of her cream-colored panties with the damp crotch, stooping to pick them up and carry them to her closet. She dropped them in the hamper there before reaching behind to grab the zipper of her dress and slide it down. What position did they do it in?
Carefully hanging the dress after checking to see if it needed dry cleaning (thankfully, no), Alana turned away from the tightly packed, haphazard mash-up that was her wardrobe and unclasped her front-closure bra. Letting it fall off her shoulders and down her arms, she caught it and thought for a moment about whether it should join her panties in the hamper.
Noticing herself in the mirror on the closet wall as she hesitated with the bra-washing decision, Alana straightened, pushing her breasts forward with the motion.
Her nipples were very hard. They capped her B-cup tits with dark brown nubs, nearly the size of miniature marshmallows. Her areoloae were dimpled tight, and even given the caramel-cocoa color of her skin, the tell-tale signs of a sexual flush were evident on her shaved pussy.
God, what Sela said really is having an effect on me, she thought. Dropping the bra in the hamper, she reached one hand to a nipple and squeezed the hard nub between her fingers. The delicious tingle, dependable as always, spread down to her belly button.
Had the night ended as too many did — only approaches from definite losers and/or approaches from interested females (something that didn’t hold the same interest for Alana) — she might have pulled the slim vibe from her dresser drawer and fantasized about a lover, a relationship, really good sex, as she held the buzzing shaft next to the hood of skin which provided just the right amount of padding to prevent overstimulation on her erect clit.
She would masturbate to a relatively satisfying climax, turn off the vibrator and place it on the nightstand, then snuggle into the sheets. A really good night would include a nice dream about a considerate lover who was an excellent kisser.
Tonight would be different, Alana knew. There would still be the vibrator. There would still be an orgasm.
But tonight’s fantasy was going to be very, very different. And the orgasm would be one hell of an orgasm.
Her cell phone cycled through the tinny melody that announced an incoming call while Alana was brushing her teeth. Naked, she quickly spat out the toothpaste foam and hurriedly swished a mouthful of water, spitting it, too, into the basin before grabbing a towel as she walked into her bedroom. She knew it would be Tammy, calling to say she’d arrived home safely. Alana sat on her bed and reached into her purse to pull out the phone, quickly verifying it was Tammy’s number, and clicked into answer mode.
“Hey. It’s me,” said Tammy. “I’m home okay after getting Sela home and at least stretched out on the bed in her bra and panties. She’s gonna have to sleep a long time to recover from what she did to herself tonight.”
“She was pretty plastered, that’s for sure,” Alana answered. “She didn’t throw up in your car, did she?”
Tammy laughed. “No, thank goodness. I think the divorce has meant Sela is going a little extra on her drinking, but, well . . . can you blame her?”
Alana scooted up on the bed and settled against the headboard, stretched her legs out, crossed them at the ankles, and prepared to talk for awhile with Tammy about their friend. Pushing one of the copper-colored ringlets which was part of her beguiling hairdo away from her eyes (“Has Halle Berry ever worn her hair that way?” people would ask), she answered Tammy’s question. “Just as long as it doesn’t get out of hand, I guess it’s natural that she may trying to drown her sorrows. I can’t really blame her. I mean, five years with Roger, you know? Then finding out he was seeing that woman, sleeping with her, and then lying about it. That’d make anybody want a stiff drink.”
“Yeah, I know,” Tammy answered.
The two friends chatted for a few minutes about whether there was anything they could do for Sela, whether she’d rushed back into the dating scene too fast, all the kind of friends-worried-about-friends conversation that comes so naturally when someone you like and care about goes through a rough patch.
Alana, though, couldn’t resist asking about the thing that had so distracted her thinking on her drive home.
“Can you believe what Sela said?”
“What? Oh, you mean about what she and Roger did?”
“Duh,” answered Alana. “No, I was talking about when she said she thought the bar stool was uncomfortable.”
“Okay,” giggled Tammy. “I guess I shouldn’t have been so nonchalant about it.”
“Sela hasn’t told you that she and Roger did that?”
Alana leaned forward from the headboard. “She told you?”
Tammy sighed. “Yeah, pretty soon after the divorce. I was over there lending a shoulder to cry on, and she just started spilling her guts about how lonely she was, how horny she was, how much she missed Roger in her bed. She really unloaded.”
“And she just said out loud that one of the things she missed was strapping on a dildo and screwing Roger in the ass?”
“Pretty much,” Tammy replied simply.
“God! I can’t believe it!”
“Neither could I. But apparently she was getting some kind of therapeutic benefit from talking about it, so I let her go on.” Tammy paused. “It was kinda weird, I have to tell you, but Sela went into this . . . I don’t know what to call it, Alana. It was like a trance or something, like she was actually back in time doing it to him, describing everything, remembering out loud all the details. Her eyes defocused, and out came this incredible story which — and I promise — left absolutely NOTHING out.”
Alana was holding her breath, not even aware that her breathing had stopped as she listened to Tammy.
“But I didn’t dare interrupt,” Tammy continued. “You know how sometimes it’s the only thing you can do to just let somebody keep going on with what they’re saying — like they’re on autopilot or something and it might be dangerous to snap them out of it? I kept my mouth shut and nodded when I thought it was appropriate.” Tammy drew in a big breath before continuing, “But I gotta tell you, Alana, it was the craziest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. And embarrassing! I didn’t want to know this stuff about Sela and Roger!”
It was the perfect invitation, and Alana eagerly voiced her question: “What did she say?”
Seconds ticked by as Alana waited out the silence on the other end of the phone. Finally:
“Promise me on all that’s holy you will never, EVER tell Sela I told you this,” Tammy whispered into the phone. “Maybe I shouldn’t worry too much, what with the stuff she said tonight — I mean, how much more public a statement can you make than to announce something in a crowded bar? — but she may not even remember telling everybody in the bar what she did with her ex-husband.”
“I don’t think we can avoid telling her,” said Alana reasonably (and congratulating herself on keeping the anxious excitement out of her voice).
“Hmmm, I guess you’re right about that,” Tammy said. “One way or another, Sela’s gonna find out what she said in the bar tonight. Better that she hear it from us.”
“Can you imagine?” Alana answered, realizing the embarrassment their friend would suffer if she were surprised by, say, the bartender the next time they went for drinks after work. If Sela knew what she’d done tonight, at least it would be her call about ever going back to their favorite establishment to unwind after a tough day trudging up the corporate mountain.
“No, I can’t imagine, so that means we tell her the next time we see her, okay?”
“Promise,” Alana replied. After a second of silence in the conversation, she hastily added, “And I also promise not to tell Sela what you’re about to tell me.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” said Tammy, “but if I DON’T tell somebody, I’m going to go crazy myself.”
Jesus! thought Alana, how kinky could Sela’s tale have been?
“You’re going to think I’m embellishing or adding things in, Alana, but I swear I’m not. I guarantee you, when you hear this, then you’ll understand why there’s no way I could have forgotten any of it.”
“God, Tammy, what did she say?”
“First, she wasn’t drunk. She was upset, sad, angry, sick of not being with a man — you know how boy crazy Sela has always been — but she wasn’t, like, talking crazy or anything. I seriously think that things had just piled up, and she needed to tell someone, you know?” Alana nodded, then realized she was on the phone. I am so-o-o-o eager to hear this!
“Sela started by saying that the loneliness, even in spite of knowing Roger had been a true jerk, was just awful. It was the little stuff, she said, that hits you square in the face when you least expect it. Seeing a pair of cuff links he’d left in a drawer. Noticing the way he’d fixed the handle on a pair of scissors lying on the desk when she was looking for a stamp — that kind of stuff.” Tammy paused. The silence only made the next words out of her mouth that much more of a shock for Alana. “Then she said that the little stuff was bad, but remembering the big stuff was worse, like how bad the ache was in every way when she thought about Roger, naked and bent over the arm of the sofa where we were sitting, his ass up high and his cock and balls hanging down between his legs so she could see and play with them before she lubed up his ass and her strapon and gave him a fucking that never failed to give them both the most incredible orgasms.”
“Shit,” Alana breathed into the phone, unconsciously hugging herself, her knees drawn up to her breasts, the phone cradled between ear and neck as she squirmed in place.
“Exactly,” Tammy said, “and I have to tell you, I almost got up off that sofa that very minute.”
Alana smiled at that, but noticed that her nipples had hardened during Tammy’s frank description of the scene Sela had explicitly detailed about the “big” thing she missed with her ex-husband.
“But then, with this sad, far-away look in her eyes, she started telling me everything — and I mean EVERYTHING — about how she and Roger did it, what it felt like for her, what it looked like, how much she loved doing it . . . I mean, Alana, this was by far the dirtiest, raunchiest talk I’ve ever heard out of Sela’s mouth. She didn’t use a single euphemism, didn’t try to clean it up, didn’t shy away from a single detail or a single description.”
Goose bumps were forming on Alana’s arms as she listened.
“Now, none of us is an uptight prude who hasn’t heard the f-word and nasty pillow talk. Hell, Alana, our conversations on girls’ nights out get pretty risqué all the time. You know the times we’ve been to The Tuxedo to see the guys there strip down to their birthday suits? The three of us have no problem at all talking about the cocks and balls and the great-looking asses on our favorite entertainers.”
Alana flashed back to the last excursion, a bachelorette party for one of the trainers at the gym where the three of them worked out. Tammy had leaned over to Alana at the front-row table where they were sitting and said, “Damn! That guy’s cock looks so good. And he has those sexy eyes. I would just love to take him down my throat, fondle his balls, and then have him push me up against a wall, rip down my panties, and pound my pussy until I see stars.”
Yeah, the three girlfriends were 21st-century women without the hang-ups that had saddled previous generations.
“But, Alana, Sela went into porn-talk mode or something. That’s one of the reasons that I can’t get this out of my head. She was talking in this perfectly normal way about these things she and Roger did, and the language she was using was so explicit.”
Alana could tell Tammy was looking for permission to skip all the searching for more polite ways to say what Sela had told her using the frank language that she must have tossed out without a second thought
“I understand what you’re saying. Don’t worry about cleaning it up for me, Tammy. I’m a big girl.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, Tammy said, “Good. That’ll make it easier. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Go ahead, Tammy.”
“Sela said Roger brought home a video one night that had a scene in it where a woman seduces a guy in a club, teases him unmercifully with all kinds of dirty talk, then takes him to her apartment to have sex with him. But when they get into her bedroom, she tells him she wants an ass fuck, and the ass that’s going to get fucked is his. She walks to her nightstand, pulls out her strapon and the lube, and tells him to get naked.”
Alana’s pussy started to moisten again this evening.
“Well, you know how pornos are. There’s never any plot, never any reality. Like we both know any guy in that situation wouldn’t be out the door in a New York minute. But, well, Sela kept on and on about what happened in that scene, saying that the guy was naked on the bed, his ass up and his face down into the pillow with the camera angle showing everything from his big, hard dick and his heavy balls swaying underneath him between his spread thighs to the way his asscheeks were parted with his naked asshole in full view, twitching and eager, and then the woman drizzled lube into his ass crack and pushed two fingers inside his asshole while she told him she was really looking forward to fucking him in the ass — stuff like that. I swear I must have been in shock, because Sela told me this like it was the most natural thing in the world, like she was describing a scene from some recently released romantic comedy or something.”
“You were definitely right about the language,” Alana said. “I wonder if she talked to Roger like that when they, um, well . . . you know . . .”
“Like I said, she was in some kind of trance or something. After she described the scene in the video, wrapping it up by saying the woman had an incredible orgasm from the assfucking she was giving the guy and that the guy was squirming his ass up and down and backing into her to take as much of her strapon as she would bury inside him while he moaned about how fantastic it felt to be fucked like that, she said that Roger’s dick was really, really hard. Like it was about to burst out of his shorts. So she unzips him and pulls out his cock and asks him if the scene turned him on.” “Tammy, I can’t believe this! Swear you’re not making this up,” Alana said, now straightening her legs out and grabbing a pillow to put behind her back to get more comfortable as she sat against the headboard.
“Could I possibly make this up? Alana, I have been trying to forget that I heard this, but, well, can you understand that you just don’t forget something like this?”
Alana knew that she wouldn’t forget it.
“Then Sela says that Roger said to her, ‘How hard is my cock? Would you say that’s a pretty good answer for whether the scene turns me on or not?’ And then, Alana, for maybe the only time that Sela’s eyes focused on my face during the entire time she was telling me this stuff, she looked at me and said, ‘I knew that he was asking me to strapon fuck him in the asshole, and that he wanted it bad.'”
“Jesus,” whispered Alana. “Sela was telling you everything about her and Roger’s sex life, about what they did. Didn’t you feel like a voyeur or something?”
“Yes,” Tammy answered quickly, “but, you know . . . somehow I knew it was going to help Sela to say all this, so I stayed put. I listened to the rest.”
Alana’s hand drifted down over her breasts and across her belly, resting above her crotch. Good grief! Am I about to masturbate as my friend tells me how my other friend fucked her husband in the ass?
“The next part was so outrageous that I know my jaw must have dropped completely open. Sela said that she told Roger she was going to suck his cock while she finger-fucked him in the ass just the way he liked, and that he was to imagine he was taking every inch of the strapon she was going to have him buy her the next day. She said it was the biggest load he’d ever pumped down her throat.”
Okay, so I AM going to masturbate to this story, thought Alana as her fingertips began circling down to the top of her vagina. Very quickly, she was pinching the hard nub of her clit between her fingers, slowly pressing and releasing in a rhythm that suited listening to Sela’s explicit tale as relayed by Tammy.
“She said the next day they drove over to Sunnyvale to a sex shop they sometimes visited to buy or rent a sexy video, and she had Roger show her the section with the kind of videos like the one he’d brought home the day before. She said there were several, and she had him pick out one he’d watched without her, one that turned him on a lot. Then they went to the sex toys section, and she asked him what size dildo he thought he could take for the ass-fucking she was going to give him. She said that shocked him, and he said he hadn’t really thought about it.”
Tammy paused, but Alana didn’t — it felt delicious to play with her clit, teasing some of the moisture from her pussy up to her now distended pink nub as she listened to what Tammy was saying, all the while imagining the scene (but substituting unknown, unnamed characters — there was just no way she wanted to think about Roger and Sela doing these things). Her handsome man and sexy lady were in some garishly lit sex shop standing in front of a selection of dildos, the woman asking the man which of the dildos he thought would fit inside his asshole when she fucked him with it.
Have I always wanted to do this to a guy, but I just never realized it?
“So she said she would make the decision for him, and that she thought it would be just perfect if they got a dildo that was the same size as his hard cock.”
“Oh, my,” said Alana, struggling to hide the fact that she was now in full-blown masturbation mode.
“Then she asked Roger to tell her — saying that she knew he would know because he must have been secretly masturbating to stories about guys getting screwed in the ass by women wearing strapons — to tell her what kind of strapon dildo would feel the best for HER when she fucked him. I’m not lying when she said that he knew instantly, jostled her a few feet to the left, and picked out this kind of a dildo called a ‘feeldoe’ which is designed to give the woman G-spot orgasms when she fucks a guy in the ass because of the shape of this oval thingy that goes inside the woman’s vagina. Sela returned the one he had put in her hand to the shelf because she said the shaft didn’t look quite as big as his hard dick, and she picked out the version which was bigger.”
“God, this is unbelievable,” Alana said, risking no further comment but desperately wanting this story to go on.
And she continued rolling her hard clit under her fingertips.
“They bought a harness and some lube to go along with the video and the dildo and drove back home. Sela said she told Roger to strip as soon as he walked in the door and to wait for her, thinking about what it was going to feel like when she took his anal cherry. Alana, I swear, that’s exactly what she said. She told him she was going to take his cherry, just like he was a virgin.”
Those words sent Alana over the edge, and the phone dropped to the mattress as a mini-orgasm coursed through her body. Retrieving it and returning it to her ear, Tammy was continuing with Sela’s saga:
“. . . said that the feeling was incredible when she slid the bulb inside her pussy and looked at herself in the mirror. She said she couldn’t wait to lube up the shaft in front of Roger, make him watch as she prepared to fuck him in the ass. I swear that she shivered with the memory of what she was telling me at that point, Alana. I am not kidding. Sela was so far into the memory that she was reliving it, and God help me, I could tell that her nipples were hard.”
Oh, shit! thought Alana, I’m gonna come again . . .
“So she goes out into the living room, the black shaft sticking up from her crotch and feeling so sexy that she said she would have had an orgasm just walking around like that for a minute or two. Then she switches into dialogue mode, repeating what she said to him: ‘Do you like my cock, Roger?’ She said he just nodded, his dick sticking straight up as he sat on the sofa. ‘Then tell me how hot it gets you, baby. Tell me how much you like seeing me this way.’ And he did, and she said he was like, leaking pre-cum, and it was rolling down the shaft of his cock. ‘Stroke your cock for me while you tell me how much you like it,’ she told him, and she said he said the nastiest, most arousing things to her that made her have this series of tiny orgasms that made her pussy pulse around that bulb.”
Alana pulled her hand away from her crotch. It was too delicious to just sit there and tease herself, knowing that when she hung up she was going to masturbate intently, desperately, using the vibrator to fuck herself as she played with her clit. The orgasm was going to be powerful.
“What did he say?”
“Jesus, Alana! You’re getting into this story, aren’t you?”
“Like you aren’t?”
“But it’s Sela and Roger, and . . .”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. And so do you. But, Tammy, don’t for a second tell me that this tale of Sela’s isn’t having exactly the same effect on you as it is on me.”
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
“And that’s why you’re telling me, isn’t it? You want me to tell you you’re not a pervert or something by being aroused by the thought of what Sela and Roger did.”
“Busted,” said Tammy. “I can’t get it out of my head. I even went to that sex shop and bought one of those videos.”
“Hah!” crowed Alana triumphantly. “I knew it!”
“Alana, have you ever thought about, well, you know, thought about doing what Sela told me she did?”
“Not until driving home tonight,” answered Alana truthfully.
“But you did think about it after hearing Sela blurt it out in the bar tonight?” “Yes.”
The relief in Tammy’s voice was palpable. “So none of us must be pervs. We all must be turned on by the thought of strapping into a dildo and screwing a guy in the ass.”
“The Three Musketeers,” giggled Alana.
“Jesus, Alana . . . the video. The effect it had on me . . .”
“But what happened with Sela and Roger?”
“Well, Sela kept on with her story, saying that Roger told her he loved the way she looked with her fake cock sticking up from her pussy. She said Roger looked in her eyes when he said that there was something incredibly sexy about seeing her like that, knowing what having a fake cock between her legs meant she could do and how she looked fantastically sexy in a new way. He said she had a kind of confident swagger to the way she moved that was more sexually exciting than he could imagine. Then, and this just completely floored me, she told him to get down on his knees in front of her and show her how much he liked her fake cock.”
“No!” whispered Alana.
“Yes. She said he did it, got down on his knees in front of her and opened his mouth. Then she said he looked up at her and sealed his lips around the end of the shaft. ‘That’s what I like,’ she told him, and she put her hands on his head and urged him to start sucking.”
There was a pause, and Alana wondered why Tammy had stopped.
“Oh, damn, I can’t even tell that part without getting distracted by what that must have looked like, what it must have felt like for Sela to have Roger admit to this really, really intimate thing that he wanted, how much he had to trust her to do that. Alana, I can’t even wrap my head around how a man could do that, be that vulnerable, and then cheat on the woman who gave him such an intimate pleasure.”
“I can’t wrap my head around any of this,” Alana answered, “but we both know that it’s having an effect on us.”
“You’re right about that. Anyway, Sela said he wasn’t good at taking her fake cock in his mouth, but that just the sight of him with only an inch or two pushed past his lips was the sexiest, hottest thing she had ever seen because it was such a power rush. Not like a dominatrix thing or anything, she said, just that this feeling of being the one with the hard cock was such a turn-on for her. She said that seeing him on his knees with the shaft of the dildo in his mouth and feeling the other end inside her pussy made her so hot to fuck him in the ass that she couldn’t wait to do it to him.”
Alana was tugging on one nipple and squeezing her thighs together, knowing that she would fantasize about every single thing Tammy was saying Sela had told her. Her masturbation fantasy after the phone call, though, would be far better than Tammy’s relation of Sela’s narrative. Alana’s masturbatory fantasy would be delicious and sexy and arousing and erotic because it would be her first strapon man-fucking fantasy, and her fantasy story would not be about Sela and Roger.
Instead, it would be Alana and — what was the guy’s name? Well, stage name, anyway, but that would do for fantasizing. Trent. That was it. Trent, the paratrooper in The Tuxedo’s male revue. Nice smile, pretty eyes. And he had a lovely, thick, circumcised cock, the kind Alana loved to see, adored watching grow to erection. Her memory of Trent then served up the sight of his ass, which was simply fantastic.
Tammy’s narrative quickly snapped her attention back to the phone. “‘Get up and open this lube,’ she told Roger. She had him pour some on the shaft of the dildo and show her how he would stroke it and smear the lube around if it were his cock that he was preparing to fuck her in the ass. She said that made his dick jump and bounce, and that he scrambled to his feet and did exactly what she said. Then she started telling me all the things she was saying to him while he stroked the shaft of her strapon dildo. Stuff like, ‘That’s it, Roger. Stroke my cock. Get my cock all nice and lubed up. You’re gonna want it to be real slick when I push it into your asshole. And then you’re really going to be glad there’s lots and lots of lube on it when I start to fuck you, stroking my cock into your tight little bottom and then pulling it out only to push back in again and really start fucking you.”
Alana swallowed hard. Tammy’s comment about what Sela told Roger to do was just outrageous! “Stroke my cock.” Sela had told Roger to stroke HER cock.
“Then she told him to bend over the arm of the sofa, reach behind him, and pull his asscheeks wide apart so she could see how much he wanted to be fucked.”
“I can’t believe this! I cannot believe it!” Alana exclaimed. The visual, though, was something that would not leave the screen of her mind on which her personal version of this fantastic narration was playing: Trent, bent over, his strong hands gripping the globes of that delectable ass as he was spreading himself open for Alana.
“I swear, Alana, I’m sure I was sitting there with the stupidest, stunned expression on my face. You have no idea what was racing through my mind. I was trying NOT to think about Sela and Roger doing these things, but she kept on telling me everything. My god! Have you ever even THOUGHT about seeing a guy in that position?”
Alana was thinking about it right now.
Hearing no response, Tammy kept on. “I know I hadn’t ever thought about it. At least, not until that day listening to this crazy tale coming out of Sela’s mouth.”
“But you’ve thought of it since, Tammy. You said you actually bought one of those videos.” Alana’s response wasn’t accusatory. Her tone was reassuring.
“What Sela told you obviously must have had enough of an effect on you that you went out and bought a video so you could see what it would look like for a woman to do that to a guy.”
“Yeah. I know.”
Tammy’s voice was quiet.
“So maybe you’d do it with a guy sometime?”
A pause. A long pause.
“Yes.” Tammy’s answer was even quieter.
“So would I.”
“Good grief, Tammy! You know what this story did to you. Don’t you think it’s doing the same thing to me?”
Finally, her friend chuckled, and Alana knew they were both much more at ease now.
“So what did Sela say next?”
Picking up her tale with renewed enthusiasm, Tammy said, “This was the part that was in some kind of weird, strange way, the most tender, most heart-breaking to hear. Sela said that standing behind Roger in that position, seeing him spread himself open for her, showing her every inch of his privacy, exposing every crinkle of his asshole to her gaze just melted her heart. ‘He must really trust me,’ she said. ‘He must be thinking: Shit! What if she thinks I’m some kind of idiot?’ But she said that it was the most tender, most arousing, most intimately erotic moment of their entire marriage. She said it was insanely hot, her knowing she was going to push inside of him for the first time, fuck him in his virgin asshole. God, Alana! Her eyes were all watery and misty! I thought she was going to break down and start bawling right then.”
Alana’s stomach did a flip-flop. This nasty, straight-from-a-porno act that Sela was describing to Tammy not only drove her crazy with lust, it was doing so precisely because it wasn’t just sex. It was sex and love mixed together in a powerful cocktail. Unbelievable lust AND unbelievable love — all from the act of strapon fucking your husband!
“Then Sela got this little smile and said, ‘You might think that your man’s asshole is . . . well, you know, not something you ever want to see, Tammy. But when you’re strapped into a dildo that you know gives you the ability to penetrate him like he does to your pussy when you make love, then you get a whole different idea about how beautiful that crinkly little opening is. I got so turned on by him showing me where I was gonna fuck him. It must be something like how hot a guy gets the first time he makes love to a woman and sees her pussy.'”
Alana was riveted to Tammy’s narration.
“Sela said that seeing him like that, his asshole pink and cute and so very sexy, only corroborated the fact that he was ready to give up a part of himself to her that was so special, so incredibly loving AND erotic that it made her crazy in love with him. She said she had an orgasm right then, standing behind Roger as he spread his asscheeks apart for her, desperate for her to fuck him in the asshole and make her the woman who took away his virginity.”
Not realizing how tightly she had been pressing the phone to her ear, Alana eased off a bit, wanting to hear everything as clearly as possible. “Shit, Tammy — have you ever heard anything that mixed up love and pure, raw lust so inseparably? Sela must have been so completely devastated by the divorce after having that kind of connection to Roger.”
“That’s why I just sat and listened, Alana. It was heartbreaking to see how much she missed him and at the same time knowing what he’d done to her. Shit! How must that be for her?”
The two friends considered that for a moment, their hearts really aching for their friend. They commiserated for a bit, sympathizing, planning ways to be even more supportive.
“So,” Alana said after a moment, the two of them feeling better about an additional idea or two to help their friend, “she did it? She went all the way and actually used the strapon on him?”
“Oh, yeah,” Tammy answered, the certainty and the emphasis in her voice coming through loud and clear. “She said she took her time, starting by just tapping his asshole lightly with the end of the shaft, telling him that she wanted him open for her. He moaned, and then she said she almost fainted with lust when she saw a small opening appear in the center of his asshole. ‘It was like this intimate, incredibly sexy invitation to take him, Tammy,’ she said. ‘Hearing him moan AND open up for me — you have no idea what that did to me.’ I couldn’t even imagine; could you?” Tammy asked.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, Tammy,” Alana answered, “but I know I WILL imagine it. Sela’s story about this has opened up a whole new kind of sexplay for me that I know I’m gonna want to try out for myself.”
“Yeah, I’m the same,” Tammy acknowledged. “What I meant was, at that moment, sitting there hearing her say these things — these intimate, outrageous, incredible things about what she had done with Roger — well, I was just stunned. So Sela was absolutely right. I had NO idea of the effect their scenario must have had on her.”
“Tammy, I would have been just like you,” Alana said. “The only difference for me is that I’ve had a few hours of advance notice because of what Sela said in the bar. I can’t imagine what it was like for you to hear this stuff out of the blue like that.” “For sure,” Tammy agreed. “By the time she reached this part of the story, though, I have to admit that I was starting to become, uhm . . . ah, well, you know, I was-”
“Yeah, I know,” said Alana with a small chuckle to put her friend a bit more at ease. “We care about Sela, and hearing this puts a whole new spin on my understanding of what she’s going through and how difficult it must be for her. But there’s no way that hearing about this can’t make me curious to see how it feels for myself.”
“Well, Sela did not spare any words in her description of what it was like to actually slide the shaft of her dildo inside Roger’s asshole as he held himself open for her. She said that it was completely entrancing to watch the black shaft disappear inside him inch by inch. And she said she did it really, really slowly, both because she wanted to give him time to adjust so that it didn’t hurt him AND because it was just so freakin’ sexy to see ‘her cock’ — she said it again that way — to see ‘her cock’ going inside his asshole, hearing him moan, feeling the backs of his hands as she pressed forward all the way, the dildo bottoming out inside him. ‘Take your hands away, baby,’ she said. ‘I want to feel your naked ass up next to me when I’m screwing you.'”
“Shit!” Alana whispered. “Damn, that is hot!”
“And then it became so very clear how much she loved this, Alana. She said she grabbed Roger’s shoulders for leverage and pushed the dildo as deep inside him as she could get, feeling the bulb of the feeldoe moving around inside her pussy as a result. Then she dropped this bombshell that this feeldoe thing she’d bought also had ridges at the base of the shaft, and that she discovered they felt great against her clit as she was squirming against Roger’s ass. ‘It was just divine, Tammy.’ I swear. That’s exactly how she said it: ‘It was just divine!'”
The phone conversation had reached the point where Alana was now starting to become very impatient to grab her vibrator and launch into her own fantasy of screwing Trent in the ass. “So, did Sela, you know, really fuck him with that feeldoe strapon?”
“You better believe it. She said that when she felt what the fucking motion did to her — the ridges on the shaft rubbing against her clit when she slammed home against his ass, the bulb in her pussy nudging up against her G-spot every time she backed out of his asshole before pumping forward again — well, when she felt how fantastic it was to do it to him, she knew she was going to have the most intense orgasm of her life when it happened. He was moaning and squirming under her as he lay draped over the arm of the couch, and she said it thrilled her beyond belief when she realized he was wiggling around trying to reach underneath himself in order to grab his cock and start jacking off. ‘Get up,’ she said, still keeping the shaft buried in his butt, ‘let’s get down on the floor so you can fist your hard cock, baby.'”
That visual made Alana’s nipples ache so much it felt like pincers on them, pulsing with her heartbeats.
“So they managed the few steps to the carpet in front of the fireplace, and Roger put his shoulders to the floor and his ass up, spreading his knees apart in the process. Sela said the shaft of the dildo popped out while they were doing this, but that it was perfect that it happened, because it gave her a chance to see him opened up for her again, but this time there was more of an opening from the screwing she’d been giving him. ‘You can’t imagine how hot it was to see him in that position, so crazy with lust for me to continue his ass fucking that he was jacking his cock. God, it was such an incredible turn-on seeing him opened up for me, hot for me to fuck him, and so desperate for all of it that his fist was pumping up and down his hard cock as his balls jiggled in their sac with the motion.'”
“Oh, shit, Tammy, this is just so unbelievable. And it’s so hot, too. I’m glad it was you and not me that heard this from Sela. I don’t know what I would have done!”
“It was just about impossible to keep from running out of the room so Sela wouldn’t realize the effect her story was having on me, Alana,” Tammy said. “But thank god they were fast approaching the point in the story when things couldn’t go any further without their orgasms, and I was praying that Sela would stop with her tale at that point, and I could excuse myself to go to the bathroom or something in order to calm down.”
“So she did finish the story?”
“She said that seeing Roger stroking his cock like that and asking her to finish his fucking meant that both of them were going to have explosive climaxes, so she crouched down behind him, lined up the end of the dildo onto the center of the opening he was presenting her, and she said she buried it to the hilt in one thrust and instantly began pumping in and out, pulling the thing almost all the way out but then slamming it back in deep, fucking him so good that she knew he was going to be sore for a week. She said that when his orgasm hit and he stiff-armed the rug and lifted his head to make this deep man-moan that was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard, her orgasm hit her like a freight train, so intense she said she saw stars.”
“Damn!” Alana was tugging insistently on one nipple. She knew the coverlet beneath her had soaked up a wet spot where she was sitting.
“Then she looked at me and said, ‘How could a man who’d do that for me run off and sleep with some other woman?’ And she burst into tears, leaning forward and rocking and sobbing in these big, wracking gasps. Alana, it was just awful. I put my arm around her, and we rocked together for a minute before she recovered enough to sit up, wipe her tears away, and I knew she was back in the moment.”
“Poor Sela,” Alana said sadly. “No wonder she’s having such a hard time adjusting.”
“Yeah, I know.”
There was silence as the two of them thought about Sela’s struggles.
“So, what she said in the bar tonight,” Alana said, breaking the silence. “It sounds like she’s not going to risk making an emotional connection with another man unless she knows ahead of time that he’s going to be open to-”
“‘Open’ is right,” Tammy broke in.
The comment broke through the relative somber tone their phone conversation had taken, and Alana and Tammy both felt the relief, laughing at the implication.
“Finding all that good stuff with a guy — you know, a man who will allow himself to be that vulnerable in order to give his partner pleasure — that’s not something any woman should give up on looking for, but I don’t know about Sela’s approach, do you?” Alana asked. “I mean, starting out first only with fuckbuddies in order to find a guy who’ll do those things and THEN figuring out if he’s long-term material. Seems to me that it would be almost impossible to do it that way.”
Tammy agreed. “I have to believe that you find a guy in the usual way, eventually go to bed with him — in the usual way — and at that point, if the relationship is going well you can somehow find out if he’d, um-”
“Get naked and bend over for you?” Alana giggled. They both laughed.
“You don’t think there’s anything about guys liking this meaning they’re more likely to be jerks like Roger, do you?” Tammy asked.
Alana considered the question, a brief flash of disappointment quickly evaporating under only minimal scrutiny. “No. If anything, selfish jerks would probably be LESS likely to open up and be vulnerable. Who knows? Maybe the good stuff about Roger, including this kind of sexplay with Sela, is a part of his nature, and he just went crazy or something to do what he did that caused their divorce.”
“I hope,” Tammy said. “I mean, wanting to have this kind of intimacy with a woman and being a good guy aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive, right?”
“Gotta be the case,” Alana replied. “There must be nice guys around with the guts to try things in bed just because they know their women might like them. Then, based on what you’re telling me Sela said about Roger, guys who DO bend over the first time for their incredibly aroused girlfriends and wives must find out they like it. I mean . . . Roger, the scene in the video Roger and Sela watched, the scene in the video YOU have . . . seems that women strapping on a dildo and giving their guys a ride that’s mind-blowing for both the woman and the man must mean that guys can come to enjoy taking a strapon dildo up their butts for the women they love.”
Tammy sighed. “But how would you bring something like that up?” she asked. “If the idea is something the guy has never thought of, how could you convince him to let you lead him up to the point where he was ready for it?”
“Good point. It sounded like it wasn’t a problem Sela had to worry about, though. It was Roger who brought home that video and was obviously turned on by that scene.”
“Lucky her, at least in that regard,” Tammy said. “For instance, you remember Tom? We dated for about nine months a couple of years ago. He was a good lover, we enjoyed each other’s company, had a lot of fun, even though we knew there was no long-term potential. By six months into the relationship we’d done all kinds of sexual stuff, some of it pretty adventurous, but I can’t dream of how I would have brought up-”
“Adventurous?” Alana interrupted.
“I knew you were gonna to ask that,” Tammy laughed. “Though it’s not the point of this conversation, let’s just say we liked to role play occasionally.”
“Schoolgirl and principal? Doctor and patient? Cheerleader and football player?”
“Try ‘prisoner and prison guard.'”
“Ooooh, sounds deliciously naughty, Tammy. I would never have guessed!”
“Like I said,” Tammy continued, “it isn’t the point of this conversation. What I’m getting at is that even with Tom, even after we’d done some relatively kinky things in our sexplay, I can’t imagine asking him to let me fuck him in the asshole with a strapon dildo.”
“I can’t imagine you asking that, either,” laughed Alana. “Or me asking that of a guy, even after a year into a relationship. But Sela’s story was so-o-o-o-o hot. It’s got me all worked up, and I just have to try it with a guy at least once.”
“Me too,” said Tammy. “Do you think we’ll ever get the chance?”
“Well, we could kind of reverse engineer what happened to Sela, I guess,” Alana said, gathering enthusiasm for the idea as soon as it came out of her mouth. “Did you and Tom, or you and any guy for that matter, ever watch pornos together? I’ll make it easy to answer that, Tammy, by going first. I’ve done it several times with a couple of guys.”
“I see where you’re going with this,” Tammy said, eagerness creeping into her own voice. “What if we slip in a video with a strapon scene, just to test the waters with the guys in our future? Maybe it becomes really simple after all: Show them a guy taking it up the ass from a girl in a strapon, and see if they get hard-ons.”
“Could work,” Alana mused. “It would have to be the right video, though.”
“I know of one — the one I went to the sex shop and bought after Sela told me what she did.”
“Perfect! Was it good?”
“I gotta tell you, Alana, you really have to look. I must have been in that store for 30 minutes reading the storyline descriptions and looking at the pictures on the DVD covers. There are lots of videos showing guys getting fucked by women in strapons, but you have to look really hard to find one that isn’t just that — ‘getting fucked’ — which, I’m sad to say, means these dungeon scenarios and mean-looking women strapped into these huge dildos. The descriptions on those videos make it clear there’s nothing really sexy going on, just domination and humiliation.”
“Eeeeww,” said Alana, her revulsion clearly evident.
“But I did find one, finally, that looked promising. Wouldn’t you know, it was done by a female-owned production company. It’s got steamy sex in it, good-looking actors, and if you can believe this, an actual plot. But, Alana, when it comes to the strapon scene, it was even hotter than what Sela related to me. I guess seeing it made a difference, but watching that guy on all fours, the way he arches his butt up because he’s so hot for the woman to fuck him, seeing his cock hard and pulsing as it bounces underneath his abdomen . . ..”
Alana’s breath caught in her throat. Tammy’s description was over-the-top arousing.
“And, damn, watching the woman slide her dildo into his ass and then begin screwing him. God! That is sexy. Her breasts jiggle with the motion, and she’s grabbing onto his hips to be able to stroke him deep and then pull back out while he squirms in her grasp, moaning about how good it feels.”
“Shit! I have got to get that video!”
“Yes, you do.”
“Do they both come in that scene?”
“Well, you never know about the woman’s orgasm in pornos, but if she didn’t, she should win the Oscar, the Emmy, and the Congressional Medal of Honor in my opinion. And it was obvious about his orgasm — there was a huge puddle of cum underneath him when the scene ended, and the camera angle caught a couple of those spurts, so nothing was faked.”
A light sheen of perspiration had worked up on Alana’s breasts, and she knew that this phone conversation with Tammy was going to have to come to an end quickly.
“The title, Tammy! Tell me the title!”
“Pam’s Addiction is the title.”
“And the shop has more copies?”
“I don’t know. There was only one when I was there, but I went to the production company’s web site and found they have several videos which have scenes like that. My next order should arrive in a couple of days.”
“Tammy, you haven’t found a guy yet and done this, have you?”
“Are you thinking of Brett?”
“You guys have been going out for — what? — three months?”
“We’re not at this point yet, Alana.”
“What are you asking?”
“You know — when you do get there, it sounds like you already have everything you need to find out if Brett might be the first guy you get to screw in the ass.”
Tammy didn’t respond to Alana’s suggestion.
“You’re thinking of it right now, aren’t you!?” Alana asked, a mixture of “gotcha!” and “you lucky lady!” infused into her question.
“We haven’t watched a porn video together yet,” Tammy began slowly, “but, yeah, this approach might work. Probably the first time we watch a porno, I should let him pick the title. The second time, I’m going to pop Pam’s Addiction into the DVR.”
“How long, Tammy? How long before you think you guys will be at the watching-a-porno-together stage?”
“Who knows? A week? A month? Maybe we’ll never get there.”
“Three months, Tammy. You guys have been dating for three months, so you’ve already gone down on him, haven’t you?”
“A lady never tells,” Tammy answered, feigning a southern accent dripping with mint julep imagery.
“That means, ‘yes,’ I know it!” laughed Alana.
They both started laughing, the shared intimacies of girl talk on a lighter note a welcome change after considering their friend’s troubles.
“So tell me,” Alana asked, “the guy in Pam’s Addiction — is he cute?” “Drop dead gorgeous. Beautiful brown eyes; strong, sexy shoulders; this fantastic, round, firm butt that just screams to be grabbed and squeezed. He’s the whole package all right, all the way down to his gorgeous cock.”
“Okay, Tammy. That’s it. I need to go to bed now, so I’m gonna click off.”
“You do have an extra set of batteries, right?” teased Tammy.
“Too bad for you, Alana. I’m going into the den and turn on the DVR right now.”
Alana thumbed off her phone, grinning at Tammy’s parting comment.
Tomorrow she’d google “Pam’s Addiction female erotica” to find the production company which seemed to value a sexy, arousing, erotic and sensual strapon man-fucking scene and order whatever looked promising, including Pam’s Addiction since Tammy’s description of the guy who was naked and on all fours opening himself up to the heroine’s thrusts pushed all of Alana’s buttons.
Meantime, she had a threesome fantasy date at this very moment: Trent from The Tuxedo, herself, and her vibrator.