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When he pulled back, I bucked to meet him halfway, and I moaned as he went balls deep in me.
My tits were flat against his chest and his balls slapped my taint and he stayed on top the entire time. Somehow I wasn’t concerned. I knew he’d open up to me more sexually later but for this first time, it was about him claiming me, owning me as he put it earlier. He was marking his territory. And I was faithfully his.”
“Do you think I can have a glass of water?” Tension asked.
He looked spent, like he’d been with me in my story, fucking me the whole time.
“Is everything okay, Detective?”
“Yes, everything’s fine. It’s an intense…story.”
“It gets much better. They don’t call it Erotic Mayberry for nothing.”
I got up to go get him a glass of water and as I stood in the kitchen filling his glass, I pulled off my panties and set them on the counter. Then I slipped two fingers between my legs and dabbed at my pussy. I was so wet. Remembering my first night with Bastian always did that to me. We had so many other sexual romps but that one was our first and that made it significant enough to stay with me forever.
I walked back to the living room and handed him the glass of water. Then I turned and placed my panties on the coffee table between us. He stared at them.
“I’m sorry, telling my story gets me a little…well…aroused. And the fabric was bothering me. I’d rather feel free.”
“I’m sure you would,” Tension replied.
“Yes, I like freedom. Freedom to go where I want, freedom to meet who I want, freedom to fuck. Freedom.”
“And did Bastian give you this freedom you so crave?”
I laughed. It was a great question and he was definitely playing along. He would be desperate to bend me over the sofa arm by the end of my story and I was trying to decide if I’d let him.
“Bastian gave me lots of things. Freedom? Well, let me tell you the rest of my story and you can decide for yourself.”
“Later that evening, as we lay in bed spooning, he explained more about my new life. He loved to spoon and so did I. Mmm, the feeling of a man’s flaccid cock at the crack of your ass. Delicious.
“This place is different from anywhere else you’ve ever lived or even visited,” he assured me.
“Yes, it’s beautiful. So clean and so…”
“I wouldn’t call it clean,” he interrupted. “In fact, this might be the dirtiest neighborhood in existence.”
“I don’t understand.”
“How do I put this the right way? This is a very sexual neighborhood. Some strange things go on here. Strange but good. If you can get used to the lifestyle, you’ll find that nearly all stress melts away and every moment is a good time.”
“Sexual neighborhood? Ha. Did I just find my dream community?”
He chuckled but went back to explaining.
“It’s not for everyone. First of all, an open mind is definitely needed in order to truly get the experience. You know how there are swinger clubs?”
“Of course.”
“Well…this is basically a big swinger community. No jealousy. No anger. Just…fuck and be merry.”
Swingers? That was unexpected. What did that even mean? Was I going to have to share Bastian with other women? Was I going to be shared with other men? I think he sensed the concern in my silence.
“Nothing will ever be forced on you. But this lifestyle is a big decision. There’s something I need to give you but later. First, I want to take you to a party tonight. If you’re comfortable with what you see and experience there, then I’ll give you a gift. I’ll explain the gift later.”
“A gift?”
I reached back and grabbed his dick, making sure to touch his balls in the process.
