The next morning Dave left early for a job interview leaving me alone in the house with James. I busied myself doing laundry in my nightdress and as I was taking some clothing up to the bedroom I heard James in the shower. When I had finished I began to descend the stairs and when I was about halfway down I heard the bathroom door open and James’s voice saying. “Good morning Judy”
I turned to reply and imagine my shock when I turned to see a completely naked James at the top of the stairs. He was slim and muscular and it was impossible not to notice his penis which wasn’t large, but was semi-erect and directly level with my eyes.
I took what Dave had said on board so not wanting to appear rude I tried to respond but could only stammer
“James….Goood morn…How are you”
“I’m fine” he replied “I slept really well. I like your nightgown. It shows off your nipples beautifully”
“Oh No” I thought. “Not again” but suddenly realizing that these were only words, and he hadn’t touched me in any way, I decided to play along a little. After all his words of last night had excited me more than anything had ever done.
“Thank you James” I replied, “Did you enjoy your shower”
“I did” he said “Especially when I stroked my cock and spurted my cum while I was thinking of your lovely cunt. Would you show it to me please?”
My head spun with these words. My legs turned to water and I had to sit on the stairs, and although shocked I also felt the blossoming sexual arousal of last night beginning once more. This man James had actually admitted that he had just a moment ago finished masturbating, something I considered disgusting, while he thought of my vagina. And now he wanted me to expose myself to him.
James continued as he stepped down the stairs toward me “I haven’t time to touch you now so best if you just lift your nightgown, open your legs, and show me”
He passed where I was sitting, his still semi erect penis passing close to my eyes, continued a few steps down and turned to face me. I will never be able to fully explain why I did what I did next. As James faced me, his face no more than a few inches from my cunt, I slowly gathered my nightgown and pulled it to my waist. I felt cool air on the wetness from my vagina as I opened my legs. From that moment I knew my life would never be the same.
James took his time looking and finally said “Thank you Judy. Your cunt looks delicious. I look forward to giving it my undivided attention at some other time” and as he returned upstairs past me, so aroused was I that I instinctively reached out and lightly touched his still semi rigid penis with the back of my hand. It was only when he had passed that I noticed his cock had left a tiny dribble of semen on my hand. I had never seen semen before. I had felt it sticky and wet between my legs after having sex with Dave as he never penetrated very far inside me leaving most of his semen on my thighs which I quickly washed away. But now, seeing this creamy white dribble on my hand I was intrigued and smeared a little between my fingers feeling the slick, slippery texture. Then I did something I could never have considered previously. I put the end of my finger on my tongue to see what it tasted like. I loved the slightly salty taste and wished there was more to sample…
God I was being sooo naughty….!
And then the guilt hit. What the hell was I doing? It was less than 24 hours since James had rung the doorbell, and during that time I had endured sexually explicit comments, both alone and in front of my husband, seen James naked, exposed my cunt to him, touched his cock and tasted his semen.
Plus what was “Haven’t got time to touch you” and “Giving it my undivided attention” all about..?
And all this bought about because of his honest, open and very frank comments, something I should be praising not condemning. I was so confused but although I was enjoying the sexual feelings that he aroused in me, feelings I never realized I was capable of having, this clearly had to stop. I decided there and then that when Dave returned home I would tell him all that had happened, and hope he would forgive me and throw James out. Hopefully we could then get back to some sort of normality.
As James had now left for his work (I had no knowledge of what he did for a living) I decided to shower and get dressed and as I showered I recalled what James had said about stroking his cock, and wanting to see my cunt. I surprised myself by thinking the words ´cock´ and ´cunt´ instead of penis and vagina and found I enjoyed using these words.
Then I realized I was standing in the exact same position in the shower as he was when he “spurted thinking of my cunt” I became very aroused again and almost without thinking I let my fingers drift toward my cunt. I couldn’t get the picture of him rubbing his cock out of my mind and rubbed my cunt with thoughts of him doing it. I even looked around the shower to see if he had left any traces of his semen for me to sample again but I couldn’t see any. Then for the first time in my life I felt a blossoming sensation deep in my cunt. Small contractions began to pulse through me and culminated in a small burst of incredible pleasure that I thought afterwards was perhaps an orgasm. I had not experienced this before but had read that some women had very strong orgasms but others had none. I assumed I was one of the latter as I hadn’t had feelings like this when having sex with Dave, possibly due to my small cunt. Afterwards as I dried myself the guilty feelings hit again and I resolved once more to tell Dave everything.
Dave got home about 8 o’clock in the evening before James had returned. After dinner we sat down to watch TV. I was dreading the moment I had to tell him about James but the time had finally arrived. But before I could speak Dave said “I have been looking up James’s condition online and it really is interesting. It is very rare and just as his card says he cannot tell untruths. He also voices his thoughts immediately he has them which helps explain his comments about you the other evening. Apparently most sufferers live totally normal lives if those around them are kind and understanding, but for obvious reasons they find it difficult to find employment” He went on “Look, I know you were upset about his comments, but I really do think we ought to treat him as normal as possible”
“But Dave…” I began. “No but’s” he said “I tried again “Dave…you don’t know what he said to me…”
“I don’t really care what he said” he continued “Think about what life must be like for him poor guy. Let’s show him some sympathy”
I clearly wasn’t getting through to him, and considered telling him about this morning’s incident, but to be truthful I was a little angry because he wouldn’t listen so I kept quite. Also I had to admit to myself that the thought of ‘this morning’s incident’ was exciting me more than I cared to admit….
That night I had a most vivid dream. I dreamed that I was the one who was in the shower pleasuring myself, and who stood naked at the top of the stairs and called ‘Good Morning’ to James has he descended. He asked me if I enjoyed my shower. It was I who replied that “I enjoyed pleasuring myself thinking of your cock. May I see it?” It was I who went down to him as he sat on the stair and looked as he unzipped and took his cock out…..It was a complete role reversal and I loved it. I awoke with a start, not quite realizing if I was dreaming or not…I was soaking wet between my legs…I had even soaked the sheet through.
James had arrived home late for a couple of days running, a long time after Dave and I had gone to bed, so there were no new comments for me to think about. Not that I needed new comments as the previous ones had more than kept me busy over the past few days. What he did for a living remained a mystery but he certainly kept strange hours. I thought I must ask him the next time I saw him.
That evening was the meeting of Dave’s model making club, something he never missed. As he left the house about 7.30 James arrived back. We said “Hi” and I closed the door behind him.
“Had a hard day at work James?” I asked, hoping to get some idea of what he did for a living, and secretly hoping he would make some comment about me as we were now alone once more just as we were this morning.
I was a little disappointed when he simply replied “Not too bad”
Determined to get an idea of his work I simply asked him “What is it you do James? Who do you work for?”
“I work for myself” He replied “I have tried all sorts of jobs in the past but they never lasted long as no-one really had time to read my card, and if they did most didn’t understand my condition anyway. What I needed was a job where I could do something on a one-to-one basis. I could show them my card and they could then decide if they wanted to proceed or not. Eventually I found such a job and trained and qualified as a masseur. This worked perfectly for me as I could show my card to a client before beginning, and then they could make up their mind if they wanted to proceed or not. Of course some didn’t and that’s no problem. I never feel annoyed or upset when this happens as I am used to it now. Most of the clients who agreed were women so I deal exclusively with them now. Almost without exception they are married women”
“Wow” I thought “a Masseur…Who would have guessed it. That explained the odd working hours”
“I would never have guessed that James” I said and then added “would you like a drink?” He said yes and he went through into the lounge as I prepared our drinks. Presently I joined him and sat in a chair opposite.
“I have never had a massage” I said to James which was quite true “Is it as relaxing as they say it is?”
“It is very relaxing” said James “Especially if clients allow the masseur to dictate what type of massage is required. I can always tell what my ladies want but most are too embarrassed to ask. As you know I don’t have that problem so I mostly decide for them” I genuinely didn’t know what he meant by this so I asked “Could you tell what sort of massage I might want then?”………
“Oh yes” he said “You are quite easy to read, especially since you showed me your cunt”
I inwardly shivered at these words and wanted to hear more “How would you massage me then James”
“I would rather show you Judy” He said, and purposely crossed the room toward me. Although I hadn’t expected this at all I allowed him to take my arm and lead me toward the stairs.
He started talking as he gently ushered me towards his room. “I have had an opportunity to watch you with your husband Judy. This is something that rarely happens with my clients and I can see that although outwardly happy, you do have some desires that are not being fulfilled by Dave. You showed me your cunt willingly and with minimal resistance, and of course I noticed you briefly
stroked my cock. I hope it made your cunt wet and hot. Did you enjoy that encounter?”
My head was spinning again. I decided to answer honestly “It was…nice…different…very naughty…but nice”
“I thought so” said James “And am I also right in thinking you have sexual desires that are not being fulfilled by your husband?”
Again I answered honestly “Up until a few days ago I thought my sex life was OK, well normal, but now I see that perhaps that isn’t the case. Your comments about my breasts and vagina (I wanted to say ‘tits’ and ‘cunt’ as James had but although I used them in my head to excite me, I couldn’t say the words out load) have triggered some feelings I never knew I had”
James led me to his bed, sat me down and gently pushed me back, my legs hanging over the edge. “That’s good” he said as he lifted my dress “Many of the women I see tell me exactly the same thing”
I was aware that my panties were slick and wet around my cunt, and as he worked them down James said “The first time I did this massage was with a lady who had a sports injury. She had a groin strain that needed loosening up. As I worked on her she became a little agitated, and I realized she was becoming sexually aroused by my actions. I’m going to give you what
I gave her. That is, if you would like me to. Would you like me to massage your cunt Judy?”
I didn’t need asking twice. I thought if he can make me feel so good with just words what can he do if he touches me, so I answered “Yes please James, massage my cunt for me” and then realized I had just used the ‘cunt’ word out load for the first time ever!
I wasn’t ashamed and it felt good to have this sort of freedom around James. I added “I know my cunt is small as Dave cannot get his cock very far in. Will it make a difference to my massage do you think?”
“Don’t worry about that” James said “A lot of women think the same thing but it’s not a case of being small, more a case of not enough stimulation and preparation. Now just lay back and relax”
I lay back and closed my eyes not knowing what to expect next. What I wasn’t expecting at all, and what bought a sharp intake of breath, was the wet, cool handful of shaving foam that James began to spread through my curly black pubic hair.
“Wha..What are you doing James….Nooo….I can’t do that..Dave will see!”……………
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d38ics/part_2_the_truth_will_set_you_free_judys_new
Can’t wait to read the rest.