I had just cum, and was in a state of half euphoria and half fear, when I asked my boyfriend if he had really sent that.
“Did I really do it? Would you like it?”
“I… I don’t know. Maybe it’s a little too much for me. I already feel ashamed enough for telling you all this, so if Tom also knew…”
“You don’t have to feel ashamed, not with me. I like the fact that you have some ‘secret’ desires. You know, I have fantasies too, and if we can talk about them freely, that’s fine with me!”
“We’ve never really talked about any of this. I wouldn’t even know where to start, or even what to say.”
“How about we start with Tom?”
I felt terribly ashamed. My boyfriend and I have always had a very open relationship sexually. Not in the swinging sense, but I knew he often masturbated, I even knew where and when. Actually, I even knew what he was masturbating to. And the same goes for him, more than once he caught me fondling myself, whether it was alone in the shower, with the shower head, or in front of a porno in the middle of the night.