I met my wife Jessie in an Art's class during college. It was one of those moments, now looking back, that I knew even then would change my life. Though to what extent it did, and had ... I certainly didn't know at the time. The only thing I did know, the moment I saw her, I knew I was going to marry her. No matter what.
Oddly enough, she was the artist. I was merely modeling, in the nude mind you, for a few extra bucks on the side. I was myself a struggling writer, not an artist. I never had been very shy, a fairly decent body all things considered, though I was certainly no body builder either. But then the arts instructor hadn't been looking for that either when she approached me.
"Danny? Would you be interested in posing for a particular class of mine?" She'd asked. "You will be nude however ... think you can handle that?" Like I said, nudity wasn't a problem for me, and so I assured her I could do that. "Can I ask you another favor?" She then asked, actually blushing a little. "But only if you're interested," she then added hedging her bet a little. "It would require something else, but you'd get paid additional for doing it," she hinted.
"What's that?" I asked curiously, wondering, as she seemed obviously hesitant to even bring it up.
"Well, once a week, I also teach an erotic arts class. So not only is there nudity involved with that, but you'd also have to be comfortable enough to sport an erection during the class. If you've got a girlfriend who might be interested in joining you, that would make things easier on you perhaps, though I do have a number of girls who've also signed up to be models for us as well."
I had to think about that one, though only for a moment as she told me it paid a hundred dollars an hour, and with the class being two hours long, that was an easy eight hundred a month I could use, just for posing nude ... with an erection. Cindy, the instructor, quickly informed me there wouldn't actually be any sexual relations, just simulated expressions. More like, something was just about to happen, or just had. That kind of stuff. I figured I could handle that, though maintaining an erection for two hours wasn't going to be easy. Until she told me that very often, the artists themselves very often drew one another also posing nude as they sat drawing. So perhaps, knowing and seeing that, might keep me more or less aroused. Though keeping myself stimulated was obviously expected. I figured, "What the hell? Why not try it at least once, see how things went?" I currently wasn't seeing anyone either, so the potential for perhaps hooking up with someone seemed promising. I had no idea just how promising that would turn out to truly be, as that's when I first saw Jessie.
And the first time I even saw Jessie, I saw her nude too.
Not everyone was, just a handful, three women and one man out of a class of twelve as it turned out. I had just come out of the dressing room only wearing a robe, which I would soon be removing. Oddly enough, I'd actually popped a Viagra a short while ago, and had been sitting there looking at porn mags, working up a nice stiff erection prior to walking out. The first night would be solo. Five or six different positions, but all of which would be clearly showing off my exposed aroused member. Approaching the small platform, I soon assumed the position Cindy had asked me to do first, laying down on my back, one leg bent at the knee, one hand behind my head, the other not quite touching my hard cock, though appearing as though I was just about to. I was asked to hold this particular pose for about fifteen minutes while all about me took up whatever tools they preferred using. Whether it was simply a charcoal sketch, watercolor and brush, or oils. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jessie, though I didn't even know her name at the time. Though I daresay, I was too busy looking at her cute luscious body, which was helping to keep me focused, not to mention, stiff and straight for the class.
I guess you could say she had medium sized tits, neither too small, nor too large. Light tan areolas, slightly darker than the rest of her flesh, though the one thing she did have, and which clearly stood out, was very long thick nipples that seemed to be perpetually hard as she sat there drawing and sketching me throughout the night. I know, because I hardly took my eyes off them whenever I had the opportunity to look at her for any length of time.
She had dark shoulder length hair, which she wore in a ponytail. I later discovered she had almost emerald green eyes, a small dimple in her left cheek whenever she smiled, though at the moment she too was focused and serious as she sketched various positions and poses of me on her pad, tearing them off one after the other as she discarded some, drawing others. It was after that first class was over that I boldly approached her, introducing myself, and only then learning her name.
"Hi, I'm Danny. Mind if I see your work?" I asked.
Needless to say, I was a little surprised, and embarrassed as each and every piece she'd done ... showed differing angles of my cock only. Nothing else ... just my cock, top to bottom, from the side, some large, some exaggerated, (obviously so) and one even looking like something Picasso himself might have done. I didn't see much of a resemblance in that one, though Cindy had commented favorably on it while looking over Jessie's sketches, which is when she then further introduced the two of us though we had basically done that already. I did learn however, according to Cindy, that Jessie was one of her more promising students and really had an eye for detail. By the few sketches I had seen, I could clearly see that ... even if they were all pictures of my cock, and nothing else.
"You do good work," I had told her after Cindy had left the two of us to get even better acquainted with one another.
"You have a nice cock," she'd countered. "Make's it even more interesting to sketch when they look like yours does. Lots of differing veins, angles, especially when it throbs, like it was obviously doing earlier," she said smiling at me. "Coffee?"
I laughed. She had a way about her, which I was just beginning to discover. Almost honest to a fault, certainly open-minded as I would also learn. But she had a few deep dark secrets about herself too, that I would also eventually find out.
But for now, it was a late night coffee together at a local hangout, where I would discover that the girl sitting across from me, was the one I had every intention of eventually marrying.
Yeah, I know. Love at first sight. Something that only happens in fairytales and romantic movies perhaps. But it in fact happened to me. The only problem was, could I accept and come to terms with Jessie's passions, her quirks, kinks and interests. I would soon find out.
I figured the evening was coming to a close for the two of us as we'd already passed on another refill of coffee. Jessie was already gathering her things in preparation for leaving as I tossed a few bills on the table. She smiled, looking at me, and then said. "I'd like to watch you come. I only live a block away from here, care to come back to my place with me?" She asked as though we were discussing the weather or something. Even then, I wasn't sure I'd heard her right either, figuring she'd meant something else, or had misspoken the words in some way. I know by the confused expression on my face, she was realizing that. "Seriously, I'd like to watch you come, you know ... spurt, squirt. Come on, I'll explain it to you on the way home."
And just like that, I followed my future wife out the door of the café' back to her place, wondering as we walked side by side, now hand in hand ... if she was merely flirting with me, or teasing me. Until she actually explained herself as we walked.
"Here's the thing," she began. "And I was being serious when I asked you that. You see, for as long as I can remember now, I've had this fascination, this incredible desire and interest in seeing a man come. I love seeing it, watching it, making it happen ... or just sitting back and watching it as they make it happen. I know, some might think it's too freaky, too weird, which is why I also don't date very much. Not too many guys I know are eager to accept that, unless they're the only one doing it for me, but that's not what I'm into," she said openly. Like I said, with no reason not to be honest about it, she was ... especially since we'd just met, and she was just letting me know in no uncertain terms what she enjoyed seeing, and why. "Anyway, like I told you earlier, you have a nice looking cock, and I've been wondering all evening long what it would look like when it finally squirted, so ... you interested?"
After two hours of sitting there with an erection in the first place, and now this ... I was once again very hard, walking next to her, realizing we were headed back to her place, where I was actually going to come for her, though I of course had other hopes at the time too. Only some of which were actually accomplished ... that night. We soon reached her apartment, which was on the 1st floor, and soon followed her inside where she almost immediately directed me to sit on her couch, after removing all my clothes first, though she did as well. Like I said, I had other hopes in mind, which she soon clarified as she then took a seat in front of me. "Will it help if I masturbate in front of you while you do so for me?" She then asked. I realized then, she had been very serious, nothing else was even remotely hinted at or suggested, making it very clear to me once again, that it was all about seeing me cum. That, and nothing more.
Obviously I told her it would indeed help of course. I mean hell, if nothing else, I'd at least get to see her doing that. After all, we'd just met ... and maybe this was just her way of getting to know me better before venturing on into anything else. Though I was still a little nervous and hesitant at first, until she settled back in her own chair, and began touching and toying with herself right there in front of me. After that, it got pretty easy for me from there.
"So, do you usually come a lot? Big squirter? Or dribbler?" she asked, though at least her tone of voice had taken on a rather lusty edge to it.
"Depends I guess," I said almost matter of factly. "On how horny I am."
She smiled at that. "Well I hope then you're nice and horny, because I'd really enjoy seeing that nice hard cock of yours squirt ... a lot," she informed me. "So ... whatever I can do to help with that ... just let me know."
"Well, watching you doing that is helping a lot towards that," I assured her. "But honestly?"
"Yeah?" She replied inquisitively, almost eager to hear.
"Having someone else get me off, I mean ... besides myself, seems to always trigger a much, much bigger load."
"I've noticed that ... about most men," she agreed. "So ... would you like me to jerk you off instead of yourself then?"
"If you wouldn't mind..." I smiled back, grinning then as she stood up, crossing the room and now sitting beside me, her small delicate hand wrapping itself around my fairly meaty cock.
"Don't be afraid to tell me what you like the best," she assured me. "Tell me what you want me to do, and how to do it, so that it feels the very best, and more importantly, so that it makes you come the hardest and biggest for me that you can."
I actually enjoyed telling her what I liked and wanted her to do, which she then did. Though I also told her of course, it would also help a lot if she let me touch her a little too.
"Ok, I don't really have a problem with you doing that, just so long as you know, I have no intention of having sexual intercourse, or oral sex with you ... just now anyway. So mutual touching is fine ... for now, if you're ok with that."
Needless to say ... I was.
Five weeks went by. And though you couldn't actually say we were dating or anything, especially since the only time I saw her was the night of our erotic arts class, it inevitably ended up with the two of us going back to her place. Where we continued our somewhat reserved routine of playing with one another until we had both orgasmed. It was our sixth session, and one in which had gotten a bit more elaborate, and erotic ... though we'd been well-warned beforehand the previous week. Cindy had brought in another model, one who was equally open-minded, and certainly up for the challenge of more provocative and stimulating poses. One of which was having her kneeling over me, her mouth just millimeters away from my hard stiff cock. Twice, she had actually licked it, teasingly, once glancing over towards Jessie as she sat only a few feet away, busily sketching, catching the quick fleeting lick of my cock, and smiling at me upon seeing it!
I had returned the favor somewhat, likewise posing in a hard to hold "69" position, not quite really doing anything, but so damn fucking close to doing it that I was literally leaking like a sieve, and so was she. I had almost absentmindedly snatched up a bit of the woman's sweetness with my tongue as she hovered above me, a thin streamer of her glistening female drool suddenly forming. I watched it in abject fascination as it extended, lengthened ... only millimeters away from my mouth. Seeing it, Jessie came scrambling over, sitting inches away from us herself now, and began sketching that as furiously as she ever had before the string of girl cum finally parted actually dripping down into my waiting open mouth.
"Alright class, that will be enough for tonight," Cindy stated only moments later, though she too had seemingly stood there mesmerized, watching this erotic unplanned for spectacle. She had walked over at that point, looking over Jessie's shoulder at what she had drawn. "Now that ... is as erotic as it cums ... pun intended," she added to that, blushing and giggling somewhat embarrassedly, yet obviously aroused.
As everyone began to leave, including my nude model companion, Jessie cornered Cindy briefly, asking if she could have a moment of privacy with her after everyone had left. Curious, I prepared to leave myself too however, waiting outside for her, though she quickly motioned towards me, letting me know as she did that whatever it was she wanted to talk to Cindy about, included me as well. Remaining as I was, though putting my robe on, I sat nearby in a chair as Cindy quickly ushered out the remaining students, returning back over to where we sat waiting for her.
"You wanted to see me about something?" She asked.
"Actually, I have a bit of a favor to ask, and was wondering if you'd agree to do something for me ... for us," she now added looking towards me, though I of course had no idea what it was she was talking about.
Cindy looked at me, her face still a bit flushed, and then back to Jessie again. "Perhaps, what is it?" She then asked, though I heard a nervous catch to her tone of voice upon saying that.
"This!" Jessie said holding up the last sketch she'd just actually finished. It was stark in contrast, the details almost photogenic in nature. How she had captured it the way that she had was simply amazing. That cum-drool drip, parting even as she finished drawing it, the shape of my mouth and lips preparing to receive it, the subtle folds, intimate in every detail of the young woman's gaping pussy hovering just above me. "This ... is the moment before the moment," she said speaking excitedly, even more so than normal for her when she was usually in the "zone" as I called it. "What I want now ... is the exact moment of ecstasy!"
Cindy looked at her, eyebrows arched in question. "I'm not sure I fully understand what it is you're asking of me," she stated.
"What I am asking, is for the two of you to give me that moment of ecstasy. Yours ... and his," she spat, even more excited now. "I want to capture that penultimate moment in time!"
"I'm not even sure that's actually possible..." Cindy stammered once again looking towards me. I was only then starting to get a sense of what Jessie was asking here, curiously aroused, yet humbly silent on the matter, wondering in fact if I was about to experience something incredibly magnificent here, knowing Jessie.
"I'm asking ... because I feel like you of all people know what I'm going for here," Jessie began once more, this time speaking in less animated tones, softer in speech, questioning, not quite pleading with our instructor. "No one ever need know," she then offered as reassurance, hopefully. "But like I said, you Cindy, of all people know what I'm capable of doing here, what I can do ... but only with your help."
Cindy thought about it for a moment, suddenly checking her watch. "Ok, I can give you an hour, but no more than that. Will that be ... sufficient?"
Jessie's eyes smiled in delightful surprise that Cindy had actually agreed to this, though the specific details even then hadn't as yet been fully discussed. "More than," Jessie said.
"So ... what is it you want me ... want us," Cindy said looking towards me once again, "to do?"
"What I want ... is for the two of you, to pleasure one another to the fullest degree, no holding back. I want to capture each and every moment leading up to that. And then ... though I'll need you to prepare and forewarn me, I'll want you to tell me when it is that you're both actually going to climax. Yours ... and his. I will only have moments I know. But I know that I can capture that instant in my mind, and then draw it. So ... will the two of you do that for me? Please?"
"No holding back then right?" Cindy asked already beginning to unbutton the blouse she was wearing. You want to capture it all ... from the beginning, to the end."
"Yes," Jessie said already laying out several pads, pencils and charcoals in preparation for that. "And don't either of you worry about me, or where I am, or what I'm doing. I'll most likely be walking around you both while you're doing this anyway. All I ask ... is that you both honestly do your level best to truly pleasure the other person. Will you both do that for me? Please?"
"You really want me to do this?" I finally spoke, needing to know that if I did this, I was indeed doing it for her, and not so much for myself, though admittedly, as Cindy finally stood before me now, entirely naked, I was quite happy to accommodate her request to the best of my abilities.
"Yes, even to the point of fucking one another, if you want to. But only as long as you don't actually come inside her. I need to see that. I need to witness it the very moment it begins to happen, for either one of you," she further instructed us. "Beyond that ... just enjoy yourselves as though I wasn't even here."
Obviously, this went well beyond anything I had done so far in class, much of which, up until now anyway, had been damn borderline. But now, Jessie was asking for far more "explicit" material to work with, and with our very own instructor no less!
"No faces right?" Cindy asked one last time, as she crawled up onto the cushioned pedestal I'd been posing on all night.
"Nothing recognizable, no," Jessie assured her. "I'm not really a portrait artist anyway, and that's not what I'm shooting for here. What I want to capture, is the purest form of sensuality and erotica imaginable."
"Well in that case ... come here Danny. Teacher needs to suck that magnificent cock of yours!"
Although it didn't seem possible at first, I somehow managed to lose myself in the moment, forgetting all about Jessie as she silently slithered about and around us. Only the occasional scratches of pencil on paper alerted us to her presence. Before long, Cindy and I were about as involved as two lovers could be, pleasuring and teasing one another towards the pinnacle of climatic bliss. Only when I actually entered her, finally fucking her, did I look up glancing about for Jessie, though she had then moved further into the shadows. I could see her form, her own nude form as she stood there watching us, one hand actually down between her legs, but I could not see her face. I returned to Cindy, fucking her deeply, thrusting harder and harder into her as she soon locked her legs around my ass, meeting my thrusts, crying out deliriously now.
"Oh god ... ok, oh fuck ... fuck, I'm going to ... to ... CUM!" She announced crying out as Jessie seemingly appeared out of nowhere, hovering only inches away from us now, shoving me in fact out of the way. In disbelief, I saw her scramble between Cindy's outstretched legs, her own fingers taking over where my own cock had been only moments ago. The intensity of her face as she looked at Cindy's quivering cunt, her orgasm only then beginning to seize her soul. How she did it, how she managed it, I perhaps will never fully understand. But Jessie watched intently as Cindy came, and then the moment her orgasm finally began to ebb, she once more sprinted away, snatching up her pad and pencils. Within moments, she had captured perfectly the exact moment of Cindy's orgasmic pleasure. Her entire body writhing in ecstasy, her pussy lips captured in raw animal lust, the dew of her spending, the trace of the woman's cream even then making an appearance. Somehow, almost magically, she had perfectly captured the entire moment.
And then it was my turn.
Even I had to admit, Cindy knew how to give great head. She didn't just lick or suck my cock, she worshipped it, made love to it ... to me. And all the while she knelt there doing that, Jessie sketched, furiously, as though in an entirely different world. As fast as she'd finish one sketch, tearing it off the pad, tossing it onto the ground, she began another. Wordlessly, yet constantly moving, circling, getting different views and angles of the same ongoing thing ... which for me was nothing short of a world-class blowjob.
Even Cindy seemed reluctant to finally have to sit up, removing her mouth from me when I warned her ... warned them both I was almost there.
"Maybe ... next time," she almost purred, letting me know in an instant she was more than game for doing this again sometime. Jessie had heard her as well, already coming over so she could be close enough to watch me when I came.
"Maybe next time I'll let you take him in your mouth, but only if you allow it to dribble out after that," she told our instructor. "But right now ... I need to see it shoot, see it squirt ... see it the exact moment that it sprays up into the air!"
Cindy continued to jack me off now. Already my balls tight in anticipation of their release. This somewhat surreal conversation taking place between the two women, both of them expectantly waiting for me to come now, the two of them in fact erotically urging me on.
"Did you enjoy her sweet lips on your dick baby?" Jessie asked, speaking far more intimately to me that she ever had, not once before ever calling me by that so personal or as affectionate of a name. "Did you like the way she sucked and licked that nice hard stiff dick of yours? Did it make you want to come? To squirt? To spray all that hot sweet naughty fuck juice for us?" She pressed.
"Yeah honey ... do it for us," Cindy said joining in, still jacking me, softly, almost too teasingly, though it was also just the way I liked it too, even without telling her that I did. Just this continuous steady, slow up and down stroking, one hand jacking, pulling, the other knobbing, caressing and teasing the head. "You gonna shoot hard? Big ... for us?" She'd added, just as Jessie was. Just as my balls seemed to breathe in ... ready to implode.
"Oh ... fuck!" Was all I managed ... and then stars suddenly filled my head.
I'll be the first one to admit. Drawing, capturing ... an image of an actual "cum shot" didn't seem to be all that awe inspiring, even though it sure as hell felt like it. But somehow, she managed it. I had indeed cum, a lot ... and yes, it was an amazing sensation, an even more amazing spectacle perhaps too as I continued to erupt over and over again, more so than I had in a very, very long time. It was frankly ... all over the place.
The moment I had quit spurting however, Jessie moved off, snatching up her pads and began furiously sketching, as though reliving the moment for me, all over again. When she had finished, actually looking exhausted herself, spent ... as though having climaxed as well, only then did she show Cindy and I what she had in fact captured on paper.
It was almost magical. How anyone could have done what she did ... especially with it being the actual moment of ejaculation itself, and then several repeated others ... well, it was actually surreal, almost dreamlike in a way, the way she had done it. Even Cindy sat there, almost stupefied, thumbing through page after page, after page of almost near perfect, life-like drawings.
"Jessie..." Cindy spoke her voice obviously quivering with emotion and excitement. "I honestly have to say, this is some of the most amazing, incredible work I've ever seen anyone do ... including you. This is without a doubt, your very best work," she looked up, blushing, even laughing just a bit. "I don't know that there's someone who would be bold enough to display this, to show this ... but if you'll let me, I'd like to start asking around. You've got real talent here Jessie, even if it's fairly explicit, as these are ... in nature. But just the same, these are too good to simply tuck away in some dark corner and forget about."
"I'm not ready for that yet," Jessie said taking them all back from her. "Maybe one day ... but not yet. Not until I know, and I'm sure this truly is the very best I can do."
Cindy actually looked slightly disappointed upon hearing that as we all three ... collected ourselves and finally left together.
"Anytime you ... ah ... need to practice like that again, I'm in," Cindy said kissing us both on the cheek goodnight, and then heading off towards her car.
I walked Jessie home again, though after what we'd just been through I figured things were pretty much done for the evening. Thus, I was surprised when she turned to me at her door, once more inviting me in. Though it was the way she stated it, that let me know otherwise.
"I need you to fuck me," she said, and then turned unlocking her door ... I followed her in with a smile on my face.
It was the first time I had ever spent the entire night with her, waking up next to her in bed, the memory of the incredible night of passionate love-making, still clearly etched inside my head, my own private little canvas of erotic art. We had barely gotten much sleep, though it was already well into the morning as she stirred finally waking up, smiling at me.
"I love you," she said. "I didn't mean to fall in love with you ... but I did. So ... I love you, take it for what it's worth."
"I love you too," I told her, meaning every word of it, surprised that she had actually said it first, and had meant it when saying it. If you had come to know Jessie as I did, she didn't say anything she didn't mean or feel ... or believe in.
"I know. I've known it from the first time we met, even if you didn't then, I knew eventually you would. That's what makes what I need to tell you next, so hard."
I felt like I'd been kissed ... and then slapped. The look on her face suddenly serious. "I know you love me, and I know I love you. But I think we're both going to have to try and un-love one another."
"Ok, you want to run that one by me again? You love me? And you know now that I honestly love you too? But..."
"But, yes ... we can't. It won't work, I know for a fact that it won't, because I can't be ... the woman, the wife, the person that you will want me to be. That's just the way it is Danny. I know myself, and I know that there are things about me, I can never change. Things I don't want to change, and won't change. And in time ... because of that, you'll either come to hate me, resent me, or be disgusted with me. That's why I think it would be better to end this now, before it gets any worse than it already is."
"I think it's already worse. First ... you tell me you love me, and then you're dumping me ... just like that. Well sorry, not good enough. You have to tell me the reason why it won't work Jessie ... you at least owe me that much."
"Ok, you want to know the reason and the truth? Well ... here it is. And I'm not going to whitewash it, or sugar coat it for you either Danny. There are certain things I can promise you, and once I promise, I never, ever go back on my word. But ... there are also other things, I can never promise you, things I know I can never do, things that I am sure you along with many others, would never be able to understand, or accept."
Jessie rolled out of bed, naked ... now pacing back and forth along side of the bed as she spoke. Me ... laying there watching her, listening.
"Let's say one day we actually got married. The one thing I would promise you, and assure you I would keep my word and promise, is that I would never have an affair with anyone, or ever do anything behind your back, without your permission. And hopefully, that would go for you too," she added.
"So far so good..." I thought to myself, though there was some interesting discussion still left there on the table regarding what she'd just said ... but now was not exactly the time for that either.
"To define that further Danny. I would never have oral sex, or intercourse with anyone. That I promise you. But what I can't promise you, and never will promise you is this. You know me well enough by now, that you know damn good and well what fascinates me. Always has ... always will. Any opportunity I am given, that I have, that I either venture into, or even by circumstance happen upon ... when it comes to seeing a man's cock squirting ... then I'm going to do that. I'm going to continue to enjoy that particular fetish Danny, every chance I get. So if the circumstance presents itself, and I can jack off some guys prick, or watch him jack it off for me so I can see him cum, then I'm going to do that. And I don't think that a lot of men ... including you Danny, could ever be accepting of that. Not in a so-called committed relationship, let alone marriage. So like I said ... there are things I can promise you as a wife, girlfriend, or just lover, but there are other things I can't ... and won't. I'd rather not put you, or anyone else in a position of having to accept that, when they honestly can't. So ... now do you understand and see what I mean?" She finally stood, hands beneath her breasts, facing me, nervously, waiting for my reaction.
"So ... you're telling me, this is the only thing standing between us is that ... yes?"
"Yes," she said surprised at my 'so-far' calm demeanor.
"So just as a hypothetical example here. Let's say one evening we go out to a club or something, and some guy asks you to dance. And so the two of you dance, and then he hints at doing more than that ... out in the parking lot persay..." I paused looking at her, but she merely nodded her head, waiting for me to continue.
"So you would then tell him that you wouldn't fuck him, or suck him ... but that you would in fact be willing to give him a handjob, mostly ... just to be able to see him cum."
"Using that specific example, then yes ... something like that, or close to it anyway. So yes ... I would. But ... it would probably be closer to the truth told this way Danny, and that's where the real difference is the way I see it. Lets' say some guy comes up to me and asks me to dance. And let's also say here ... you're aware of it, and nod your head to him, telling him it's ok to ask me to do just that. The thing is, you're also then telling me ... you're giving me permission too Danny. Permission to do what you now know I like doing ... and will continue to do. So ... we go out onto the dance floor, we're dancing. Except the reality is this. I doubt seriously he'd be the one to blatantly come right out and ask me to fuck him, or even suck him off ... not like that anyway. Maybe he'd hint at it perhaps, even want it, or be thinking about it. But usually that's about all that would actually happen. Sure, maybe he'd even grab my ass or attempt to cop a feel if he felt like he could get away with it. But ... if I liked him, liked him enough to want to see his cock ... watch it squirt, whether he jerked it off himself, or I did ... I'd actually be the one asking him if he'd allow me to do that. So you see Danny ... your example, your scenario isn't quite as simple or as accurate as you describe it. It would be me Danny. Me. I'd be the one wanting to do that, asking him if he'd let me do that, let me see it ... watch it. Whether you came with me to watch it as well ... or not. Either way ... once he agreed to it, we'd be headed outside to his car, or mine ... just so I could. Now do you understand and see the difference Danny? It's not the other guys ... or girls even, you have to worry about. It's me Danny. Any chance I get to see a guy cum, or see a woman's pussy squirt, then I'm going to do that Danny. Wherever, and as often as I can. Can you honestly tell me ... you can live with that?"
I honestly didn't know. Not quite put like that. I mean on the one hand, she was telling me she would never ever have an affair or do anything behind my back. Yet ... on the other hand, she was also telling me that as far as jerking off some other guys cock, or having him do it while she watched, wasn't part of that.
"Like I said ... maybe it's best if we..."
"No!" I said finding my voice. "Not until we've given it a chance first. Isn't that fair? Give me a chance Jessie. Let me find out how I can handle that ... or not before we throw any of this away ... just yet."
"So you're telling me, that you want to actually see what happens, how you respond when a situation like this actually comes up? And it will Danny ... trust me. You'd be surprised at how many men, after I've carefully approached them, telling them what I want to do, are suddenly willing, ready and able to do just that. Especially the married ones Danny. The guys who for whatever reason, don't see some strange girl giving them a handjob, as actually cheating on their wives, even if some believe that it is. I personally don't care if it is ... or isn't. Like I told you, some things I can promise you I won't do ... no matter what. But this isn't one of them."
"Let's just say, I'm not willing to just walk away, even knowing all this Jessie. So ... how about we set something up, let it happen? At least then I'll know. At least then ... we'll both know for sure."
"OK, I'll agree to that. But if this is going to work, either way, we have to be totally and completely open and honest with one another about it Danny. Should you feel differently, even days later ... you have to tell me. Agreed?"
"Agreed. So ... when do you think?" I wondered curiously, not quite sure how something like this might actually work.
"How about now?"
"Now? You mean ... right now?"
"Yeah ... now. The sooner we do this Danny, the better. So yeah, now. Get dressed, we're going to the beach."
She drove, though to my surprise, she had a nice looking little sports car. An old convertible bright red 67' Mustang, so the trip down to the beach was at least exciting in that way too. Though then telling me why she had picked the beach as a good place for this to happen as I sat next to her in the passenger seat, wondering if I'd lost my mind agreeing to do this. Still not sure how I really felt about it, or how I'd actually react to it once it happened ... if it happened, though Jessie once more assured me that it would.
"The beach is actually one of the best places," she explained. "For two reasons. One ... most guys need to feel like they can do it and get away with it quickly without getting caught. So wearing nothing more than a pair of swim trunks usually assures them of that. Second reason ... most guys once they are approached, and with the added element of danger are actually more inclined to do it, especially if it can be handled and done without a great deal of fanfare. So you see ... the beach really is the easiest place to approach some stranger in actually doing this. The only problem as I see it ... is if you actually want to be there watching it, or if just the evidence will be good enough."
"I think ... for this one at least, I need to be there," I told her. Even seeing evidence of the act, knowing that she'd actually jerked off some guys dick, wouldn't be enough for me to weigh and evaluate my own emotions. I knew with absolute certainty, I had to be there.
"Ok, so be it. But that might make things a little more difficult. Not impossible mind you, just a little bit more difficult. You're going to need to let me be the one to approach, and then explain. Once I do ... and once things are cool with the other guy, then I'll either wave you over, or bring him to you, whichever way he's more comfortable with. Agreed? Oh ... and you'll need to go along with whatever I tell him to convince him into doing it with you there, regardless of whatever that is, will you also agree to do that? Basically just stand there and watch me?"
"Agreed," I told her, still wondering at myself ... but determined to go through with this, mainly because I actually did love her, and wasn't about to just throw my hands up in the air without knowing one way or the other for sure.
She knew by the look in my face I was nervous and still struggling with it as we pulled into the parking lot.
"Look Danny, it's not too late if you want to turn around and head back. But ... you need to try and understand this Danny. I can't really explain it to you, why it is ... why I am the way that I am, I just am. I love seeing a guys cock squirt. I love seeing different cocks, all shapes ... all sizes. The way they all come and squirt so differently. You even told me, you are a bit of a breast man. I don't expect you to quit looking at other women's breasts Danny. In fact, I encourage you to do that, if that's what you like doing. Especially if it keeps you aroused and interested ... in me, because of it. Why should I deny you the joy and satisfaction of doing that given the chance? I won't ... never will. But the same goes for me Danny. It's got nothing to do with my love for you, or for my commitment to you. That I can give you. But this is the one thing you have to give me Danny. The understanding and permission if you will ... to take advantage of any opportunity that presents itself for me to see a nice hard squirting cock. There it is ... plain and simple."
"Or pussy," I said reminding her that she had brought that one up earlier too.
"Or pussy," she grinned. "Though I am sure you wouldn't mind being there to see that one either."
She had me there.