Pushing Boundaries
Copyright© 2026 by Fanlon
Chapter 14
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14 - Spending Christmas with the kids meant dealing with his difficult ex. Earlier limits remained in place...but those old-fashioned rules wouldn't stop Amber from celebrating the holidays the way she wanted. Sometimes, you just have to push the boundaries to get what you really wanted, right?
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Mult Incest Mother Son Father Daughter Swinging Nudism
Still basking in the bliss that Amber and Mandy had given me, Amber climbed up onto the couch and sat sideways in my lap. She threw her arms around my neck and snuggled into me, a huge, satisfied smile on her face. Mandy had to scoot a little to make room for Amber’s legs, but didn’t move far, just enough that she could take her daughter’s feet and rest them over her own thighs.
“Are you happy you got to give your dad the Christmas present you wanted?” Mandy asked.
“Mmm hmm,” Amber nodded, giggling. “Thanks, Mom.”
“You’re welcome, honey.” Mandy smiled. “And thank you, John, for letting me help.”
“Mmm, yeah...” I replied, my mind starting to catch up with everything that had just happened. “That was ... unexpected.”
“Obviously,” Mandy joked, snickering at my reaction. “I thought you might stop me. It had been such a good day, and Amber really wanted to give you her special present. I hoped you wouldn’t tell her no.”
“Yeah.” I nodded, my eyes narrowing as I looked at my ex. She was right, the day had been pretty great. I remembered the look in her eyes when I was about to tell her no to having sex with me, the worry and hurt that was just under the surface, and I didn’t want to see that again. Still, I had a nagging feeling that I had been used by Mandy, but shook that thought away almost as quickly as I thought it. “What about Jerry?”
“What about him?”
My face scrunched up in reaction to Mandy’s question, making it obvious I thought it was beyond stupid. I glanced over and saw Amber watching me, and I kept my reply measured, not wanting to ruin the moment for her. “What’s he going to say about what we just did?”
“Oh, he won’t care,” Mandy replied easily, like it was no big deal at all.
“Really?” I questioned, not believing her completely.
“We’ve talked about it,” Mandy explained. “He knows something might happen while he’s gone. I wasn’t sure if you’d be interested, but...
I understood. Just because I’d left her, that didn’t mean Mandy didn’t still want to have sex with me when she could. It wasn’t just that, though. It was clear from the way she and Jerry had acted when our old friends came to visit that they were hoping I could get the two of them back into our old swinger group.
That was something we would have to talk about later. There was a whole lot more to the story I didn’t know, and before I stuck my neck out for them, I needed to know everything. The good, bad, and the ugly.
“Daddy?” Amber spoke up, her voice soft and hesitant. I looked over to see a hopeful look in her eyes, and I knew what she was about to say next.
“What’s up, kiddo?”
“Umm, did you think about what I asked you?” Amber asked nervously, her eyes meeting mine for only moment before looking down.
“What did you ask me?” I replied, and Amber’s head snapped up, her eyes wide in shock, thinking I had forgotten already. “Daddy—”
“Don’t do that to her, John.” Mandy bit off a laugh, barely. “Honey, he knows exactly what you’re talking about. Don’t let him tease you.”
“Spoil sport.” I shot Mandy a glare and turned to see Amber’s eyes narrowing before she smacked my chest playfully.
“Why are you being mean to me?” Amber pouted, her bottom lip jutting out as she gave me her best puppy-dog eyed expression.
“I’m still thinking about it, Amber,” I replied honestly. “It’s a really big deal, and I don’t want you to be rushing into it.”
“So it’s a no, then.” Amber sniffled as her head fell. “You don’t want to...” I reached over, rested a finger under her chin, and lifted it so I could see her eyes, only to find them filled with unshed tears and her lower lip trembling. “Why don’t you want me?”
The hurt sound in Amber’s voice almost broke me. The tears in her eyes threatened to rip me in two. This was exactly what I was worried about.
“It’s not that at all!” I answered quickly, wrapping her up in my arms, only to feel her sob as I pulled her in close. “I really want to give you that gift. There is nothing in the world I would want more than that.”
“Re ... really?” Amber asked between wet sniffles, her face smashed into my chest.
“Of course!”
“Then ... why can’t we ... have sex?”
“Because your mom and I agreed that you needed to be older before that could happen.” I looked over my shoulder to see Mandy’s eyes were red-rimmed and looked to be on the verge of her own tears. I gave her a pleading look because I really needed her support and to be on my side, and not fighting against me. “Right, Mandy?”
“Honey.” Mandy got up and knelt down in front of Amber, running her hands on her legs in a calming, supportive move. “Your father’s right. We decided that a long time ago, and not just for you, but your brother, too.”
“But ... I’m old enough ... to fuck Joe ... why ... can’t Daddy?”
“That’s easy,” Mandy offered a smile to Amber. “You and your brother got to learn about everything together. So it made sense for you two to explore everything with each other. Besides, you two were about the same age when it all started, and he wasn’t that much bigger than you at the time. Does that make sense?”
“Mmm hmm.” Amber nodded, and I could feel the wetness of her tears on my chest. I just held her tighter, and her breathing started to relax.
“I promise, there is nothing your father or I would love more than to see you and him together like that,” Mandy continued to explain, for which I was eternally grateful. She was handling this a lot better than I would have been able to. “It’s going to be so beautiful when it happens. You just have to be patient, okay?”
“Daddy and I can still...” Amber sniffled again, looking right at her mother. Amber’s voice sounded better, the brunt of her emotions calming. “We can still do what we’ve been doing, though, right?”
“Absolutely!” I answered, giving her a tight squeeze and kissing the top of her head. “Any time you want.”
“O ... okay.”
I felt Amber sigh, her whole body relaxing as the tension she’d felt vanished in that instant.
“Come on,” Mandy said, taking Amber’s hand in hers and standing up. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
Amber reluctantly did as her mom suggested and got to her feet. She looked bedraggled. Her hair was a mess, and her face was tear-streaked and reddened from her crying. “It’s about time for bed anyway, and, besides, your dad needs to go get all that snot cleaned off of his chest from that little nose of yours.”
Amber snorted a laugh that looked like it might have freed up whatever was left in her nose, but her hands immediately came up to cover her face, thankfully.
“Good night,” I called out as the two girls made their way up the stairs and left me alone with only my thoughts for company.
I was still sitting on the couch, ruminating on what had happened and how Amber had reacted. I was furious with myself at how my words had affected Amber. I felt absolutely terrible, but what was I supposed to do? Should I have just bent her over the couch and fucked her right there in front of her mother? Fuck no!
That begged the question, though: did I want to have sex with my daughter? The easiest answer was yes, yes I did. The problem with that was, there was a whole lot more to it than just sex. That wasn’t to diminish the other things both her mother and I had done with them like oral sex. All of those had meaning, too, but it wasn’t the same. True penis in vagina sex, that was different, a completely different category all on its own, and if I’d just let my desires run rampant, then I would have been no different than their mother. Those tendencies and rash judgments were why I was single and not living with Mandy anymore.
As if just the thought of my ex was some sort of magical summons from one of the books I liked to read, she showed up at the bottom of the stairs.
“You’re still up,” Mandy said, a small smile on her face as she started walking through the room and took a seat on the other end of the couch, her legs pulled up under her as she angled her body towards mine.
“I’m still worried about her,” I replied, honestly.
Mandy reached out, resting a hand on my leg, not all that dissimilar to what she’d done for Amber earlier, and gave me a sympathetic look, “She’s okay now.”
“Are you sure?” I questioned.
“Yeah,” Mandy nodded. “I tucked her into bed, but she seemed happy.”
“I thought I broke her heart.” I sighed in relief as much as worry.
“If you want my opinion...” Mandy hesitated and looked at me for confirmation to keep going. I nodded, not sure what she was going to say, but wanting to hear whatever it was nonetheless. “You told her exactly how you should have. She’s a big girl and understands a lot of things.”
“I don’t know...” I groaned, not at all sold at Mandy’s words.
“Oh, I do.” Mandy smiled. “She’s still very young, that’s true, but she has a really good head on her shoulders. She takes after her father in that.”
“Ha!” I barked a laugh.
“Don’t do that,” Mandy replied, her face hardening. “Don’t try being sarcastic and self-deprecating, thinking it’s funny or like some kind of self-defense mechanism.”
“I’m not—” the look on Mandy’s face stalled the words on my tongue. “Fine...”
“Like I was saying, Amber’s growing up far faster than either of us wants to admit, and she understands a whole lot more than you or I are giving her credit for. Telling her what’s going on without any fuss was the right move.”
“Yeah...” I agreed, sighing and letting her words sink in for a moment. “You really think she’s okay?”
“I really do,” Mandy smiled. “If you would have cut her off completely, well...”
“Yeah, that would have been a disaster.”
“You have no idea.” Mandy chuckled, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with her. “Anyway, I wanted to come down and see how you were doing.”
“I’m okay, I guess.”
“Good,” Mandy patted my leg. “I think I should head back up, I think Joe might need me later. He’s talking to Marissa...”
Mandy gave me a knowing wink before getting up, and I just rolled my eyes.
“Goodnight, John, see you in the morning.”
“‘Nite.” I waved as Mandy headed back up the stairs.
December 27
I woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept a wink. My body was sore, and my sheets were soaked from sweat. All night, I was tossed and turned, plagued with dreams of Amber and me fucking in every possible place and combination. All of them ended terribly with Amber hating me for the rest of her life. I couldn’t imagine a worse type of nightmare than that.
It took me a while to drag myself out of bed and head for the basement bathroom. I hoped a nice, long, hot shower would help, but I wasn’t holding out hope that it would be the end-all, be-all saving grace. There were only certain things that could do that, and those options weren’t on the table this morning.
The shower helped, but only marginally. I headed back into the guest room and pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt. I was supposed to be heading over to Keith and Wendy’s this morning. Once I was dressed and ready, I headed up the stairs in search of coffee. I was hoping to see Amber and verify with my own eyes that she was okay after what had happened last night. I knew Mandy said she was okay, and it wasn’t that I didn’t trust her, but ... well, I didn’t exactly trust her.
When I walked into the kitchen, I expected to find Amber and Joe there eating, but neither was. Mandy was, however. She was sitting at the counter, drinking a cup of coffee, and reading something on her phone.
“Where are the kids?” I asked Mandy.
“In Joe’s room.” Mandy smiled knowingly.
I turned, looked at the wall, and listened. Sure enough, I could hear the muffled sounds of Amber’s cries. She could bite that pillow as hard as she wanted, but we’d still be able to hear her.
“How long have they been going at it?” I asked.
“All morning.” Mandy’s grin morphed from knowing to something verging on predatory.
“Don’t you dare,” I growled, leveling my eyes on my ex.
“I would never.” Mandy feigned shock at my accusation.
“Riiight!” I replied with as much sarcasm as I could manage. “Don’t.”
“I won’t.” Mandy smiled, taking a sip from her mug. “Where are you off to?”
“Who said I’m going anywhere?”
“It couldn’t possibly be the clothes you’re wearing...”
I looked down at myself, having forgotten that I’d gotten dressed, and chuckled at myself, “Good guess.”
“You’re such an idiot,” Mandy laughed.
“Jeez, thanks.” I rolled my eyes, but the smile on my face ruined the faux insult I was trying to imply.
“Where are you going?”
“Gotta see a friend.”
“Someone I know?”
“It’s a friend of mine so ... probably.”
Now it was Mandy’s turn to roll her eyes. She did and took another sip of her coffee.
“Say hi to her for me.”
“Sure.” I winked, pouring my own cup of coffee into one of the tumblers in the cabinet and placing the lid over the top. “I’ll be back later.”
“We’ll be here!” Mandy called out as I headed out the front door and towards my truck.
I pulled up in front of Wendy and Keith’s place and noticed that Keith’s car wasn’t in the driveway. That was odd, but not something that gave me any real pause. I got out, walked up to the front door, and knocked loudly. Wendy answered the door in a robe that was loosely tied around her waist.
“You made it!” Wendy smiled brightly before she gestured for me to come in. It was cold and I wasn’t all that warmly dressed, so standing on the porch for no real reason wasn’t on my to-do list, and I stepped inside. Once the door was closed behind me, Wendy slipped off the robe and hung it on a hook on the wall near the door. I gave her body a once-over. I always had every time I saw her when I stopped by. It was a little inside joke that we shared. She had grown up a nudist, just like I had, and she always complained that guys always ogled her when she answered the door. Me being the smart ass that I am, took that as an invitation and used it as an excuse to do so every time we saw each other.
“Get a good look, buster,” Wendy joked, but gave me a little spin to make sure I saw all of her from every possible angle. When she came to a stop, we shared a knowing smile, and her face flushed like it always did. She started giggling.
“What’s with the robe?” I asked. Wendy always got a kick out of answering the door naked, so seeing her in a robe when I was at the door was a bit of a change.
“If you hadn’t noticed, it’s winter.”
“Yeah, so?”
“Oh, shut up!” Wendy complained. She laughed as she stood there with her hands on her hips as if she was expecting something from me. When I didn’t move to do what she expected, she started tapping her toe impatiently.
“What?” I demanded.
“Get your damned clothes off already,” Wendy said.
“Oh, why didn’t you just say something?” I replied, pulling my shirt over my head.
“You and Tom are too much alike.” Wendy rolled her eyes as if she were well and truly annoyed with me.
“Tom’s awesome.” I grinned. “So, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You would!” Wendy burst out laughing, still waiting for me to take off the rest of my clothes. As soon as I was naked, Wendy smiled and gave me the same once-over I’d given her.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
“I’ve got a lot of pictures already.” Wendy winked teasingly.
“Show off,” I murmured, easily loud enough for her to hear me.
“Whatever.” Wendy grabbed my hand and pulled me along after her further into the house. “Come on, let’s talk.”
“Where’s Keith?” I asked as I was forcibly dragged into the next room.
“He had to go into the hospital this morning,” she said, giving me an apologetic look. “It didn’t sound serious, but you know how these things go. He did say he was hoping to be back before you left, but if he can’t, I was supposed to say hello for him.”
I nodded. That was the one major downside of being a doctor. Being on call. More than once, Keith had had to leave one of our parties or one of our group’s casual get-togethers after being paged. Keith said it came with the gig and never apologized for it. None of us gave him a hard time about it. Wendy, however, got a lot of hard times because of it, which we teased Keith about relentlessly.
Once we got to the kitchen, Wendy offered me coffee, which I gladly accepted. Wendy grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured me a cup.
“Black or...” She left the question hanging. She already knew the answer. “Black, I know...” She rolled her eyes and handed me the steaming mug.
“Thanks,” I grinned and took a sip. “Keith still on call all the time?”
“God,” Wendy groaned and sagged like she was thankful I mentioned it, and she didn’t have to. “He never freaking stops. I just want one long weekend, just one!”
I grinned. Keith was a workaholic. Not only that, but he also loved what he did and loved helping people. Keith always claimed the most rewarding job he could possibly have was helping people live better lives.
There was no doubt that was true, but he had to give up a lot to do it. It was his family that paid the price for his passions.
I noticed that Wendy was starting to get nervous as the conversation fell into a lull. I was always good at seeing when people were stalling or getting nervous, and Wendy was doing both of those things. Something was up, and I wanted to know exactly what that was. I stood there, sipping my coffee and waited, and waited ... and waited.
When she didn’t immediately offer anything up, and the silence hung between us, I decided to let her off the hook and lead the conversation delicately.
“So...,” I said, “I’m going to go way out on a limb and assume you didn’t just invite me over so that we can talk about Keith and his incredible ability to get called into work when you have company.”
“No,” she replied, her face reddening. “I wanted to talk to you about...”
“Go on, you can tell me,” I prompted, smiling at how nervous she seemed to be.
“It’s, well ... um, it’s about Mandy.”
“Ah.” I nodded, I was a little caught off guard, but this wasn’t exactly uncharted territory.
“Yeah. She’s been kind of persistent.”
I shrugged, because that, again, was nothing new. Mandy could be incredibly stubborn when there was something she wanted. She had the innate ability to ignore certain things or words in a conversation so that she could take the meaning she wanted instead of the one that was offered.
“Don’t give me that look. She’s really getting on everyone’s nerves.” Wendy stomped her foot, just like Amber would when she thought no one was paying attention to her. It was cute on Amber, but when Wendy did it, it was hilarious.
I took everyone to mean the close group of friends.
“Let me guess,” I said. “Mandy wants things the way they were before our divorce?”
Wendy’s eyes flickered. “Close.”
I took the next logical step in my assumptions.
“So, she wants things the way they were but with Jerry instead of me.”
Wendy nodded jerkily.
“Would I be right in assuming no one is interested?” I asked.
Wendy nodded again, this time even more emphatically. “Exactly! No one wants to do anything with him.”
“I see,” I replied.
Wendy smiled, thinking I was going to carry on with whatever thought she was trying to lead me into, but I had no idea what she wanted me to say. I just stood there waiting for more. There was another long, awkward pause in the conversation before I couldn’t take it any more.
“Come on, Wendy. You gotta give me more than that.”
Wendy sighed and took a sip from her mug. I leaned back against the edge of the counter and waited her out. She was obviously stalling, but this was one of those times where the best thing I could do was be patient and, eventually, just let her get to it at her own pace.
Wendy continued to sip her coffee and look out into space thoughtfully for nearly a minute. Then she set the cup down firmly before taking a deep breath in an attempt to steel herself. She nodded.
“This is what happened,” Wendy said. “Mandy came over a couple of weeks ago. She was by herself, I think Jerry was at work or something, but that doesn’t matter. She’d claimed she wanted some advice about Joe and his girlfriend.”
“And you think it was more than that,” I said, more of a question than a statement.
“I know it was more than that. She kept bringing up that summer at the lake house.”
I nodded. That had been a fun summer break. It was rare to find another family like ours that enjoyed the nudist lifestyle. Thankfully, we’d hit it off right away, and those trips were always a blast, especially the one Wendy was referring to. We’d spent a week hanging out at Wendy’s parents’ lake house, playing in the water and taking out the boat so the kids could go tubing and water skiing. Then, in the evenings after the kids went to bed, the four of us had our own fun in the bedroom.
“I wasn’t sure why she was so fixated on that trip, at least not at first, but she kept bringing it up,” Wendy explained. “I didn’t understand what she was trying to say until she brought up us catching Joe and Brett.”
I knew exactly what she was talking about the second she mentioned catching the boys. They weren’t doing anything naughty, not physically. When Wendy and Mandy had gone out to join them, they happened to walk out right as Brett and Joe were talking about their mothers, and not at all in a motherly way.
Wendy’s reaction to hearing her son’s words was one of initial shock and horror. That was to be expected. But Mandy just smiled and shushed her friend, urging Wendy to keep quiet so they could continue to listen in.
“God, I still can’t believe they were talking like that!” Wendy said, eyes wide at just the retelling of it. I could only imagine what her face looked like if I’d been there in person to see it. “Anyway, when Mandy brought it up again, she played it off like it was just a funny memory when we were talking, but...”
“But...?” I asked, waiting for more. We were in dangerous territory, and I wasn’t going to stick my foot in my mouth blindly. I did that enough as it was with both eyes wide open.
“But I...” Wendy’s face flushed, and she quickly turned away in an attempt to hide it.
“But you what, Wendy?” I asked, my voice calm and even.
“I just, I don’t know, John,” Wendy said, her words coming out in a rush. “When she brought it up, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What Brett was saying ... about me.” Wendy buried her face in her hands, looking absolutely mortified. “Oh God, I’m a terrible mother!”
“Wendy, come on,” I said, smiling at her obvious discomfort. “This is no different than every little girl thinking she’s going to marry her father. Every boy’s first love is always his mom.”
“That’s not true!”
“Isn’t it?” I challenged. I knew it was. She’d told me a long time ago, after we’d had a few too many drinks, about how she thought she was going to marry her dad when she was a little girl. It was always one of those cute stories parents like to joke about and embarrass their kids with when they’re older. “You never once claimed that you were going to marry your dad when you grew up?”
Wendy’s eyes narrowed at me, sensing the trap I was laying for her. “That’s different.”
“How?”
“I was six!” Wendy barked.
I just shrugged at her words. “Still doesn’t change the fact.”
Wendy scowled at me, and I just grinned, knowing I’d won that little exchange. Eventually, her own smile crept up, and we both started laughing.
“Seriously, that’s not true, is it?” Wendy asked.
“It is,” I nodded.
“Your first love was your mom?”
I grinned and nodded, “Yup!”
“I feel sorry for your mother,” Wendy replied.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?!”
We both burst out laughing.
Once the two of us calmed down from our impromptu laughing fit, Wendy started asking me thinly veiled questions, and that quickly put me on the back foot. Not because of what she was asking, it was the way she was asking them. They were far to, ‘on the nose’ to not have some deeper meaning and hinted at knowledge she shouldn’t have.
“So, it doesn’t gross you out?” Wendy asked shyly, ready to hide if my response was anything but supportive. “You know ... that I can’t stop thinking about what Brett was saying?” Her eyes were searching mine as she finished her question.
I just smirked and shrugged. “Is it supposed to?”
“It should!” Wendy complained, obviously frustrated and torn about it. “The big issue is, ever since Mandy brought it up again, it’s not that I keep thinking about it,” Wendy’s eyes flicked around the room, as if she were checking to make sure we weren’t being overheard. There was no one home, but it showed how nervous she was. Then she dropped her voice low, barely loud enough for me to hear. “But it’s what that is doing to me, John.”
“Wendy!” I gasped loudly, and her eyes went wide in alarm. “You’re getting all wet and juicy thinking about your son!”
“Ohmygod, shh!” Wendy leaped forward, and her hands slammed down over my mouth to keep me from saying anything else.
Her head jerked around again frantically before her eyes fell on mine. If her hands weren’t stopping me, I would have been laughing. Still. those hands didn’t cover my eyes and they were full of mirth. Once Wendy realized that fact, she blushed furiously, but didn’t pull her hands away. I had never seen her face so red, and the blush didn’t end there either. It went all the way down her neck and across the top of her chest.
“That wasn’t funny at all!” Wendy snapped, slowly pulling her hands away from my face.
“Ha! You would have thought so if you could have seen your face.”
Wendy only scowled in response.
“Okay, fine, it might have been a little mean.”
“A little?” I smirked, holding my thumb and forefinger millimeters apart in approximation of just how little.
Wendy’s eyes narrowed. “You really can be an asshole, you know that?”
“You love me, and you know it,” I replied, but Wendy’s glare didn’t falter as my smirk grew into a full-on smile.
“Can you just be serious for one minute?” Wendy asked, her voice annoyed. I nodded, and Wendy took in a deep breath and let it all out in a rush. “What I was trying to say was Mandy has been talking to me a lot about Brett.”
“Okay, what’s she saying?”
“Just that me thinking about Brett like I am isn’t as weird as I think it is.” Wendy paused, watching me. “She told me some other stuff, too.”
“Like what?”
“That she gets those same kinds of thoughts about your son, Joe.” Wendy quickly continued what she was saying, not giving me a chance to question her on what, exactly, Mandy had been up to. “I remembered how Mandy told me one morning, when the boys were just getting up, that Joe and Brett had beautiful cocks. At the time, I thought she was kind of joking because they both had morning wood.”
“That’s ... interesting,” I said, doing my best to keep my response measured. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I had a feeling it was leading to something that I wasn’t going to like. “What else?”
“We’ve had a lot of girl talk, and, you know how we are, we don’t keep too many secrets. At least not when they’re naughty ones.” Wendy smiled. “Anyway, the idea got brought up about what it would be like if our kids were at one of the parties when they were older and in college.”
By the ‘the parties’ she obviously meant one of the swinger parties. Mandy had gone a step too far in outing ourselves to Wendy, and I had no reason to believe she hadn’t told her husband as well. Wendy continued, “God, I got so turned on just thinking about it, but then she asked another question that really shocked me. She said, ‘What if they could join us now?’”
By this point, I was fuming inside. When I got back to the house, Mandy and I needed to have a serious talk!
“We started talking about what that would be like and what all we would see and even do! Now, she and I talk about it all the time, and I feel like a teenager having phone sex, constantly playing with myself as we describe the scenes we’d want to see or try—”
“Wendy,” I said, cutting her off. “I need to ask you a question.” Wendy’s face paled slightly at the tone in my voice. “Is something like that what you actually want, or is it just a kink that gets you turned on that you’d never actually follow through with?”
“Umm, I uh...”
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” I said, taking the firmness out of my voice. “But this is what you wanted to talk to me about, right?” She swallowed and nodded. “So, is it just a kink in private that gets you off, or is this something you might want to pursue?”
“You promise you won’t judge me?” she asked, and I nodded solemnly. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I asked.