Chapter 4

“Holy crap, Emma...” Jess said softly. I had finished cleaning the floor and had put on a bathrobe to cover my nakedness. Even though the two girls here had just brought me to orgasm, sitting nude next to them while they fully clothed still seemed awkward. Not to mention that I was a bit self-conscious over the tiny size of my now-flaccid penis. No need to advertise it to the girl I had just met.

We were all seated on the couch at this point; Emma in the middle, Jess and I on either side. Jess put her hand on Emma’s back.

“You know that you were raped, right?”

Emma shrugged, eyes downcast.

“Yeah, I guess. I didn’t have to suck him. I could have, I dunno, bit him, screamed, did something. But I didn’t. And I am sure that part of it is because he called me cute. And it was a long time ago now,” she said.

“Besides,” she continued, “we basically just did the same thing to your husband, assaulting him while he was tied up.”

She had addressed Jess who started to speak, but I cut her off by answering first.

“Absolutely not!” I was probably a bit too forceful in my protest because it caused Emma to jump.

“Don’t think for a second that anything that happens here is anything other than 100 percent consensual. If I had wanted, I could have used my safe-word and Jess would have stopped instantly. I haven’t had to yet; Jess is a good judge of what I like and can handle, but I have absolutely no doubt that she would stop if I wanted.”

There was silence for a full minute before Jess broke it.

“Shit. Was ... was that your only sexual experience? Before today I mean?”

“No, there was a boy in high school too...”