Steve’s Perspective in Italics:My wife Bev and I live next door to Angie and John. We’ve fairly recently become empty nesters and, even though they are a little younger, they became empty-nesters a few months before us.John and Bev have office jobs and are away from home all day during the week. I work from home two or three days a week. Angie works from home all the time. She and I have lunch together about once a week. We always have a good conversation, a few laughs, and then go back to work.Recently, Angie was at my house for lunch. We sat at the kitchen table, eating, talking, and laughing as any good friends would at lunch.We stopped to sip our iced teas and there was a pause. She looked at me.“If you don’t mind my asking, Steve, what has your sex life been like lately, as empty-nesters, now that you two have more alone time at home together?”We had all talked about sex, so the question wasn’t really out of line. We were all comfortable with each other. We even rented a lake house together every once in a while, and all enjoyed the hot tub in the evenings with no clothes.“Well,” I said, looking at her, “We are still having sex. It’s not as often as I would like. Actually, it’s not often at all. I keep thinking that I just got spoiled when Bev was having those hormone issues about ten years ago and she wanted it almost every night.”“Yes, I remember some talk and some jokes about that,” she said with a little snicker.There was a pause and we just looked at each other and sipped our drinks. Angie’s Perspective in Regular Text:I didn’t want to just spring this on him. I wasn’t sure this was a good idea, but my sexual desperation was driving me to seek help. I was trying to be prepared for a lot of embarrassment if this didn’t go well. But I thought we could get past it, given we’d all been good friends for a couple of decades.“The reason I ask,” I explained, while watching his reaction, “I’m in the same situation you are. I miss the sex life John and I had before kids. I miss getting kinky . . . him tying me up and fucking me silly, that sort of thing. I thought we would return to that kind of sex life now that we’re alone more, but that hasn’t happened.”He just stared at me and my mood soured a little. Maybe this was a really bad idea.“I’m sorry, Steve,” I said, putting my hand on his wrist. “I guess that was a little too much disclosure, even as close as we are.”I wondered for a minute if I’d spooked him. But he was his usual kind, gentle self.“No, it’s alright,” he said. “We’re adults. You know Bev and I used to do that sort of stuff.”There was another pause and we just looked at each other for a minute.I looked down and realized my napkin had fallen on the floor. I reached down to pick it up and could see a distinctive tent in his jeans. Maybe this was going better than I thought. My Escort Esenyurt cock got hard. We had all joked about our kinks in the past. But her telling me about some of them when the two of us were alone and physically close was making me horny. I just looked at her.I couldn’t help but look down at her body. Angie was about ten years younger than the rest of us and pretty hot. She had long red hair. She was drop-dead gorgeous when we first met. Kids and age had added a few pounds, but no more than age had added for me. And I love curves.“Do you still tie Bev up?” she asked.“I guess not. It’s been a long time.”“I love that so much,” she continued. “I’ve also always loved having a cock in my mouth. I guess I’m sort of a fellatrix. I like that part rough. Before we had kids, John would face-fuck me. Sometimes I could finger myself while he did it. He would make me feel like his dumb slut – in a good way.”You know I’m a feminist,” she hastened to add, “But the right kind of humiliation just does something, sends me over the edge.”She smiled.I hadn’t been aware of all these details. I was a little surprised at the sudden candor.“Wow. And he doesn’t do that for you anymore?”“No.”“Do you like to gag?” I asked her, after another pause. I wasn’t prepared for such a direct question. I felt a little embarrassed. But I trusted him, so I was honest.“Yes . . . yes. I love being pushed to my limits. Testing myself that way. I like to be ready for the cum in my mouth though, or on my face . . . wherever it’s going to go. I kind of like it on me so I can watch John cum.”We both laughed. I guess it sounded funny, the way I said it, serious but full of irony.I just looked at his face. I wasn’t sure what was going through his mind, but I caught him looking at my boobs, and then down towards my hips. It seemed like I had his attention. The kind of attention I wanted.I worked up a little courage. Then, in the softest possible voice, I slowly asked, “Do you think you might consider experimenting with me?”“Holy shit, Angie!”I jumped. He looked at me wide-eyed.Oh, no, no, NO!I’ve ruined the moment and ruined a friendship. I felt this sense of dread. What would Bev think? How angry would John be?I wasn’t sure what to say.“I’m sorry!”That was all I could come up with.I looked away from him. I couldn’t look at him. I didn’t know what else to do or say. I thought of just running out of the house.But he could see how upset I was becoming and he looked at me, seeming calm and steady. I didn’t see that coming. But I didn’t want to make her feel bad, or like she’d said something wrong.“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ve thought about you that way too. Bev and I haven’t played like that in years and she has little interest in sex these days.”I couldn’t resist the idea. As much Etiler escort as I tried, I just couldn’t. I kept imagining my cock in her mouth. Seeing her lips around it. I wasn’t sure about fucking her, but maybe some oral and such would be okay.She stared at me for a minute like she didn’t know what to say.“Go on,” I told her. “What exactly are you thinking?”Then she looked down at the table for a minute. “Here’s what I’m thinking,” I said, looking down at the table. I felt unsteady and uncertain but excited at the same time.“We can save fucking for our spouses. That would allow us to compartmentalize better. But I love oral sex and mutual masturbation, both ways, and I think you do too. We would just be two friends fulfilling a need, but respecting some boundaries.”“You’re really serious?” he asked.“Yes,” I replied, trying to sound confident.He paused and looked at the clock. It would be a few hours until Bev got home, and probably even longer until John did.“Why don’t you go in the family room and have a seat,” he told me. “Would you like a drink?”“Oh, yes,” I said. I sensed a hint of desperation in my own voice. I had a drink before coming over, and I could certainly use another.I walked into the family room and sat on a chair. I wasn’t sure what to expect, so I didn’t take my clothes off. I did pull my hair back as best I could. I could probably shower if I needed to before John got home, but it would be nice if I didn’t need to wash and fix my hair all over again.Steve followed me into the family room after a minute with some shots of whiskey. His was pretty small. I guess he didn’t want so much alcohol as to adversely affect his performance. He put my shot down on the coffee table in front of me.I knew we needed to establish some rules. I touched his arm and he looked at me.“We shouldn’t call each other by name when we’re doing this. That would be a bad habit to develop,” I said. “I’ll call you ‘sir’ and you can call me anything you like as part of our fantasy.”I needed to tell him one more thing, but it was difficult.“And . . . I really mean you can call me ANYTHING. I kind of . . . get off . . . on verbal humiliation.” I could barely believe I told him that. I felt a little embarrassed.“Really?” He seemed surprised. “You’re such a strong, intelligent woman. You have a Ph.D.”I thought for a minute. “I think that’s part of it. That’s part of why I need to feel taken, to lose control. I guess you can call me ‘Doctor Slut’ if you want.”We both laughed. The laughter calmed me down a little. It reassured me that we were still friends.“Alright. Make no mistake, Doctor Slut,” he stated proudly, “When a friend needs help, I step up.”We laughed again.“And let’s use ‘Kalamazoo’ as a safety word,” I told him.“Okay,” he nodded. I ran upstairs and grabbed Eyüp escort bayan a large towel and some of the soft, black rope that I had used on Bev years ago. I stood in the bedroom and let the drink do its work. I thought about what to say.Were we really going to do this?Finally, I summoned the courage to go downstairs. I stood there for a minute looking at her. I tried to get into character, the way I did when I was acting in plays in college.“You stupid bitch,” I said. It seemed to shock her, hearing something like that from me. “I can’t do much with you in that chair. You should get on the sofa where you can spread your legs for me and be a good slut.”“Alright,” she said, sounding hesitant and uncertain.I spread the towel out on the sofa. She sat down and I backed away to get a good look at her.“Take off your shirt!”“Okay,” she said with a smile. She slipped it off, revealing a lacy bra.“Now take off the bra.”“Yes, sir,” she said, still smiling a little in anticipation as she removed it, letting her tits out with a bounce. So far so good. He’d seen my breasts plenty of times (and watched them change over the years), but I was enjoying him staring at them now nonetheless.“Now play with your tits. Play with the nipples. Make them hard,” he barked.I slowly reached my hands up and touched my own breasts. It was awkward. I started to feel embarrassed again.But after a minute or two, it started to make me feel aroused. I looked at Steve and he was focused on me while rubbing himself through his jeans. I began to get into it. I moaned a little as my nipples swelled and I began pinching and rolling them. I was starting to feel hot and little waves of pleasure and excitement were passing through me.He looked at me and I looked at him.He suddenly slipped off his pants and boxers and his cock sprang free. I stared at it. I had seen it before, but not so clearly in the light of day, with sunlight streaming through the windows. His cock was a good size, but what caught my eye was the size of his balls. I hadn’t noticed this at the lake house. They were really big compared to John’s and seeing them was making me really hot.“Don’t just stare at me, Doctor Slut – take off your slacks. I want to see your whore’s cunt,” he barked suddenly, giving me a start.The language really excited me. The word “whore” always did. I hoped he would pick up on that and maybe say it later at the right time.I obeyed and slowly sat back down.“Now lean back and spread your legs wide open like the slut you are. I want to see you clearly,” he said, stroking his cock.I started to obey but began to feel embarrassed again, so exposed, in a brightly lit room. I forced myself to open my legs wide. I knew I was very aroused. My clit was sticking out and my labia were spread apart, probably revealing a hole that he really wanted to access.I froze. I started to feel downright humiliated.I had never done anything like this with anyone but my husband. My eyes started to tear up. Maybe this was a huge mistake.I was sure I was going to cry, which would just add to my humiliation. This was going to be a disaster!