Contrary Motion

Meet Simon. Simon is the sweetest guy you could ever wish to meet. He is polite, and I’m talking old-school polite here, and a gentleman to his fingertips, and yet…..

“Oh Anna! What a question?!” We’ve known each other forever, so I guess it wasn’t  huge surprise when I just dumped a highly personal and sexual question on him about his deepest, and maybe darkest feelings sexually. Oh, before I forget, he is married to a lovely girl who would do anything for him, which, it turns out, might be just as well. 

“I suppose we all have a dark side, and sometimes, simply holding Jane and sliding effortlessly inside her, and both of us cumming just because of the way we are looking into each other’s eyes needs a balance. One afternoon we were….well, you can guess….I’d come home from work early and we just went to bed. I remember it so clearly. I was on top of her between her legs, and Jane just said “Hurt me”. Anna, you have no idea what those two words did. I went from gentle romantic lovemaking to, umm…banging her….really banging her, and Jane….of all things….suddenly her head was thrown back, and she was actually yelling….not just ‘hurt me’ but also obscenities. We were transformed into ….umm…animals. And it felt sensational. Not only did she want me to hurt her, I wanted to hurt her. Oh, and before you think it was one sided, you should have seen my back afterwards. It looked like I’d been flogged!”

Now, I’ve spoken about my views on being raped before. It’s a vile act of cowardice and deserves the most savage response, but consenting rape? Rape when it’s asked for…and wanted? Simon had something to say about that too.

“Jane was wearing a blue mid thigh skirt, a white shirt…one of mine, I believe, and black tights. A most unusual look for her. She turned her back to the dining room table and held it with her hands turned backwards. She lowered her head a little and gave me the sexiest half-smile I’ve ever seen. Then she said “rape me”, and sprang away from me. I lunged after her and we began what must have looked like a silly little chasing game, but that’s not how it felt. To me, it was the hunt. I was 100% focused on catching Jane, and when I did, I literally fell on her. I was harder that I could ever imagine and when I ripped her tights and pulled her panties aside, I…..well, as soon as my cock touched her labia, I came. And I mean came like a volcano! I did manage to push myself fully inside Jane, but she also came as soon as I was inside. It was really strange….I would never have thought I’d react like that…or, for that matter that Jane would. 

And on masturbation? 

“Jane and I have a rich and varied love life. There are things we could try and we do have a wish list, but we both masturbate.” Each other? Together? Watching? “No, we only ever do it on our own…think of it as a kind of ‘private time’. Inhave no idea what Jane does, or what fantasies she enjoys, although I suspect she does use some girl/girl fantasies.” 

Might she actually do something with another girl? Does she want to? “Yes. I think she would, but not as a threesome. But where can you find a girl who would have a casual relationship like that?” (Again, my donkey from Shrek impression. oh Me! Pick me! Pick me!) 

And Simon? “To be honest, I enjoy taking Jane’s panties to bed with me. I like getting comfortable, and letting my mind go. Sometimes I think of Jane masturbating into these panties. Other times, I imagine her with another man. Part of me would love to see her being screwed. Isn’t that strange? I stroke myself and always cum with her scent all over my face, whatever the fantasy.”

And I had to ask, didn’t I? What about anal sex? 

Simon had a surprise for me. “I love it. Jane uses her finger sometimes, but she also has a vibrator especially designed for men. Sometimes she fucks me with it.” Wow! Not what I was expecting at all. But what about …”But Jane loves anal. I know when she wants it because she always says “Do me dirty.” So, you can see we have a very broad sex life, but…..well…i admit, I’d love to see her, umm, any girl really, masturbate.” I’ve never seen it in real life. 

Listening to someone else’s sex life never fails to get me into a hot mess. I just leaned back in my chair and, by gesture, offered him to watch me. I simply tugged at the hem of my dress, exposing my crotch and raising my eyebrows. Simon looked for a moment and I felt he was fighting an inner demon. 

The demon won. He just nodded. 

I slipped my panties off and threw them at him. They landed squarely in his lap. Masturbating in front of someone, for me, has always been a rewarding thing to do. I am not that interested in me. Instead, I take my cues from whomsoever is watching. Seeing Simon touching my panties, occasionally transferring my wetness to his face, I could see when he was ready for me to cum. I let myself ease into a sweet orgasm and as it hit, Simon couldn’t hold on. He unzipped hastily and flopped his erect cock out and into my panties. The moment the head of his clock touched the material he came.

What a delightful afternoon…

…for both of us. 

As for Jane, well, I let Simon know I would absolutely be up for giving her the chance.