Tiffany's attention wasn't on me now, though. She was focused on Dorothy and scrutinizing her expression. The latter's face was as red as an apple, and she looked diffident. She didn't dare look at me.The more she acted like that, the more it indicated her desire. For people like Dorothy, they would bottle everything up instead of expressing their feelings, no matter how much they wanted it.If one wanted to see what they were thinking, one would have to try to read them based on their expressions. Tiffany was a pro at that. She only needed to look at Dorothy to know what she thought."You should get some rest, Dorothy. Tom and I will leave now. Remember to come over tomorrow morning so Tom can continue massaging you," she said.Then, she shot me a look, signaling it was time to go. I was reluctant to leave but had no choice. I turned and followed Tiffany out.Back at home, Tiffany couldn't stop grinning. "I knew I was right! Dorothy's desire has been awakened now."I was still
"Yeah, I did say that. Don't worry—I won't leave you hanging this time," Tiffany said.I was excited to hear that. Jerking off felt different when one did it themselves and when someone else did it for them. Tiffany's hands were smooth and supple; I desperately wanted to know what they felt like on my dick.However, she said, "We can't do it now, though. You're going to have to wait."I nodded vigorously. I knew she was afraid Donald would suddenly return. I had to be honest—I was afraid, too. I told her, "I'll head to my room first, then. You can come to me later.""Alright. Go on."I returned to my room and stripped to my underwear before lying on the bed. I waited expectantly for Tiffany to join me. This would be my first time having a woman help jerk me off; I couldn't wait.After a while, I heard someone opening the door—Donald was back. Tiffany asked him whether he wanted anything for dinner, but he told her he'd already eaten.She said, "Come with me. I have something to
Donald didn't want to own up for the sake of his pride. Tiffany grabbed his ear and said, "You're always tired nowadays. You weren't like this in the past, were you? You were fine with having seven or eight goes in a day when we were newlyweds."At the time, you were so busy with work that you only came home at 2:00 am or 3:00 am. Yet whenever you came back, you were still so horny. You refused to sleep until after we'd had sex."But look at you now! I've tried everything, but your dick is still so flaccid. How can you say there's nothing wrong with you?"She felt so aggrieved that she started crying toward the end of her rant. When she and Donald had first gotten married, she'd asked him for a child. At the time, he'd told her it wasn't the right time because his company had yet to stabilize.Tiffany had accepted that and taken birth control since. Donald's company had stabilized over the past two years, so she'd started asking about children again. However, his body refused to co
"What do you mean, then?" Tiffany looked me in the eye. She was doing this on purpose.I was anxious but too shy to be blunt with her. So, I said, "You know what the source of my torment is and what I want you to do. Besides, I wasn't the one who suggested this—you brought it up. How could you lie to me?"She asked in return, "How have I lied to you? Did I explicitly say I would jerk you off?"She was so open about it that I felt embarrassed. Still, I had to admit she was right. She hadn't said anything about that. I was the one who'd assumed it was what she meant.I was rendered speechless and unable to retort. I also felt frustrated. I knew Tiffany was right but still felt like I'd been tricked."Look into my eyes, Tom," she suddenly said.I raised my head, feeling defeated. She looked me in the eye and said, "What do you think of when you look at me?"I stared into her eyes. For some reason, an image of Donald popped into my mind as I looked at her. He was sleeping in the roo
I'd talked about Robert being an asshole, but I now felt I was a bigger asshole than him. I hurriedly grabbed Tiffany's hand.She smiled, seemingly having expected this. "Have you thought things through?"I felt conflicted. On one hand, was Donald, who treated me like his brother. On the other hand, was my desire for a woman's touch. After some turmoil, I decided to choose the former. I couldn't betray Donald for a moment of passion. I'd be a monster if I were to do that.I nodded. "Yeah, I have. You should go, Tiffany.""I knew you would come around. You really are a great guy, Tom. It's no wonder Don keeps saying it'd be great if you really were his brother," she said.I looked at her guiltily. "I'm sorry about this, Tiffany. You and Don treat me so well, yet I keep trying to hit on you. I'm such a bastard.""You aren't completely to blame for that—I am, too. I keep talking about these things in front of you; I forget you're still a child sometimes."I hurriedly said, "I'm not
No, Dorothy was groaning, and she sounded like she was in pain.I barged into her bedroom, seeing her sprawled on the bed with a hand dangling over the side. She was covered in cold sweat. "Dorothy, are you okay?"I hurriedly grabbed her wrist and felt her pulse. It was all over the place, and I could tell from it that something was wrong with her stomach. It seemed she had even puked. It was likely she had acute gastroenteritis—if she continued like this, she'd become dehydrated.I helped her lie on her back before massaging her meridians. I massaged around her abdomen, below and around her knee, and at the inner forearm. These meridians could help alleviate her pain.Slowly, the pain subsided. Dorothy looked at me weakly and said, "Thank you, Tom… Thank you…"I helped wipe the sweat from her brow and asked in concern, "What did you have tonight, Dorothy?""A glass of cold milk and some fruits. Shortly after, my stomach started hurting. I broke out in a cold sweat and retched, t
It was 11:00 pm. I was doing a night run around the park near where I lived. I stayed with Donald Steele, who was like a brother to me.Out of the blue, I overheard a couple whispering somewhere among the bushes."Donald, can you do it or not? You said you didn't feel aroused at home, so I came out here with you. What more do you want?"Once I caught the woman's voice, I was shocked. It sounded like Tiffany Cross, Donald's wife. I thought Donald and Tiffany had gone out for dinner. What were they doing here in the park—and in the bushes, no less?Although I'd never been in a relationship before, I'd heard my fair share about sexual kinks. Immediately, I realized they were out here to spice things up. It never would've struck me that Donald and Tiffany would be this adventurous in their sex life!To think that they would do it in a park… That sounded rather extreme to me.I couldn't help but feel the urge to eavesdrop on them. Tiffany was gorgeous, and she had a great figure too
Amidst my confusion, Tiffany came over and greeted the woman warmly. "You're here, Dorothy! Come on in."Tiffany escorted the woman into the house before making the introductions. It turned out the woman was Dorothy Gray, Tiffany's good friend who lived next door."Dorothy, this is Tom Lawson, a friend of Donald's from his hometown who he treats like a little brother. He just moved in with us recently."Dorothy eyed me peculiarly before remarking with a grin, "I didn't expect Donald to have such a young and handsome friend!""Of course. He just graduated from college, you know. Not only is he young, but he's very fit and capable too!"I wasn't sure if I was mistaken, but I got the feeling there was a hidden meaning behind Tiffany's words. Her gaze seemed to be flitting toward a certain sensitive area of my body.It made me feel extremely uncomfortable.Meanwhile, Dorothy studied me closely while asking, "Tiff, is he the masseur you told me about?""That's right! I was talking a