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
Like a child who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I leaped to my feet. "W-What are you doing here, Tiffany?"Feeling awkward and embarrassed as well, Dorothy sat up on the couch. Her cheeks were now as red as a tomato."Don't get the wrong idea, Tiff. Tom and I didn't do anything. I just wanted him to massage my chest to help with the tightness I've been feeling," Dorothy sheepishly explained.Smiling, Tiffany remarked, "I didn't say anything, so why are you guys so nervous? Does this mean you two were up to no good behind my back?"Dorothy and I both shook our heads at the same time, feeling panicked.I couldn't believe I was just about to take advantage of Dorothy, Tiffany's friend! If Tiffany found out about it, would she kick me out of the house?Dorothy was uncomfortable too. She claimed she had something to do—though it sounded like a flimsy lie—and quickly left the house.I saw Tiffany staring after Dorothy with a distracted look in her eyes. After a while, she
Tiffany's underwear was soft and smooth. Her scent lingered on it. As I clutched it in my hand, I couldn't resist thinking about what I overheard last night.This thrilled me even more. I couldn't really do anything with Tiffany, but couldn't I at least fantasize about it while using her belongings? With that thought in mind, I unbuckled my belt and stuffed her underwear inside my pants.Just as I was about to jerk myself off, there was a knock at the door. I was scared out of my wits and almost lost it. With just the two of us at home, it had to be Tiffany who was knocking. I quickly took out her underwear and placed it on the towel rack.Feeling guilty, I stuttered, "Hey, Tiffany. Did you need me?""Tom, are you up to no good in there?" she asked."Huh? I-I'm not!" I replied, my voice full of guilt."Why is your voice trembling then?"Her question sent a wave of fear through me. I broke out in a cold sweat.Although Tiffany seemed open-minded about such things, she had clearl