Seduction of Monik
Part 2
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Her business concluded, we head back out of Eugene.

"Hey, Monik, that little pub there has great wines, feel like one?"

Her face glances at me, lingering on my breasts as she drives. She feels safe looking at my body as my face is turned slightly away from her.

The car steers itself off the street and into the parking lot of the cutest most intimate little pub I have ever found. Inside the booths are positioned so that we have wonderful privacy, and the view of the Mackenzie River is wonderful. The sun is sparkling off the water in tinkling sparkling laughter.

I steer her to a small table where it is natural for us to sit next to each other. I give her the seat that is next to the window. I sit around the corner to her left. Our knees touch as I sit. She does not move her knee away. The sensuous warmth of her beckons to me as we sit there looking at the sun flecked ripples.

"Toy, what is your real name?"

"Deni, honey"

"Why do you go by Toy…..Fuck Toy, …." her mouth samples the word tentatively, "when you have such a lovely name?"

"I love sex baby. I love to feel the skin of my lover as I caress her, as I kiss her, as I make love to her."

"But what does that have to do with your name, Deni?"

I smile at her, my knee moving slightly now, feeling the softness of her leg, the bare skin of my knee. Again she does not move away.

"I go by both, honey, but Dennis introduced you to me, and he used Fuck Toy. You can call me whichever suits you, Monik. I love hearing you say my name."

She smiles softly at my words. Our wine arrives. We sip it pensively as we share the intimate view.

My hand falls to my lap and it itches to caress her thigh. I play it safe and raise it to the table top, and wait for the right opportunity to touch her arm.

"Deni, can you tell me how you have such a great sex life with Dennis? Is it just luck, or do you do something special, or is he just great in bed, or what……….?" Her voice trails off as she fantasizes about how great our sex life must be.

Ahhhh! Perfect opportunity! I place my hand on her arm and look into her eyes. "Sweetheart, there is a whole lot involved in a good sexual relationship. And you should know that it is better at sometimes and worse at others. But as a general rule, I never say no. I try to be as creative as possible. And most of all, he KNOWS that I am promiscuous and love to fuck."

Her eyes flick to my mouth as if to see what a mouth looks like when it says that word. "You say that word so easily."

"It so perfectly describes the act of sex, baby. Our body parts that are involved are not pretty, and the sounds we make as we cum are often animalistic. The word is just perfect to describe that, the whole act of sex. As women, we tend to think it should be a thing of beauty, soft and tender and caring. The fact is, it rarely is that, if it is an intense experience. If, as women, we take the time to prepare our selves for sex, fantasizing about it for a few hours before we meet out lovers, we will already be turned on when we are first with them. We will be ready for loving. If we expect our lover to turn us on after we get there, we are placing all of the burden of our satisfaction on them, and that isn’t fair. That is particularly true of a married couple baby."

"Do you really fantasize about it for hours first?"

"I have been fantasizing about loving you for almost a day a now." My eyes hold hers as my finger tips touch her knee.

Her mouth opens into a little O and I watch her breathing rate increase. Her nipples dimple her blouse, pointing at the river, and her eyes look at my breasts furtively. My nipples are also clearly evident.

The next few moments are silent acknowledgment of her need to be held and made love to.

"Shall we stop at the little motel we saw on the way here?"

"What do I tell Mike?" No hesitation there, just planning how to handle the details.

"Call him and tell him we are taking a little walk along the river and will not be back till about nine tonight. We will take a walk and you will not be lying that way."

The minor deception is enough to satisfy her fear of discovery. I throw money on the cashiers counter as we hurry past.

She walks with a happy gait toward the car. Her hips sashay a bit as she senses her womanhood beginning to make itself known.

When we are on the road, I put my left hand on her thigh and caress her in small circles as she drives. I work her dress slowly, slowly up her thigh until I can see the edge of her panties. What a beautiful pair of legs she has. Perfectly shaped and perfectly toned. Deeply tanned. I wonder if she has tan lines.

Her nipples are in clear arousal now.

I move my hand further up and watch her reaction as I touch the bare skin low on her tummy, just above her panty line. Her slight gasp thrills me.

"Tell me about your sex life with Mikey, baby?"

"Well, what’s to tell. We don’t make love at all any more."

"Do you try to make love with him?"

"Do you mean start the romantic stuff in hopes he will want me?"

"No, more like let him know that you are interested in making love to him……..?"

"Why would I want to do that?"

"To have an orgasm?"

"Yeah right, like he has ever made my have one."

Well!………… Knock ME over with a feather! I have to let that sink in a bit.

Then after the pause, "Does he ever masturbate?"

"I caught him several times, once in the bathroom, he forgot to lock the door, once in the garage, he was looking at a girlie calendar, couple of other times…….."

"Did it make you wonder what it is like?"

"To masturbate?"

"Yeah, ever tried it?"

"NO!" Sharp voice! Then more quietly "...............Well, not since high school."

"Tell me about high school baby."

We drive several miles before she starts talking again.

"Well, my two girlfriends and I were having a slumber party."

Several more miles, then a smile.

"We were just joking around, you know how teenagers are."

Several more miles. A sniffle.

"She was my best friend. We grew up together. We had our first fight, we fought over the boy we both had a crush on at the same time. Who knows, maybe we both wanted him just because the other one wanted him."

Several more miles.

"I don’t even remember his name any more. Jan, my best friend, got egged into it by Sheryl, you know, ‘I will touch you like he would.’ So then we both had to compete over feeling what his touch would be like. We both wanted to be first to feel his touch."

Her eyes tear up now. Sniffles again. She wipes her eye with her sleeve, just like a teenager.

"So we both pulled our night gown up, because Sheryl told us that is where he would want to touch us. She sat between us and touched us both at the same time. She had no clue how to touch us, or how he would touch us, but I still remember watching her hand move toward my body and watching her finger extend, watching her finger touch me there." Her hips move forward toward the unseen hand that is touching her again after all these years. Her legs spread a bit, craving that soft innocent caress again.

"So she played with our private parts for a while and I was feeling warm and fuzzy when she suddenly stopped as we heard footsteps outside her door."

"We never got back to it again after the hot chocolate her mom brought up for us."

Her legs are still parted and her face turns toward me, carrying the anguished look of a woman that has gone too long without feeling caresses, soft, gently loving touches.

"Oh sweetheart, let me love you like you deserve to be loved. You are too wonderful a person to never feel the caring touches of a loving person. Lets take a nice walk along the river, then spend time together for the rest of the afternoon. We can just talk until you’re comfortable with our new relationship. No pressure baby, OK?"

"Deni," long pause, "I noticed you spent a lot of time talking to my husband last night."

"Yes baby, I did."

"Did you seduce him too?"

"No Monik. I didn’t even try."

"So………..Really?............... Why not?"

"Because he is a subbie, not a Dom."

"A what?"

"A subbie."

"What pray tell is that?"

"A person that wants to be dominated."

"My husband wants to be dominated? By who?"

"You, among others."

"ME!?" Her voice goes up an octave." ME!? What are you talking about?"

I let her thoughts turn a bit before I try to explain the complex sexual response system of humans. I don’t even understand it myself frankly, but have seen enough of this particular sexual response dysfunction to feel comfortable trying to explain it.

She starts to glance at me as the time drags on.

"OK. Let me try to explain what little I know about it, OK?"

"Yes, pleeeeeeeeease, Deni." Her voice is slightly cynical, her mouth sneers and she shakes her head in frustration.

"Men, humans, do not all respond to sexual stimulus the same way." She rolls her eyes. "Wait, wait, wait, let me explain. For instance, some men are leg-men, they love a great pair of legs, it turns them on. Others are breast-men. Breasts are what turns them on. With me so far?"

She nods.

"It gets more complicated. Some men have to be totally in control of a woman to get turned on. These men are called Doms. Many women have to be in control too, they are called Dommes." I spell both words out for her as I say the words.

"OK."

"A person’s sexual proclivities may even include a person (the person who craves control, who needs control to feel turned on) that will withhold sex from their partner as a further turn-on of their partner’s sexual response. In other words, the orgasm is not what turns them on, it is the control of their orgasm by another person, usually of the opposite sex, that turns them on."

I pause again. I wait her out.

"Seriously?"

"Yep!"

"No kidding!"

"Nope!"

More silence.

"So you’re telling me that my husband wants me to dominate him." No question mark at the end of that sentence. "What does that mean, dominate him?"

I gather my thoughts. "He wants you to wear the pants in the relationship. For instance, he wants you to tell him to masturbate in front of you as you laugh at him for needing to cum so bad he can’t hold it until you want him."

"No shit!." Her hand covers her mouth too late to stop the profanity. "Sorry."

"Hey sweetie, I swear all the fucking time. Don’t worry about it." I glance at her to see if she is ready for the rest of the truth.

"Well, go on." She is starting to comprehend that she has some new options in her life now.

"He wants you to fuck around on him, fuck other men. Fuck women. It is up to you whether you let him watch while you do it." I reach over to steer the car while she is too stunned to think.

At least ten miles passes in dead silence. Finally she takes the wheel back.

"He wants me to fool around, have sex with other men, and he wants to watch, but is not saying he has to watch?"

"You got it little sister. Other women too. And he would definitely like to watch you do that too, but he still is not saying he has to. Remember, he wants you in control of the sex, he wants you to be sexually satisfied, by other men if that is what it takes. He thinks he can’t satisfy you. He wants you to be happy. So he figures if you have sex with men, and women, and that makes you happy sexually, at least you are happy. In the end, that is what he is all about. He wants you to be happy, Monik. He loves you with all his heart baby."

Another five miles or so of dead silence.

"He wants me to have sex with other people."

"Yes."

"And who is up to me."

"Yes."

"And he wants me to have orgasms with other people."

"Yes."

"And he would like to watch me have sex with other people."

"Yes."

"But he would not have to participate?"

"Seems strange, huh? But remember, he wants you to be satisfied sexually. He has decided he can’t satisfy you, so he wants you to be satisfied by them, by others."

"He WANTS me to fuck, oh shit!, damn,……….god I have a potty mouth now! He wants me to have sex with others." Her face is puzzled now.

"Deni?"

"Yeah baby?"

"Should I?"

"Well………." The silence drags on for a while. "Yes, I think you should, Monik. Want to know why?"

"Well……Yes!"

"Because he loves you. He wants to give this to you. He wants you to be happy. Let me guess baby, his cock is only 5 inches long."

"How long is this?" She holds her fingers apart about five inches.

"Five inches."

"Then yes, why is that important?"

"Because he has an inferiority complex about his cock size."

"How long are most men’s cocks, shit!, damn," her face grimaces in disgust at her choice of words, "I mean penises."

I giggle, I can’t help myself, her trying to be such a good and chaste woman is tickling me no end. "Honey, stop worrying about your words. It is just between us baby. Say the words you wish to say. Don’t hold back. Don’t hold back ever again. Be happy. Live life. Learn to enjoy sex. Four letter words are a part of great sex honey."

"Enjoy sex……….who the hell enjoys sex? " She looks at me and it dawns on her. "YOU enjoy sex, Deni!" A new world just opened up for her.

"Oh baby, do I ever!"

"Sex is …………………………pleasurable to you?"

"I hear you saying that you have never had an orgasm, Monik."

Her face turns red.

"No" she almost whispers.

"So, baby……………..would you like to?" I ask as gently as I can.

"Of course."

"Will you relax, let yourself go, let me teach you how to love sex baby?"

"You mean today? This afternoon? Now!?"

I nod.

"Oh my god!"

"Start by calling me Fuck Toy baby."

"Fu…………Toy, am I really so unlovable as to not turn men on? I keep my body in good shape, work out all the time, I dress well, I make sure my breath doesn’t smell. God damn it! Fuck, I am tired of being the predictable little wifey of a man that can’t even fuck me! FUCK!"

Well now, we are getting somewhere all of a sudden!

"God, I can’t believe I just said the F-word!"

"Felt very good though didn’t it?"

Her nod starts slowly, but soon is a rapid enthusiastic affirmation of her new direction in life.

My fingers circle her skin, softly caressing its tender silkiness.

"Fuckin A it does!"

Her grin spreads across her face and her eyes turn to me, twinkling.

"Take me to that motel and fuck the shit out of me Fuck Toy!" We turn the last corner. I point and she turns into the motel driveway.

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