Jenna & Stephen Part 1

"I was a big fan of her finger, but didn't know if I was ready to try toys. Later that night, I discovered I was. That eventually led to a small vibrator, then one day to a small dildo."

"How did it evolve to a strapon?" Jenna asked.

"So one night Stacy is using the dildo on me, with her hand, while I'm on my back. Suddenly, she lifts my legs up and moves close enough so that the dildo is pressed against her pelvis. She started to thrust her hips into me and started talking really dirty.

"Stacey told me, 'I'm going to buy a strapon so that I can fuck you with it, just like this.' She kept talking that way and I was enjoying myself so much, that I agreed that I'd love to try it."

Jenna was fascinated by my experience. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was because I also knew of her secret, but I now felt surprisingly comfortable discussing it. I carried on with my story:

"The next day, we bought a harness and that very night, she wore it for the very first time. She didn't fuck me with it yet, we both wanted to get used to it first. So she wore it while we masturbated together. The next night, we went for it. The rest, as they say, is history."

This discussion was becoming a little bit too intense for either of us. We decided to end the evening on that note, having exchanged our deepest secrets. I left my car at her place and made the 15 minute walk back to my own, figuring the fresh air would sober me up.

Despite my drunken stupor, I couldn't help but feel turned on by the fact Jenna now knew about my strapon experience. Of course, the thought of her pegging me crossed my mind and I thought about ways to make it happen. They all seemed pretty far-fetched. By the time I got home, I ripped off all my clothes and had a great jerk-off session, imagining what Jenna would look like wearing nothing but a strapon. I passed out with my cum splattered across my chest.

THE NEXT DAY

I awoke late morning to the realization of what I had told Jenna and the paranoia that maybe now that she had time to digest what I said, that maybe she'd be creeped out by it.