I’m a virgin.” In my mind, I’ve imagined us fucking many, many times before.“Oh baby, I am too,” He smiled. “You know how much I want to f...ck you?”I was in shock. He was always the composed kind of guy. Since this was happening over the phone, we couldn’t physically go any further; but now we were, our bodies bundled against one another and breathing heavily. We've done foreplay countless times and we both enjoy it quite a lot. But we never took the next step.He ran his hand up and down the. He paused before answering. “Well, you know the society here is very open to several things. We have a trend developing open marriages.”“Open marriage? What is that?” I asked John with curiosity. “Well open marriage is the understanding between husband and wife to share each other with other couples or individuals,” he explained. I could easily understand what he was saying but I showed myself a little naïve. “What do you mean?”“Well, the husband and wife agree to share each other with other. Just in the time it had taken him to carry her down the steps she went from damp to soaked. She couldn't think of anything but how much she wanted him. Before he could react she reached out and pulled him down onto the bed with her. She kissed him hard as she began pulling off his shirt. He gasped in surprise as she jerked him ferouciously onto the bed and began kissing him. He could feel her hands pulling at his shirt. Helped her get it off and kissed her back passionately. He rubbed her. What reason did she have to be angry with him. ‘Well, too bad. No,’ she said when he would have interrupted her. ‘Just…just go away. I’m not afraid of anything.’ She referred back to their first conversation at the club when he’d told her she was beautiful and she’d denied it and he’d asked her what she was afraid of. What the hell did that have to do with tonight, he wondered. But then it hit him. ‘Like hell, you’re not.’ With a firm grasp on her wrist, he hauled her behind him as he opened.