How far would I go? How far would she make me go? Would I be willing to stop her from destroying my ego altogether if it meant not re-creating that ex...erience? I guess I would just have to play it by ear. Ultimately, despite what had happened a month ago, I trusted her with my well-being. She would not lead me down a path which led to any permanent pain, emotional or otherwise.I wanted to let her know that I agreed with her decision so I found her in her room and started rubbing her neck and. I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t say a word. “Looks like you and the wife are a lot kinkier than I thought,” Tanya said, “or maybe not. This doesn’t look like it’s been used much at all. Maybe never.” “Well, I … ah …” “Shut up,” Tanya said, “and close the door. Now.” I did as she asked and turned to face her. “You want this cock?” she teased. “You want me to fuck you up the ass with this? You want to be my bitch?” My cock was instantly erect. The answer to her question was obvious: fuck. I was one among the very good looking boys in my school.. so getting into a relationship with a girl wasn’t a herculean task for me. I used to have a long conversation with my Sanjana after school in our library.This library had 2 floors the ground floor was mostly filled with kids and the first floor was mostly deserted since it had only newspapers.Sanjana was very excited when It came to sex.We had a lot of sex chat and exchanged lots of nudes in Facebook too.At night we had all those. A small gesture but one that made him more comfortable in talking to me. As I did this I noticed he was wearing a wedding ring. I thought that was interesting that this guy was married yet over here talking to me and obviously flirting. He did most of the talking. He was there on business, some sort of convention. He owned his own company and it sounded like he had been very successful with it. I didn’t really tell him much about me. I just smiled when he talked and looked impressed. He was.