She went through the issues of infatuation and lust and heartbreak and betrayal before she reached her senior year and developed a level of maturity t...at her mother praised her for. She was not yet ready to be monogamous and learned to juggle multiple sexual relationships with a minimum of fuss and drama.When she decided to marry at the age of eighteen it was for love as well as to someone with good economic benefits. This required that they move into the city which would be a big adjustment. She increased her pace and started moaning loudly. We came together. It was time now to finish all other works as well.We now started with the kitchen. We unboxed the boxes and arranged the utensils. She still was giving me a naughty look. Last was the living room to be arranged. We quickly placed the sofa and the TV set. The boxes were folded and piled up on the corner. We sat on the sofa. I had known Maya aunty since my childhood and never thought that she would fuck me. She started kissing. We joked about each others dicks but not in an overtly homosexual way, just ‘manly admiration’.As we lay down in the sunshine to our surprise two other blokes appeared over the other side of the dune and ‘checked us out’. With hindsight the fact that we were two naked blokes with hard-ons may have given the other couple the wrong impression about us as they seemed to have thought that we were like them – an exhibitionist gay couple!They set up about 10 metres away from us and stripped off. . "Yes, that's true. I do really need you. And I need your gift, and most importantly, I need your intelligence. That's why I need you to always 'speak freely' as you put it," I said."But I need to have someone to make decisions for me too," she replied. "This is so confusing!"I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her."I have an idea, Vickie." What's that?" she asked."Why don't you become my sex slave?" What!" she exclaimed as she bolted straight up in the bed."I said ... why don't you.