I want him to do to me all the things I won’t take from my hubby. I’ll give him back everything my other doesn’t want from me. My lingering care...ses. My whispers in the night. My secrets that I hold so close. He’ll lay between my legs and be satisfied with just tasting my pussy for an hour, making me cum again and again, as our hands grip and I taste the joy. Rubbing my fingers through his hair as my lips anticipate what I’ve got in store for him. Inside of me, I feel that I want this more than. I was crawling on grass for the first time in my life. It was scratchy against my knees. I couldn’t see where I was and there were tiny stones and rocks sticking up. The darkness escalated my fear of the unknown. Cars passed a few times. I was worried that someone would see us. I asked how I could I possibly explain crawling like a dog outside like this?“You will tell them that you are a dumb slut who lost the privilege to shit and piss like a proper lady! You aren’t permitted to put on airs.. I really didn't think that was fair to him. I hoped you wouldn't get too upset, but afterwards, I actually wondered if denying you like that may have even turned you on more. Now it sounds like it did, good." she said. Then she looked down at my hard cock and said, "Ohhh look, how hard it is. Honey this talk is really exciting you isn't it?" "Yes it is," I answered. Then we kissed passionately and I started feeling her breasts and her hard nipples. Her hand was still lightly feeling my cock and. .”“No,” he interrupted. “I thought you were going to massage me.”A flicker of annoyance crossed the doula’s face, but it was gone almost as soon as it had arrived.“Of course,” she said, her voice calm. “Please; take off your shoes.”For the next fifteen minutes, she talked the husband through the art of massage, demonstrating on his feet. By the time she was done, the room smelled like lavender.“Thanks,” he said, and she nodded her head in response. “What else?”“Pardon?”“What else could.