I tried to encourage her to try new things and went through various things to try and open her up and get her to relax with her body and enjoy herself... at the same time.Once, I tied her to our bed and fucked her which she says she enjoyed "sort of" and then I brought her a blindfold and was totally shocked by the transformation of my wife that this purchase brought about.She seemed to lose all inhibitions when she's blindfolded as if it's not really her but another woman. This took me a while to. After a long moment, their bodies breathing hard together, he seemed to recover. His cock still hard and still deep in her ass, he said, “Okay, my slut, I’m going to stand you up now. Very slowly, ease up.”His strong hands pulled her shoulders up, and ever so gently, he lifted her up. Everything hurt. The arches of her feet were sore, her calves, her hips from being rammed into the chair. Then she was standing, her arms still tied behind her back, his arms wrapped tight around her, his cock a. I hadn't paid it, or him, much attention justyet, but I wasn't neglecting him. I was saving the best for last.Mark, as I said, had been with women as well as men, both romantically andsexually. Actually a lot people suspected he was just a closeted straightguy (hey, it happens). His last major relationship (a girl, they wereengaged) had turned sour and it was while he was bouncing around cruisingsites on the rebound that we had first met him. Without a place of his own,he had wound up crashing. I didn’t get my period until two months after she died. The doctors here undid whatever she did to cause me to have that pain without tearing my cherry,” she told me. “I need this, David. You are the only person in the world that ever gave a shit about me. Having sex with the best guy I know will help me see that it can be enjoyable.”I looked at the doctor, and she said, “I’m going to need some time to process what you showed me, David, and what she told me. There is a lot I need to reevaluate.