It took me two hours just to be able to sit upright again. But this time he wanted to break me. Hell, he had already told me he was going to push me o...ver the limit... I had no time to think about it now. When I heard a suitcase snap open, I knew what he had placed next to the bed. Dark-me took over, because I was looking forward to whatever may come out of that suitcase. Mike walked over to out nightstand, opened a drawer and took out the lube. It was the only thing in there he could use on me,. She seemed to enjoy my company. I was elated.Taking her home on the second date turned into a momentous occasion. She invited me into her small apartment and offered me a drink. We weren’t half way through it when she looked at me with her intense gaze and asked if I would like to “join” with her.I guess I looked puzzled, so she explained, “If people with a deep relationship do it, it’s called ‘making love’. If people do it only for themselves, it’s called ‘fucking’. If we are in between that,. I had responded to these experiences with embarrassment, humiliation, and incredible arousal. I reluctantly submitted to virtually every request Jim had made to expose or share my vagina over the first many years of our relationship and marriage, but always responded with a sexual arousal that made Jim proud and amazed me. After several years of living on the wild side, we wanted to have a baby. I went off the pill and we became a conventional, monogamous couple and began trying to get me. I swallowed hard, twisting my hands absent mindedly. “Well I have a request and it is sort of an unusual one. I need to get a picture of me at a construction site with a couple of guys.” I said. The first guy said, “Sure we can do that for you doll that is an easy request.” “I am not done yet though, I need to be, well, um, you see, naked.” I blurted as I looked down. I wasn’t sure if I was embarrassed, horny, scared, nervous, or all the above. Silence for a few.