I showed him the vanilla side to sex and did a soft entry in BDSM. Frank and I had a lot of fun but it came to an end when Chad finally moved to town.... Both men knew that they were both in my life and I cared for both of them very much, it was Chad that I wanted with me all the time though. He and I shared a lot more in common than Frank and I did. Plus Frank was new to everything and I wanted him to experience life before settling down with only one Dom right out of the gate. Still there are. I sent him a message: I would like to spend the night with you. And so I did. I found my way again to his cabin and a delicious meal, feeling relaxed and at home for the first time in over a week. I unloaded my emotional baggage, with no small amount of sorrowful weeping. Again he held me and spoke reassuring and loving things to me. We spent the night in each other’s arms, in his bed, finding no end of ways to express the love we felt for each other. We slept some, loved some more, slept some. "What's the matter Gary, you don't think wives talk? You think the other wives didn't welcome me into their exclusive little club when they found out from their husbands that you had been given Simpson's job? You didn't think they would warn me about this, tell me to never do that, to be careful when this or that happened and what to refuse? Come on Gary, talk to me, answer my questions." You were supposed to say no," he said in a hoarse voice. "He was going to try and you were suppose to say. I mean ... I’m not ... uh, into...” He stumbles over thoughts as he wonders just how such a small girl has such a big cock. Or even a cock for that matter.“Oh?” She sways her hips, teasing him. “Kara was quite clear with me. She said that if I wanted my cock sucked that you’d be here and more than happy to please me.”“I think that you may have me mixed up with someone else,” he corrects. “I’m not into cock or sucking cocks. I mean I don’t mind looking at them or the occasional touching, but.