Chapter 8 : Talk about your day

Mark would be home in maybe two or three hours. Time to shower and tidy up. She remembered he wanted her to tell him everything that had just happened. Surely a lovely evening was in store.

« We could have an erotic evening, who knows... . »

The last stirrings in her pussy gave her that idea.

« And besides, I think I need him to reassure me a little more... . »

After washing up and putting on comfortable clothes, Jane sat nervously on her bed, waiting for her boyfriend to come home. She replayed the day's events in her head, both excited and anxious to tell him what had happened.

The sound of the doorknob clicked abruptly, pulling her from her reverie. Mark came in and closed the door behind him. She left the room to greet him.

« Hi, darling. »

Even without saying anything more, she knows, and he knows too. Her cheeks flush involuntarily as she recalls the details of her day.

It’s so hard to bring it up once you’re faced with the situation.

« Hey, baby ! »

He could read between the lines. Silence can speak volumes. Deep down, he was already excited but kept it hidden.

« Let’s eat quietly and spend the evening talking about what you just did. I can’t wait to hear about your adventures. Knowing you, he must have been thrilled. »

Jane feels a mixture of relief and embarrassment when Mark immediately understands what she wants to talk about without her even asking. They settle down and eat quietly. He tells her about his day with his mother, who is still receiving care. Once they finish eating, they get into bed.

« So… yeah, I guess I owe you the details of my day too. I ended up doing a private show with him, like, you know. He gave me $5,000. I didn't show much. My breasts and my butt. I played it a little sensually. Nothing more... . »

She blushed fiercely this time, avoiding eye contact.

« I know it was a lot to take in, but we really need the money for your mother. I'm sorry if I hurt you again. I tried to be classy and avoid going overboard. What do you think ? »

Mark shook his head.

« No problem. We've already talked about this. But tell me more about it... . »

He leaned closer to her, his breath on her neck.

« Tell me exactly what you did. What did you show ? Were you being a bad girl ? I need to know everything about my girlfriend. »

Jane took a deep breath, chuckled softly, and then answered honestly.

« First, I dressed in something sexy, then I took off my top. I was wearing a black bra. Then I pulled down my shorts to show him my butt in the thin lace. You should have seen him, he was squinting ! »

« Haha, I figured. »

« Then I slowly took off my underwear. I was so stressed at that point. »

Mark held her hand to calm her down. She felt better.

« But I used my hand to cover my pussy. I danced and touched my breasts, and I leaned forward with my back to him to give him a better view of my ass. He was like a kid in front of a candy stand that was too far away to reach. »

She nodded inwardly.

Yes, that’s how I would describe it. A kid waiting for a piece of cake… from me.

« Oh… he must have liked it because I would have loved it. »

Mark gently touched Jane. He felt glad that she had covered her pussy, a sign of her restraint and shyness. At the same time, he was sad that she wasn’t letting loose. It was just impossible to admit. He himself didn’t understand where this morbid desire to see her expose herself to another man came from. It had happened so fast.

He captured her lips, then kissed her neck tenderly.

« Your butt and breasts still have an effect no doubt, he said. »

She blushed at the mention of her physical attributes and Mark's reaction.

« Um... I guess my butt and breasts appeal to Marc. I don't know if that's a good thing, but he enjoyed the view. I'm glad to see my efforts paid off. It's nice of you not to be mad at me. I know it's not easy to hear. I promise I'll be careful not to go too far. I care about you, you know. I don't want to risk our relationship for money. I'll do what I can to keep my boundaries. I hope you understand. I'll make sure this kind of choice doesn't become a habit. »

Once again, she spoke as if there would be a next time. Trying to reassure him, she stumbled a little over her words.

« Haha, don't worry. From a distance, that's fine with me. He saw but couldn't touch. »

Jane smiled and nodded. But she kept the fact that she'd shown her pussy to herself. It was her little secret. Mark continued to tease her.

« Honey... aren't you going to give your boyfriend a treat now ? I think I want a piece of the pie too. »

She shook her head and smiled. He deserved it. And she wanted it !

How could she not feel a little guilty for not mentioning that she'd shown her most intimate area ? If she decided to keep that detail to herself, it was so as not to make him jealous, angry, or frustrated.

« Oh, baby, you're incorrigible ! Of course I'll take care of you. I wouldn't want you to feel neglected because of all this. I'm going to show you how much I care about you. »

She leaned in to kiss him passionately, her hands in his as she pressed herself against him. So sweet, yet so emotionally charged in that simple gesture. It connected them.

He wanted her to please him while she recounted her performance one more time. He wanted her to visualize in his mind what she had shown someone else. It made him even harder.

« Mmm, baby. How about making me come in the most erotic way possible ? »

She felt his erection against her hip, realizing the effect she had on him despite everything that was happening. She found it exciting to see him so turned on by her.

He totally deserves my full attention.

« I'd love to make you come. I want to show you how much you mean to me. Tell me what you want me to do to you. »

She wanted to do it like in the private show. He could ask her whatever he wanted.

« Oh, you'll let me hold your hand, darling ? I'm not going to waste the opportunity. »

He seemed to be thinking.

Ah... if only I could see everything she did with that famous Marc... But she'd be furious if I admitted wanting to try it. There might be other ways to get information out of her.

« I'd love to play with your ass. It's been a long time since we've done that. »

Above all, he thought her pussy should be kept clean for Marc. Like a good boyfriend letting the new man take over and claim his rights to her body. It made him shudder. Having to let someone else satisfy her... . Why did this feeling keep coming back again and again ?