Bernie tells Gary what she needs to trust her favorite himbo in an open relationship

"Gary?" Bernie whispered.

His eyes fluttered open. "Hm?" he said.

His nude girlfriend was bending down over the bedroom chair where he'd been napping. Her golden-skinned breasts wobbled as she leaned forward. She took his hand. Her fingers were cool on his.

"I'm cold. Come lie down with me," she said.

The sun had gone behind a corner of the roof and no longer shone through her bedroom windows. A breeze off the ocean had turned a hot summer day into a cool late afternoon. The windowpanes were marked with a spatter of raindrops from a just-passed summer shower.

Gary rose from the chair, his soft cock bouncing as he stood upright. They hadn't done anything together today, but Joyce Bernstein's rule was that her house was a nudist house, Bernie followed her rule, and Gary had never had any trouble going along with how the author of Free to Masturbate ran her house.

Especially since he was dating the author's daughter. He felt a little star-struck, sometimes. Especially today, when Joyce had all but insisted that she and Gary masturbate together while they waited for Bernie. After Joyce had had what she claimed was a surprise orgasm when Gary was rubbing between her toes.

Bernie lay on her side, leaving space for Gary to lie down behind her. She reached back and took his hand, placing his forearm across the top of her chest.

"Okay," Bernie said. "It really turns me on, you know, how sexual you are, Gary."

Gary's penis stirred, rising to press against Bernie's buttocks.

"Yeah," Gary said.

"That you give sexually to your best friend Peter when he asks, to make him happy. That when your sister asked you, you gave Lil her first good experience with anal intercourse. Even that you make your doctor's wife, Sonia, happy," Bernie said. "Knowing all that makes me want you more."

Gary took a deep breath. He swallowed and cleared his throat. "Wow."

"But it doesn't help me trust you," Bernie said. "I mean, I feel like I've misled you myself, by not mentioning my cousin Ben. But if I have to find out about your other partners by catching you and Lil, well? Well, it's time to talk about what's okay. And thinking up excuses for yourself to not mention your other sexual partners isn't okay with me."

"Yeah," Gary said. "That's what Lil told me. You really should tell Bernie. And I do know better. I don't have an excuse. Just chicken."

"Yeah, I guess?" Bernie said. "You gotta not be that with me. You're cute, you're sweet, you're there for me in almost every way. But I need you to own up to your actions. Never be ashamed of your thoughts. Never be ashamed of your desires. I love it so much that when someone tells you I want you, Gary, you hear that like it's the sexiest come-on in history."

"Yup. Kinda," he said. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Bernie said. "I want you, Gary."

Gary went fully hard, his erection prodding Bernie between her buttocks.

"I want your desire," Bernie said. "It lights me on fire. Feeling what I can do to you, just by asking. Just like that. I love how giving you are, in that way, and in all the other ways you give to me. I love what a silly himbo you are, Gary. But you can't just think with your little head."

"Yeah," Gary said. His erection softened.

"I want you to follow your desire," Bernie said. "I want to help you feed it. To help you share it."

"Wow," Gary said. "I mean?"

"Yes," Bernie said. "I want you to have sex with other people. But I need to be part of that. I need to know that we make that choice together. You don't run on ahead. And I need your partners to hear straight from me that we make that choice."

"Okay," Gary said. He took a breath. "That's, wow, yeah. Okay."

"But for this to work, I need to trust that you will back me up with no hesitation," Bernie said.

"What do you mean?" Gary said.

"I mean go get your phone," Bernie said. "I need us both to talk with your sister Lil and with your friend Peter. You told me Peter's friend Sandy knows about you two getting together. So he should tell her about our new agreement. Let's do that now."

"Okay," Gary said. Her pulled-up hair tickled his nose, and he shifted his head. "You mean now now?"

"I mean now now is good. It would make me happy," Bernie said. "Go get your phone."

"Yes ma'am!" Gary said. His erection pulsed against Bernie's warm skin. He rolled off of her bed and went downstairs, his cock bouncing in front of him, to fetch his phone from his folded clothes.