She describes her first time cheating

Curtis had been unfamiliar with the streets of Kabul, but the way Julianna stood out from the locals made it seem very much like a Hollywood movie. She wasn't dressed scantily, but compared to the conservative dress of those around her, her attire seemed almost scandalous. "You're going to describe what's going on to me, of course, but are you also going to ask questions and make it so that it plays out how your fantasies really want it to be?" he asked. Julianna scowled at him again, as though he'd thwarted another plan of hers. He wasn't sure what that plan was, but he grinned as though he did.

"Fine," she said, resigned. "It seems to be that I was heading to meet with our contact in Kabul, a man named Layeq. Now, Layeq was an older man, but he was a librarian at the National Archif. He knew more than anyone about local history and mythology. If anyone knew where to find the Harat Emerald, it was him."

"Was he handsome?" Curtis asked.

"Well now he was, but that wasn't the point. I don't think it was him that I ended up sleeping with." The TV shows her knock on a door and be let in by a pretty, older woman. The two greeted each other casually, but without much warmth. "That's Negeen," Julianna said without elaborating. The two made their way into a small sitting room, around a table with cushions on the floor. A handsome older Afghani man with a full dark beard, presumably Layeq, sat on the other side of the table, with a large polished looking green stone in front of him. It was seated on a small pillow, with a divot in the center apparently made for it. "That's right. This was the day after we'd recovered the Tartib Stone, and left it to be appraised. Bill hadn't been too excited by the find, since there was little historical significance to it. Actually, the only thing of note was that it was supposed to have been blessed by some ancient shaman or another." A look crossed her face as she came to a sudden realization. First it was shock, but then she clenched her teeth as if holding something back. However, compelled to speak by Curtis' earlier question, she asked, "actually, it was said to be magic, and can change the mind and body of someone that you're sexually interested in if you touch it. Did this rumor turn out to be false?" She looked defeated at her words, but her mouth didn't stop, "it was actually Layeq's son who discovered the truth of the Stone, am I wrong?"

"Oh, it was the son who..."

"Yes, it's the son who I'm going to have my affair with," she said, not looking up. On the screen, though, Negeen left, while the two chatted. It seemed that their conversation got heated, and they kept gesturing at the stone. Before long, drawn by the raised voices, a young man came into the room. "That's Abdullah. This is where he gets me alone for the first time. See, he's telling his father that Negeen wants him, and Layeq is going to take the out so that he can cool off." Sure enough, the older man left, and the younger one sat down on his father's cushion, before the stone. Abdullah seemed a little awkward, obviously trying to make conversation with the American woman. For her part, Julianna was more open and friendly than Curtis had ever seen her, slowly drawing the boy out of his shell. "Here I'm explaining the Stone to him, since he mentioned how exciting he thought our world traveling adventures were." The young man perked up at that. "I remember, now, him being interested in the idea that it was magic. This was when he figured out how to use it."

Julianna held in a smile. She'd found a loophole. A little one, as she was resigned to the fact that she was going to end up some kind of sexual plaything or another, but she was holding on to one thing: it wasn't her fault. Curtis had made her a disgusting pervert, even if she'd managed to hold her tendencies in. He'd made her fuck every day, and look forward to it. He'd made her disloyal to her husband. But there was one thing he hadn't done, and that was make it her fault. Even now, whatever this boy was going to do to her, she had no control over what it would be. Being changed was enough of a turn on that she could direct the scene that direction.

Curtis watched the woman across the desk from him, sensing that something was wrong. She seemed almost gleeful, but trying to hide it. What did she know that he didn't? Why hadn't he broken her yet..? And that's when he realized. "Did the boy turn you into your sickest most perverted version of your own fantasies? In fact, let's make this easier on you. Can you change what he did to you just by narrating it?"