The talk

Like the calm before the storm, silence reigns before the vortex of withheld words, ardent loves, sinful desires, and feelings twisted by repression and fear. Perhaps because of the affliction that consumes him, the firm will to resolve the situation in which they find themselves, but certainly not for courage, even if he had to be courageous unintentionally, Mark breaks the silence, but not the tension that can feel like a strong ether floating like a heavy, hard goo around the room. This despite having been Monique who demanded the conversation, but fearing the result, which will surely hurt their feelings, refused to initiate it.

"Monique, I love you. I can't think of anyone else, touch anyone else but you. Since our first meeting on the beach, my whole mind, my entire body, goes to you. I can't eat right anymore, I can't sleep right anymore, I won't be able to live right anymore if I don't go by your side. Monique, I want to date you and, who knows, marry and grow old by your side. Want not, I need you to be my girlfriend. I'm going crazy without you!"

Monique looks tenderly at Mark, her eyes overflowing with love and affection. So what she needs to say is hard:

"Mark, I love you too. In fact, until today, I didn't know what love is. You taught me. And I will be forever grateful for that... But, this... we... will never work out..." And tears start to form in the reddening eyes. "I'm a bitch, Mark. A whore, a nymphomaniac. You don't deserve someone like me...".

"That is not true!"

"Mark, my graduation project is an exhibition of the cocks that I fucked in college! And in these first few months alone, I already have over a hundred in my boxes! By the end of the course, imagine how many there will be! I know what I am. This never bothered me. It never bothered me that men treated me like that... You saw how Tom treated me, like a sex toy, like a piece of meat. It never bothered me as it was a win-win trade: they wanted a hole to fuck and I wanted their cocks. Until I meet you, Mark. Now, I feel bad, bad about myself."

"I'm sorry, Monique, I didn't want to make you feel bad, to see you suffer...".

"No, Mark, it's not your fault, it's mine!" And she starts crying intensely. "I'd like to be the woman you deserve, but I can't! I need cocks, big cocks, to be fucked by a different cock every day, or several. I could never live with yours alone, however much I want it. It's an addiction! You once told me you liked me for being free, but I'm imprisoned by these desires, by these needs."

Mark carefully watches her speak, but not surprised, as he already knows her, and loves her anyway. In fact, deep down he likes that about her, he likes her depravity. Deep down, even though Mark has a hard time admitting, he has discovered a voyeuristic side to him, seeing Monique fuck others, the woman he loves the most, is not repulsive to him, but on the contrary, it is the most sexual, erotic thing and intense that he's already felt. In fact, he loves Monique not despite this, but perhaps precisely because of that. However, he cannot interrupt Monique to speak, his shame is great in revealing the sinful, shameful pleasure he carries.

"It's not your problem. You have an average cock, very comfortable, nice, really cozy and friendly. And you're too affectionate, tender to fuck me. For a normal woman, you would be perfect. However, I'm not normal. I need to feel mine pussy filled, feel my inside to be filled by a big cock, to be fucked hard, as if I am nothing. You're a big, wonderful licker, but your dick doesn't make me happy. I would love to be with you, with your love and affection, with your conversation and coziness, and being able to fuck others. But that wouldn't be fair to you, you don't deserve it...".

Listening to Monique talk about how she likes to fuck others, how his dick isn't enough to her, he feels the deep, depraved desires welling, turn to the surface... and how could it be otherwise, for a man's most sensitive point, the cock. Mark gets a huge erection.

Monique is surprised that his boner is clearly visible. She then begins to realize that she misinterprets Mark and the situation. She remembers other moments, and how he got like that when he saw or learned that she fucked others... Does Mark like that? Is Mark a... cuckold?

He senses the direction of her gaze, the situation, and embarrassed, he can only say, "We can make this work...".