Communication is Key

Mom always told me the key to a healthy relationship was communication. I was lucky the man I fell in love with had been my best friend for years because our relationship was better than ever. I understood Colin didn’t have the same sex drive I had and I respected that. When I needed it, he was always down. At the same time, I rarely had to ask. Would I have liked it more often? Of course. But it was frequent enough that I was content. Most importantly, it seemed balanced on who initiated it and he never treated it as a chore or something he had to do. Just as I understood him, he understood that I was a woman who enjoyed sex. He respected that need by meeting me halfway.

It went beyond that though. Him having a low sex drive didn’t mean he wasn’t down for other things. In the weeks that followed, my toy collection had grown considerably as we expanded to try new things. I learned that him not being interested in sex had nothing to do with his desire to pleasure me. So while we only had sex two or three times a week, I was getting off every night. He loved using ‘his’ toys, and I loved playing patient.

He was still trying to get me to call him Dr. Pleasure though.

Hard pass on that.

…

Maybe when he graduated dental school.

So while our sex drives weren’t aligned, we made it work in a way that left us both happy. I got to spend every night being pleasured by the man I loved, and he enjoyed pleasuring the prettiest girl his goofy ass was ever going to get.

Things were going great until I caught him masturbating. The professor never showed up, emailing everyone forty minutes after class was supposed to start that class was canceled. I’d already left twenty minutes after since most other students did. Politely declining offers to grab coffee with some of the other girls, I headed home. Since Colin was off today, I figured we could order take-out and watch Netflix.

Finding our place eerily silent, I headed back to the bedroom. Halfway there, I heard my name.

“Erin.”

My response was cut off as he continued.

“Fuck, Erin. You naughty bitch.”

A grin spread over my face. I’d heard that tone of voice plenty of times to know when he was up to no good. Was I upset he was masturbating? A little. Not so much that he was watching porn, but because I could put that wonderful cock of his to better use.

Ah well, I suppose it was okay since he was thinking about me while doing it.

Actually, that was kinda hot. Wonder how many times he did that when he was crushing on me back in high school. Maybe I should ask…

But that was for another time. I had a golden fucking opportunity right now and there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to miss it.

Hopping around the corner, I stood at the door as I stuck a pose. “I’ll admit to the naughty part, but the ‘bitch’ is a bit hurtful,” I said with a teasing pout.

The reaction was totally worth it. Pants down, dick out, his eyes were huge as he let out a little shriek.

“Stop!” I shouted. “Don’t you dare move.” My voice dripped with authority as I moved over to him. He had frozen in place, a terrified expression on his face.

I was living it up, a smirk on my face as I sauntered over to him. I put a bit extra sway to my hips as I walked.

“Well, well, well,” I said, living it up. “What. Do. We. Have. Here?”

His eyes moved to the screen.

“Ah!” I said, pointing at him. “You close it and I swear to god.”

I didn’t know what I would do, but the threat of consequences was enough to stay his hand.

Laughing at his petrified look, I slapped him on the shoulder. “Lighten up, Colin. I’m just fucking with you. I don’t care if you look at porn, just don’t make it a habit, okay? Better uses for that and all.”

I looked at the screen. “What kind of vanilla ass shit are you—”

Oh.

Uh.

Hmm.

I glanced at Colin. His face was red as he avoided my gaze.

Straightening, I backed away. “I need some coffee. Take five or ten minutes to collect your thoughts and come down when you’re ready to talk.”

Without another word or glance back, I left the room. Heading to the kitchen, I went through the motions to make coffee. I hope he took ten minutes because I needed ten minutes.

In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t terrible. Shocking. Yeah. That was it. I had been expecting hentai considering I wheedled that gem out of him back in high school. Maybe something a little more risque like threesomes or step porn since I knew he dabbled in those genres too. Any one of those or more would have been fine. I’d tease the shit out of him of course, but it was something we would laugh about later.

Slut fucks tinder date while boyfriend films

Standing ovation to the person who came up with that blockbuster title.

Lot to unpack.

Maybe the girl was hot? Hotter than me? No, but different was its own beauty; variety being the spice of life and all that. Maybe Colin was feeling blond over the rare gem of an all-natural redhead.

God, I wish I could believe that.

Erin the naughty bitch.

Didn’t take a high school degree and a year of college to put everything together. The girl in the video was a stand-in for me. A rather poor one if I was honest. Nothing bad about her, but—

Tangents like that weren’t helping.

So many things hit me all at once. Slut. Tinder date. Boyfriend filming.

‘Fuck, Erin. You naughty bitch.’

His words echoed around my mind as I poured two cups of coffee, dousing one with creamer for Colin. I moved in a daze, heading for the table to wait.

What was the appeal? Yeah, I enjoyed sex, but I wasn’t a fucking slut. While I had experience with handy’s and blowing guys, each and every one was with the guy I’d been dating. Beyond that, the only man I’d ever had sex with was Colin. Sure, we weren’t dating at the time, and didn’t go official for months after, but we did start dating and he was still the only man I’d slept with. If he thought me being experienced in blowjobs made me a slut—

I took a breath and let it out slowly, letting the anger flow out with it. I would not be angry about this.

Calm down, take a step back; look at the facts.

I caught Colin jacking off to a fantasy of me… what? Being slutty? Fucking a Tinder date? Being filmed? Oh man, I really hope he came down soon. The faster we got this cleared up, the sooner we could move on. Then again, I still didn’t know what to feel or think about all this. I needed more information. Information I couldn’t get without Colin.

Shuffling into the room, I watched as my dejected boyfriend slid into the chair across from me. Nothing was said as we sat there; me with my hands around my coffee mug and him staring down at his lap.

I mentally sighed. This was going nowhere. We’d die of old age before he said anything.

“I just want to make it clear, I’m not mad.” He still didn’t say anything, not even moving. My grip on the mug tightened, anger mixing with my words as I spoke. “Christ, Colin. Stop acting like I’m you’re fucking mom catching you with porn. You are a grown-ass man. Act like it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want your fucking apology. You haven’t done anything wrong!” I put a foot on the brake, reining back the anger as I got my emotions in control. My new calm was reflected in my voice. “I’m just trying to understand you. Clearly you were into… something.”

I was losing him to his shell. I knew him too well and could see the signs. I refused to let that happen.

“Hey. Look at me.” It took a few seconds, but when he did, I gave him the brightest smile I could muster to encourage him. “Why don’t you start at the beginning?”

He sighed but nodded. I resisted the urge to sigh too as relief flooded me. If he buttoned up, it might be hours or days before I could coax him out. “A few weeks ago, I was looking at ways to boost my sex drive.”

It was hard not to groan. Really hard. You sweet, beautiful dumb-dumb. Even though we found a pace we were happy with, he was still caught up on that.

He had paused to see if I would say anything. When I didn’t, he continued. “Anyway, I dug around for a bit, weighing options. One day, I found myself browsing porn. Not really to jack off or anything, but to see if maybe something caught my eye.”

“And something did.”

He nodded but offered nothing more.

“Slut fucks tinder date while boyfriend films,” I repeated. He flinched, eyes sliding away. “Again, not mad.” Worried I was losing him again, I tried injecting some humor. “Come on. If I’m dating you despite your love for cartoon titties…”

Phew. A smile. Seizing the opportunity, I moved so I was sitting next to him. Resting my hand on his shoulder, I put every ounce of warmth and love I could manage as I spoke.

“I’m not going to judge you. I just… I want to understand. You were clearly into some fantasy about me. This is the first time I’ve really seen you into something when it comes to sex so…”

Nothing.

“Please?” I whispered, my hands resting on his.