It had taken a little talking, but Melinda had finally convinced Gerald to visit his family without her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like his family, and she loved him madly, but, well, they’d been married five years and in all that time she’d had precisely two weekends to herself. She’d just wanted a time out from being a minister’s wife and everything that went along with it. So when he left Wednesday night after services and youth group she’d sighed a big sigh of relief, closed the curtains, locked the doors and then stripped off the sensible, minister’s wife clothes she’d been wearing, poured herself a big glass of white wine, and lounged around, naked and comfortable, watching television shows Gerald would have told her weren’t appropriate material for a minister and his wife, even if they were amusing.

She had no obligations until Sunday when she would be expected at services, and Sunday afternoon the senior youth group would be visiting the house for the last session of the responsible relationships course before they started off to college. Gerald was preaching in his family’s church that morning and wouldn’t be back until just before the youth group was due at the house.

They’d married just more than five years before, after a year-long courtship where Gerald’s calm, thoughtful, graduate-divinity-student-soon-to-be-minister demeanor and handsome features had persuaded Melinda to become his wife and to tone down her life a bit. She had not been wild before Gerald, but she definitely had been far more sexually active and adventuresome than had he.

He earned his doctorate, she earned her bachelor’s, and two months later, on a hot July day, they’d been married by Gerald’s uncle. She was barely 22. He was 28.

Gerald had quickly found a position with a fairly well-off church in the “city” near where he’d grown up. They lived in a house that had been donated to the church by one of its founding members. The only reason it had not become the pastor’s home, even though it was larger and more comfortable than the rectory next to the church, was that it was located more than ten miles away from the church and the current pastor believed in being physically close to the church itself. So, she and Gerald had the privilege of living in a 4,500 square foot home in the middle of a ten-acre nature preserve with five bedrooms, seven baths, a three-car garage and ample entertaining space as well as a large pool that the previous owner had swum lengths in every day of his adult life. The price for that luxury was that the church used the house for entertaining and meetings frequently and occasionally hosted overnight guests there as well.

But nothing, other than the senior youth group, had been scheduled that week. Melinda had the house to herself.

She’d dug out some of her old clothes – more revealing and more comfortable ones that Gerald would only let her wear if he were sure they would be alone…and not often even then. On Thursday she drove 50 miles to another city, wearing a only a thong, a pair of tight capris that tended to ride up a bit, a pushup bra and a sleeveless white blouse that she left unbuttoned far enough so that her cleavage attracted a few stares from the stock boys and an assistant manager in the liquor store. She bought wine, had lunch, and then went to an afternoon matinee of an R-rated romantic movie that Gerald would never have taken her to see.

That night Melinda called an old friend from college, Stacy, and they’d talked on the phone for hours, or so it seemed. The talked about everything – life after college, family, vacations they had taken, classes…and what it was like being married. Stacy had married only a year before and, so far, her experiences had been pretty much similar to Melinda’s. A few arguments, lots of getting used to each other, but basically good and fun. And then Stacy asked about sex.

“So, five years in are you still doing it every night?” Stacy asked.

“Hardly,” Melinda replied, a bit sadly. “In fact, for the last year or so it’s rarely been more than a few times a month. We’re just too busy.”

“That’s all?” Stacy exclaimed. “But you, you know, you always had somebody – well, almost always. And I know you masturbated pretty regularly too. I remember finding your vibrator that day.”

“Thanks for reminding me of that,” Melinda said. It was true. She enjoyed sex and owned a vibrator or two. In those days, Melinda remembered, she’d had a hard time keeping her hands off herself – or any of the good-looking, reasonably polite guys that were always after her.

“But really,” Stacy said, “only a couple of times a month?”

“Yes,” Melinda admitted. “And then only missionary and never for more than 10 or 15 minutes. That’s all we seem to be finding time for.”

“How do you stand it?” Stacy asked.

“He does make me come. But, I still have fantasies about some of the men I see around. And I still masturbate,” Melinda admitted. “Look, its ok. I love Gerald. He’s tremendous. He understands how horny I get and that from time to time I’m going to masturbate if he’s not around or doesn’t have time. But he’s a minister and believes that we need to set an example for the community. And, he’s been working his tail off and it’s paying off. He was promoted to associate pastor.”

“That’s great. But, if you’re setting an example, why no babies?” Stacy asked, a bit nosily.

“Because I upgraded to an IUD shortly before we got married. We knew if we had babies right away it would make life more difficult. And, then, we really couldn’t afford a child. But with Gerald’s promotion, well, now I’m thinking that I’ll have my gynecologist remove it the next time I get a checkup.”

“And Gerald’s ok with that?”

“Yes. We talked about it before we got married. It’s working out just fine.”

“I guess,” Stacy replied. “But if Frank and I only did it a couple of times a month I’d be jumping the mail man every few days.”

“I know, I know. There are definitely days. But I’m a minister’s wife. I have to behave myself.”

“Melinda, I can hardly believe you’re making do with sex only a couple of times a month. It’s just not you.”

“Well, yes and no,” Melinda admitted. “Mostly because I love Gerald and he loves me. So I’ve changed a little. I still get horny. I still get aroused looking at certain men. But, well, I’m a minister’s wife now. It’s just the way it is.”

“Sounds a little dull to me,” Stacy said.

“Well, it’s not, really,” Melinda replied. “”It is what it is.” She wasn’t really convinced of what she was saying, but she knew it was the right thing to say.

They talked about some other things for a while and then hung up. It had been a long day. Melinda undressed and got ready for bed. She’d sleep in the nude. Gerald never let her – she had nice, sensible nightgowns and pajamas now. But what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. And no one was in the house but her, anyway.

She was restless. Just at the edge of being aroused. She had a glass of wine and tried to watch television, but nothing could keep her attention. Finally she went to bed, but her dreams kept her tossing and turning. Every one of them was about sex, and Gerald wasn’t in any of them. Members of the youth group were in most of them. Different boys and, in one, a few of the girls, too, at some kind of an orgy.

Friday during the day was just as bad. She spent the day cleaning the house and doing laundry, but she couldn’t get her mind off sex. She even caught herself pressing her crotch against the washer as it rumbled and shook through its cycles. Thinking a swim might distract her, she put on her old college tank suit and swam up and down the length of the pool for 45 minutes. It didn’t help. The suit was a little tight and the feel of the water flowing over her body just aroused her even more. She should have worn the suit Gerald bought for her, she thought. Very modest and with a full skirt.

She didn’t know why, but she resisted masturbating. She kept thinking about somebody catching her. And about the things she did in college, before Gerald. But she kept her hands off herself.

On Saturday Ben ate an early lunch and then picked up the truck and drove over to the barn at the Lovejoy’s house to get the tables and chairs for the meeting the next day. Although he’d really “graduated” from the youth group after he went to college, for the last two summers he helped Reverend and Mrs. Lovejoy with different youth groups and especially with the responsible relationships course. His job today was to set the tables and chairs up for the meeting the next afternoon. It was going to be kind of a party around the pool, with food and sodas. He came in through the back entrance, since that was closer to the barn. He grabbed a couple of the metal tubs they used to put the sodas and ice in while he was at it. After he had everything loaded into the truck he headed up the road to the pool area.

Nobody was supposed to be at the house. The Lovejoys were supposed to have gone to his family’s house and weren’t due back until Sunday just before the meeting. So Ben was a little surprised when he looked through the trees and saw someone standing by the pool. The pool area was surrounded by a low fence, and fir trees had been planted all around it, but they hadn’t completely grown up yet, and he had a good view of the terrace between the house and the pool. He was, he thought, more or less hidden from view.

A woman was there, stretching. She was tall, with chestnut hair and impressive figure. She wore a navy blue tank suit that in one way was pretty modest, but in other ways not really. As she bent over, Ben had a clear view of her long legs and her tight, round bottom. The fabric was molded to her body and he could see the line between her buttocks. He felt a stirring in his groin.

Ben knew he was being a bit rude by just watching and not announcing himself, but he couldn’t resist. The woman looked familiar as she bent and stretched and the tight suit clearly showed the shape of her bottom and, when she turned around facing him, her breasts. He was getting erect as he watched, and he tried to resist because he knew he eventually would have to announce himself.

Melinda’s night had been just as bad as the one before. When she finally fell asleep her dreams were all of sex. And all of them featured members of the youth group. She woke up with a pillow between her legs and the sheets soaking wet. She got up and showered, ate breakfast, and then finished cleaning the house for the meeting the next day.

She tried to nap, but she was still restless, her body just on the edge of being aroused. She decided to take a swim.

Not long after she’d walked out to the pool Melinda heard the truck coming up from the barn. She remembered that Ben was coming to set up the tables and chairs. After thinking for a moment about going in and putting on her more modest bathing suit, the one with the skirt that Gerald preferred she wear if there were others around when she was swimming, but decided not to. What she was wearing was fine and perfectly modest. And, she thought to herself, if Ben enjoys watching me in this suit that’s fine – more than fine. So she went through her stretching routine, making sure that she gave Ben a nice view of her bottom and chest from time to time.

After a few more minutes of stretching Melinda gave up on Ben coming into the pool area right away. She had an idea why, and a little shudder went through her when it crossed her mind. She jumped in the pool and started swimming laps. Maybe exercise would calm her down a little.

Ben watched Melinda swim a few laps, still not realizing who he was watching. Finally he decided to get to work. Whoever it was, she was nice to look at. He opened the back of the truck, pulled out a table, and rolled it into the yard. He set it up and went back to the truck for the next table.

Melinda kept swimming as Ben worked. She’d glance up every once in awhile, but Ben was working diligently.

Ben did his best not to stare too much at the woman in the pool. He couldn’t see a lot, but it was clear that she had large breasts, long legs and a cute ass. He decided not to interrupt her until he was finished.

It didn’t take long. There were only five tables to set up, and each had six chairs. It took him about 20 minutes, and as he placed the last tub next to the walkway to the house where they usually were put, Melinda finished her last lap and stood up in the pool.

Ben looked up as she did. He still didn’t realize who she was as she smoothed her hair back from her face. He wasn’t looking at her face. He was looking at her large breasts, and the two nipples poking up very noticeably through the fabric of the suit.

“Hi Ben!” Melinda said brightly.

His head jerked up and he looked Mrs. Lovejoy straight in the face. He was incredibly embarrassed and blushed bright red. He’d been lusting after a minister’s wife. How could he have been so stupid?

Melinda smiled. It was nice to be noticed, and it was even nicer that Ben had the courtesy to be a little ashamed of looking at her breasts. She decided to tease him a little.

“How have you been Ben?” she asked, moving toward the pool ladder.

“Just fine, ma’am, thank you. How are you?”

“I’m well Ben,” she said, climbing up the ladder. She raised her leg to the top rung so the suit would ride up between her legs as she pulled herself out of the pool. “All ready for tomorrow?”

“Yes ma’am. We’ll just have to get the ice and put the tablecloths out after services.”

“Good, good,” she replied. “You look a little warm, would you like some lemonade?”

“Yes, please,” he replied, “that would be nice.”

Melinda led him over to the patio table near the house and picked up her towel. “Wait here,” she said, “I’ll be right back.” As she walked toward the house she stretched her arms up and began drying her hair. She also swayed her hips a little more than usual.

“You jerk!” Ben thought to himself as Melinda walked into the house. “You were spying on the minister’s wife. What’s wrong with you?” He sat down at the table, telling himself to behave and stop looking at her with lust.

As Melinda came back out of the house with the lemonade Ben stood up. She’d pulled her hair back with an elastic band. She was still wearing the blue tank suit, and Ben could clearly see her erect nipples and, as his eyes dropped lower, the outline of her vulva.

“You’re too polite, Ben,” Melinda told him, smiling at his elevator eyes. She was pleased he was so polite. And that he bothered to look, especially since she’d run an ice cube over her nipples and had been rubbing her vulva so it would swell up a bit and be visible in the suit. Actually, she thought a lot about Ben. He’d been one of the first of the young people to come to Gerald’s youth group activities and had helped out a lot as the groups got established and grew. Over the years they’d all become close friends, and their friendship grew, especially after Ben left for college. He and Gerald had a regular correspondence and on vacations and during the summer Ben spent a lot of time with the two of them, helping with various chores around the church and with different youth groups.

And then there was the night Ben had stepped in between her and a young man who was distraught and about to attack Melinda over a breakup with his girlfriend that he blamed on the Lovejoys and the youth group. Ben had calmly spoken with him and calmed him down, then led him out of the house. Since that night Gerald and Melinda looked on Ben more as a colleague and friend than a student that helped them out from time to time.

“Thank you,” Ben replied, taking the glass of lemonade she offered and holding her chair for her as she sat down. He scolded himself for looking at her body.

“Ben,” Melinda said when he sat down, “may I have a frank conversation with you?”

“Oh shit,” Ben thought to himself. “She’s going to chew me out for being such a perv.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said softly. “I apologize for looking at you like that.”

Melinda laughed.

“Ben, you don’t need to worry about that. I enjoy being looked at by good looking men like you. In fact, I would have been a little offended if you hadn’t looked.”

“But, but,” Ben stammered, “It’s rude to look at you like that.”

“Ben, it’s normal and natural. You’re a healthy man. I’m a healthy woman. Nature intended us to look.”

“Yes ma’am,” Ben replied. He was a little confused, but also relieved.

“Actually Ben, this gives me a good opportunity,” Melinda said. “I want to talk to you about the responsible relationships course. Gerald and I have been talking, and we’re thinking about adding a new segment to the course. Since you’ve helped lead the course we want your opinion.”

“I think the course is pretty good as it is,” Ben replied.

“It is,” Melinda said, “but it’s missing something important. It’s missing a clear discussion of responsible sexuality.”

“But,” Ben said, a bit confused, “We do a whole segment on birth control. And the course focuses on waiting for sex until marriage.”

“That’s true, Ben” Melinda replied, “but not everyone waits for marriage. To be honest, most folks these days don’t wait for marriage. I’m sure you’ve seen that at college. You may not even be a virgin. And we, Gerald and I, think it would be appropriate, with the right students, the right mature students, to discuss what a sexually responsible relationship is and how you can know if you’re ready and mature enough to have that kind of a relationship. And then we think we should talk about the kinds of sexual activities people in those kinds of relationships might engage in.”

“Wow,” Ben sighed. What Mrs. Lovejoy was saying was pretty serious. He was also a little embarrassed. He was a virgin. To be truthful, he’d never done anything more than kiss a girl and he tried not to masturbate very much.

“Yes, wow Ben,” Melinda said, looking deep into his eyes. He noticed that her eyes were as blue as the ocean. Her look was kind, but serious. “So tell me, do you think that would be a good thing to do? We’d have to select the right students, students like you, but if we did, would it be a good thing?”

Ben thought carefully about what he was being told. If it were true, Mrs. Lovejoy was telling him that it was possible to have a sexual relationship outside of marriage. But he was confused about why she thought he’d be a good candidate. He’d never had a relationship that got anywhere near that kind of a stage.

“Mrs. Lovejoy,” he said, quietly, “I think it’s probably a good idea, but for me, well, I’ve never even thought about that kind of thing. As a matter of fact, I’ve never done anything more than kiss a girl. I don’t know if I’d be the right kind of student for that kind of a class.”

“Nothing more than just kiss a girl?” Melinda asked.

“No ma’am, never.”

Melinda thought about that for awhile. For some reason she had been sure that Ben, by now, getting ready for his senior year of college, that he would have had some sexual encounter with a woman, even if he hadn’t yet lost his virginity.

“Ben,” she began, thinking to herself that she was definitely going out on a limb, “you know that Gerald and I think very highly of you. In fact, we consider you a friend – a dear and special friend. We deeply trust and respect you – that’s why I’m having this conversation with you. But Ben, do you really think you’re not ready to help us with this segment of the course?”

“I don’t know, Mrs. Lovejoy, I would hope so, but I really don’t know that much about the things you were talking about. I mean, I just haven’t done anything sexually with a woman.”

Melinda thought carefully to herself. It would be better if Ben had more experience with women. Then he could better describe the emotions and the feelings that the students would encounter in life. Maybe, maybe she could help him get some of that experience. She’d just be helping him out, teaching him. It would be ok. She’d be teaching him, helping him get ready for the new part of the course.

“Ben, I think that you could do well with this course. I’m sure you could learn what you need to know pretty quickly I’m sure you have the maturity and are a very responsible person.”

“Thank you,” he replied. He wondered a little about what she meant by saying he could learn what he needed to know quickly.

They spoke about the course, about the young men and women who might be ready for this extra segment of the course, and how it would fit into the time frame of the course. After 30 minutes or so Melinda realized the afternoon had gotten hot and she was quite warm.

“Ben, would you like to go for a swim?” she asked.

“That would be nice,” he replied, “but I didn’t bring my swimsuit.”

“Ben,” Melinda said quietly, “You don’t need a swimsuit.”

“Mrs. Lovejoy?” Ben didn’t believe what he thought he was hearing.

“Ben, you don’t need a swimsuit. We’re good and close friends. To be frank, when I was in college I visited a nudist resort a few times with some of my friends. There was nothing sexual about it – well, at least at while we were at the resort there was nothing sexual about it. It’s quite private here and no one will interrupt us. And, I think, being around a nude woman for a little while will help you understand some of the things we hope to teach in this new segment of the class.”

“But what if I, you know, what if I, you know…”

“Ben, if you get an erection that’s ok. If we were at a nudist resort I’d tell you to just roll over until it went away, but here, well, here, just between us, it’s ok. I don’t mind. In fact, if you do get an erection I’ll just think that you’re giving me a compliment.”

“Yes, ma’aam,” Ben replied. He was a little confused, but also a little excited. Mrs. Lovejoy would like it if he got an erection in front of her? Surely that couldn’t be right.

“And Ben, call me Melinda. We’re friends, close friends. You can use my first name. So now, I’m hot, there’s a nice, cool pool right over there, so let’s go swimming.” And, saying that, she stood up, peeled off her tank suit, and walked over to the pool.

Ben was stunned. Mrs. Lovejoy, Melinda, was standing naked in front of him. He couldn’t help but stare. She was stunning. Her skin was pale, with only the slightest hint of tan lines. Her breasts were full and round, capped with large, dark pink, oval areola and long nipples. She had long slim legs and, when he finally dared look, her pubis was covered with neatly trimmed chestnut curls, almost the same shade as the hair on her head.

“Ben!’ Melinda called him. “When a lady asks you to skinny dip with her the polite thing to do is to remove your clothes and join her in the pool.” She was teasing. She’d purposely stopped at the edge of the pool and turned so that Ben could look at her. She also knew that if she waited much longer to jump in the pool she’d chicken out and run into the house. But it was ok. It was just like at the nudist resort. Ben would get a little education and she’d get to skinny dip. And see a good looking guy naked. She’d be teaching him how to behave in the presence of a nude woman. It would be ok.

“Oh, sorry,” Ben replied. He stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes. It didn’t feel right, but Mrs. Lovejoy, Melinda, had told him to.

“Don’t be sorry, Ben. It’s ok to look. I suspect you haven’t seen many nude women in person.”

“You’re the first,” he admitted, walking over to the pool. He tried to keep his eyes on hers, but they kept wandering down her body.

“Well, I’m pleased I could be your first. Let’s cool off and then we can talk some more about the course.”

Melinda stepped down into the pool and floated out into the middle on her back. Ben walked over to the pool and dove in at the deep end, then swam a few laps.

Melinda watched him. He had a tight little butt and a flat stomach and he really, she thought, was a good looking man. Yes, she thought to herself, he was a very good looking man. And she could teach him. She floated on her back, enjoying the caress of the water on her body.

Ben finished his laps and stood next to Melinda where she was floating. The water covered him up to his waist. He looked down at Melinda. Her legs were slightly parted, and he could clearly see that she had shaved the hair from her labia and the hair he had seen before had been trimmed into a neat triangle that ended just above where her labia began.

Melinda floated quietly, aware of how Ben was looking at her body. It had been a long time since anyone other than Gerald had looked at her, and, she thought, it felt good.

Ben lay back into the water and floated next to Melinda for a while, enjoying the feel of the water on his body. He was surprised that he was not erect, especially because he was very, very aware of the feeling of the water as it moved over his penis and testicles.

“It’s different without a suit, isn’t it?” Melinda asked him.

“Yes,” he replied. “You can really feel it everywhere.”

“You sure can,” she replied. “I always thought the best part about skinny dipping was the feel of the water flowing over my breasts and vulva. It’s very stimulating.”

They talked about nothing in particular for the next ten or fifteen minutes, floating around the pool. In the back of her mind Melinda wondered a bit about how Gerald would react if she told him about being naked with Ben. She didn’t think about it again, not wanting to deal with the thought of Gerald being upset with her. She was teaching Ben. It was OK.

After they’d gotten out of the pool and dried off, Ben reached down to pick up his shirt.

“No Ben, don’t. Don’t put your clothes back on. Let’s just sit here together. There are some things we can talk about and the more comfortable you are being around a nude woman and being nude yourself the better a job I think you’ll do with the responsible sexuality part of the course.”

“If you say so, Melinda,” he replied. It was kind of exciting to sit there in the nude with her.

“Ben, is it really true you’ve never seen a woman in the nude before?”

“Umm, yes, well, I mean, I have seen pictures in magazines and on the internet. But no, I’ve never been with anyone like we are now.”

“Ok. Well then, I think you need to look at me carefully. Pictures in magazines and on the internet don’t show you real women, at least for the most part. For example,” she said, standing up and turning around, “look at my butt. It sags a little. When I was eighteen maybe it didn’t, but age and gravity work on everybody.”

Ben was looking. It sure didn’t look to him like Melinda’s butt was sagging at all. It looked round and tiny and just about perfect.

“The same goes for my breasts,” Melinda said, turning back around. “If you look, you can see the right one is a little bigger than the left one, and they’re starting to sag a little, too. And my areola aren’t perfectly round and light brown. They’re pink and oval and the right one is different from the left one.”

“Melinda,” Ben said, “I think you’re gorgeous. Your butt is amazing and your breasts, well, they’re incredible.” He blushed bright red. He couldn’t imagine that he could ever say anything like that to a woman, much less a minister’s wife.

“Ben, you’re a flatterer. And it’s sweet that you’re blushing. But, sweety, when you have 38C boobs and you’re 27 years old they don’t stick out like a teenager’s.”

“They’re still gorgeous,” he replied.

“Thank you,” Melinda replied. She blushed a little herself and looked at Ben. He was handsome. He was sweet. He was her friend. OK, she told herself, I’ll push it a little. He needs to know about this stuff anyway. She sat quietly, thinking about what to do next. What did he need to know?

A moment later she sat up a little.

“Ben,” she said. “Get down here on your knees in front of me. Here, put this towel down so you have something between your knees and the tiles.”

Ben did as he was told.

“Now look at my pussy, Ben,” she said. “Look at it carefully. Now, every one you’ll ever see will be different, but they all work pretty much the same way. Right now I’m not really aroused. Just a little.”

“A little,” Ben said, looking up at her.

“Yes, Ben, a little. You’re a very good looking man. You’re naked. I’m not totally immune.”

“Oh, wow,” Ben replied. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. So look at me. You can see that my pussy is just a little swollen. My inner labia are just starting to poke out a bit. A lot of women are like this – when we’re not excited you can just see our outer labia, pushed together, or maybe just the edges of our inner lips poking out. Other women are shaped a little differently. They’re inner labia may be longer, or more prominent. Anyway.” She hooked her hands under her knees and pulled her legs up and open, exposing her mound and her ass. “Underneath here is my anus. You know what that’s for.”

“Yes,” Ben said. He couldn’t believe that he was staring at Melinda’s anus. And that she wanted him to do it.

“Now,” she said, letting her legs down but keeping them spread open and then grasping and pulling open her labia, “look inside me here. This hole here, down at the bottom, that’s my vagina. That’s where your penis goes, like my finger is doing now. You know that.

Ben did. Melinda pulled her finger out of her vagina and he looked at the round, pink opening.

Now, here,” she said, pulling her finger up a little, “here’s my urethra. That’s where I pee from.”

“Yes,” Ben said. He tried to memorize what it looked like.

“Ok, now, here’s the most important part. Do you know what a clitoris is?”

“Umm,” Ben replied, “Umm, that’s where your nerves are. The ones that make you feel good during sex.”

“Right,” Melinda said. “Look here, here where my inner labia come together at the top. This little bit of skin here, at the top, that’s the hood of my clitoris. It covers up my clitoris – it protects it. A woman’s clitoris is very, very sensitive. A lot of times it’s too much if you touch it directly…it hurts sometimes. So just rubbing here, on the hood, feels really good. It rubs against the clitoris and feels incredible.” Melinda rubbed herself gently, sliding the skin of her hood up and down her clit. She felt it starting to swell.

“Yes,” said Ben. He felt himself starting to get hard.

“OK,” Melinda said, taking a deep breath, “I’m going to pull back the hood so you can see my clitoris.”

“Good,” Ben said.

“Yes, good,” Melinda replied. “Look carefully.” Slowly she began to pull back the hood and expose her clitoris. She was getting more excited, and as she slipped the hood back fully she felt herself lubricate.

“That little pink nub, right there, that’s my clitoris. Can you see it?”

“Yes,” Ben said. “It’s beautiful.”

“Well, no one’s ever said that to me before,” Melinda laughed gently. “I never really thought of my clit as being beautiful.”

“It’s gorgeous,” Ben replied. “All of it is, just like the rest of you.” He meant it.

“Well, thank you Ben. And look, if you look at my vagina, you’ll see that it’s starting to get wet. That means I’m really starting to get aroused.” If only he’d be a little bolder. If only he would lean forward and start licking her. She had to resist. Showing him her pussy and pointing out its parts was pretty aggressive.

“Oh,” Ben said.

“And so are you by the looks of things,” Melinda said, looking down at Ben. He was erect and Melinda couldn’t help thinking about it in comparison with Gerald’s. Ben wasn’t quite as long, but he was noticeably thicker. She scooched forward, hoping he would get the idea and start licking her.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Ben said, blushing and sitting back a little.

“Don’t be, it’s ok,” Melinda told him. “It’s normal and natural. And it gives us an opportunity to talk about what responsible people do in this kind of a situation.”

“Yes,” Ben replied.

“Yes. Go sit down.” She had to make herself say it. She wanted his mouth on her. She wanted to feel his tongue poking into her and lapping all around her clit.

Ben got up off his knees and sat down in the chair opposite Melinda’s.

“Some people, in this situation,” Melinda continued, “would move right to intercourse. They’d say, ‘we’re good friends, it would be fun, let’s do it.’ And they would.”

“Umm, right,” Ben replied.

“But in a responsible relationship, they might choose to do something different, especially if it was during a time of the month when the woman was particularly fertile.”

“Like what?” Ben asked. He had some ideas, but wanted to see where Melinda was headed.

“Well,” she replied, “let’s start with the situation you and I are in right now. For whatever reason, we’re sitting her together, both naked, both beginning to be aroused. Skinny dipping isn’t all that unusual. You might be at a cabin at the lake, sitting in chairs like we are, with a woman on a warm evening. You might know her fairly well, like we know each other. You may both have romantic feelings for each other. Since you were comfortable enough to skinny dip with each other, maybe you’ve kissed a little, or even more.”

“OK,” Ben said. He was getting a little more excited.

“So, one option, assuming they didn’t want to tempt themselves too much by doing anything where they touch each other, could be to watch each other masturbate.”

“They could?” Ben asked. He’d never thought about watching a woman masturbate. He wasn’t really sure they even did.

“Yes, they could Ben.” All right, Melinda thought to herself, I’m really getting in deep here. But I’m not touching him and he’s not touching me. It’s just a demonstration. It’s ok. “She might start pinching her nipples, like this,” she said. With her left hand she pinched and tugged are her nipples as Ben watched. She looked down at his crotch and saw his cock harden even more.

“And he might start rubbing his cock,” she continued. “Go ahead, it’s ok. You need to know how the responsible actions feel – what your emotions will be when you do it. Go ahead. Now.”

Ben did as he was told, taking hold of his cock with his right hand and beginning to stroke it up and down. It was a familiar action, but for some reason felt different with Melinda watching him.

“And then she’d reach down between her legs, and rub herself, like this,” Melinda said. Her left hand stayed crossed against her chest, the fingers worrying her right nipple and with her right hand she reached between her legs and began to rub herself.

Ben’s grip tightened on his cock and he began to stroke himself a little faster.

“That’s looks so good, Ben,” Melinda said, her fingers working steady circles around her clitoris.

“You do, too,” Ben replied. He was fascinated. Melinda was actually masturbating in front of him. He was really, really excited. He stroked even faster.

Melinda watched, fascinated as Ben’s hand moved faster and faster. She pushed two fingers into herself. “Oh god,” she moaned. It felt so good. It had been too many days since Gerald had been inside her. She pulled the fingers out, and then thrust them into herself again, the heel of her hand pushed against her clit. Another moan escaped from her throat.

Ben gripped himself even harder, sliding the skin on the shaft of his cock up over the head and then pulling it back down again. “Oh geez,” he moaned. He was getting close.

Melinda looked up. This was going a little too far. She pulled her hands away from her body and sat up.

“Stop Ben, stop now!” she said, firmly and loudly.

Ben dropped his cock, a bit confused.

“We don’t want to go too far,” Melinda said. “We want to be responsible,” she explained.

“Yes, responsible,” Ben replied.

“And if we stay out here much longer, she said, changing the subject, “we’re both going to get burned even worse than we already are,” Melinda continued. “And I don’t know about you and that nice cock of yours, but I’m not really interested in sunburned boobs or pussy.”

Ben blushed. He’d never thought about getting sunburn down there. He looked at Melinda and realized she was right. Her pale skin was beginning to redden a little, and not just in the places she’d been rubbing herself.

“Come inside,” she told him. “I’ve got some lotion with aloe. It will help relieve anything that we might have burned.”

“Wait here,” Melinda told him when they got to the living room. “I’ll be right back.”

“OK,” Ben replied. He looked around the room while he waited for her. He’d been in it a thousand times, it seemed. But standing naked in the minister’s living room, it just didn’t feel quite right.

“Here,” Melinda said as she returned and handed him a folded up sheet. “Help me spread this out on the floor.”

Ben took the sheet and began to unfold it. Melissa set a bottle of lotion she was holding down on the coffee table and pushed the table close to the couch. Then she helped him spread out the sheet on the floor.

“Another thing people might do is a nice massage. When I was in college that was one way I could let someone know I really liked them. I’d get them to take off their shirt and lie down on the floor on their front. Then I’d give them a nice back massage.”

“That sounds pleasant,” said Ben.

“It’s very nice. But, I’ll tell you something private. The way I knew Gerald was really something special was when we gave each other back massages. When it was his turn to do me I took off my blouse and lay down. Before he started he unhooked my bra. I thought that was pretty bold and I told him so. But he said he had no intention of taking advantage of me, just that my bra would get in the way and he was a little worried about staining it with the lotion we were using. And then he kept his word. His hands didn’t go anywhere near my breasts. When he was finished he hooked my bra back, and then he turned around and didn’t look so I could adjust it before I put my blouse back on. That’s when I knew he was really special.”

“Uh, uh,” Ben said. He filed the information away for future reference.

“Lie down, Ben, let me rub some of this on your back so any burn you might have doesn’t hurt.”

“OK,” he replied and lay down on his stomach, cradling his head in his arms.

Melinda poured some of the lotion into her hands and then began rubbing it into Ben’s back. His shoulders were broad and strong and his skin smooth with just the faintest blush of a sunburn.

“Mmmmh, that feels nice,” he said.

“I enjoy doing it. You see, this is another way to be intimate and to be responsible about it,” she said, running her hands up and down the length of his back. A picture flashed into her head, and she resisted the urge it brought to her mind. When she rubbed Gerald’s back she frequently bent forward, and, letting her breasts dangle, would run her nipples up and down the length of his back. She felt them harden and throb at the thought.

“OK, my turn,” she said, lightly slapping Ben’s ass. Melinda knew if she didn’t change places soon she would be rubbing more than just her nipples against Ben’s back.

Ben rolled over and sat up and Melinda lay down. He picked up the bottle of lotion and poured some into his hands.

“Rub your hands together a little to warm it up,” Melinda said. “I hate the feel of cold lotion.”

Ben did as he was told, gently rubbing his hands together and warming the lotion. He began by rubbing her shoulders. Her skin was pale, soft and warm and he gently kneaded the lotion into her. Slowly he moved down to the small of her back, and then back up again, taking care not to brush against

her breasts that were bulging softly from her sides.

It was incredible. He wasn’t quite sure he should be doing it. Melinda was the minister’s wife. They were naked. He was touching her. Her skin was soft. He could see her ass, and her breasts bulging out from her sides as she lay on her stomach.

“Rub my ass, Ben, please,” Melinda requested. His hands on her back were exciting her unbearably. She wanted more, but didn’t want to go too far. But having him squeeze her ass, surely that wasn’t too much. Was it? It was educational. He could learn what a woman’s ass felt like, and how it felt to rub it, and how he reacted to that intimacy.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yes, please. It’s a bit more intimate. Just don’t slide your hands between my legs. Just rub and stroke it like you’re doing my back, and maybe squeeze it a little.”

“Squeeze it?” Ben asked.

“Yes, Ben, squeeze my ass. I want you to know what it’s like to touch a woman intimately, yet respectfully. And while you’re doing it, pay attention to your feelings. Find out where your limits are – where you think you’d be tempted to go too far.”

Ben already thought that they’d gone a lot further than his limits were, but if Melinda was comfortable with it, maybe it was OK. And his cock was definitely telling him not to resist, even if his conscience was.

Ben slid is hands down an over Melinda’s ass. His cock throbbed. He was touching Melinda’s ass! He squeezed the soft, round globes a bit.

“Oh Ben, that’s so nice,” Melinda moaned.

He squeezed a little harder, and then ran his palms in circles around and around.

Melinda moaned again. There was no question; Ben had wonderful, exciting hands. She let him rub her for a bit longer, and then sat up again.

“That was wonderful Ben, but let’s cool off a little. I think I might have been getting a little too aroused. But anyway, do you see how it’s possible to be intimate and responsible?”

“I guess, Melinda,” Ben replied. “But I’m really excited now. If you hadn’t stopped me, I would have kept rubbing your, your…”

“May ass, Ben, my ass. Say it. Ass.”

“Your ass, Melinda,” Ben blushed.

“It’s ok to use those words, Ben,” Melinda said. “This isn’t a clinical situation. This is two friends, two good friends, showing their affection physically. Using those words can make it more exciting. Being clinical is fine in certain situations, but doesn’t really get into the spirit of things when it comes to fooling around.”

“But still,” Ben said, “I would have kept going.”

“That seems pretty normal to me, Ben.” Melinda replied. “While early in a potentially romantic relationship it would not be unusual to limit your activities to remaining clothed and stroking and rubbing each other’s backs and buttocks, and maybe even the woman’s breasts, and kissing each other, later on it would not be unusual to take things to the point where one or both of you reached orgasm. And then after that, well, then you might indulge in intercourse.”

“I can understand in a romantic relationship,” Ben replied, “But, where are the lines? How do you know where to go? And is it really ok to do these kinds of things outside of marriage?”

“Yes Ben, outside of marriage. In a truly loving and respectful relationship making love with each other can be a wonderful and special way of expressing that love and respect. However, going that far would imply and require a very, very committed relationship. Pregnancy is always a possibility. As a rule, such intimacy should be reserved to a committed marriage. If before, well, if before well, that would take a very special relationship – perhaps even an engagement. After all, in historic times it was the marriage contract that was important, not the ceremony itself. Some people indulged. But for a lot of folks it wouldn’t be responsible. It would be going too far, or letting lustful feelings take over.”

“But people do it anyway, don’t they?’ Ben asked.

“Yes, Ben, they do. Think about the feelings you were just having. You were rubbing my ass, and you wanted to keep doing it, and maybe do more. It takes maturity and self-discipline to resist – to know when to stop and then to actually stop. It can be very difficult, especially for mature, thoughtful people. For most it’s easier just to give in, to have fun. Lots do. To be honest, before I met Gerald, I did. But once I met him, well, I saw the difference. I learned the difference. I don’t regret what I did, and I like to think I was a little more mature about it then some, but I learned from it. And from Gerald. And I hope you’re learning something from what we’ve been doing today.”

Ben was perplexed. He wasn’t totally surprised – Melinda had said some things in classes before that hinted that she had boyfriends before Gerald. But she said she’d learned that there was a better way to do it…so shouldn’t he be trying to do it that better way?

“Ben, I know this is a lot to try to understand. It is different. But in the right relationship, with the right respect, and caring, and love between the people, physical intimacy can help reinforce that love and caring. In marriage, well, in marriage sex is different. It’s wonderful and amazing and, well, I always think of it as soul-uniting.”

“Isn’t that what it always is?” Ben asked.

“With Gerald, yes,” Melinda replied. “But Ben, and Ben I’m really trusting you when I tell you this, I’m trusting our friendship and your discretion.”

“Yes,” Ben said.

“Ben, with others it’s good, too. Sex is fun. Sharing yourself sexually with someone else is incredibly intimate. What we’ve done here so far kind of shows that. I feel closer to you, especially since you know more about my body and I know more about yours. But Ben, if this wasn’t a teaching moment, ummm, a way to help you understand the subject matter we will be teaching, well, Ben, then it would not be right. I’m married. I love Gerald, deeply and completely. I, obviously, trust your maturity and your discretion. I know that you understand that our activities – nudity, masturbation, massage and whatever else we do – are purely in pursuit of giving you the knowledge and experience you need to help us teach the responsible sexuality portion of the responsible relationships class. That we have a close, mature friendship, and that we are both discrete adults, enables us to do this.”

Melinda believed most of what she was saying. But she also knew, deep inside, that it was exciting to have a man, a good-looking, thick-cocked man, view her as a desirable, sexual creature. That he was younger, and more or less a student, and that being with him the way she was that afternoon, in a lot of people’s eyes, was wrong, well, that made it even more exciting. And, well, if she got some of the relief her body was craving, and that Gerald wasn’t able to provide right now, well, that was a fringe benefit.

Ben thought hard. What Melinda was saying made sense, kind of. It was definitely a different way of looking at things. But she was the minister’s wife. A married woman. A woman that wasn’t supposed to allow him, or herself for that matter, to do the things they had been doing. It was exciting, incredibly exciting, and his hard cock was definitely letting him know that. And then there was everything she was saying about him being mature, and discrete, and them having a mature friendship. It made him feel good about himself.

“That’s a lot to take in,” Ben replied. “I’m kind of amazed. I mean, I care a lot about you, too. And I understand about not ever telling anyone about all this, I mean, about what we’re doing and all, not about the ideas we’re talking about. I guess I understand. It’s different, but it makes sense, too.”

“Oh Ben, I’m so glad you understand,” Melinda said, giving him a hug and a kiss. “Now, let’s try a few other things. For example, you haven’t touched my breasts yet. Having your breasts massaged can be very, very erotic.”

“I’ve never touched anyone’s breasts.”

“Oh Ben, it’s ok. Just be gentle. Here, sit behind me and reach around.”

Ben sat down behind Melinda. She leaned back against him, then picked up his hands and put them on her breasts.

“There Ben, feel them. Stroke them gently. Cup them in your hands and feel their weight.”

Ben did as he was told, running his hands gently over Melinda’s breasts and then weighing them in his hands. They were firm and soft, and not as heavy as he had thought they might be.

“Ohhh Ben, that feels wonderful,” Melinda sighed. “Now pinch my nipples. Not too hard, but be firm.”

Ben slipped his hands up until his fingers found Melissa’s nipples. He began, softly, to pinch them.

“A little harder, Ben, please,” she told him.

Ben pinched harder, feeling her nipples swell and grow. Melinda settled back further into him, feeling his body support hers. This wasn’t where she thought her day would go, but it was getting better and better. Ben was a nice guy, and for someone with no experience with women, he was doing a good job at getting her very hot and bothered.

“Ben,” she said, reaching up and taking his right hand. “You know how we began this all with masturbating for each other. Well, another thing to do is masturbate each other.” She placed his hand so it cupped her pussy, then put her hand on top of his.

“Just let me guide you,” she said, and began moving her hand. She started with small circles, pushing his fingers into her just a little bit.

“This is how I like to begin,” she told him. “But keep playing with my breasts. Just squeeze and caress them, like you’ve been doing.”

Ben did as he was directed. With one hand he stroked Melinda’s breasts, and with the other, as she guided, he masturbated her.

“Just pull one finger up through my lips,” she told him, pushing his middle finger into her moistness and then letting it slide up over her clitoris. “Do it like that a couple of times, get my clit nice and wet.”

Ben moved his finger back to the bottom of her slit and gently slid it into her and then up over her clit. He repeated the action, more slowly, again and again.

Melinda sighed. “Oh Ben, that’s so good, so good. Now, slip two fingers gently into me…up inside me.”

Ben found Melinda’s opening and pushed his middle and index finger inside her. It felt incredible…warm, moist, intimate. Melinda squeezed down around them.

“That’s me, Ben, that’s me squeezing on your fingers inside me. They feel so good there. Slip them in and out a little.”

Ben was astounded. He was naked, holding a beautiful, naked woman in his arms, one hand fondling her breasts, the other hand deep in her pussy. And the woman was the minister’s wife. An older woman. Ok, only a few years older, she could have been his cousin or his big sister, but still. She was married, a minister’s wife. This was wrong, but she told him it was right. And she was enjoying it. He felt his cock throb against Melinda’s back as he slid his fingers in and out of her wetness.

Melinda took Ben’s hand and pulled it out of her. “Do my clit, Ben, rub my clit now.” She pushed his hand up so his fingers rested on the hood of her clitoris. “That’s it Ben, just rub there, right on top. Not too hard, but steadily.”

Ben started rubbing, first around in circles and then, when Melinda asked, up and down the length of her clitoris. He could feel the swollen shaft under the skin.

“Oh Ben!” Melinda cried. Her body shuddered. A moment later she took his and held it on top of her pussy.

It wasn’t a big orgasm, but it was an orgasm. She really wasn’t expecting it. She sat up and looked around at Ben.

“Ben, you made me come,” she told him.

“I did?” he asked, blushing a little.

“You did, and it was very, very nice,” she said. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss.

“I’m glad,” he replied. He was a little surprised, too. With how little he knew about women he’d never thought that something he could do would give a woman an orgasm.

“Ben, since we are being so intimate, you should know something about me and orgasms,” Melinda said.

“I should?” he asked.

“Yes, you should. You should know that the first one usually just arouses me more.”

“Oh,” he replied. Did she mean that she expected him to give her another orgasm?

“Ben, this may happen. One orgasm, one little orgasm like the one I just had, may not be enough. It may make the woman you’re with want more. That could lead to things you don’t want it to. It could arouse the woman so much that she’d allow things to happen she normally wouldn’t – that you know she wouldn’t. That’s when you have to exercise your maturity. When you have to show respect. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I think so. You can do things, you can get, get so horny that you don’t want to stop. And it takes willpower and maturity to stop, even if your body doesn’t want you to.”

“That’s it Ben, you do understand. Good. So, would you like to try something else?”

“What would that be?” Ben asked. “I’m not making you go too far, am I?”

“No Ben, no. Remember, what we’re doing here is teaching you – giving you knowledge so you can explain to others what the feelings they might experience are. By having first-hand experience you’ll be able to be a more effective teacher.”

“Well, then, yes, yes Melinda I would like to try something else.”

“Good,” she replied. What she had said was true – one little orgasm was never enough. And since she had gone this far, well, she may as well go further and maybe have the bigger orgasm her body craved. “I’ll be right back.”

She left the room and ran up to the bedroom. She opened the nightstand drawer and took out two items, then came back down to the living room.

“Well,” she said as she walked back into the room, “what people also do is rub against each other. And they also use their mouths. If you’ll work with me we can do a little of both.”

“Both?” Ben asked.

“Yes, both,” Melinda replied. “This is something I’ve always really liked. First, let’s put this condom on you.” She handed him the small foil packet.

“A condom” he said, taking it from her and looking at it, “we’re not going to, we’re not?”

“No Ben. But if I just had an orgasm, I’m willing to bet that you’re pretty close, too. And semen can stain. So, just in case, I want you to put this on so if you do have an orgasm, well, if you do that it won’t squirt out on something other than me or the sheet.”

“Ok,” Ben said. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. He’d seen the banana demonstrations, but still, this was real life. What if, what if he messed it up?

Melinda, seeing his confusion, decided to help him out.

“Here Ben, let me help you,” she said. She took the condom from him, tore open the packet, and took out the condom.

“You need to be hard,” she said, grasping his cock and beginning to stroke it up and down. She knelt down, and put his cock in her mouth, sliding it in and out a few times. Ben’s erection grew strong and hard.

Ben had almost fainted. The minister’s wife was giving him a blow job.

“It’s OK, Ben,” she told him, looking up at him as she rolled the condom down over his length. “Oral sex is one of those ways to be very intimate without the risks of intercourse.”

“Ok, now for what I really intended. I’m going to lie down here.”

She did. Ben looked down at her, still a bit stunned that this beautiful woman was doing these things with him. And that not only was a married woman doing it with him, but that she was a minister’s wife. And that she was doing because she thought he needed to know about these things.

“Ben, I want you to kneel over me…one knee on each side.”

Ben stepped over her so one foot was on each side of Melinda’s body. He knelt down.

“Good Ben. Now, take your cock in one hand and rub the tip of it over my nipples.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. This seemed a little strange.

“Just do it, it will feel nice,” Melinda told him.

Ben grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed it over and around Melinda’s nipples. It did feel nice, especially when Melinda’s nipples got hard again and grew long.

Melinda reached over and picked up the bottle of lubricant she had also brought from the bedroom. She opened the top and squirted a line of lubricant in the valley between her breasts.

“Now Ben, put your cock here in between my boobs. Then press them together around your cock.”

Ben did as he was told. Just the tip of his cock was showing between the tops of Melinda’s breasts.

Melinda grabbed Ben’s ass. “Now fuck my titties Ben. Rub your cock back and forth between them.”

Ben slid forward and then back. Melinda’s breasts were warm and soft against his cock, and her breast bone gave him a little friction on the underside of his cock. The lubricant let him slide easily through the soft mounds. He thrust forward again.

“That’s it Ben, that’s it. Keep going. Hold my boobs around that big fat cock of yours. Let me feel it sliding in between them.”

Ben pulled back, and pushed forward again. Slowly he developed a rhythm. His cock had never felt so incredibly good before. He concentrated on the feeling of it pushing back and forth between Melinda’s full breasts. He squeezed them harder around his cock, and started moving faster.

“I don’t know about you Ben, but that feels tremendous,” Melinda said. “Now, push up a little further. I want you in my mouth at the end of each stroke. I want to feel your cock in my mouth.”

Melinda lifted her head and opened her mouth, and Ben pushed forward a little further with each thrust. She stuck out her tongue, and has Ben pushed forward she licked the tip of his cock. The rubber didn’t taste great, but this was just for education, not for pleasure.

Ben moaned.

“You like that, don’t you. You like fucking my boobs,” Melinda said. “You like when I lick your dickhead,” don’t you.”

“Oh geez, yes,” Ben moaned.

“Talking dirty can make things more fun, too,” Melinda said. “A lot of things you wouldn’t say in polite company you can say in the bedroom during sex. Like I was just doing.”

“Oh, ok,” Ben said. He had been a little shocked when she used the word fuck. He guessed she knew what she was talking about.”

“I want you somewhere else,” Melinda said, struggling to sit up under Ben. Ben was reluctant to stop, but he stopped and let Melinda sit up. His cock throbbed.

“I want you to rub your cock between my ass cheeks,” Melinda said. She reached over to the couch and dragged a pillow down onto the floor.

“Here,” she said, lying down over the pillow. She positioned it so her ass was pushed up into the air. “Do it on my ass, Ben. Squirt some lube there and then rub your cock on my ass.”

Ben moved behind her and positioned himself between Melinda’s legs. He could clearly see her pussy and her asshole. He squeezed the bottle and the lube squirted out – a lot more than he thought would come out. It ran down between the cheeks of her ass, over her asshole and down to her pussy, then dripped onto the floor.

“OK, that’s a little much, Ben. But don’t worry about it. Just remember for next time. A little goes a long way with this stuff. Now, put your cock on my ass and start rubbing.”

Carefully, trying to avoid her pussy and asshole, he put his cock down on top of Melinda’s ass.

“That’s it Ben, now start rubbing against me. I’m going to rub myself while you do that. We won’t stop until we’ve both had orgasms. I love the feel of your cock against my body like that. Start moving.”

Ben thrust forward, his cock riding in the groove between Melinda’s ass cheeks. It didn’t feel as good as being between her breasts, but it was still good. He started moving a little faster, pushing harder against Melinda’s ass. The friction started to get to him. He realized he would come if he kept it up.

While he was thrusting against her, Melinda had lifted her hips a little, reached under herself, and began to rub her clit. She was climbing back up the hill toward a bigger, better orgasm this time. If Ben would just push a little harder. She arched her back up a little more, just as Ben was pulling back from her.

And then it happened.

Melinda arched her hips up just a little more, and Ben’s cock slipped off her ass. When he pushed forward, she was just in the right position, and the tip of his cock pushed into her asshole, the extra lubricant that had flowed there earlier easing his passage.

“Oh Ben!” Melinda cried. This was her darkest secret. It was dirty and wrong and it just felt so damn good. She tugged at her clit and pushed back against Ben, forcing him a little deeper inside her.

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