I was enjoying a lazy Saturday day at my house, home alone for the first time in a long time. My wife had taken our three kids out on a play date with some of her friends and their kids, and they would be gone the majority of the day. After getting some chores done around the yard, I made and ate some lunch and was just laying down on the couch, scrolling through my favorite porn subreddits, when somebody knocked on the door.
I looked at the doorbell camera to see a young woman with black hair down to her shoulders standing there. She looked vaguely familiar; I wasn't sure if it was from the church ward or the neighborhood, so I hid my boner in my shorts and went to open.
As soon as I opened the door, the woman looked at me with her blue eyes and said, "Danny? Is Katie home?" I instantly recognized her as Tia, one of my wife's coworkers.
I opened the screen door, noticing that it looked like Tia had been crying. I said, "Uh, no, she's not. Are you okay? Is there anything I can do to help you?"
Tia looked around and said, "No, it's OK. I was hoping she was around to talk, but I can text her later."
She turned to walk off the porch, but I stopped her and said, "OK. I hope everything is OK. I know we don't really know each other, but I'm always willing to listen if somebody needs to talk."
Tia turned back around, wiped her nose with her sleeve, and said, "Actually, maybe, yeah, you might be able to help too."
I invited Tia inside my house, closing the door behind her. Tia was barely 19 years old and was recently, like in the last two months, married to her husband. She was a super sweet girl in the few conversations I've had with her. Skinny, black shoulder length hair, and she was wearing blue jeans that I admired her butt in as she walked up the stairs to my living room. A long-sleeve pink and white shirt finished her outfit.
She sat down on my couch, and I sat across from her. She said, "I'm sorry if this gets pretty personal. If it's too much, just tell me, and I'll stop. But I do wonder what your opinion would be."
I said, "If you feel it's something you need to share and need an opinion on, I'm glad to try to help."
Tia took a deep breath and said, "I should probably say that you shouldn't tell your wife. I don't know if you tell her everything or not, but I don't want her to know I told you this."
Confused and curious, I told her I wouldn't.
Tia continued and said, "Well, since I've been married, well, don't get me wrong. I love my husband. He's smart, handsome, and fun to be around, and I want to be with him forever. But. Gosh, I don't know."
"It sounds like you married a great man," I said.
"I did," Tia said. "I really did. There's just one problem. Sex. It's just so boring with him."
I was taken aback when she said that. She didn't seem to notice my look of surprise as she said, "I know, too personal. Forget I was here, and I'll just leave."
I stopped her and said, "No, it's OK. That was just the last thing I was expecting you to say. Why do you say it's boring? Have you talked to him about it?"
Tia sat back down on the couch and said, "I've tried to. His ideas on sex are just different from mine. For example, the other night, I started to kiss him. I went to touch his penis, but he said no, it's too unclean for me to touch it. We stripped our clothes off and laid in bed. He won't touch my vagina or my breasts. He moves around until his penis is in me, thrusts a couple times, then is done. Is that how sex is? I hear the other girls at work talking about a bunch of other stuff, and it just seems like there should be more. Is it our religion?"
Being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I knew firsthand how our religion dealt with sex. I told her, "Yes and no. Sex should be a lot more than that. But, over my years in the Church, and dating and marrying my wife, I've realized that we've made sex a taboo subject, and not a lot of people really know what to do. It took me and Katie a few years to really figure things out."
"That makes sense," Tia said. "Weren't you a convert? I swear I heard Katie say that."
"Yeah, I was. Or am. I was baptized at twelve but stopped going until I was in my twenties and met Katie," I told her.
"So, I hope I'm not getting too personal, but did you do anything with any other girls before you met Katie? Some of the girls at work have said that it's because we don't have experience with anybody else that it seems so boring," Tia said as she looked at me.
"Yes, I did. And I think it helped a ton, knowing what to do." I told her.
"Is there anything I can do to help me and my husband? Or is it really just going to take time?" She asked me.
"Talking is best. Explore with each other. But you've got to communicate. And, take some time to explore your own body," I answered.
"Like, masterbate?" I shook my head yes, and Tia said, "I've touched myself down there before. Like in the shower and whatnot. It felt good, but I didn't really know what I was doing."
I went to say something, but Tia blurted out, "I watched porn. I was hoping to get some ideas or see what sex should be like. Am I a bad person? I turned it off after just a few seconds and didn't see much."
I laughed and said, "No, it doesn't. In my opinion, at least. Now, if you were addicted to it, that would be something different."
Tia went quiet again, staring off, deep in thought. Talking about sex with this pretty young woman was keeping my cock rock hard, and I adjusted in my chair. Tia saw me adjusting and said, "Are you turned on?"
I tried to think of an excuse, but before I could, she said, "Can I see it? Do you masterbate? Can I watch? That wouldn't be cheating, right? If I just watched I promise I won't tell Katie. I would never want to ruin your marriage. I just need help."
I went to talk again, but she said, "Please? I promise I won't tell."
