Heather wanted to talk. We were both off and had no plans, so we decided to go to Nottingham Park in Nottingham, Pennsylvania. It's just a wooded area with a huge nature walk and some beautiful scenery. I could take some outdoor shots of Heather because there was always plenty of privacy in the woods. We hadn't spent a lot of time alone lately, and some bonding time would be nice.
She was dressed as conservatively as she ever was; a pair of very short shorts, sneakers, and a tube top that allowed her beautiful tits to bounce when she walked. It was the perfect outfit for a hike in the woods.
We drove up in relative silence. I wasn't sure what she wanted to say and she wasn't sure how to say it. We walked and talked about insignificant things. We held hands and I took her picture in some of the more scenic locations.
We came to a walking bridge crossing a creek, and she wanted to sit down. I sat, hanging my feet off of the bridge dangling close to the water. She lay down and lay her head in my lap.
There was silence, but only for a moment.
"I like to fuck" she said.
"I know." I said matter of factly. "I love that, too."
"No, I like to fuck. You, someone else, two guys, lots of guys. I like to fuck. I don't really like ALL the games."
"I know."
"I play them because I like to fuck."
"I would fuck lots of guys without the games."
Our sex life HAD kind of become one long running game of chicken, with both of us pushing each other, trying to find our limits all the time. We had both fucked a lot of other people, together and separately. She had been gangbanged. She had been gangbanged while I was tied to a pole in our basement and forced to watch and not take pictures. She had invited a bi guy to fuck both of us. I had tried to fist her multiple times. She had fisted my ass as well as fucking my ass with her foot. We had pissed on each other. I had learned to perform oral while she menstruated. She had gotten adept at smothering me with her ass, and slapping me and humiliating me, just as I had gotten adept at doing the same to her. We had played "dare" games and had both fucked co-workers. We had visited Bush River, a local adult store with a theater and glory holes, multiple times. She had done a blow bang and gotten gangbanged there. She had placed me in the middle of the floor, available to anyone who chose to fuck my mouth. Several did. We had not found anything that was off limits.
"I know." I repeated again. I wondered where this was going. I knew she liked fucking. I knew she thought fucking was what she was good at and good for. I also knew that she would have just preferred to fuck all the time.
"I don't like having to be dominant." She explained. "I want cock. That's all."
"But, I want more than that" I said. It was true, I had become addicted and nothing was ever enough. I wanted to push the edges further and further. The more taboo something seemed the more I wanted it. The more it shocked people the more it excited me.
When she hadn't wanted to fuck black guys, I pushed her to black guys. When she didn't want to fuck guys in Bush River, I took her there constantly. When she didn't like to be called a whore, I not only called her that all the time, but encouraged her to fuck for money so she was, literally, a whore. When she wanted a guy to fuck my ass, I was not interested. But, when she told me how it excited her, I became more and more turned on. And when he did fuck me, I didn't want tentative, gentle fucking. He had a large cock and I wanted him to fuck me hard enough to hurt me. She didn't like anal, so I had been pushing that lately.
"I know." She said, repeated my answer back to me.
"I have been seeing Jay a lot lately."
I knew she had fucked Jay a few times. I had encouraged it because she had thought he was gross.
"I know."
"No you don't. I have seen him A LOT. Not just to fuck."
"Really?" For how long?"
"A couple of months. He lets me be me."
"I do too", I reasoned.
"No, you want me to be what you want. He lets me be what I want. He lets me stay with you if I want. He will see me whenever we can. I can fuck whoever I want. I don't have to hide it from him, but he doesn't ask me to do anything."
"Jay?" I asked, bewildered.
"He has never watched me fuck. He doesn't want to. But, no matter how many people I fuck he never gets upset. Even when I was arranging a gangbang with Jim, he was right beside me in the car and never said a word. He didn't go, but didn't try to stop me."
"So, what are you saying?"
"I really don't know. I don't have to leave you to keep him. He's fine with things the way they are, but.."
"You are going to."
"I think so. He said I don't have to stop seeing you. I want to. You have a perfect cock. When I told you that, I wasn't lying. It touches all the right places, but it's not so big it's uncomfortable. And, sometimes I like to try new things. Just not all the time."
