Page 86 of The Man Handler

“I think your love for sex might be more of an addiction?”

“An addiction?” I ask indignantly. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Garrett, now you’re really reaching. I enjoy having sex, and lots of it, but that doesn’t mean I’m addicted to it. I don’t live and breathe sex.”

He looks at me disbelievingly.

“I can stop fucking at any time,” I huff, wondering if what I say is to convince him or myself. “But why should I? I’m single, and I don’t have to answer to anyone, so I can fuck whomever I want, whenever I want.”

“But what about having someone to love you?”

Here he goes with this love shit again. “If I were looking for that, then maybe. But, right now, I only wanna fuck.”

He shakes his head. “Well, then, let me be the one to keep fucking you.”

“Honestly, Garrett, no offense. But I’d become very bored with one man, one dick.”

“Maybe you haven’t let the right man prove you wrong. Maybe if you were with someone who was open to letting you fuck other cats, as long as they were able to participate and/or watch. Maybe explore the swingers set with you, you wouldn’t feel that way.”

I try not to show my surprise at what he says, but in my head, I’m thinking: Swingers? Watching me get fucked? OhmyGod, now he’s talking my kind of language, but why now?

“It’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about for over a year,” he answers, reading my mind.

“So, you’re saying to me, you would be down with threesomes, and you’d be cool with watching me get fucked by someone else.”

He nods. “Yeah, as long as I can either get my dick sucked while he’s hitting it from the back, or we can both fuck you. And it would have to be a situation that is discreet and mutually comfortable for both of us…”

I cannot believe what I am hearing. Then again, I can. I think back to the first time I let Garrett fuck me in all three holes. He said he wanted to try something different, so he asked to see my toy collection. I got out of bed and walked him into my closet, opened up my secret chest full of sex goodies and gadgets, and watched him rummage through it. He pulled out my anal rocket and leather gag, then took me by the hand and pulled me back to the bed. To say the least, I was shocked, but so fucking turned on. He tied the gag around my mouth, told me to get on my knees and to spread open my ass cheeks. Then he ran his tongue along the crack of my ass before sticking his tongue in my hole while fingering my pussy. After he got my ass nice and wet, he slowly pushed the anal rocket in, then slid his dick inside my pussy, flipping the rocket on. Oh, my God, I came so damn fast and hard. By the time he finished with me, I was seeing stars. And that’s when I started breaking every fucking rule in my damn ho book with him.

“There are several swingers groups in Jersey and in the New York area we can check out, and a club in Charlotte, North Carolina I’d like to take you to.”

I blink, bringing my attention back to Garrett. I stare at him in disbelief. It is all sounding too good to be true. Fucking him and Wade, together, immediately pops into my mind. I feel myself starting to salivate, and hyperventilate all at once. And this is the first time in weeks my pussy starts to twitch and tingle and marinate in its juices.

“But what if I wanted you to just sit back and jerk off, watching the show?”

“Then I’d be cool with that as well. I’m open to a lot of things, when it comes to you. All I’m asking you to do is step outside of your box for a while, and let’s explore sex together. We can take it slow.”

“Garrett, listen—” the doorbell rings. “I can’t have this discussion right now.” I open the door, and I’m relieved that it’s my driver. I point to my bags, then tell him I will be out shortly as he carries them out to the car. Garrett gets up from his seat. He watches me as I put on my coat. His eyes lock on mine, then travel to my stomach. He’s slowly undressing me. I quickly button my coat. He walks up into my space.

“No pressures. No strings. Just straight fucking, however, wherever, whenever you want this dick.” I open my mouth to speak. Prepare to tell him that I can’t make him any promises, but he places his finger to my lips. “Sshh, don’t answer now.”

“Garrett—”

He presses his lips against mine, shutting me up. When he pulls back, I am stunned. “You can’t stop me from loving you,” he states. “But, you can stop me from seeing you. However, I don’t think that’s something you really want. I know you feel what I feel. But you need to figure that out. Go out, fuck who you want. Do you, baby. But know that when you’re ready, there’s a good man willing and ready to love you.”

I pull in my bottom lip, taking a deep breath. “I gotta go,” I say. “But we really need to talk about some things when I return.”

He kisses me again. “I’ll be here waiting.”

Tell him. He deserves to know.

“Um, Garrett, I—I—”

“Yes, what is it?”

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