Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 152: Agreement
Victoria’s POV
Wasn’t that ridiculous? What kind of concept it was to purposefully commit myself to Jackson’s sexual demands for three weeks. I began reading again, but I was unable to focus on the words in front of me. Three weeks wasn’t exactly a long time but would allow me the opportunity to accomplish some of the things I’d read about and fantasized about for years. Jackson, on the other hand, loved me and would never harm me. As I sat here thinking about how I had been Jackson’s sexual plaything for three weeks, I could feel myself becoming wet. I’m sure he’d make me do things I’d generally avoid, like swallowing when I gave him a blow job or squirting, which I’d only done once on our sixth anniversary when I was a bit tipsy. And now we will do it for three weeks. What might possibly happen?
I couldn’t think of anything else and had to go into the bedroom and masturbate after twenty minutes. I instantly frigged myself into two orgasms. Of course, there would have to be certain guidelines. I’m not sure what he was thinking when he said it, but I had my own beliefs about what he could get away with. I was just thinking about the rules I have to follow once we start it. Shit! I need to remove it from your mind. I am not bound to make a decision right now. I should allow my rationality to govern my decisions. Consider it for a moment, set some guidelines, and bargain. There’s no need to rush. But I was curious as to what he had in mind. Could this boost our already fantastic sex life to the next level? Fuck! I had to cum once more. I need to relax and take it easy and breathe.
I eventually gained enough self-control to prepare dinner. I kept my mouth shut around Jackson. We had amazing sex last night, even though it wasn’t an earthquake; however, there were tremors or aftershocks that preceded it.
Sheila McKinley, a very good friend, and a neighbor came over the next day to see me. Her husband, Jason, and she had split about a year previously. The couple, according to Sheila, had just grown apart, with sex becoming less and less frequent as time went on. Jason eventually had an affair, which ended in the couple’s dissolution of their marriage. I couldn’t figure out why they had stopped having sex with each other. In her early twenties, Shiela was as adorable as a bug, measuring approximately 5-8 feet tall with light skin and blonde hair, as well as a gorgeous figure. Jackson and I were baffled as to why Jason had stopped having sexual relations with her. It’s not as if Jason wasn’t a stud muffin in his own way before everything happened. He wasn’t quite as tall as Jackson, but he was a force to be reckoned with. It’s possible that there was no accounting for personal preference. Jason was now involved with a woman who was half Sheila’s age, despite the fact that she was five years younger than me. In the years since her divorce, Shiela had been contacted on various occasions and had several brief flings, but nothing had lasted, and she was now free. Because we were not required to work, we were able to spend a significant amount of time together. The ages of Sheila and me were 33 and 38 years, respectively, with Jackson being nineteen months older than me.
I explained to Sheila what Jackson had suggested: that I could spend three weeks experiencing what it was like to be a sex slave in order to discover whether or not the fantasies inspired by my novels were accurate. She agreed.
"That sounds so sexy," Sheila remarked. "Are you going to go through with it?"
"In fact, just thinking about it caused me to masturbate four times in a fit of ecstasy, and the sex was toe-curling. I’m sure you’re aware of how much I like that fantasy, but I have to admit that I’m apprehensive about taking the leap from my fantasy to reality. "
"How’s your sex life recently?" she asked.
"In terms of pleasure, Jackson is a considerate lover who goes out of his way to ensure that I have a fantastic experience. We don’t have as much fun now as we did when we first got married, but we still have sex once or twice a week."
"It would be good if I could have it once or twice a week, but if you agree with what Jackson said to you, I’m assuming it’ll be once or twice a day."
That made my pussy wet just thinking about it.
"Can you tell me how long you have to make a decision?" Sheila asked.
"In the end, he said I should think about it further for a week, and then we could talk about the rules and guidelines. I require a great deal of detail, as well as some things I’m not typically willing to do."
"Can you tell me what it is that you dislike doing?"
"It was particularly difficult when I attempted it on our fifth wedding anniversary while heavily intoxicated. I don’t like swallowing during oral sex, and I also don’t like anal," I says
"You don’t want to do anal while under the influence of alcohol?" Sheila responded. "You’ll have to work up to it and maintain control so that the man doesn’t pound you like a tent stake. Being drunk is not a good idea when it comes to maintaining control because most men do not cumulate as quickly when they are intoxicated, allowing them to endure longer. Do you think not swallowing makes things a lot messier? He’s going to spray it all over the bed, or you, unless you have a rag ready."
"I usually have to replace the bedding after I’ve had an oral procedure," I said. "How about you, do you perform anal?" I queried.
"Although it is not something I do all that frequently, it is always a lot of fun when I do. A damp washcloth on hand to clean the cock afterward is always a nice idea in my opinion."
"What in the world was Jason thinking when he divorced you?" I wonder. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
"I think you sounded so much braver in the bedroom than I did."
"I’m sorry, but I’m not aware of a solution to that particular problem. If that were the case, I wouldn’t be divorced, would I? By the way, what kind of rules do you have in mind? Do you have any examples? "
"Of course, there will be no sexual relations with anyone else. It appeared to be too risky for our marriage if I going to do that I’m sure Jackson wouldn’t approve of me having sexual relations with anyone else in the first place, but it’s better to be safe than sorry."
"What is the point of sex slavery, if it defeats its own purpose? You’re reading about a woman who has become accustomed to a variety of different males. Isn’t it a fantasy of yours to be used by more than one person?"
"I don’t know what to say. It’s all a fiction; I would never have thought of doing something like that in real life."
"I’m the type of lady who believes in monogamous types of marriage, and I’ve already told you that the thought of that kind of set-up does not even cross my head."
