THE SWINGING
Story :- A Swinging Odyssey
Written by Pimanko
A Swinging Odyssey Ch.01
Aiko was 42 years old, her husband Gerald was 44. Their twin daughters had just started university, an event that had suddenly seemed to make their house feel empty. Both had good jobs. The mortgage on their house was just about paid off. Both were fit and healthy. Not only did they share house, home and children, but also the same values and attitudes about everything from money to sex.
They were compatible and very comfortable with each other. They were faithful to each other. Both had opportunities, neither ever took them. Where they sometimes attracted to other people? Absolutely. They accepted sexual attraction to others, and others’ attraction to them, as part of human nature and as a fact of life. In short, they wondered but never wandered.
Married for more than 20 years, both had reached a stage where they felt that something was missing, an inexplicable emptiness that did not jibe with their love for each other. They couldn’t put a finger on why or when this sense of emptiness started. They just knew it was there. It had crept up on them.
In the beginning of their life together, the sex was hot. They were more experimental in their youth, discovering the joys of various positions and techniques. But over the years, their sex life fell into a routine, especially after the twins were born.
Thinking back on their sex life together, Gerald remembered that he almost always had to take the initiative. His wife, Aiko, almost always acquiesced. Clearly, she enjoyed sex. But sometimes he wished she would take the initiative, surprise him, intrigue him, do something really different.
She was a real go-getter at work, a person who took initiative. In family and household matters she even usually took the lead. With her friends, acquaintances and clients, she revealed a forceful and outgoing character. In short she was no doormat. She made rational decisions, thought out her opinions, and showed leadership.
On sexual matters Aiko displayed deference and diffidence toward Gerald, a characteristic that he attributed to her cultural background. She was shy but she no prude. Once the love play started, she was an enthusiastic lover.
As the years went by, they concluded that they would have no more children. To avoid an accidental pregnancy, and being not particularly fond of using condoms, Gerald underwent a vasectomy, a procedure that was less invasive for men than the equivalent would be for a woman.
When the children were young, vacations involved the entire family and the family stayed relatively close to home. They usually rented a cottage or camped. Now that they were well established in their careers and the children were essentially out of the house, the couple found more time for themselves. They resolved to travel on their vacations once or twice a year depending on the length of the vacation and how much vacation time they had available. They also took up dancing because it was a healthy form of physical activity and a hobby they could share. Still, something seemed to be missing.
* * *
Deep in thought, trying to shake off his unease, Gerald looked toward his wife. She was dressing down after a hard day’s work.
‘God, I love this woman,’ he thought. ‘I would do anything for her.’
His mind wandered off to the time when he first met Aiko. She was petite. Her figure was slimmer, almost thin, in those days. Her face was round, her features delicate and smooth. Her hair jet-black hair stood in sharp contrast to her lily-white skin.
What Aiko lacked in stature, she more than made up for with a strong, seemingly self-assured, outgoing and sometimes even forceful personality. Her intelligence and straightforwardness were characteristics that Gerald found both attractive and endearing.
They met while both were working on their master’s degrees in information studies. She specialized in research librarianship, he in records and information management. He first noticed her in the lecture theatre in a course that they shared, one about research methods. She was sitting near the front row talking to a guy sitting next to her. At first, he assumed he was her boyfriend, but soon found out that they were just classmates.
One rainy day, while he was eating in the crowded noontime lunchroom, he saw her come in and start wandering around the lunchroom looking for a place to sit. The seat beside him was vacant.
“Is someone sitting there?” she asked.
He opened his hand, gesturing toward the open seat. “It is if you take it,” he smiled.
She smiled too
and sat down.
A few moments of awkward silence followed.
Noticing that she was shy, Gerald tried to make conversation. “I’ve seen you in the research methods class.” Then added, “Oh, by the way, I’m Gerald and you are?
“Aiko.”
“That’s a nice name,” he said. “Does it have a meaning?”
“Thank you, and yes, it does. It means ‘love child’.”
“That is so sweet,” he had said as she had blushed.
They talked about their other classes. From there, they progressed to talking about their interests and careers. By the time lunch was over, they behaved as if they had been friends for ages.
Gerald found himself strangely attracted to this thin Asian beauty. His ‘type’ was normally more buxom and broader. It had never crossed his mind to date an Asian woman. But then again, there were few Asians where he grew up.
He remembered the odd feelings he had when he was with her. He was attracted to her, but it wasn’t just sexual attraction. There was more; he just felt it. He felt comfortable with her. Even more oddly, he felt an overwhelming desire to protect her.
When lunch was over, they agreed to meet regularly for lunch. It was not long before he asked her for a date. Much to his delight, she accepted. From there, their relationship progressed, became deeper and eventually more intimate. First came the kisses and touches. Then they made out. He remembered how excited he was the first time they had sex.
In the first summer of their romance, which coincided with the completion of their Master’s Degree program, Aiko left for Japan to visit her relatives. Although she would be away for a month, her absence left a void in his life.
For days he thought about her. He couldn’t get her out of his head. He missed her. It was as if she had cast a love spell on him before she left. Then it hit him. Without knowing how and when it happened, he suddenly realized he was in love with her!
He became uneasy. He began to worry. Did she love him? He thought so but nonetheless he felt insecure. Would she find a lover in Japan? He knew her parents were pushing to find a Japanese husband, or at least one of Japanese descent. Aiko’s parents were first-generation Japanese and on matters of marriage and family they were quite traditional.
She was their only child. Her parents made sure that their daughter spoke and read Japanese while she was growing up. They encouraged and supported her ambition to achieve an advanced level of education, including a Bachelor’s and Master’s Degree. In this sense, they were quite progressive. Her parents were fortunate to have such a studious daughter. She was fortunate to have such supportive parents.
Gerald had to tell himself to calm down. ‘She said she was coming back,’ he consoled himself. ‘After all, she accepted a job at the university’s science research library!’
Aiko returned. He saw her face shine as soon as she saw him again. He had no doubt that his face shone too.
As soon as Aiko had settled in, Gerald took her out for a walk. It was early evening. Gerald was nervous.
Aiko had noticed. “Is there something wrong, Gerald?
Gerald held her hand. ‘I missed you so much, it was painful,” he said.
“I missed you too, Gerald. It was only a month but it seemed like forever.” She squeezed his hand.
Still holding her hand, he looked into her eyes, nervously. He felt butterflies in his stomach. His hands were sweaty.
‘Now,’ he told himself, ‘before you lose your nerve.’
“I love you, Aiko. Will you marry me?” he blurted without preamble.
Her eyes flew wide-open. She was stunned. He had said the magic words, both sets of them.
She smiled. “I love you too, Gerald. I will be proud to be your wife and the mother of your children,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
Gerald got an instant hard-on. Aiko became wet. They embraced and kissed each other passionately, and made love that very night.
* * *
Of course, two decades had altered her appearance somewhat. She had some wrinkles. Her hair, while still mostly black despite being in her forties, had a sprinkling of grey hairs.
Gerald discouraged her from dyeing her hair. “Why bother spending money and time on something like that?” he had said. “Grey hair hasn’t and won’t change my feelings for you.”
She had agreed. She was not a vain person.
She had filled out more too. Her figure was curvier, less linear than it was when she married Gerald. Her firm, luscious breasts looked large on her petite body. Her figure reminded Gerald of the lusciously erotic females depicted in Japanese manga and anime. He actually thought she was even more attractive now then when he first met her.
‘How do I reconcile my seemingly contradictory thoughts?’ Gerald asked himself. ‘She is as sexy as ever. So why do I feel something is missing.’
Gerald himself was a second-generation German. His blond hair and squarish features were evidence of his Teutonic ancestry. A child of immigrants, Gerald’s parents had insisted he learn German. When he was old enough, they sent him to his aunt in Germany for the summer. He also learned French in school and university and took advantage of student exchange programs to stay in Montreal and Paris.
Gerald had a somewhat more laid-back approach to life than his wife. He preferred to observe before commenting. Aiko could always tell when he was being thoughtful.
She remembered that her tradition-bound parents were not happy with Gerald as her choice for a husband. They had anticipated she would marry a man in the Japanese community. Eventually, though, they reconciled themselves to their daughter’s choice. She was happy. He treated her well. He was very attentive to their children and actively involved in raising them. He always showed respect to his in-laws.
* * *
“Out with it,” she said, curious to know what he was thinking about. “I can tell something’s on your mind but I can’t read it.”
Gerald snapped out of his reverie. “You’re right, hon. Something is bothering me, but I just can’t put a finger on it.” He seemed to be in the doldrums.
She had felt them recently too. “Are you falling out of love with me?” she asked out of the blue.
“No, it’s nothing like that, sweetheart,” he rushed to assure her. “I still love you very much. I wouldn’t hurt you for anything in the world.”
She studied her husband for a moment. He still cut a fine figure even after all these years. True, he had more wrinkles. His hair had darkened from blonde to an almost mousy brown colour with flashes of grey.
“And I can prove it too,” he said. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into his arms and gave her a kiss.
‘God, when this woman gets me started, she makes me really horny. She’s almost like an addiction,’ Gerald thought as his erection took shape. ‘Why don’t we have sex more often? I’ve got a woman who is everything a man could possibly want? So why do I feel something is missing?’
“I want you Aiko. I need you,” he said hoarsely.
Aiko was thinking along the same lines. She still loved him. He still got her motor running. She loved being tightly wrapped in his strong arms, feeling the heat of his body against hers. It never failed to cause her loins to tingle and moisten and her breasts to ache and stiffen. But it had been along too long since they last made love together.
She said nothing but the tongue she stuck into Gerald’s mouth told him she was ‘in the mood’.
At first the kisses were tender, then turned into French-kisses followed by a tongue war. There would be no armistice. The battle would be fought until both had won and lost.
Gerald led his wife to the bedroom. Clothes spoiled the intimacy they both now craved. They flung them off. They briefly stood facing other without touching. Anticipation of things to come caused an erotic wave to course through their bodies.
Slowly, tenderly, they embraced and kissed again, enjoying the feel of each other’s naked body. He stroked her back, slowly working his way to her beautiful bottom. He caressed it lovingly.
Gerald sat on the edge of the bed while Aiko remained standing. He put his hand on her hips and the brought his together by sliding across her belly. His mouth watered in anticipation.
He looked up and saw the lust in his wife’s eyes. She put her arms around his head as if she intended to pull his face toward her body. He knew from experience that, once she was hot, her initial sexual shyness melted away.
Gerald’s hands slowly stroked the outside and then the insides of her thighs. He loved the velvet feeling of her inner thighs. When he was near the top, he would lightly brush her femaleness. Occasionally he slipped a finger between her ass-cheeks to caress the divide between them. He was teasing her with promises of more to come.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she sighed.
Gerald felt the heat of her impassioned body. Her erect nipples pressed against his chest. She felt his hardness against her own body.
Gerald knew what he wanted. He decided to pay attention to the twin mounds of her womanhood next. His mouth approached her sensitive tits while his manhood, which she was still holding, neared her female entrance. H
e knew she loved to have her tits sucked. So he sucked them, licked them, nuzzled them until he heard her sigh her pleasure. One of his hands explored her body, ran its way down her belly to her cleft. She was wet.
Aiko also knew what she wanted. She lovingly stroked his cock while his arms roamed up and down her back. The nearness of his penis, the one that had filled her womb with man muscle and semen, the one that given her so much pleasure over the years, and two children, was turning her again.
“I have to have you,” he whispered in her ear.
She lay down on the bed and opened her legs. The invitation was obvious.
But he was not about to oblige her, at least not yet. He wanted her to beg for what she wanted.
“Not yet, hon,” he murmured.
Instead he got down on his knees. His hand fell away erotic divide to be replaced by his mouth. He worked his tongue up and down her slit, licking and sucking all parts of her vulva. With each passing second she became wetter and wetter.
“Please now,” she begged panting.
“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely.
He gently pushed her toward the bed, then urged her to get on all fours. Doggie style was his favourite position. She loved it too because she could have his cock in her and have his hands massaging her sensitive tits.
Slowly, he slowly inserted his cock into lush, hot moistness until his cock was completely in her womb.
She sighed as his cock settled into her body.
“Woof, woof,” she suddenly snickered and smirked.
Gerald laughed. “Ah come on, hon, you’ll break my concentration.”
“Yeah, right,” she said, “as if a man can loses his concentration once he’s in her better place.”
At first he pumped into her slowly. His wife moaned and squirmed beneath him. Soon their thoughts focused only on their mutual pleasure. For them, it was lovemaking at its best.
“Oh God,” Aiko squealed. She just loved the fullness of his cock deep inside her. “Mmm, oh, ah,” she grunted.
“Not God, just Gerald,” he replied dryly.
“Shuss, Gerald,” she managed to grind out, “or you’ll make me laugh and cause me to lose my train of thought.”
“You’re thinking at a time like this?” Gerald queried.
“Shush, you talk too much,” as she took a backward swipe at him with her elbow. “You know what I mean.”
Gerald continued his lovemaking, not saying anything more. He was letting his cock do the talking. He slowly pushed his cock up her womb as far as it would go. And just as slowly he withdrew until only the tip of his cock was lodged between her nether lips. Each time he went back he used his upper body to brush against her back. Whether going in or going out, he massaged her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples.
She sighed. “Oh, so good.”
Once in a while, he let go of her sweet boobs to grab her around her hips. He drew her ass tighter against his body as if he was trying to penetrate her more deeply. His hands switched to her love nest, his arms wrapped around her curvaceous hips. He stroke her vulva at the same time as he was moving in and out of her.
As his hands switched back and forth from her crease to her twin mounds, he gradually increased his pace. After a few minutes, he heard his wife start mewling like a kitten, a sure sign that she was approaching her climax.
“Ah, ah, oh god, that feels so good,” she purred. “I’m almost there, hon. Faster please, harder… oh-oh, ah!”
Gerald accelerated his pace. He pumped faster and faster. It wasn’t easy. It was difficult to hold back, but he was not a selfish lover.
Finally, Gerald felt the tremors going through Aiko’s body in synchronization with her passionate mewling. She was cumming.
“I’m there!” she squealed needlessly.
She shoved her ass against him as if to force engorged cock to go even deeper into her pussy.
Gerald couldn’t hold back any more. He came. He felt the rush of semen travel up the interior of his cock and spill its contents into her womb.
“Oh! ” he bellowed like a bull and spurted his sexual juices into his wife. “Honey, what you have between your legs is be the sweetest place on Earth,” he grunted, breathing heavily. “When I’m in
side you,” he murmured, “I wish I could stay there forever.”
“That was good,” she moaned. “I love feeling that hard thing of yours inside me.” She couldn’t think of a better way to be full, filled and fulfilled.
Finished, they disengaged and held each other tightly. Their emotional and physical union had sated them, at least for now.
* * *
But Aiko had not forgotten Gerald’s pensive look. Determined to get an answer, she asked her husband again what he had been thinking about. She was determined to find out what was going on his mind.
“I can’t quite put my finger on it,” he replied after a moment. “Something’s missing. I don’t know what.”
“Try,” she said. “If you’re not happy, I can’t be happy.”
“And I want to make you to be happy too,” Gerald said.
Several minutes of silence followed, each preoccupied with his or her own thoughts.
“You know, hon…” Gerald opened up and then stopped.
“What, Gerald.”
“We have a pretty honest relationship, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, and?” she asked wondering at what appeared to be a change in the direction of the conversation.
“Well, a thought occurred to me, but I’m worried you might get angry with me if I express it.”
“We’ve always been honest with each other,” she pointed out. “If an issue needs to be resolved we talk about it. How else can we come to a compromise or solve a problem. Tell me. What’s it all about?” she asked again.”
“You won’t get angry with me if I’m completely frank?” he asked. “But once I start expressing myself Aiko, you have to hear me out until I’m done. No interruptions, okay? I’m not even clear about what I’m thinking. I’m just trying to articulate a feeling and it might not come out sounding right.”
“Okay.”
“You trust me, right?”
“You know I do.”
Gerald took a deep breath and began to explain. “As good as our sex is, I think we’ve hit a rut sexually. True, we’ve tried all kinds of things to spice up our sex lives, you know, cunnilingus, 69-position, missionary, doggie-style and a few others we’ve seen in various sex manuals. We enjoy erotic movies. I’ve even seen some hardcore porn.”
“You have?” she questioned.
“Of course, I have. It’s almost impossible for a guy not to come across it at some point in their lives. You remember when I went to my cousin’s stag party last year?”
“Yeah.”
“His friends put on a hardcore porn movie.”
“So did you enjoy watching it? she asked.
“Not really,” he said, “it doesn’t take long for it to get boring.”
“You’re joking. I though all guys get off on porn.”
“Some do,” he replied, “but doing it is a hell of a lot more fun than watching it on screen. When it comes to sex, I prefer to be a participant, not a spectator. I also think that what makes sex erotic is seduction and the anticipation of the pleasure to come, not the gross depiction of physical sexual acts you see in porn movies.”
“So we’ve done it all.” She was not sure if that was a statement of a question.
“No, hon, we haven’t done it all. Rather, it’s all we’ve done.”
“You have a way with words, Gerald,” Aiko replied laconically.
“We have had a really good sex life although we seem to be in the doldrums.” To reassure his wife, he quickly added, “Let me clear. I’m not blaming you. You’ve done nothing wrong. I think we need to recharge, spice up our sex life.”
“To be honest, Gerald, you have a point. I think I know what you mean. Maybe, we should find a way to get out of our rut.”
“Well, Aiko, you’re a librarian and librarians know how to look for information. Do you want to take on the task of finding out what’s out there on the subject?”
Aiko blushed. “Me? But Gerald, you’re a records manager. You know how to look for information too.”
“It’s not the same. We have similar skill sets, but use them for entirely different purposes,” he replied. “You work in a science library. You’ve helped students do research projects on all kinds of subjects including sex. You told me so yourself. I’m asking you to use your search skills and knowledge to find information for us when you are at home.”
“You have a point,” Aiko said, “although I’m not sure I know what I should be looking for.”
“You’re very bright, my love. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
* * *
Two weeks later, Aiko announced that she had some results.
“I don’t know if this is what we’re really looking for,” she said, “but this as good a place as any to start, I guess.” Then she blushed. “I wasn’t familiar with some of the terms so I looked them up. A lot of hits were porn sites, pretty graphic stuff.”
“Not as good as the real thing, right?”
Aiko blushed again. “Right. Since we’re looking for ways to spice up our love life, I compiled a list a variety of sexual preferences. I put them on a simple form in the form of questions requiring a grade from 1 to 5 for each preference: 1 means ‘definitely no’; 2 means ‘probably not’; 3 means ‘unsure’ or ‘don’t know’; 4 means ‘probably interested’; 5 means ‘very interested’.”
“As you know, my little analytical sweetheart, he started to point out, “we have to avoid the temptation to rig the results for fear of the other’s reaction. So let’s establish some preconditions and rules.”
“Sounds good to me,” she concurred.
“Let’s start with basic principles,” he said. “We’ve always held to the belief that what happens between consenting adults is nobody else’s business. The operative words are ‘adults’ and ‘consenting’. So, anything involving children, violence or coercion is out even before we start.”
“I’m ahead of you on that one,” she interrupted. “I precluded them already.”
“Otherwise,” he continued, “most everything else should be listed.”
Aiko nodded her agreement.
“Now, about the rules. Complete honesty should be our first rule.’ He declared. There shouldn’t be any anger, repercussions or resentments for any and all honest answers. That should be our second rule.”
“Agreed. Honesty and no blowback,” Aiko summarized. “This might get scary though.”
“Yes, it might. We may be surprised or disappointed by each other’s honest answers. The second rule enables the first rule. Right now, it’s all just talk and fantasy, not reality.”
“So far, we’ve just talked about spicing up our sex life,” she observed. “Maybe one of us wants to turn fantasy into reality. We need a third rule: nothing happens unless we both agree. In other words, no means no for both of us.”
“I agree, you sweet scrumptious little thing,” he said smiling.
* * *
A few days later, Aiko’s list of questions was ready. Each answered the questions separately on screen.
Gerald finished first. ‘Well,’ he thought, ‘I see things here I’m sure Aiko finds disgusting. But I give her credit. She keeps an open mind. She left in whatever did not fall outside our ‘consenting adults’ principle.’
Aiko took a little longer than Gerald.
“I’m done,” she finally announced. “It’ll be easier to compare notes if we consolidate what we have on the screen into a two-column document.”
When she finished combining their answers on the screen, they looked at the result.
“I see a few questions where we both gave the lowest possible score. It’s a long list. They are irrelevant. So to save time, let’s just delete them right now.” Aiko said. “And we should probably also delete those where one of us gave a 1.”
“Agreed in most cases,” he said simply. He noted the Aiko was taking an interest in what they were doing.
“Is that a qualification dear?”
“Yes it is, but we’ll get to it in a minute,” he said.
The exclusions were interesting but not surprising given the couple’s long-held attitudes. But he stopped her from deleting the question relating submission.”
“But you put down a 1,” she protested.
“Yes dear, becaus
e I take no interest in submission. But I like the idea of being a dominant. So our inclinations are complementary. They should stay on our list for now.”
“It makes sense,” she conceded.
“Let’s get back to them on the weekend,” he suddenly interrupted. “We have already learned a lot about ourselves. We should mull over them over for a while. A little more further thinking might prompt us to amend an answer.”
* * *
When the weekend arrived, Gerald asked his wife if she was ready to talk some more.
“Sure,” she said.
They looked at the grades they gave to each question. They made no further changes.
Gerald read the results again. “Right off the bat, hon, I see a certain agreement in our answers about swinging and interracial sex.”
“We’re an interracial couple already, Gerald.”
“Oh yeah, good catch, good point,” he chuckled. “But I think we both understand that we aren’t talking about our relationship to each other.”
“True,” Aiko replied.”
“At the top of what’s left,” she said, “is swinging, and, to a lesser extent, group sex.”
“I’m a little confused by these other categories,” Gerald said. “It could be argued that threesomes and group sex are variations of swinging. In the old days, swinging used to mean single people picking each other up at bars for casual sex.”
“And you seem curious about cuckoldry,” she pointed out.
“I don’t get that one,” he admitted, “a mild interest in cuckoldry seems incompatible with dominance.”
“Your logic is unsound, Gerald.”
“What do you mean?”
“Our preferences can change. We’ve changed. For example, twenty years ago, this conversation would never have taken place. Our preferences can also change depending on the situation.”
“Very true,” he agreed.
“Sex is not about logic but about procreation, sexual pleasure and even social cohesion. Each human being is unique although, of course, we can have many similarities and shared interests.”
Aiko was now in lecture mode.
“People’s personalities can be very complex and even contradictory. It all depends on the situation, the people we know and interact with, and the environment, physical, economic, etc. that we live in.”
She stopped for a moment.
“While helping clients do research on human sexuality, I couldn’t help but become familiar with the issues. Many specialists in human sexuality have difficulty explaining why human sexual behaviour constantly collides with the prevailing social mores.”
Gerald knew he had a very intelligent wife but sometimes she really impressed him. This was one of those times.
Aiko was still lecturing. “As a species, we are innately social and sexual at the same time. It’s written in our genes, Gerald. If you strip away the society’s moralistic trappings, you have a creature that has a lot in common with bonobos.”
“Bonobos?” Gerald questioned. “Is that some kind of Italian sausage?”
“No silly, they’re apes. They look like chimpanzees except they’re more gracile. Both species are our closest relatives in the animal kingdom. The genetic difference between them and us is only 1.6%. Sexually, bonobos behave just like humans. They can, and do, have sex at any time. Sex isn’t just about reproduction. Like us they fuck for fun.”
A little embarrassed, Aiko giggled at her own choice of words.
“Humans and bonobos are the only two animals on the planet for whom sex is part of their social life. Hunter-gatherer societies, like those of our remote ancestors, were very similar. Food and sex were shared. It changed with the rise of farming and private property.”
“I like bonobos, Gerald said.
“I bet you do!” Aiko squealed and squirmed, not because of what he said but because of what he did.
While Aiko was talking about the sex among the apes, Gerald had stepped behind her, slipped a hand inside her blouse and pushed off her bra to massage her breast. Meanwhile, the other hand had snaked its way into her panties where it massaged her other feminine assets. He pressed his growing hard-
on against her behind for good measure. The talk about sex had made them both horny.
“Lets play bonobo,” he panted into her ear.”
“Okay,” she said hoarsely.
They were in a mood for a quickie. She ran to the bedroom. He followed. Clothes flew. He pounced on her, slipping his stiff member easily into her hot humid canal. They humped against each other, he driving in as deeply as he could, she doing her best to allow him to penetrate deeply. They arrived at their blissful burst at the same time.
Now that they were sated, Gerald said out loud. “What the hell came over us? I don’t recall ever becoming horny from talking about the sex life of animals.”
“Maybe their sex life appeals to our inner being, to our genetically engrained human nature,” she said softly.
“Umm,” was all Gerald could say.
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