Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Surprise: Ep3

We drove in silence for a while before she asked, "Do you think Mary will eat cunt this weekend?"

I coughed as I asked, "Where did that come from?"

"She told me you gave her permission to eat pussy and she gave you permission to have sex with a Shemale," she revealed.

My face burned with embarrassment. I replied, "That was just heat of the moment talk."

"Mary has wanted to eat pussy forever," Mia said, so matter-of-factly that it seemed inevitable.

I quipped, "She wants to be gang banged too, but fantasy is fantasy."

"But what if fantasy could become reality?" she asked, her tone suddenly serious.

"It's a dangerous line to cross," I said, knowing that fantasy stayed fantasy for a reason.

"Would you seriously let her if the opportunity arose this weekend?" she asked.

"I don't know," I admitted, the conversation at the time I gave her permission was rather laissez faire.

"And if a Shemale came to you this weekend and offered herself to you, would you take her up on the offer?" Mia asked.

I laughed, "Like that is likely to happen."

"That isn't the point, would you?" she asked again.

"Would you?" I questioned back.

"I have before," she revealed.

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

"Of course, Shemales are the perfect specimen. The beauty of a woman; the sophistication of a woman; the upper body of a woman; and yet the lower equipment of a man, which, let's be honest, the only body part that is sexier on a man is his penis... cunts are incredibly unattractive," Mia said, her face squishing up like she had just sucked on a lemon.

"At least I know you're not a lesbian," I joked.

"God no," she said.

"Tell me how you really feel," I joked.

"I love cock," she answered, talking to me as a guy and not as her friend's husband.

I joked again, repeating the same words, "Tell me how you really feel."

"No, seriously," she said. "All cunts look the same, I can't imagine trying to pick one out of a pussy line-up."

"I'd be willing to try," I quipped.

"On the other hand, every cock is distinctly different," she continued, ignoring my interjection.

"Like no two snowflakes are alike," I pointed out.

"Exactly," she said. "There are big ones, small ones, thick ones, curved ones," she listed.

"Black ones," I joked.

"Not all black cocks are huge, trust me," she said. "Actually, the biggest three cocks I have ever seen are all white. Although I have seen some impressive black cocks, too."

resist, "You're quite the cock-connoisseur," playing

the guy obsessed with Shemales,"

is a strong word," I

she shrugged. "Hey, you

I asked, the conversation taking so many twists

you,

I answered,

your wife gave you

wasn't serious," I

"Wasn't she?" she asked.

said. "If a Shemale hits on me at the wedding tomorrow, I will

asked playfully, again wiggling her toes

by the strange conversation. "I'll suck

you give that up, too?" she asked,

very fuckable," she

is good to know," I joked, "that my ass is very

avoided the question

I did,"

denial as

taking a no as a yes," I

can be turned

have been great information to have in high school and college,"

to understand how

think I have Mary figured out,

to keep you on your toes," she laughed, which, of course, made

I would be jerking off thinking of Mia's legs and feet in

and feet?" she

tits, although Mary had a nice pair, or great asses, Mary's was still quite firm, but legs... especially in nylon. "And why nylons?" she cooed, as she put her hands on her

that question," I answered, never able to

a lot stranger fetishes than nylons," Mia

know it's not like I am into bondage, pee sex, scat or anything like that,"

fun,"

it can," I said, thinking I

imagine," she replied, her tone again

I can imagine," I joked. "Probably

the feel of the nylons or the look of

I answered, because

"Explain," she demanded.

no longer even trying to not to take lengthy looks of her nylon-clad legs and

her left foot onto my lap with

gasped,

she playfully asked, as her foot ended up on my leg, just a couple of inches from my raging

shouldn't have been. She

nylon," she

her ankle and gasped. It was easily the softest nylon I had ever felt. "Wow!" Was all I could muster. "That's what your wife said too," she said, as she again

thought of Mary and

ordered her a few pairs,"

joked, sounding like an

and asked, "So you like the feel, what

like mocha, coffee or tan," I continued, disappointed yet thankful that she had moved

I know that would know there are nylon colours mocha or coffee,"

buy Mary's nylons," I