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saw the empty bed that looked slightly tousled but nothing else.
    “Where is Ian?” I couldn’t help but ask the question that was bothering me most at the moment.
    “He is in another room. He figured there would be issues with this, which is what I am here for,” John answered.
    “ What does he want me to do that is so bad? Or different or whatever?” I couldn’t stop my mind from going on a crazy tangent thinking about all the different sexual acts out there that we had never tried.
    “He wants you to attempt to play with his perineum and possibly a little anal play.” John’s voice was calm , like he’d said nothing out of the ordinary. This was not ordinary to me. Men didn’t do that in my life. Men didn’t want people to play anywhere near their backdoors, not in my world. Hell, we barely played near MY backdoor, and I was on the receiving end. I didn’t know how comfortable I was with even the idea of it, let alone the actual process of doing it. Before I could gather myself enough to make a verbal response to John, he said, “I just want to point out Ian has been more than willing to try out anything sexual that you wanted. I must tell you, he wasn’t always as comfortable with everything as he ended up coming off as, but for you, he was willing to put on a brave front and give it his all. Look at how well it all worked out. However, you can, at any time, say you aren’t willing and we can stop.”
    I looked at the ceiling and ground my teet h together for a moment before nodding my head slightly. “He was willing to try things he was uncomfortable with for me. I will try this. I can’t say I’ll be okay with it, but I will try it…as long as you help me through it.”
    “Absolutely. I’ll be here every step of the way.” John gave me a comforting smile as he squeezed my hands. He offered a few quick tips and pointers about the perineum before standing and helping me onto my shaking legs. “Let’s go find Ian.”
    I nodded slightly an d followed behind John as he led me not out the door to the hallway as I’d expected, but to a door connected to the room beside the one we were in. He knocked once before pulling open the door. Once we were inside the room, I quickly glanced around. It looked just like most other hotel rooms, but I found extreme comfort finding my husband lying on the bed with his arms bent behind his head. A beautiful smile spread across his face when he saw me enter, which in turn made me grin. He was wearing only a pair of boxers and even though I had seen him in this exact same position many times at home, there was something about being in a hotel room that made is so much sexier. Biting my lip, I let my gaze roam over him as his did the same to me.
    “Normally , I like to blindfold one of you when we are exploring a new sensation or experience, but I think for both of you it is more important to see each other and the pleasure you are giving or receiving,” John said, breaking through me sexing up my husband from across the room. “Go get on the bed with him. Start kissing. Do what you two normally do to get each other hot.”
    Sounds easy enough. I walked over to the side of the bed Ian was on and bent at the waist to give him the kiss I’d wanted to since seeing him spread out, waiting for me. I teased his lips with my tongue until he finally separated them, granting me access. I slipped my tongue into his mouth as I glided a leg over his hips and ground my hips down on the erection pressing against me through his boxers. Running my hands up his chest, I grasped onto the back of his neck as I carefully -and not quite as gracefully as I’d hoped for- rolled us over so I was on the bottom with him between my thighs looking down at me.
    “Ian, get me naked ,” I moaned as he thrust his hips, rubbing his erection against me. The smile that perked up one side of his mouth told me all the naughty things flowing through his mind right then. Leaning back, he quickly