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“I did it to piss my parents off,” Sidonia sighed, “and I’d be lying if I denied there is something about Vodingo which pulls at the most primal, basic parts of me. He touches me and I swear I get zinging, tingling buzzes which goes straight to my crotch.”
Zorah giggled at Sidonia’s words, “really?”
“Really. He could be dressed in drag, and I’d probably still want to climb him like a tree.” Her words cause Zorah to erupt with laughter and Sidonia to grunt, “he is the only person I’ve ever wanted to punch in the balls and then kiss them better.”
“Have you?” Zorah wiggled her eyebrows at Sidonia who chortled at the question.
“Punch them no, but they’ve been in my mouth,” she admitted with a bright red hue on her cheeks which was not due to the sunshine overhead. “He is a very inventive man, and I am learning a lot about myself as a woman under his expertise.”
“Has he made you pee the bed yet?” Zorah asked with a frown. She was still quite perturbed about her body’s odd reaction to orgasms.
“Pee the bed?” Sidonia sat up and stared at her friend. “What are you on about? I do not pee the bed!” When Zorah flushed, she gasped, “you peed the bed? Zorah, you have got to be kidding. Why?”
“Icaro did this thing to me twice with a toy and his mouth where there is so much,” she searched for the word and came up lacking, hating herself for how embarrassed she felt asking the only person she knew she could talk to about this, “I don’t know, so much stuff it’s like I’ve wet the bed. He did it last night and the night before. He behaves like Christmas has come early when it happens but it’s embarrassing. He says it’s normal, but I don’t remember hearing about this in sex ed class.”
Sidonia pulled her phone out and was typing frantically, “Vodingo has not done such things to me at all. Does it feel good when it happens?”
“Icaro called it squirting, which is a horrible term, and it feels good but then it’s very embarrassing.” She sat up and watched as Sidonia ran an internet search on Zorah’s descriptions before bouncing onto Zorah’s lounger and cuddling against her.
“This is a thing,” Sidonia was wide-eyed. “It’s a real thing. You’re not peeing the bed, Zorah. It’s a form of orgasm. How come Vodingo hasn’t tried this with me?”
“Maybe it’s because Icaro is sticking to his no penile penetration thing.”
“Penile penetration?” Sidonia nudged her in the ribs. “Girl, you sound like the nuns.”
“It’s the only education I’ve ever been given.”
“We can do our own education.”
“How?” Zorah grumbled. “I have to ask Icaro everything. I had wild dreams about a movie star and Icaro the other night and I needed to ask him if it was normal.”
“We have the internet, and we have rich billionaire husbands who always have a Wi-Fi connection.” Sidonia grunted at her before tossing a nervous glance over her shoulder. “Are you sure they’re going to stay at their own end of the boat?”
“He promised me we could have all the quiet and alone time we needed.”
Sidonia ducked down on the lounger, “then let’s do some research.”
“What kind of research?” Zorah was shaking out of fear of being caught and the excitement of doing something illicit and naughty.
“Let’s watch movies.”
“What kind of movies?” she gasped as Sidonia typed in a four-letter word. “Porn?”
“Shh,” Sidonia clapped a hand over Zorah’s mouth. “I don’t want to see anything with more than two people in it, but what if Vodingo is doing the bare minimum and I don’t know because he’s all I know?”
“I don’t know Sidonia. This seems really bad.”
“It is bad. We’re grown women though Zorah and there is no priest or nuns or parents with whips and paddles and tasers who are going to punish us for being deviants because we want to know how to please our husbands.”
Sidonia hit play on a video and then panicked when the sound was up, and music blasted from the phone. The phone tumbled onto the lounger as the two girls struggled to catch it and then they both giggled nervously and sunk down lower, hiding their faces behind the back of the lounger.
Zorah made a face as the man in the first video came on the screen and she pulled her head back, “that can’t be real.”
“It’s almost to his knee and it’s so wide,” Sidonia agreed, “do men get plastic surgery for such things?”
“Icaro says Walrus is built like this, but I thought he was joking. Do you think he meant it?”
“If he’s made to scale, maybe?” Sidonia tilted her head sideways, “this is not sexy at all. Why does the girl have to wear the maid outfit? Do men like this? Wearing costumes?”
“There is no way that is fitting in there,” Zorah pointed to the waxed woman’s body.
“Yeah, let’s find a different one.”
Several attempts at other videos later, both girls were revolted and more than a little disgusted with the internet in general. They hadn’t found one video which didn’t feel like the worst form of debauchery.
“Are we prudes?” Zorah asked. “I found all of this gross and unrealistic but maybe I’m too inexperienced.”
“I don’t think we’re prudes, Zora but I do think we’re stuck learning from our husbands though because this was nothing like reality. I remember the nuns talking about how people get addicted to this stuff, but I can’t for the life of me understand why. It’s as far fetched as the stupid science fiction movie Vodingo made me watch.”
“What movie?”
“Some stupid one where a bunch of people who work on oil rigs were sent in space to break up an asteroid. He was singing along to a song from it. I think he thought it was romantic. It was weird and the movie was dumb.”
“Icaro likes violent revenge movies. We watched all three John Wick movies and tonight he wants to watch The Gladiator. I’m glad he doesn’t like this stuff, or at least he’s not watching it with me.”
Sidonia huffed, “well, I’m asking Vodingo tonight do this squirting thing. It sounds fun.”
Fun wasn’t the word Zorah thought but she shrugged and lay back down on the lounger. “Have at it. Tonight, I’m getting a spa night at home, with special oils, manicures, and pedicures and even face masks he ordered in from Milan. He said he can’t wait to paint my toenails.”
“Your husband is weird.” Sidonia said with a shake of her head. “I think the abstinence is messing with his brain cells.”
“Maybe it is but at least he’s coming up with clever ideas for us to spend time together. I’m enjoying his company.”
“How much are you enjoying? Enough to go all the way?”
“What are you girls talking about?” Vodingo’s voice called from behind them. “Care to share?”
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