A fantasy email conversation I am having in real life with another writer.
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Hi Randi,
I'm back. I really enjoy reading about your life story. It raises so many questions for me that are exactly the sorts of things I have been wondering about.
I am an only child, and my husband and I raised our daughters in a fairly normal middle-class Canadian environment. My husband has 2 sisters, and he says he saw them naked a few times when they were little, but he was never sexually interested in them. I don't understand this at all. It seems to me that if had a nice boy so close when I was 11, 12, 13 years old I would have been all over him.
One of my boyfriends in college had a sister who was also my friend. Actually, she was the one who introduced us. We didn't date regularly, but every once in a while he would call me or I would call him, and we would go out, and then have sex. I guess now people would say we were "fuck buddies". We were never serious because we knew we had different goals in life, but he was a nice guy and a really fun fuck. His sister once told me that when they were like 11 and 13 (he was older) they would sometimes play around. He would finger her and she would jerk him off just to watch him squirt. But after a while they lost interest and never went further. I thought - how in the world do you possibly lose interest? Even if you know you are not going to marry him, a real live dick is better than a finger or a hairbrush.
So what about your husband and his sister? Is it true that familiarity breeds indifference?
By the way, are you all naturists / nudists? It is something I have been thinking about trying this summer. We aren't going to Europe this year and I have already mentioned to my husband about maybe finding a club with a private lake nearby. He didn't say "no," so we will see.
He is not terribly adventurous, and I haven't told him about you, but he enjoyed what happened after I read your story. I could not wait until bedtime, so I jumped his bones on the couch in the living room. I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. Then, on Friday morning, I woke feeling him spooning behind me. He was still asleep but he was very stiff. I reached between my legs and guided him in me. He woke up enough to start gently rocking, then he went thump, thump, thump inside me. Even though I didn't come I absolute love that feeling.
Write if you get a chance.
Jane
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