There's a part of me that's always been a little enamored with the idea of "girl talk." It's a huge turn-on for me to think about the woman I'm with bragging about me to her friends. I typically go for the quiet, sweet type, and the thought of someone I sleep with sitting across the table from a friend whose eyes go wide hearing about the way they love to choke on my cock gets me hard thinking about it even now. Unfortunately, in my experience, that type does come with sincere sexual modesty a lot of the time, and so despite my encouragement, none of my dating partners had ever talked to their friends about their sex lives. Or at least, they'd never told me if they had, despite my encouragement.

My current FWB, Ashley, shares a lot of those traits. She's super embarrassed every time the subject of sex is even hinted at, and has a habit of saying she's a virgin and leaving to avoid the subject. Even when I talk about how I'm going to fuck her, she gets bright red and mealy-mouthed, despite the fact that I must have filled her various holes with cum literally hundreds of times by now. As someone that's uncontrollably horny for shy girls, it's like crack to me. I love whispering in her ear that she's a good little cocksucker and watching her face get red and her pussy get soaked.

There are a couple of ways that Ashley differs from my typical sexual partner, though. First of all, despite (or maybe because of) her shyness, she's at been much more receptive to things like sexting and dirty talk. She loves getting a midday text telling her that I can't wait to suck on her nipples later, or letting her know that I'm sitting at my desk throbbing thinking about the things I'll be doing to her that night. Second, she's really expressive. I think she's sincerely incapable of hiding her reaction if you catch her off-guard, and as such she's remarkably bad at keeping secrets.

Yesterday, Ashley was catching up with her friend Morgan, and making plans to get a pedicure together. She has a kink for being told what to do, so she decided to ask me what color I wanted her nails to be. I told her to get baby pink, because I wanted her to look sweet and innocent when I defiled her later. Apparently, this drew quite the reaction from her -- when she gets embarrassed, she tends to cover her face and look away from her phone, and I imagine that's what happened here. Morgan, of course, noticed this, and got pushy about seeing what caused Ashley to react like that. After initially trying to change the subject and avoid the question, Ashley eventually caved and let Morgan see our text conversation. Morgan scrolled through our texts, and her jaw dropped. She said she's been begging her husband, Matt, to talk to her like that. They got married about a month ago, and she's only gotten fucked twice since, despite taking a two-week honeymoon to Europe. The most they've ever had sex is like twice a week, and she said she was openly jealous of how often Ashley gets fucked.

When I came over to her house that night, Ashley told me about this conversation, and something animalistic kicked on in my brain. I'd been pretty sure I'd be into something like this, but I swear to God I've never been that horny in my life. I immediately told Ashley to get on her knees, right there, and tell me about it while I fucked her face. We talked about how hot it was that Morgan was probably laying in her bed, not getting fucked and thinking about how jealous of us she is. She'd never admit this, but I'm willing to bet she fingered herself that night thinking about the way Ashley was getting fucked. I'm not a person that's big on sharing, but I couldn't help thinking about the fact that a blowjob from Ashley would probably change Matt's life. Hell, it changed mine -- I had never cum in someone's mouth before I met her, and now my cock throbs just thinking about being between her lips. There's no fucking way Morgan can do that. They should probably be more jealous than they are, honestly.

When I eventually came down Ashley's throat, I made her text Morgan and let her know that she just got fucked, and that we'd be keeping count through the weekend. Morgan just responded with a 😫 emoji. That counter has gotten up to 7, at time of writing. I've bent Ashley over the kitchen counter, made her squirt on her dildo, and filled up every one of her holes. Ashley can hardly walk now. I know her friend is going to ask her for details the next time they talk, and I cannot fucking wait, because she is going to have a story to tell.