Monday night was interesting, to say the least. Christine had a "date" and was not around, so Dimitri showed up at our place unannounced and unhappy. Karl was ecstatic that Alec would arrive sometime tonight. We knew Rex would show up when he finished his local tasks. We also knew Rex would claim his property. I prayed that Alec and Ian would show up and be such a distraction for my husband so that I could get the fucking...
Four people, two men and two women, lolled about, no one wanting to break the mood. A bystander might not realize who was married to whom, who was fucking whom. Husband Karl had fucked Christine, the prostitute, right before my face, with me lying 69 on my carpet, her straddling me, me grabbing as much of her cunt-lips as I could reach. She sucked the same for me. The plain term sixty-nine doesn’t do our partnership justi...
Karl and I were in that nether-world right before falling asleep. Our first night in ‘his room.' Dimitri and Christine, on the other side of the wall, were not quiet lovers. I couldn’t sleep. “Karl,” I said, “our group is gelling. You are the godfather of it. I like the connections you're making with all our new friends. Christine is someone I like you being around. One of these days, I might meet Alec. You know Rex and D...
On that Friday before the neighborhood party, Karl delivered Dimitri to the rental car outlet and came home. He found me in his new bedroom, arranging his clothes in the closets and drawers. We had our talk. Karl told me about his Saturday with Ian and Alec. I realized Alec was the secretary/tour guide at the MG museum. I vaguely remember seeing a British couple at our city hotel, but never made the connection until Rex’s...
Karl was shocked and resistant when I told him Dimitri would be staying with us for the few days, until his residence was ready. I took him by the hand and said, "We have guest rooms, plenty of time, space to entertain and a wonderful chance for our friends to meet someone of another culture. I can't wait to get to know Dimitri even better." I saw Karl’s objection coming. I knew how to handle it . Karl said, “I have had e...
When my husband Karl walked out of his bathroom and approached Rex's bed, I motioned for him to sit down. "Join us. You look a lot better now, since you've had a shave and a hot shower. Do you feel like a person again?” I continued, “Are you all squeaky clean? I am.” Karl said, "Yes. But this doesn’t seem clean to me." Rex sat up on our bed. "Karl. I am sure you still love your wife and want to stay married to her. She to...
When the gorgeous lady walked into the suite, Karl was not alone in being wowed. She was tall, slim and as cultured as Alec, as bold as Rex. When she asked, “Who is Ian?” Karl guessed exactly what was the British couple’s compromise. Alec could troll Craigslist, et cetera for one night stands; Ian could order up a date as quid pro quo. “It seemed like a good idea at the time,” all three reasoned. Now Karl was the interlop...
Tim was not a nice boy. We say ‘boy’ because that is what people called him. No one knew exactly how old he was. He showed up one day at the inn and agreed to work for food and a place to sleep in the barn. To study him, one would estimate his age at twenty-five. His stooped stature mirrored his stooped nature. Village people did not expect much of an ostler. Had he been prompt, instead of having to be called when a new g...
Rex, the guy who fucked me senseless last weekend, called me. My husband Karl was away but would be back by midnight. I had time to talk. Rex started by saying, "Thank you for a wonderful time. I just wanted to thank you. I have not had such feelings coursing through my body in a long, long time. We have the real possibility of creating a special relationship. My body needs your body, badly. I want us to get together agai...
Karl had excused himself from wife Clair and her guy Rex, whom she had picked up. Now, Karl stood in the lobby gazing at nothing in particular. Ennui in its purest form of tedium, lethargy and world-weariness invaded his being. He wished he was somewhere else, anywhere else. A huge mural took up most of the wall in front of him. The hotel background movement of people, luggage, carts, serving trays and hubbub were a blur....
Saturday, 4pm to Sunday, 4pm. While we were riding up to our suite, I studied the hotel poster advertising dinner specials. Rex gestured and asked what I would like for supper. I felt a tad guilty, as if I had violated some kind of moral standard. I had to tell Rex, “Karl and I celebrated our twenty-fifth anniversary here.” I didn’t tell him that what we had eaten was the advertised special tonight. Instead I said, “We h...
At the tick of 11am, I drove Karl's British Racing Green MG convertible right up to the Welcome Center at the hotel. A porter was waiting alongside Rex. They approached: Rex beaming and the porter lugging two small wicker baskets and blankets. Rex directed that the picnic hampers be fitted behind the seats. He knew one large basket would not fit. So thoughtful! Rex asked if I would need anything from my overnight bag. “No...
Friday, 7:30 PM to Saturday 10:30 AM. I am retired but still quite active. Most gain a few inches/pounds; I actually lost thirty pounds after I quit working. I am fit, healthy, sexually excitable and sexually exciting. The last part is true, especially after what happened a few days ago. As I write this, my husband is out on a manufactured journey. Manufactured or contrived? Semantics don't matter. We are apart to sort ou...
