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 told me several times she wants to stay your wife. However, she needs more than what you can give. Perhaps more than we both can give her. She is entering into her sexual maturity and women like your wife need more than we can provide.

"I am going to take what she offers and I suggest you do the same. As I explained before, she will have me or someone else. You two cannot go back to the way things were. If you want her to be happy, follow me. You will have to share her."

I spoke up. "Rex that was quite a speech. I confess that I do like sex, a lot, with both of you, maybe together as well. I can’t possibly say how much further I want to go. You both may be disappointed or jealous one of these days.”

To Karl, I said, “Please, Karl. Come here and lie beside me."

He did. I went from sitting up on Rex's bed to stretching out, molding my body into the reclining Karl. He went flat on his back. I cuddled up against him and put my hand inside his robe.

Rex readjusted his position, separating his body from mine while saying, "Karl, last I checked, you were still married to this lovely lady. She needs satisfaction. See what you can do."

Such a nice guy, that Rex, always thinking about my welfare.

Rex added, head resting on his elbow, "That pussy belongs to me now. You will have to use a rubber. The dominant male is the only one allowed to cum in his woman. You can fuck her in the ass anytime she lets you, though."

I thought I would die! Rex is so bold, so forceful. He knows what he wants. I decided it was my job to settle this. I snuggled up to a very rigid husband. I reached down to his crotch and he still had a hard on. Good!

I whispered in his ear so that Rex could not hear what I said. "Darling, you started this whole thing. Neither of us knew where it would lead; now we know. Would we be more comfortable in your bed?"

I made the decision. I grabbed the tube of lubricant and said, "Let's move."

I whispered into Karl's ear, "My sorority sisters thought nothing of having sex with a boyfriend while double dating. Swingers do this kind of thing all the time, fuck in front of another couple. After all, you already saw Rex and me at it. Let's show him we still know how to do it."

I danced naked with Karl to music I only heard in my mind. To my surprise, Karl must have heard the tune. We waltzed naked around the room. I cuddled Karl and held him close.

I lay down on Karl’s bed and he stood in front of me. That gave me the opportunity to study him as I had not done in a long time. That I did feel slightly guilty about: not noticing how my man had changed. I focused all my senses to mark this day in my mind. I was going to fuck my husband while a virtual stranger watched.

Rex had picked up some rubbers, so if Karl wanted vaginal sex, I would give it to him. He didn’t have a chance to object last Thursday morning. I wanted to try anal.

“Come closer.” I wrapped my arms around his middle, put my chin on his belly and gazed into his eyes. Karl did smell good. His body was more toned in just a week. 

He sat next to me on the bed. Had I been able to kick my feet back and forth, like on a swing, I would have, in pure happiness. I was having fun with my husband in bed again. We kissed, slowly. We stroked each other. I started to ignore the traffic sounds and the other distraction, on the other bed. Karl's dick is considerably smaller than Rex's, so I could get most of it in my mouth. I tried that trick of deep throating, then pull my lips up to the crown, hold that ring there and circle the head with my tongue. My tits were hanging down, brushing his legs.

"I want to taste your pussy." That was a surprise to me. Karl knew that an hour before, my cunt had taken Rex's fat dick. I had performed so well that Rex dumped a large load in me, on me. Karl and I went into a 69 with me on top.

The way we were arranged, Karl was at the head of his bed, closer to the window; I was facing the other way, toward Rex.

I could still suck Karl, but I didn't. Instead, I first looked at Rex.

"Just eat me, eat my cum-soaked pussy, Karl. I need for you to taste Rex's cum." Rex smiled.

Karl hesitated, but began with the insides of my thighs. He planted kisses on one side, then the other. Eventually, I felt his tongue gingerly lapping my labia. I ground down on his face, aping what I had done to Rex.

"Umm. So good, so good, so good. Don't stop. You are wonderful." I was a noisy fuck!

A drop of pre-cum showed on the tip of Karl's now bright-red bulb. Instead of licking it, I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around the bulb ridge and squeezed more out. Karl's hips lunged. His head must have followed suit, because I could feel his tongue enter my pussy.

Karl reciprocated my tongue swirl with some of his own, around my vaginal opening. My thumb and finger formed a ring, a make-believe cunt that milked some pre-cum, spread it partway down his shaft, went back for more and went even further.

I smiled and glanced up. Rex was watching everything we did. He whispered so only I could hear. "Nice. Very nice. Let him fuck you in the ass."

I lifted myself from Karl. I kissed him deeply and tasted myself and Rex. I licked up the moisture on both sides of Karl's cheeks.

"You want my virgin ass? You can have it if you want it." He nodded.

"Remember the 'reverse cowgirl' I told you about. I fucked Rex that way and he loved it. I hope you do, too."

I swung my leg over Karl's torso, so that I was facing away from him. I crouched and grabbed the lubricant. "This will make it easier and more enjoyable for both of us."

I smeared a big glob of cream on Karl's dick. It glistened. I made sure the head and shaft got a good dose. Then I lowered myself onto him. "Oh, God, Karl. Can you see the head of your dick right at my ass hole? Let me do the work. You stay still and enjoy the ride."

"Damn. You are so tight, I can hardly get it in." My husband was getting enthusiastic. I would have to regulate this or get hurt.

"Let me do the work, Karl. You just lay back."

Down an inch, the head popped in. Down another inch, I felt my ass stretching. The lube helps.

Hey this is not bad, I thought. I can do this with Karl. Rex would ruin me. Maybe I'll let him try anyway; nobody would know but us. Damn! Different, but good. Rational thoughts receded and lust took over.

I lowered onto Karl until I was sitting on his crotch. I sat for a moment, resting on Karl's lap, then I rocked forward and back. Karl shuddered. I was not ready for either of us to cum, so I slowed.

Like a horseman riding a pony, Karl gyrated to get me going. I sat straight up and gazed at Rex. He had his meat out, jerking off. When I moved on Karl, Rex mirrored my motion. When I went to the side, Rex pulled his long, fat thing to the side as well. When I pushed down on Karl, Rex's fist went around his dick and pushed it down, extending his waving peter to its full length. When I gyrated, he jerked himself off.

I smiled. Rex took that as an invitation. He got off his bed and stood beside me, while I was still on top of my husband, with a dick all the way up my ass. I leaned over and took Rex into my mouth.

Rex said, "Suck my dick. Show your husband what a slut you can be, with the right man."

I had already started sucking on him when he said that. I started to pull away, but Rex grabbed the hair on the back of my head and held me on his dick. My peristaltic movement swallowing Rex reverberated all the way down to my ass. I couldn't stop moving my head on Rex and flexing my ass on Karl.

Rex was content to jerk himself off, with the bulbous head filling my mouth. Either cum or pre-cum or spittle came out of my nose. I lifted a hand to wipe it off and Rex grabbed my wrist and put it on his shaft. I was able to rub my nose on my hand.

Sometimes, Rex is just nasty. I liked it.

Karl was beginning to make those familiar noises just before cumming. When I rose up to go after more of Rex’s pole, my ass lifted up and Karl took advantage. He cupped my ass in his hands and pounded into me. After several intensifying strokes, I felt Karl shoot a stream of cum deep inside my ass; that sent me over the moon and I jerked and jerked my ass on his dick as I climaxed.

Rex reaped the benefits of us both and sawed his dick into my waiting mouth. I expected jets of liquid to fill my mouth but I could not go any more. Instead, I motioned for Rex to bend down and give me a kiss.

“Thank you both,” I was finally able to say.

"Fantastic," Karl sighed as he withdrew and I rolled off. So Karl and I were still head to toe. Rex has unbelievable stamina. He was beside me on Karl’s bed jerking his dick.

“I can help you with that.” I grabbed the tube of lube and squirted another glob onto my palm. Then I grabbed Rex’s dick and moved my hand up and down. My other hand instinctively joined its mate. With two hands almost around his dick, moving up and down faster and faster, he did not last long.

Rex is always a vocal.

This time, his string of oaths, name-calling, exclamations and exhortations surprised me. Then it was over.

The text on anal sex etiquette suggests that the guy must rise first, clean up first. He should also assist his partner if required, by bringing a warm washcloth for her. Karl brought three hot cloths, bless him.

Later that Monday night, we went out to dinner as a threesome. That word ceased to bother me, for some reason. I was getting accustomed to having two lovers, a husband and a virtual stranger.

This time, the only table available sat the couple on a couch on one side and the third needed a chair. Karl and I sat together; Rex sat alone. I could tell he did not like it, but it was not worthy of a scene.

Karl and I giggled, smooched and chatted about people we knew, meals we had eaten and places we had been. Was I being mean to Rex? No, just letting him know that we two married people had a life together.

Rex again surprised me. He jumped in, asking Karl the details of those people, places and things. He seemed genuinely interested in our neighbors, our other friends and the people we both knew.

Typical of Rex, as soon as Karl was about to take his first bite of his main course, Rex asked, “What are people going to do when they find out what we are doing?”

“We won’t be doing it for long,” said Karl.

I was not sure how long we three would be together, but glad Karl had an answer. Rex left it at that.

On Tuesday, Rex hired a car and we went into the countryside, to visit the filming site of the Game of Crowns series. Karl has never been a cuddle-type: he doesn't show affection by holding hands, staying close on tours or in the movies. Rex, on the other hand, appeared to want to get into my pocket.

To an onlooker, it was obvious that Rex and I were the couple, Karl the third wheel. I did pay attention to Karl, when he talked. I tried to engage him, but he spoke in monosyllables.

"Are you sulking on this beautiful day?" I asked him.

He took me aside. While we walked the grounds, Rex stayed at a tasteful distance. "I am still sorting all of this out, but it seems this is reality for now. I can tolerate this for one more day, then let's go back to where we were."

I had promised him back on Thursday morning that if he wanted to end this, I would. That was last week and Karl did not say the magic word, “No.”

Now it was too late, like when I was driving out of the neighborhood on Saturday morning. I was already on my way to meet Rex. I did not turn the MG around. I would not turn this around either.

It was time. I started my lecture. "Karl, do you remember that phrase the British use, one off?"

He said, "I've heard it, but what does that have to do with you and me?"

This was it, the final conversation on the subject. I spoke lovingly, but firmly and plainly about our life. "It's not about you and me. It is about you, me and Rex. The expression one off is used when a Brit talks about something that happens just once, like hitting the lottery or going on a round-the-world cruise or having an appendectomy. It is a shortening of 'one of a kind,' never again."

Karl said "So, Rex is not a 'one off'?"

"No. not now. You had your chance to end this, in that hotel at home, in our house, on Thursday morning.” Then I broke the big news. “He is being reassigned to our area. He and I will be seeing each other whenever we can."

Karl sighed and turned away.

The first part of the trip back to our London hotel suite was tense. Karl had walked away from me when I told him I was not giving up Rex. None of us wanted to make a scene, so we started our ride in silence. I sat between my two men, but leaning on Rex.

I reflected: a fortnight ago my marriage and my life were safe and predictable. The only problem was a mild one, that Karl kept talking about wanting to watch me have sex with another man. I went along with his role-playing and sometimes I got excited as well.

Then I met Rex at that performance in the city. I ended up fucking him that night, then returned for more the next day. When Rex offered to take me to London with him, I jumped at the chance, even letting Karl go along. I know I could have simply not told Karl where we were going, keeping him in the dark; but I decided that my husband and I should continue to trust each other, as much as possible.

Now I am a different woman. The loneliness in the concert hall and sense of being abandoned for another drink was what started it. Throw in the spirit of adventure, the alcohol and the situation: I was a goner!

Neighbors and friends would doubt my sincerity, but I truly love my husband but the sexual thrill of fucking a different man is enough to want me to keep doing it.

Back in college, I learned about the stages of grief: shock, disbelief, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I watched Karl go through the first stages and prayed he'd finish soon. He was startled when I proposed going up to Rex's suite. He could not believe I would go back for more the next day. Karl got so moody, especially after Rex told him my cunt belonged to him.

Karl changed too. He promised to cut back on his drinking, lose some weight, and take me on dates again. That must have been his bargaining phase. Karl's libido is back to being like a teenager's. That is a good thing, for both of us.

I was gazing out the window, watching the British countryside. We were tense.

Rex broke the ice. "Let's go to a play tonight, to celebrate my married couple's last night in London."

Karl, relieved that at least we'd be away from the bed for a while, said, "Great idea! Why not go to the Globe?"

The Globe is a replica of the Seventeenth Century playhouse where Shakespeare and others of his day wrote and performed.

I agreed, "Can we find out what is playing tonight?"

The cabbie handed us the "Times" newspaper from the front seat. Karl thumbed the pages, found the listing and burst out laughing.

He handed the paper across to Rex, deliberately avoiding my getting in on the joke.

Rex howled, "Oh yes, yes, yes. Perfect timing."

I wrestled the paper from Rex and found the listing: John Ford's 1633 play, “Tis a Pity She's a Whore" with curtain time, 9:00pm.

I went anyway.

The next day, Rex called one of his client’s office from our suite. I heard him say, “Sorry, but Ian is not at work today.”

So I could have a last day with Rex. We changed the flight home to Thursday. Rex paid.

We wanted to be alone, just a twosome. If Karl minded, he didn’t show it. Rex and I did the hop on/hop off bus tour. We got on and off at several stops. Rex said, at one point, that we should see a small museum. It was in the Morris Garage Building. They displayed almost every British sports car ever manufactured. The place was deserted, except for us.

One model was an MGB like ours. The secretary, Alec treated us like old friends for half of our tour. She got a call, though, apologized and excused herself. Strange, I saw her leaving in a hurry moments later. We got on and off the bus a dozen times, stopping for tea, for some shopping, for sight-seeing.

Daylight lasts until past 9:00pm at this time of year in England. Our bodies were adjusting to the change in time zones; at ten, we realized we had not eaten. Rex took me to a small bistro and we ate a light meal.

It was past midnight when we got back to our room. Neither of us wanted anything more than a bed to sleep in. Our flight home would be mid-afternoon.

Karl was not there. He left a note on our bed. “Will be back tomorrow. Don’t worry.”

I needn’t have worried. Karl arrived chipper and well-rested in plenty of time for the flight home. Where that rest occurred, I don’t know and he didn’t volunteer.

Rex had purchased a return First Class ticket for me; Karl again rode coach.

I was settling in, waiting for take-off when the last passenger made his way to our compartment. He spoke with a central European accent. 

"Excuse me, madam, but my English is not so good. I am Dimitri, from Moscow. I am en-route to my new assignment.”

We chatted and I could not make this up: he was boarding our connecting flight in Boston to our home town!

"I am to take over Russian-owned computer chip company."

I was amazed at the coincidence. "My husband and I live there. We are flying back home after a short vacation. He is on this plane, in coach.”

It seemed that the return trip took longer, but I really didn't care. Dimitri was fascinating.

When I found Karl on the ground, several things happened almost at once. I introduced Dimitri to Karl, filling him in on Dimitri's mission here in America. As they were shaking hands, I told Karl that Dimitri would be staying with us for a couple of days, while his residence was being prepared.

Dimitri texted someone.

I took advantage of Dimitri's temporary distraction to tell Karl that I had explained why I rode in First Class, while he was in coach.

"You didn't tell him about me?" Karl was shocked.

"I told him about us: Rex, you and me."

On cue, Rex called me on my cell. "Are you on the ground yet, safe?"

"Yes, we are. And I met a fellow, told him all about us. He wants to ask you a question, actually ask permission. His name is Dimitri."