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 update and Karl’s disclosures.

That Saturday night Rex treated me to a salon full-body treatment and a hotel-porch-picnic. I betrayed my husband twice: by fucking Rex and breaking my promise to save our favorite show until we could watch it together. 

 About Karl’s Saturday night following his time with Alec: I believed Karl when said he'd kept his promise, “Nothing else to drink tonight. No power tools until daybreak.” He'd driven straight home.

Karl had left the sedan in the driveway, knowing he’d need his workshop/garage area open.

He summed up his Saturday night. “I achieved a lot, working past midnight. I fixed the leaky faucet in the kitchen, changed the batteries in the smoke alarms, neatened up the den sound system wiring and changed the filters in the A/C unit. I checked the bees in our hives and turned on the sprinklers. Weather forecast is for thunderstorms, but we can’t take a chance.”

Karl continued, “I was true to my promise Sunday morning. I walked my two miles when I awoke after daylight. Then the chatter-radio and TV shows distracted me until Rex brought you home.”

I took umbrage to his next statement, “You don’t notice most of what I do.” He was right about the work he does on the MGB. He said he had tuned and tested it so well another aficionado would appreciate the job.

“You mean Rex would approve?”

“I suppose," was Karl's answer. 

Rex told me I should involve his name in our home conversations while he was away. "Keep my name in the foreground, because I will be returning to you soon, to claim my pussy."

That would reinforce Rex’s position as the dominant male cement our arrangement.

Karl ruminated on his decisions. “Maybe I’ve been too generous with my properties. I let you go to Rex’s room. I even allowed you to take the MGB to meet up again. Then you brought home this Dimitri. He seems a likable fellow. He keeps bees at his dacha. He wants to start a hive with my bees at his place here. I may give him a swarm for his house. He misses his hives, and U.S. Customs would never allow his bees into this country. Imagine that, I gave him my wife and now I give him bees!”

“Karl, I read that soon after a relationship like ours gels, we can talk about it openly and make comments about the situation without getting emotional. I think we are getting there.”

What I didn’t tell Karl was that Rex said I should be more open about my sexual partners with my husband. Yes, Rex expected me to take on several, over time. He didn't mind. 

In London, on the tourbus, Rex looked me in the eye and held both my hands and said, "Do more that just mentioning my name: talk about how much you miss me. Parade about the house in just tops, bottomless. Ask Karl if he could see Rex's cunt? Show off that beautiful tight pussy. Invite him to pet it like a petting a puppy. NO, like petting a cat, a real pussy!. Enforce the rule that he cannot even touch it without your permission. Have Karl shave it, suck it and worship it, always reminding Karl who owns it."

I decided by myself, "By extension, I would mention Dimitri as well. "

Karl got animated about our relationship gelling, then dropped his own bombshell. “So you wouldn’t mind me getting involved with someone else, as well?” This was a bold move, albeit a feint on my husband’s part.

“If that happens,” I said, “it happens.” 

“Good," Karl pushed on. "Has Rex told you he is bringing Ian over next week to help him set up his new operation? Alec has more time off coming, so she may fly over as well. I guess they can stay here instead of at a motel.”

Well, that floored me! I thought, "Was Karl serious and bragging, or trying to fake me out?'

He was serious. “Of course, we will have to move Christine out for a while, if she can find another place to stay.”

I gasped. “What? Christine living here? What’s going on? Ian and Alec here?"

I got a blank stare, then a slight grin. I said, "Ah, you want Christine to balance Rex and Dimitri. What the fuck is happening?”

Karl answered that question right away. “Christine and I had a long talk, first by phone while getting the Chinese last week. She said she needed someone to talk to, no charge. I saw her again.”

“Alec and I text almost every day.” What a confession!

Karl was hesitant to tell me much more, but he did say this. “Christine’s call-girl job is the only thing left. She is married but separated. No kids, and the bank she worked for cut the staff by half. Christine said that one of her friends has a friend, who has a friend, who could provide her with some extra cash. She claims no pimps are involved.”

“And where is this Christine going to stay?” I was getting hot, but tried not to show it.

My husband’s answer, “Why, with Dimitri. You told me you were going to set him up with her as a date tomorrow night and, your words, ‘She can sleep here'.”

Karl was on a roll and I was getting upset. Minutes ago, I was praising him for taking my Rex and Dimitri in stride. Not so much now. 

He relished what he said next. “Do you remember going to that comedy club last winter? A comedian joked that it was easier to change banks than to change wives? I get it now.”

Karl got serious. “I read and re-read your letter. You write well; I’ll give you that. I got hot reading it, even though it was about my wife fucking someone in a hotel room.”

Karl was honest. He admitted, “In my own mind, I knew you needed something more than I could provide. I see your sexuality emerging. You have a hot body. They call people like you a hotwife. I want to watch my hotwife in action.”

I nodded my head. Karl took both my hands in his. He was getting more like Rex, using touchy-feely stuff to focus my attention.

“Now I realize that I need more too.” Karl lowered his voice. “The ‘second honeymoon’ quip cut me. Back then, neither of us could afford a real vacation, much less a honeymoon. We didn’t care. We were in love and wanted to get married. Maybe you wanted to wait, all those years ago?”

“Yes. We might have waited. We both own that one.” I was honest with myself and with my husband.

Now I was the one holding both of his hands.

Again, his musings brought up old memories. Karl said, “My boot camp sergeant told me, ‘Just because you see the knee coming for your nuts, and doesn’t mean it going to hurt any less.' I never knew how true that could be.”

I got what he meant. I didn't let go. Karl knows, "Clair has a lover she wants to keep and I am helpless."

Karl squeezed me, “I am the one who obsessed about watching your one-night stand. This was more than I bargained for. I blame nobody but myself.”

My husband had a confession. “A year ago, I started to imagine what it would be like, watching my flirty hotwife teasing another man. Rex fit the bill and I decided to go for it.”

We released our grips.

Karl went on. “I’m not rambling as much as just voicing all these thoughts coming out at once. Alec is another matter. She loves her husband as much as you love me, yet she has multiple partners."

I was getting worried about my husband's commentary, "She wrote me, She will give up those lovers to have regular sex with me. She and Ian are not sexually compatible. She wants Ian to take a temp job here in the States and keep me as her lover.”

Now I was getting overwhelmed. Karl charged on. “I heard you marveling at how your European counterparts can balance a lover and spouse and no one cares to notice. Can you and I do that?”

I had an answer. “Karl, you’re overthinking this whole thing. You wanted to spice up our love-play. We did. I am not giving up Dimitri or Rex.”

“Husband,” I confessed. “It was me who delivered the knee to your nuts. But those nuts have had several exercises of their own.”

Karl nodded his head. “Yeah. Despite misgivings, envy, anger and wondering what was going on, I allowed myself to be civil to Rex. I saw Rex as nothing more than a con-man, a sleazy used car salesman.”

I thought to myself, "Like all men, Karl dared my three-card-Monty to come into our home." 

I answered, “Karl, I remember that Sunday watching Rex leave, from the curtains. I knew I could not go back to our old life.” I went on, “I tried to appease you Monday. You pushed me away.”

I had to say my piece. “That was an idle threat, saying no more sex. I didn’t believe you. We both know you like sex. Do you still like sex with me, though?”

Karl was evasive and changed the subject, saying “I know it is almost impossible to extricate myself from a bank, a home, a church, a marriage. A divorce court narrative would not be kind to me.”

Bull’s eye! He was stuck in a web of his own weaving.

I left the sex question for later. I knew we needed to re-hash this whole business. I started, “By Tuesday night, we both were returning to our normal routines and we were civil to each other. Tuesday, we could talk a bit."

I bit my tongue, hesitating to mention Rex or Dimitri just yet. I needn't have bothered. Up comes the 'other woman', Christine.

My husband picked up the conversation thread. “Wednesday, I called Christine. I picked her up in the MGB and we drove the back roads, retracing Rex’s and your Saturday afternoon picnic route. We ate lunch at a diner. She told me her life-story in return. Neither of us wanted to go home.”

I asked, “Then what happened?”

Karl told me Christine had piped up, “Hey, Karl. Take me on a date. I want to go to the movies, eat popcorn and just snuggle.”

Karl sighed and said, “I took her to the movie house at the mall.

I don’t even remember the title. I was home before midnight and we watched the Game of Crowns show together.”

I thought, "I must be a good actress, to pretend all those plot twists I'd explained to Rex were new to me."

Time to change the subject! I offered, “Remember Thursday morning?”

We were already in Karl’s new room. I laid on the bed. I gestured for Karl to join me. “Sweetie. You remember Rex showing me the reverse cowboy?”

“Yeah.”

I focused on that position. “You liked it, didn’t you? You went wild fucking my ass, with me facing away from you and you watching your fat dick punish my ass?”

“Uh huh.” I'd gotten his attention.

It was time to mix in sex with Rex and sex with Karl. “Can I tell you more of what I have learned from my new lovers?”

“Okay, Clair. Go ahead.” That was a great answer. I’m in bed with Karl and sharing sex advice from Rex.

I was getting horny thinking about it, so I knew I had to tread carefully. I had fucked him up real bad last time and I didn’t want to do that to him a second time.

Rex was now my sex therapist.

I began, "Rex told me that you and I don’t do enough foreplay. The ‘other lover’ talk didn’t really excite me until I had one. WOW! Now I have real ones. Rex suggested we do other things, like the cameraman role playing You liked that, right?

"Yeah, I did. " Karl must have liked it a lot, judging from what happened next."

"Would you like to film Rex sticking his huge dick into his tight little cunt?" That took nerve for me to ask that question.

"I can try. We have a video camera and a tripod. Lighting might be a problem." My husband's response showed he already had it planned.

I went further, naming my big-dick lover again. "Rex says we should read porn to each other." I waited for a reaction.

Karl offered, "You could pick out a story or two for me to read to you and I can do the same."

I caught on and said, "Poetry, maybe? I want steamy stories about a man watching his wife in a gang-bang. Will you read me one of those?"

"Sure. LUSH has some of those, interracial ones too." He was getting into this!

I insisted on one non-negotiable. "Watching porn movies I like, but only the long ones with a plot."

“Let’s watch one now. The one where a lady entertains a poolboy and the husband walks in on them. His dick is already hard, watching them from the doorway.

I took charge. I stripped naked, then I started on him.

I loved playing the vixen. 

I dared mention his name. “Rex says that the more bare flesh touches bare flesh, the more honest we can be. See how much of your naked body can touch mine."

Rex says couples should be naked or nude when watching others fucking and sucking. The partner knows when the good part is on the screen.

He stirred first. Then I felt myself getting wet. I debated. Was I going to be his whore like I was for Dimitri? Or the aggressor, like I was for Rex. Maybe the frisky coed I could never bring myself to become in college? Or yield my ass? Or let him fuck my cunt? Oops, Rex’s cunt? Where the fuck were those rubbers?

The nakedness, the nudity of our bodies began to find each other. I felt his dick thicken. He stroked my shoulders.

We lost the plot line.

“Oh, shit!” Karl was doing to me what I did to Rex in London: tweaking, kissing, humming, sucking.

“Dimitri did this to you?” He gestured to those marks from the other day.

“You let him?”

“He never asked.” What I said was true. Dimitri did not ask permission. He knew he owned me.

“Fuck yes, Karl. I can’t deny Dimitri. He’ll probably mark me even more next time.”

Karl rolled on top of me.

“Open your cunt. NOW!”

I did.

Karl slipped his dick into me. He shoved it in all the way. I jumped back, then reflectively thrust forward.”

“Tell Rex you fucked me without a rubber. Let’s see what he does.”

Karl fucked me. He fucked me like I was a virgin and he was the harem-master teaching me who was boss. He shoved his dick into me like I was there to please him. He worked it side to side, then in and out. I caught his rhythm and helped.

The way he looked at me was like a man looks at a whore he had already paid and expected performance.

“Move your ass, goddamn it. Move it for me. Move it for my dick. Move it on my dick.”

I did. I moved my hips. He helped. His paws lifted my ass off the mattress enough for it to get some room to do as he told me.

“You are going to fuck me like this again, in front of Dimitri and then and then for Rex. You are going to show Christine and Alec how much you like to fuck your husband. You are going to fuck and suck me in front of them. You are going to be my whore as well.”

“I can do that.”

Karl squeezed my tits. They were already sensitive, but his tweaking them made them blush. The marks were turning purple. I offered one tit, then the other.

“Kiss them, baby. Kiss my hurt tits. Make them well.”

The naked man on my nude body got so hot. His skin, his breath, his heated pole got me so I lost my sense of time and space. Karl took his time. He cooed, he touched, he rubbed.

One more thing: Karl was the master of coitus interruptus. I marveled at how he could move away from me and play around. Karl could withdraw, lick my pussy, knead my breasts, stick his pole in my mouth for a few strokes, and then resume his fucking.

I thought, “What would Rex say? What would he do? Would he cut me off seeing Karl fuck me without a rubber? Do I tell him? Do I care?”

Sure, Karl in his rowdier banter said, “A stiff dick has no conscience.”

A cunt has no conscience either. I confess I saw fleeting images of Rex and Dimitri and guys I’d had in school, but only one man mattered right now. Only one dick mattered right now.

“Fuck me, bitch. Fuck me like the whore you are. Christine is a prostitute. You are no girl-for-hire. You give your cunt away. She fucks for money. You fuck because you want to feel cum shoot into your cunt. You fuck men because you need to be pushed around, used.

Yeah. He got it right.

The tune in my head was not over. Instead, we swapped leads. Now I was in charge. I attacked him like I did Rex. I behaved like a whore who wanted to show her man how much she wanted a dick.

I whispered in his ear, “Are you going to stick that long thing into me again? Are you going to make me put it in for you? You know Rex will be upset. How will it feel fucking someone else’s cunt? Like fucking someone else’s wife?”

I massaged his tits, grabbed a handful of breast-meat and kneaded it. Every time I did, his dick bounced in the air. I tried the other one. Same reaction.

Karl was flat on his back, head resting on two pillows. I moved down and put my cheek on his leg, just below his crotch. His balls were already damp from pre-cum and my pussy juice. I stuck my tongue out and lapped his balls, first one, and then the other.

Looking up at him, feeling frisky, I asked, “Do I have your permission, sir, to suck your dick?”

I didn’t only suck it, I deep throated it. This time, he was not going to let me go. He wrapped his fingers into my hair and held me down. I feared he wouldn’t let me up, let me breathe.

"Dimitri says 'Americanits', American men, are mostly less that six inches long. That's you. He says that my throat curves down the pipe to my stomach. You guys, he says, can shove a dick all the way down for an easy deep throat. I did him too."

Karl groaned. "Take me all the way," he ordered.

Like a much larger kid dunking a smaller one in a pool, he let me up just for a moment. I took a breath, then got slammed right back down into his pubic hair. This time, I was down even longer.

Finally, he asked, “You want more, don’t you?”

I nodded and moved my neck, gulping up and down. His was down my throat. Karl shot so much cum into me, I feared it might be mixed with piss. Three long jolts and one more thrust.

Did I reach a climax like back in my faithful married-to-Karl days? No. Did I feel the great satisfaction of knowing my body had given another human being great pleasure? Yes.

The cool down cycle lasted until both of us had to pee.

“Thank you,” he said.

“No. Thank you, husband.”

Dimitri arrived in a show of good wishes, flowers, food and elaborate plans for tomorrow. He expected sex. He was disappointed when the A.F.O. wife spurned his immediate supplications.

Karl compromised. “We have some surprises for you, my friend.”

A taxi delivered Christine at sundown. We four sat in the den, sipping martinis and talking.

I was the hostess, so had given Dimitri my plan. “Christine will be your date tomorrow night. Of course, you can have me again or Christine or both. Her fees are fair for our city and you can afford a couple of nights.”

When Dimitri saw Christine, he whispered to me, “Any price would be fine.”

While Christine and I were refreshing the drinks, she said the strangest thing to me. “You are a striking beauty. I know I could set you up with my friend-of-a-friend. He has clients all over the state.”

The den conversation wandered, from tomorrow evening’s events to Dimitri’s house, to our England adventures, then back to sleeping arrangements for the evening.

We Americans are accustomed to watching television in the evenings. Karl and I had our favorites we recorded. Christine seemed agreeable to anything. More drinks, more shows, more noshing until it was bedtime.

We saw a new side of Dimitri. “I am Russian. I speak clearly. I take Christine tonight.”

I was surprised and jealous. Maybe he was still smarting from being denied his afternoon delight. I wanted Dimitri to show Karl and Christine how to he fucks like a goat. I wanted that doggie style!

“I pay. I get.” Christine did not hear that boast, but I did.

Karl and I repaired to his new digs. Neither of us had had that much to drink. We lay there for a while. Then the noises began.

“Do you want to watch?”

“Karl! What a question! Of course, I do. But it ain’t gonna happen, is it?”

“Nope,” I said. We were going to get to watch my goat in action.

I fell asleep rolling the coming Saturday party episode around in my head. Dimitri would still be the life of the party and I would be there as interpreter. My friends would have to guess ‘Who was zooming who?’