His nectar, his milk, the seed of Caesar, was inside her and coated her cervix. The goddess of Eve's biology rewarded her behavior with a waterfall of endorphins. Blissful feelings enveloped Eve; she felt complete.
Caesar's member softened; his eruption and aftershocks subsided. As he withdrew, a residue of magma dripped thickly onto the bedsheet. He rolled onto his back, and Eve nestled into his arm and sighed. She had given herself to Caesar and had been rewarded. She was at peace.
oOo
John silently put the camera equipment away. He could feel Eve's eyes upon him as he moved about the room. The experience had been good for her. John read her contentment as she cuddled with Caesar.
John also read the pleased expression on Tim's face. It wasn't a fantasy fulfilled that pleased Eve's husband. It was Eve's responsiveness to Caesar that had Tim enthralled.
Of course, Tim had watched wife-sharing scenes on the internet, but watching Eve give herself to an incredible orgasm with another man gave Tim a high he never imagined possible. If Eve could respond to another man like this, then Eve could respond to him, too. There was hope he and Eve might re-connect in their marriage. Still, they needed counseling and therapy to keep it vibrant and productive.
Caesar and Lilly worked with couples to discover which of the seven successful marriage types was best for them. Caesar was the relationship trailblazer. He changed marital dynamics in distressed couples. Lilly was the coach who helped couples develop new skillsets.
Tim's sexual history could be written in a single sentence: Masturbation until de-flowering, teenage sex for three months, masturbation again until Eve, then pre-marriage sex followed by nine years of gradually decreasing married sex until he was masturbating daily again.
Fifty percent of Tim's orgasms were alone; he wondered if it was this way for every married man. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Eve engaged in Catholic outercourse precisely four times before Tim. She considered herself to be a good Catholic girl. She allowed the right boys to reach third base on occasion, and she carried a plain white handkerchief to clean up after a handie or a BJ. Faithful to her religion, Eve vowed to be a virgin until marriage. But she also knew she had to take care of her boyfriend's needs or she would lose him to someone else. Her girlfriends told her, "If you don't do it, someone else will."
One day, Eve simply decided she was going all the way with Tim; religion and virtue be damned. She arranged to make it so and controlled everything about her first experience. It was her way.
oOo
"John and I are going to our bedroom now, Tim. We're not to be disturbed. This is a private experience."
Eve surprised everyone with this announcement, except John.
Tim's mind shattered like shards of a broken mirror. Self-reflecting in a thousand ways, he realized Eve was not asking permission. She'd already made a decision. He could only support it or defy her.
In milliseconds of real-time, Tim replied, "Caesar and I'll stay here."
Tim never imagined Eve would want John in their bedroom, and he never imagined it would be private.
But Tim also knew he wouldn't deny or defy Eve. He didn't have it in him.
oOo
As a nude Eve and a clothed John moved to the master bedroom, Caesar wiped his dick on the bedsheet and pulled his trousers over his long penis. He didn't bother to zip up or button the waistband. His thighs and butt were enough to hold up his pants. It was impossible not to stare at the dark curly hairs and the exposed root of Caesar's cock.
Tim's thin ectomorph body could never compete with Caesar's or John's muscular frame. Both men exuded a manliness Tim didn't have. Although lacking in physical presence, Tim was blessed with intelligence and insight that stood him well.
Caesar looked Tim over with a steadied expression.
"Tim, what're your thoughts? How're you feeling?"
Tim brightened. "I'm ecstatic about what's happened so far."
Caesar wasn't convinced, "Really?"
"Look, I know you gave Eve the best orgasm she's ever had; I'm not stupid. She won't forget you. I know you're superior to me physically. When I tell you that I'm super-excited over the fact that even though you gave Eve the best orgasm ever, Eve called out my name after it happened. She turned her face towards me, and she told me about her orgasm because I'm important to her. Eve called out MY name. She shared her feelings with me. She could have called out your name, but she didn't. She loves me, and both of us know it's true."
Caesar nodded. Maybe Tim wasn't an idiot after all. John might be right about Tim. Tim loved his wife, and she loved him. This marriage was salvageable. And yet, Caesar needed to prepare Tim for what was about to come. Tim's head and heart were in the right place, but it might be a different story when Eve returns.
"Do you know what's happening in your bedroom, Tim?"
Tim looked at Caesar quizzically. Of course, he knew. But Caesar would not ask that question unless there was something more than just fucking going on. Tim was no dummy, and he knew Caesar wasn't one either.
"I'm guessing I don't know, even if I think I know, right?"
Caesar nodded.
"Your wife is falling in love with John."
Tim cocked his head, puzzled over Caesar's statement.
"When John goes private like this, wives fall in love with him. He's been seducing Eve all week. When she returns, you'll see a little embarrassment on her face. She made love to John. She didn't just fuck him. It will be clear from the look on her face, she's in love with him."
Tim looked skeptical. "Eve likes him, but she doesn't love him. She can't possibly love him just because she has sex with him."
"Yeah, well, I'm telling you John has been seducing your wife all week. Why do you think she said what she said a few minutes ago about a private experience? Eve is half in love with him now, and she will be entirely in love with John when she's done. It's real, and it's intense. You should be prepared to save your marriage or lose Eve."
"You mean infatuation, Caesar. Not love. Forty-eight hours is infatuation."
"It's infatuation if the love fades. You'll have to make it fade, though. No one can do this but you. When John spent three days and nights with Eve at the Foshay, I thought I'd lost Lilly for good. I wanted to punch the son-of-a-bitch."
"John slept with your wife?"
"Several times over the years. Don't be surprised. Lilly is a relationship psychologist, too. We have sex with other people sometimes. In this case, John and Lilly were working through a study protocol I developed to determine physical and emotional attractors. I asked them to study extramarital pick-up sex at the Prohibition Bar. They were to observe behaviors and try them on others who came to the bar. The techniques were considered successful if John or Lilly had sex with their intended targets. Eventually, they tried these techniques on each other. When they did, they didn't leave the hotel for three days."