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Chapter 10
It was dark, I was in bed having a dream about flying an airplane, I think, when the plane started ringing. Gradually, I realized it was the phone that was ringing, wondered why Molly didn’t answer it. Then I realized Molly wasn’t there, she was on the Coast on business, so I picked it up. “Hello?”
“I woke you up, didn’t I? I’m so sorry.”
I was groggy, looked at the clock, it read 1:20. What was Molly calling me about at that hour, we’d already talked earlier in the night. Then the fear of being woken hit me, “Are you all right?”
“Just fine dear, nothing’s wrong, except I’ve got a little bit of a problem that I need your help with.” Problem. What problem? Was she in trouble? She continued, “I’m sitting here at the hotel bar with Randy. Randy says he’s twenty-three, but I don’t know, he doesn’t look more than twenty. But he’s got a beer, and I saw the bartender card him, so I imagine he’s at least twenty-one. Well, he and I got to talking, and he says he’s got a Mrs. Robinson complex.” Mrs. Robinson. Where did I know that from? Simon and Garfunkel, wasn’t it? I was still out of it, trying to put together what Molly was saying. Wait, Mrs. Robinson. The graduate . . . The Graduate! Oh! “I told him, dear, that I wouldn’t mind helping with his fetish, but I need to have your permission.”
I laughed, “Really!”
“Um-hmm.”
“Do you want my permission?”
“Yes, I think I do.”
“Is he good looking?”
“Oh, quite the beach boy,” she remarked. “He says he’s trying to be a law student at Saltine University out here, and he’s got an interview tomorrow afternoon, and he should be relaxed, and I can help him relax, he says.”
“Oh, I’ll bet you can. Go ahead, have fun!”
“But sweetheart, I told him he’s the one that has to ask you. Can I put him on?”
“Okay, sure.”
I waited a few seconds, heard the phone jumble, then a very young voice. “Hello?”
“Hi, this is Don. You’re Randy?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I hear you’ve got something you want to ask me.”
“Yes, sir. Well, I guess . . . I mean . . .” I waited for him to spit it out. “Well, I’m here with your wife, Anne, and she’s very pretty, and we were talking to each other, and, well . . .”
I couldn’t take it anymore, decided I’d help the poor guy out. “So you’d like to take her to bed?”
“Well, yes, sir, I mean, if it’s all right with you.”
“It’s fine with me, son. Can I give you some advice?”
“Yes, sir.”
“First, it’s okay if you sir me, but don’t ma’am her, that’s not going to get the effect you want. Secondly, my wife likes plenty of variety. If you want to get anywhere with her, you can’t just do one thing, you’ve got to keep it moving, got it?”
“Yes, sir, I think so.”
“And lastly, listen, don’t become a lawyer.”
“Sir?”
“You sound like a nice guy, and the only people you want to screw should be women like my wife.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied seriously.
“Put her back on, would you? And have a nice night.”
“Yes, sir.”
Molly was back talking to me. “You sure about this?” I asked, “he seems pretty straight laced.”
“A little. Saltine is a Christian college, after all. But I think I can work the kinks out.” That made me laugh, if I knew my wife, he wouldn’t be anything but kinks.
“Watch yourself. Do you have condoms?”
“There’s a gift shop that’s still open, I’ll make him run an errand.”
“Okay, well, have a lot of fun. Don’t stay up too late, you’ve got meetings tomorrow, after all.”
“I’m not running them, I can sleep through them. I’ll just have to concentrate on not smiling too much. Randy’s getting itchy, dear, gotta run.”
“Call me tomorrow, let me know. Love you.”
“Love you too!” and she was gone.
Sleeping was done for me, and least for awhile. I got to thinking about what my wife was doing, what Randy would be doing to her, what she would be doing to this young man. I got on the computer, looked at porn, masturbated thinking about Molly and Randy, and got tired again. Finally, I hit the pillows.
The next morning I took a break and called Molly’s cell, 7:30 her time.
“Hello, my darling,” she answered.
“So, how was it?”
“Absolutely wonderful. The boy was a little inexperienced, but he made up for it with attitude. I came twice as many times as he did.”
“Two times zero equals zero,” I joked, and she came right back with, “and ten times two is twenty! Actually, he came three times! It was so nice having a young thing like that. I’d love to tell you about it, but I’ve got to get ready for work.”
“And I’ve got stuff around here I need to do. Call me tonight?”
“As soon as I get in the hotel, not later than ten your time, okay?”
“Okay.”
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I was waiting for the call. “How was your yenibosna escort day, dear?” We talked about the details of our lives, how the leak in the bathtub was running faster, I should call a plumber; her meetings and what her boss’s boss said to her, the weather (her’s was sunny and warm, mine not so much,) and after fifteen minutes we got to the topic I was most interested in. “I was sitting at the bar, dear, looking over the material I was going to present, and the bartender gave me another glass of wine. I told him I didn’t want it, I was a little pissed at him because the one I was drinking wasn’t half empty yet, and he pointed to Randy, about six seats down. I ignored him for a few minutes, trying to collect my thoughts, and he sat next to me. I thought he was handsome, in a Southern California way, blond hair and muscles, he was in jeans and a tee shirt. We chatted for a little while, we flirted, and all of a sudden he just asked out of the blue if I’d like to see the art in his room. I told him it was the same art in my room, and he said we should compare. I asked him if he could handle it, he said he’d like to find out, and I said okay if my husband doesn’t mind. That’s when we called you.
“He bought some condoms and we went up to his room, we got it on right away, you won’t believe this but he was at least an inch longer than any of the other guys we’ve been with and much thicker.” That meant he was a lot bigger than me, as well, but I didn’t care, I know I satisfy Molly, and I wanted to hear about how she liked it. “I let him pretty much do what he wanted, I was wondering what a young guy was thinking, and the first time like every guy in the world he wanted missionary so I put a couple pillows under me, and he just went at it, pounding as hard as he could, it didn’t do anything for me, and after about three minutes he started coming! I didn’t have a clue, and then he was so quick. He apologized, and I said it was okay, even though I was a little pissed, and then an amazing thing happened – he didn’t get soft. Oh, just a little bit, but I didn’t have any trouble keeping him in me, and we shifted and I got on top. You know how I can move anyway I want, and with his big penis, I could do things I’ve never done before. Are you masturbating? I can hear your breathing.”
I was, and my wonderful wife picked up on it, helped me.
“Oh, his huge cock was wonderful. When I sucked it, I could barely get my lips around it, and he tasted so sweet. When it was inside me, it stretched me, I was so tight, and if he went too deep he bumped up against the end of my hole, and it was so delicious. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” That did it, I was spurting, and she waited for me to calm down.
“So what else did you do?”
“We went at it for a couple of hours. He was pathetic at eating me, didn’t have a clue. but if we got into a position where he could be slow, it was incredible. He came again a half hour later and finally got soft, then we talked and played around and he got hard again, so I got him into some weird position on the chair, and we went round and round, and an hour later he came once more, just a little one.”
“And you came?”
“A bunch, it was erotic with me being out of town, and him so young and so big. Finally, I just got dressed and went to my room and got some sleep.”
“Are you going to see him again tonight?”
“No, he drove home after his interview, and I’ve got a business dinner tonight, and even if he was in town I don’t know if I’d want to – I was pretty sore down there this morning, used a lot of muscles I didn’t know I had.”
She had to get ready for dinner, I told her I loved her and I’d see her the next night when she got back in town.
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It was nearly eleven when she finally made her way to the house, I was waiting for her with a glass of wine. It took her little time to make herself comfortable, and we got into it in the bedroom. She shared a few more details of her unexpected romp with Randy – how at one point he’d been pumping so hard while he was behind her that he fell off the bed, a new position she’d found on the coffee table. We were messing around, I found her ready, she came hard when I got behind her, standing on the floor, soon she turned around, her back on the bed, her legs locked around my waist, I couldn’t hold back very long thinking (as always) that I was where another man had been not too long ago.
We laid together, embracing and fondling, talking. “One thing sort of upset me with Randy,” she admitted, “he called you a cuckold. I don’t think you’re a cuckold, do you dear?”
“Depends on what you mean. If you mean a guy who’s wife takes other men to bed, yes, and it doesn’t bother me at all. If you mean a guy who’s wife cheats on him, or he’s being used, or that he’s submissive and doesn’t have any control over the situation, no, I’m not one.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Randy’s point, I guess, is that I’m free to do what I want, but you don’t do anything. He thought that was a little weird.”
“Maybe it is, for him. yeşilköy escort For us I think it’s fine, that’s the way we want it, and who’s to tell us it’s wrong?”
“Right,” she agreed, “but dear, is it okay with you? Would you like to have other women?” She asked me this from time to time, I think she wanted to make sure my attitude wasn’t changing.
“If it happened, I might want to, I won’t rule it out. But I’m not in any hurry, and if it never does, I won’t worry about it. I love you, dear, and you keep me satisfied. I don’t need other women.”
“I love you too. And I really don’t need other men, either.”
“But you like taking them to bed, don’t you?” The sheepish look on her face told me silently that our hobby was a real pleasure for her. “So, are you going to pick somebody else up on your next business trip?”
“Oh, I shouldn’t have done it this time. I don’t want to get too wanton.”
“I don’t mind,” I soothed her, “if you want to, it’s fine with me.”
“Well, I feel I should be careful, that’s all. If this becomes a habit, I wonder if I’ll be hurting our marriage. I don’t ever want to do that.”
“Don’t worry about it, dear, we’ll be together until we’re old and grey and you’re banging every guy in the nursing home.”
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Chapter 11
Molly really did enjoy her hobby, making love to various men. We were discussing the topic one day, and she told me, “I like how they’re attracted to me. It’s not that I ever felt ignored or anything, but back when I was in my twenties, before we met, it seemed like every guy wanted to pick me up. Then, after we got married that went away. Of course, I didn’t want the attention, I was a bride and that meant I had to give up other guys.”
“But you’ve always flirted,” I protested.
“Yes, but it’s always been innocent. Even if the guy took it the wrong way, I knew nothing was ever going to happen. Now, when we meet a guy and I flirt, there’s this dangerous little overtone that something might actually happen, that I’ll be able to take it to the next step or even all the way. Sometimes I’ll meet a guy while I’m jogging or in the supermarket, and I tingle for awhile, thinking ‘what if’. And that’s very exciting. Of course, when we meet a guy from SLS, and I know that there’s a good chance I’ll wind up in bed with him, it’s intoxicating.”
Another time she related, “I love the way men aren’t the same. They do things just a little different. It’s not that I’m bored with you, dear, it’s just that we know each other so well that we do things almost by rote. With a new guy, I never know what he’ll do next. And I find myself exploring – will he like a nipple tweaked? What will he smell and taste like?”
“What’s the best part of sex with somebody new?” I asked.
“Oh, that’s easy. The first kiss. You can tell so much by that. If he’ll be aggressive, if I’ll have to take the lead, if he’s gentle or rough, oh everything. And then there’s the foreplay. The first time with Mark, I was amazed at the way he felt my breast. He came up from the bottom, wasn’t in a hurry, and played with the aureole for awhile without going directly for the nipple. It drove me nuts, and when he actually did touch it, it was like electricity. That’s just an example, dear, nearly every guy I’ve had since we started had some little quirk that was different. It’s fun! What’s your favorite part?”
“You mean when I’m watching you? Well, the moment that drives me nuts is when he enters the very first time, watching you accept him inside you. It means you’ve got one more man that you’re a lover with. And then, I love watching your face as you’re having an orgasm.”
We talked about things such as that quite a bit, it made the hobby a shared sport, and not just something she did alone.
Through the fall and winter we normally had between two and four men that we were corresponding with on SLS, men that might or might not become Molly’s partner. One man was on our list for seven months before we finally met, it was an issue of our schedules not meshing. A couple of the guys got frustrated, said that we were teasing them, that we had no intention of ever meeting them. Molly insisted we drop those guys immediately, if we ever did meet them for a drink the atmosphere might be acrimonious, and if she decided not to take it further, then it could get uncivil. We could afford to be picky, there were so many single men looking for a woman that the ones who disqualified themselves could be replaced easily.
Throughout those six months we met nine men, three of whom Molly, and in one case I, rejected because they just didn’t feel right. The one I rebuffed was all about himself, boasting of how he’d been with so many women, that all of them felt he was the best lover they’d ever had, that two women had wanted to leave their husbands after they’d had sex with him. Molly joked later that I caused her to miss God’s gift to women, and said she was tempted just to see if he had anything at all in the sack, but I was sure she zeytinburnu escort wasn’t upset with my veto.
Why so few? From the pool of applicants Molly could have easily had a new lover every week, even two a week. But we didn’t have unlimited time, there were other things in our lives, work, social engagements, the holidays came upon us. And then there was the thought that we wanted these things to be special, not become just an every day occurrence. For example, after Randy we waited three weeks until we both nearly exploded, “Let’s have some fun.” And we sent an invitation to one of the men on our list, it was accepted for the following weekend, we met at a bar then went to his place, both Molly and I enjoyed ourselves. The man thought it was great as well, but Molly chose not to give him a return engagement, he’d been less than fiery in the bedroom, and with so many others wanting a turn . . .
In fact, we only gave one of those guys a second chance, Molly didn’t want another person in our life, for there was Mark.
As time went on, Mark became more and more of a friend, and we would see him once, perhaps twice a month, and Molly might sneak over to his apartment – with my knowledge and permission, of course – two other times during the month. And, surprisingly, sex wasn’t always something that happened. When it did, it was wonderful, Molly thought Mark was a fantastic lover and when the three of us went at it, we meshed perfectly, Molly always crawled away from our triads gratified. And Mark and I constantly joked about, and sometimes found, a novel way to excite our lady. But when it didn’t, when we just went to a play or jazz club together or for whatever reason we weren’t in the mood, it was still a nice night with a friend.
Mark knew we saw men in addition to him, Molly said that a few times when she was in bed with Mark and I wasn’t around he’d ask if she’d learned any new tricks, and she’d tell him a tale, and that would excite both of them further. As I said, it was a hobby, and hobbies are better when shared, aren’t they?
It was a cold day in February, we were snuggled in bed on a wintry Sunday morning, and I tried to get Molly’s attention. “Okay, you’ve been with two men at one time, would you like more?”
“More than two at one time?” She thought about it. “No, I really don’t think so. I mean, I can do things with another guy and you, and sometimes you just like to watch, but if I had three or more guys trying to get my attention at the same time, I don’t know what I’d do.” The idea of a gang bang was discussed, Molly didn’t want to be in one, she didn’t think she’d feel safe or in control in such a situation, but it did give her another idea. One we acted on.
There were two men that Molly really liked on SLS, Kendall and Pat, and we sent out invitations for both of them to meet us the following Saturday, Kendall in the afternoon, Pat later. We got a hotel room about twenty miles away. After checking in we puttered around, I put six condoms on the night stand, and Molly made herself up. She donned a scarlet mesh chemise and matching panties, nylons, high heels and a choker. She was a temptress in red, and at 4:30 she sat in a chair and began reading a hardback of erotic stories while I headed for the bar. Kendall was already there, and when he saw that Molly wasn’t with me he was a bit taken aback, but we sat at a table and chatted a bit. After I’d sized him up, decided he was acceptable, I got my phone out, dialed Molly, then handed the phone to him.
I could hear his side of the conversation, “Yes, this is Kendall . . . oh, it’s nice to hear your voice, too . . . I’d like to meet you, too, I thought you’d be here . . . really? . . . room 417 . . . All right.” He handed the phone back to me, and I slid him a room card. “Have fun,” I proffered, and he left the table. I sipped my beer, waited the agreed amount of time and then, eighteen minutes after Kendall had left the table, I headed for the elevators. I hesitated at the door to our suite, I could hear the faint slapping of skin but no words, then, precisely twenty minutes after Kendall had entered the room, I followed. There was Molly, kneeling on the bed, her top had been discarded but she still wore her heels, nylons, and panties – they were crotchless – and behind her stood an absolutely naked Kendall, his penis inserted where penises should be, Molly was moving away from him while he pulled back, then with gusto they roared towards each other, creating that lovely smack. I went to the chair, sat, Kendall smiled at me, Molly waved me a kiss and gasped, “Oh, Kendall’s pretty good. In fact . . . I think . . . I’m going to . . . oh! OH! OHHHHHHH!” Kendall did seem pretty good, and he just kept going while he made my wife come hard, and then they shifted, Molly in reverse cowgirl. He had his hands all over her ass, with one arm she supported herself, with another she was tickling his balls, and then she started to come again, I noticed her hand went to her clit, and when she was done she laid on the bed, next to him. They kissed, fondled, and then she encouraged him to get on top, her heels high in the air, and she whispered encouragement to him as he let go, his moans soft yet intense. I watched him in his apparently painful grimace, Molly looked at me as he orgasmed, smiled as she gained another satisfied customer. It took him a few minutes to finish, then collapse in exhaustion, then they embraced. “Well, that was different,” he remarked.
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