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I said, “Okay, so he made a pass, or maybe you did, and that made Griffin jealous.  Is that what’s bothering you?”

“More than that.  I invited Erik over Saturday while mentioning our hot tub and didn’t hide the fact Griffin would be there.”

I whistled.  “That must have blown Griffin away.”

“Blowing his stack was more like it.  I told him that he couldn’t have me exclusively, and that meant more than you.  He said he loved me, but wasn’t sure how we could move forward.  Can you talk to him?”

“I suppose I can.  First I need to know if you love him, not because of jealousy but to be fair with the man.  Do you?”

“I think so,” she said, “but I’m still bewildered by it all.  I’m not used to this relationship ambiguity, I guess.”

“So therefore some angst, and then drinking.”

“I guess so.”

Eventually our conversation turned back to my night.  I gave her an abbreviated account of what happened at Vibe (“You actually fucked Carly in your car?” she said with amazement) including telling her how popular Heather was with the ladies though in the end she wasn’t into the scene like her mother.

“How was it, sleeping with Heather in this bed?”

“Different,” I said, remembering the unreality of it.  “Heather’s a fragile spirit yet there’s more to her than meets the eye.”

“You like her, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes I do, I admit it.”

“It’s okay.  How can I be jealous, after all?”

“Do you like making love with her?  Is she a good lover?”

I thought for a few seconds, wondering if she just planted a land mine in front of me.  Finally I said, “She’s not as openly hungry as you can be, but in her own way she’s a good lover.  She’s in touch with her own sexuality more than I think most girls are at her age.  Maybe Nadine being way out of the closet had something to do with that.  I’m most surprised the fixation on her father hadn’t screwed her up like I thought it might.”

“Maybe because she’s got a new father figure,” Jan said, drawing my eyes to hers.

“What am I to you?”

She grew breathless for a second or two before saying, “You’re the best man a woman like me could ever have.  I don’t deserve you.”

About five minutes later I was deep inside her insatiable vagina, banging away to the soundtrack of our combined whimpers and moans.  I muttered “I love you, January,” before groaning, “And I’m cumming in you.”  She wailed as her contracting and pulsating vagina walls milked every last drop from my balls.

After savoring our orgasms the pillow talk reverted back to Griffin and Erik Adare.  Jan was beginning to sober up so I pressed her on her motivation (besides the obvious) for arranging the threesome.  “Maybe it’s like a test to see how Griff takes it.  He said himself that he was envious of the younger man’s easy conquests.  I need to be sure the envy doesn’t become jealousy.  After all, there is no more exclusivity with me, correct?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that.  “Exclusivity” meant me as well.  I was married to Jan, and I ‘gave’ her to Griffin but she was reminding me now that no one ‘owned’ her; not me, not Griffin, not Nadine and not the no-baggage flings like with Tucker and Chad.  Bringing Erik into the mix wasn’t just Griffin’s test, it would be mine too.

Chapter 25

Jan

Griffin’s phone calls grew more frequent as Saturday approached.  His calls always began with him professing his love for me yet since the visit to his office they inevitably shifted to Erik and our Saturday “date.”

“What am I going to do, be like Roger and watch you fuck another man?”

“You watched me getting cunnilingus from your wife, right?  That didn’t seem to bother you so why should it bother you if I’m being pleasured by Erik?”

“It’s because I don’t worry about losing you to Nadine.”

“Griff, how can something be lost if it’s not first possessed by someone?  You’re stealing my heart but you don’t own me.  Honestly, the insecurity you’re demonstrating is a turn-off.  I thought you were a strong man.  Roger is proving the kind of man he is by not trying to hold onto me so tightly. I thought you would transcend my husband to be the new man in my life.  Was I wrong?”

“Can you blame me for loving you, and wanting you all to myself?”

“It’s the ‘all to myself’ part I can’t accept anymore.  Before Roger set this whole thing in motion I might have been in that camp but not any longer.  I have you and Roger and Nadine, at least that’s how it looks, while Roger has me, Heather I guess, and maybe even some of your wife’s friends, like Carly.  If you’re envious of Erik’s conquests at the firm then maybe you have desires, albeit unmet for some of the women at the firm too.  Have you ever fucked Mary-Clair?”

He didn’t have to answer.

“My brilliant, loveable husband seems to have found the answer, one that works as long as we don’t let petty jealousies get in the way.  We need to open our minds and bodies to new relationships… our hearts too.  Besides learning that there was something behind our flirting, I’ve learned so much about myself and why my marriage, and thus my love life became so mundane.  Roger’s always known that I have a sexual appetite based on curiosity and adventure… yes, two of his words… and he opened my mind to the possibilities.  After all, he was the one who recognized how much I desired you after the first time we met, even though I repressed it and didn’t recognize it myself.”

“So, I’m supposed to realize that I need to share you with Erik too, and be happy for you?”

“I don’t want to get angry, Griff but there you go again with a possessive word—share.  If you love me you should be able to see me climax with someone else and be happy for me, knowing that I’ll save the best orgasms for being with the man I love.”

“Roger got it right, I guess.  You have come out of a shell… a long way out.”

“Are you going to be here on Saturday?”

“I love you, Jan, and so yes, I will be there, and I won’t get in Erik’s way.  What about your husband?”

“You don’t know?” I asked.  “He’s golfing with Nadine, Carolyn and Chloe.  I guess your wife golfs regularly and they needed someone to round out a foursome.”

“She normally would ask me but I imagine she knows already that I’ll be with you.”

“Maybe Roger invited himself,” I offered. “I called it a foursome, and after hearing all about that Vibe Club it’s painting a whole different image.”  Griffin laughed with me.

We broke off the call.  My mind immediately went into Saturday afternoon planning mode.  Afterwards I’d have to change my panties.

Roger had a great time kidding me about my hot tub date with Griffin and Erik.  He joked that he wouldn’t have sex with me before Saturday afternoon so I’d be at peak arousal by the time the threesome was naked and in the hot tub.  His other tease was asking me repeatedly what time I wanted him to come home.  “I’m the oddball in the golf foursome.  Maybe I’d fit in better if we made the hot tub get-together a foursome,” was how he put it, along with his usual boyish grin.

I knew the kidding held some truth.  He was enjoying the role of voyeur and would love to be here, so I suggested the camera.  “As long as it doesn’t end up on YouTube I see no reason why we couldn’t hide the video camera in that small niche in the wall above the tub.  We can camouflage it with a few plastic flowers I know we have kicking around the house somewhere.”  Even as I spoke I couldn’t believe that I was suggesting it.

Roger dug out our seldom used video cam, charged up the battery (he was modestly surprised the charge held in the old unit) and tested its fit and orientation in the niche.  He established the best angle along with the best camouflage.  That part of planning was now set.  Roger pulled a bottle of champagne from our modest wine collection and offered that it was a special occasion and deserving of some good champagne.

“You think getting me laid by a hung stud is a special occasion?” I taunted.

“Anytime my lovely January has the orgasm of a lifetime, I consider it special,” he joked back at me.  Then he grew serious and said, “I love you, Jan, and I mean it when I say go and have fun.  Get what you want out of it.  On the other hand be careful with Griffin.  He’s still struggling with where he fits in your life, and I don’t think you want to harm what you two have.”

One more time: I never would have believed a husband of mine could talk so openly about me being with another man.  Then I asked him, “Were you serious about not having sex… with me?”

He wasn’t serious. 

While he tantalizingly fucked me doggie style he kept telling me to imagine the video, and what it would be like to watch myself getting it from “Erik’s horse cock” and Griffin, maybe in a double penetration.  I screamed holy hell as my orgasmic contractions nearly tore me apart.  The surreptitious recording idea kicked my anticipation up several notches.  I didn’t know how I could maintain my sanity until then.  And I suspected that Roger knew that all along.  “Oh, sweetheart! I’m cumming againnnnnnnnnnn,” I squealed.

The last of the workweek went by in a blur.  Saturday morning, just before Roger left the house for his golf outing, Erik called me.  “Are we still on, lovely lady?”

With glee Roger held his ear close to me and the phone as Erik, after I said yes, told me how much he was looking forward to seeing me.  Roger silently mouthed, “Ask him what he’ll do to you.”  I didn’t quite ask like that but Erik got the message anyway as he began speaking in more explicit terms.  All I could say was, “Oh my” while Roger’s eyes popped open.  Finally I said, “You better deliver, mister.  You don’t want to disappoint me, especially while fucking.”  Roger loved that closing rejoinder.

“Okay, my love.  Wish me luck,” Roger said as he pulled me close for a kiss.

“You don’t need luck.  You’re a good golfer.”

“I wasn’t meaning in golf.”

“With three lesbos?”

“Vibe nights have taught me that with those women anything can happen.  Now give me a kiss.”

Our tongue-dueling kiss took my mind away from Griffin and Erik, but it didn’t take my mind away from sex.

I watched Roger jauntily walk to his car—or as jauntily as anyone could walk carrying a big golf bag. I puttered around the house, especially making sure the hot tub was ready and we had enough fresh towels, before I checked the camera to make sure I could readily turn it on when the time came.  I took a shower, where I gave my pussy a clean shave.  I shouldn’t have been surprised when I saw how swollen my clitoris was.  “God, this is gonna be something,” I muttered in the shower, fighting every urge to masturbate, wondering if invoking God’s name like that was egregiously sacrilegious considering what I was about to do.  I threw on a robe, set my skimpiest bikini out, and set about chilling the champagne and waiting.  In the meantime, one or two cocktails wouldn’t hurt, would they?

When Griffin gave me a heads-up call that he was coming over, I put on the bikini, fired up the tub, clicked on the camera and drained my second drink.  I was a tad tipsy but it did take the edge off my nervousness.  Griffin noticed right away.

“Why the liquid courage?” he asked.  “Roger’s hot wife wouldn’t be nervous, not the one who was the adventurous lover with the ‘sexual appetite’ whose mind was opened up to all the ‘possibilities.’  I would have been pissed at him if I’d been cold sober and he wasn’t smiling.  He took me into his arms and whispered, “Don’t be nervous, and don’t be like the women in my office.  Show the man that you’re in charge of things, not him.  If he has the dick they say he does,
USE
him.  Don’t let him be the user.  The woman in charge is the one I love.  I’ll gladly sit on the sidelines and watch that.”

In a déjà vu way, our kiss was eerily like the one I shared with my husband earlier.  I got the message, and my love for Griffin multiplied.

When Erik showed up, as any good lawyer would he hid his anxiety well.  He gave me in my bikini an up-and-down appraisal before commenting on how “spectacular” I looked.  “I don’t have a suit,” he said, “but I suppose that doesn’t really matter, does it?”  His boyish smile reminded me so much of my husband, fueling my arousal.

“No bathing attire required,” I responded.  “Griff and I will be losing ours shortly.  Would you like a drink?”

After I fixed him one, I gave him a tour of the house while Griffin went out to the hot tub to get things going.  After a couple of rooms Erik wanted to know what Roger did for a living.  The chauvinistic tone was unmistakable, as if I didn’t have a career and therefore didn’t count.  I thought of Griffin’s words and vowed to put Erik in his place, though I’d use his mythically proportioned cock before then.  I’d tell him about my work later.

When we got to the hot tub I was surprised to see that Griffin had brought out the champagne bucket and three flutes, and was already relaxing in the hot, jet-agitated water.  It took a lot of concentration not to glance at the video camera as I nonchalantly untied my top and tossed it aside.  When I lowered my bikini bottoms Erik was dropping his shorts.  We looked at each other with anticipated results—I muttered “I guess they were right” while Erik whistled and said “Griff, you’re a lucky man” as his extraordinary manhood bobbed in its first stage toward erection.

I climbed into the tub and Erik followed me in.  He wasn’t going to wait to get touchy as one hand immediately went to my thigh.  Now in the tub his cock was somewhat camouflaged by rising steam and the bubbling water, yet the image of its exposure a moment ago was burned into my brain and my libido.  The water may be hot but that wasn’t the heat I was feeling between my legs.  I turned my head to Griffin and he kissed me as my legs involuntarily spread and Erik’s hand explored farther up.  I regretted not masturbating earlier when I wanted to do; for now I knew I would cum much too quickly.

All Erik did was touch my swollen clit once and the floodgates opened.  Any sounds I made were muffled by Griffin’s lips still on mine.  However both men knew what had transpired.

Erik murmured “God, you’re hotter than I imagined.”  He leaned over and said to Griffin, “Can you keep up with her?”