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7
The ensuing weeks were strange for the young couple. Though the events that led to Harper’s first sexual encounter with Mathias were too murky for either of them to characterize, both Harper and Kyle agreed that what she did with his boss at the airport was cheating. As expected, Kyle assured his wife that he didn’t want what happened to affect their relationship moving forward. He loved her and those feelings wouldn’t change and, in fairness, his choices played a material role in any mistake Harper might have made. For Kyle, the lasting oddity of the event was Harper’s omission or delay of the truth. One of her defining traits was her blunt, often harsh, honesty. Even when she was afraid that Kyle might call off their engagement, she confessed to him the reality of their first date. It may have been an honest mix-up, but for Harper, the stakes were real. Now, for the first time in their marriage, Kyle had to pressure Harper to admit something to him. She may have never told him otherwise.
Despite the emotional recoil of the Germany trip, the young couple found their way back to a normal pattern of married life, albeit a stilted version. They were each on their best behavior with one another, carefully avoiding conflict of any type, and prioritizing time together whenever their work would allow. Sex, though less frequent, returned in a more restrained and straightforward form of what they enjoyed previously. The obvious topic of Kyle’s proclivity and what it led to had become, by unspoken agreement, taboo. Their intimate moments together were still mostly enjoyable, but Kyle couldn’t get the idea of what happened out of his head. Sometimes the fear and anxiety would cause him to struggle in his performance, keeping him soft and useless. Other times he would get an image in his head — Harper grinning broadly, in ecstatic revel as she let another man, Mathias, indulge in her exquisite body.
In those intimate moments with Harper, when he couldn’t exorcise the image of her indiscretion — her body coiling in malicious glee beneath Mathias, Kyle’s body would betray him. And, after a while, it became hard for Harper to hide her frustration as Kyle repeatedly finished early or failed to perform. He always tried to transition to alternative modes of pleasuring her, but she would tell him, “I’m fine,” or “I’m happy you could tonight,” and then roll over and go to sleep. It wasn’t ideal, but they didn’t allow their diminished lovemaking to define the relationship. Each of them still enjoyed the other’s company and fell back upon their strong affection that grew from a real friendship.
Kyle spent his long hours at work keeping his head down. It wasn’t that he thought about what Harper and his boss did nonstop, but the thoughts did creep into his mind often enough that he developed a habit of avoiding Mr. Sewell. Mathias clocked the situation and, when it arose, assumed it was because Kyle had feelings for his roommate and didn’t appreciate that she and Mathias enjoyed an affair together while in Germany. Mathias kindly allowed Kyle to avoid him, when it was possible, as long as he was getting his work done.
For Harper, work was going terrifically well. One of her colleagues moved to another company and, in the reorganization, she got his position. It was only a minor promotion, but it put her ahead of any contemporaries at work. Harper began to feel rather optimistic about her life and its direction and with Kyle’s birthday nearing, she surprised him with a trip for the two of them upstate. It had been a while since they vacationed, even a for long weekend like his birthday trip was slated to be. She rented a cute house with a fireplace and jacuzzi and a nice view of the adjacent snowy forest. The two of them could cozy up and read and, Harper hoped, reconnect sexually.
They drove up on a Friday afternoon. The obliging weather held off snowing until they pulled into the driveway of their rental. After settling in, they opened some champagne and put on their suites and got in the hot tub that was just outside the sliding glass door on a private deck. The view was great and the couple sidled up in the steamy, burbling water and watched the slow falling snow as the sun set. They weren’t in the tub long before Kyle’s interest turned to his pretty wife. Harper wore a black bikini. She was never one to pick out especially provocative swimwear and held fast that it was wild to wear thongs to the beach, but the black set she had on was more immodest than others she owned. The thin straps of the top were tied up around the back of her neck, they led down to two small triangles of fabric which cradled her breasts.
Kyle watched as the tub’s bubbles played between her cleavage and how her pale skin pinked and moistened with sweat from the heat. She watched him as he stared at her, pleased to see her husband enjoying the view. Then, Harper took a sip from her flute and placed it on the edge of the tub and reached back to undo the bikini top. Generally, Harper was much more reserved when there was any chance of prying eyes, but it was starting to get dark, and the neighboring houses seemed quiet. Harper pulled off the top, proud for taking the risk. Her nipples pointed excitedly, even with the heat of the water. She felt between Kyle’s legs and smiled, happy her little exhibition had its intended effect. Harper fooled herself as she and Kyle leaned in and began to kiss. She played in an innocent fiction, believing for that moment that this was the wildest thing she and Kyle had done sexually.
Harper guided his hand between her legs, giggling as she peeked once more to confirm that the neighbors weren’t watching. She reached into her husband’s shorts to find his erection and, just as she was pulling his penis from his trunks, it hit her. Yes, it may be the riskiest place she and Kyle have ever had sex, but not the riskiest place she ever had sex. The recollection came all at once, Mathias taking her in that airport bathroom, the strangers coming and going and she, trying to keep her voice down while Mathias gave her sexual gratification so significant, she couldn’t have hidden it if she wanted to.
When Harper returned from her arousing memories, she was straddling Kyle, his lips sucking her bare chest. The crotch of her bikini was pulled to the side, and she was riding his firm erection, pumping up and down upon him. Her body was tight and she squeezed her round butt cheeks together firmly as she clamped down on him. Her memory of Mathias was turning her on and she became rigid from the high of it. She tried to be present for her husband and tried not to think about how she was making the best of what she had while imagining something else.
“Is this — OK? I’m gonna –” said Kyle helplessly as Harper rode him furiously in pursuit of her own climax.
“It’s fine. Don’t stop.” she replied, a tinge of annoyance in her voice. It had been so long since she had a good orgasm, and all Kyle had to do was not talk and last another thirty seconds.
“MHMM! MMMMM!” let out Kyle.
“Dammit.” said Harper under her breath. Within seconds of Kyle ejaculating, she could feel him go soft within her and knew that, no matter what she did with her hips, she wasn’t going to climax from his flaccid penis.
Before Kyle knew what was happening, Harper dragged him out of the hot tub and in the house where she let him finish her off by other means. As they laid on the wood floor, the two of them naked and panting and wet, it was hard to argue against what a sexy experience it was. It would have been selfish for Harper to feel disappointed by it, but she couldn’t help how she felt.
Aside from Harper’s brief subversive desires, the trip went well. On Saturday they went out for brunch and walked the quaint downtown nearby. They got groceries and went back to the house and read and had adequate sex and enjoyably wasted the afternoon. Sunday was more of the same but, because it was Kyle’s actual birthday, Harper repeatedly pestered him in her loving way to confirm they were doing what he wanted to. Given how intense work had been, he was very content with lounging around and doing nothing.
Kyle drank more than he was accustomed to on his birthday. It was a rare occurrence for him, but he liked the complimentary wine that came with the rental and Harper didn’t. There was no significant issue from his inebriation, he was just a touch clumsier than usual and struggled to follow their conversations. As night got on, especially since it was Kyle’s birthday, Harper thought she might tend to his needs and led him to the bedroom. He didn’t protest as she directed him onto the bed. He laid on his back and waited while Harper disappeared into the bathroom.
When she stepped out, Harper was wearing a scandalous black lingerie set. It was snug in the right places with kinky straps holding her breasts and buckles worked into the corset’s design. The set wasn’t new, but it had been a while since she wore it for her husband. She crawled in bed with him, her face wearing a confident grin.
“How can I take care of the birthday Man?” she asked, her voice drawn and suggestive.
“You know what I like.” said Kyle.
She helped him strip out of his clothes and climbed on top of him. The alcohol kept him from becoming totally engorged, but Harper was willing to do what she needed.
“How can I help?” she asked, putting her face by his slowly awakening penis.
“Talk dirty.” He didn’t have the guts to say what he was really thinking, and Harper didn’t intuit the specifics of his meaning.
“Can you put me in my place with your big cock? I want to be your little slut. I’ll be bad for you, and you can do whatever you want to me.”
She rolled his average-sized semi-erect penis in her hand. It wasn’t working. Kyle’s face began to show despair at his impotence. Whatever life there was in his penis drained away. Harper could see how bothered he was and stopped attempting to revive his erection and lay next to him on the bed.
“Are you alright?” said Harper.
“Yeah, I’m just being stupid.” said Kyle.
“How so.”
“You’re going to get mad if I say.”
“Maybe, but I’m guessing you wouldn’t have said that if you weren’t about to tell me whatever it is.”
“You’re beautiful and I’m more attracted to you than anyone else in the world, but are we just done with my fantasies? Why am I even asking? We probably are and I just haven’t accepted it yet. I don’t know. I’m drunk.”
“Are we talking about what I think we’re talking about?”
“Probably.”
As Harper thought through her response, she looked around the room. Kyle was on the bed limp and pathetic and too drunk to care about modesty.
“I assumed we put that away because it evolved into more than just a fantasy when I — cheated on you.”
Harper hated that this was how their trip was ending, her maudlin husband coaxing her into talking about such an awful subject. She pretended not to notice how, when she mentioned cheating that Kyle’s penis enlivened.
“Kyle, you’re drunk. We should probably go to bed.” said Harper.
“Yeah, I was right. We’re just done with it, forever I guess.” said Kyle, his voice not hiding its frustration.
“Why don’t we talk about it when you’re sober.” It was his birthday and she wanted to placate him.
“You promise?”
“Fine.”
Kyle fell asleep soon after. Harper stood and looked at herself in the room’s full-length mirror dressed in the provocative ensemble intended for her husband. She considered how her and Kyle’s conversation about his fantasies might go and what it might lead to.
—
Kyle paced the house, not knowing what to do with himself. It was a quiet early April afternoon, and the sky was clear and the front room was lighted by the sun’s slanting rays. There was a jingling outside the front door, and it opened and in came Harper from her run.
“Hey! It’s finally getting nice out. Next time you should come with me.” said Harper looking pleasantly spent.
The workout gear she wore recently was noticeably more provocative than what she had worn in the past. Her thin, form-fitting hoodie was half-zipped showing the top of her sports bra and cleavage and her shorts were small and light purple and, if anything, accentuated the curves they were supposed to be covering. Her phone “dinged” and she took it out and saw who the message was from and laughed when she read it. Harper held her phone at a high angle and gave a playful smile and took a picture of herself in her alluring workout attire and sent it. Kyle watched this all unfold with a helpless look on his face. It can be a complicated thing, getting what you want.
“I need to take a shower.” said Harper, unzipping her hoodie as she stepped toward the bathroom.
Kyle watched her remove her top and close the bathroom door. He listened closely to what his wife was doing in the bathroom and heard the characteristic sound of her peeling off the tight damp running outfit. Her phone dinged again and, once more, she laughed at the message.
By the time Harper was out of the shower, Kyle was catching up on work in their home office. His “Saturday off” naturally turned into a busy day as various requests from above trickled down the pipeline.
“Harp, are we going to be eating dinner together?” Kyle asked as she passed the door to the office.
“Yeah Kyle, I need to eat.” she said a little snippier than intended. They were still sorting through the rules of communication in regards to this subject.
“I just wasn’t sure if that would conflict with your other plans.”
The couple ate an early dinner; a simple veggie stir fry that they had often. After, Kyle got back to work in their office and Harper started to get ready for her evening plans, shaving and moisturizing, etc. Kyle was in an agitated and excitable mood over what was happening, and his attention was split between listening to his wife getting ready and trying to focus on his work. At one point, she came into the office and started going through the closet, presumably searching through the excess clothes they kept in there. Kyle tried to ignore her and stared at his laptop screen.
“Kyle, could you help me reach the bin with my summer dresses?” said Harper.
He turned his attention to her. Harper wore a new bra and thong and nothing else. They were a matching set, olive green and thin and lacy and meant for someone other than him. Automatically, he helped his wife get the bin out of the closet and knew afterwards he wasn’t going to get any more work done.
It was a peculiar process which led Harper and Kyle to the place they found themselves. There was the false start, and then Harper going too far with Mathias, followed by the cold-turkey abstinence of Kyle’s fantasies and the complete neglect of Harper’s evolving sexual wants. Their trip upstate was probably a blessing. It, at the very least, freed them from their stasis. On the car ride back, they had a long discussion. Kyle admitted that he was not ready to permanently put his fantasy to bed. Scary as it was to admit, it was part of him. Harper admitted that, even though it wasn’t a major problem, she wasn’t satisfied with their sex life as it was.
They weren’t quite sure how to progress but thought they should try something. They started with role playing which worked well for Kyle but left Harper wanting. Then, they tried going to clubs and bars, thinking maybe Harper could flirt with strangers. It didn’t work great, most of the attention she got was from gross men she didn’t really want to interact with, and, when there was a worthy suitor, Harper balked. She and Kyle hadn’t taken the time to structure what they were comfortable with beyond flirtations, and she would seize up if things seemed like they might evolve past simple talking.
“Was there a problem with that last guy?” said Kyle, sitting next to Harper on a cab home from one of those nightclubs.
“No, he was preferable to the others. I just didn’t know what to do or if you could see me from where you were and I got awkward.” said Harper, keeping her voice low so the driver couldn’t hear.
They found that forcing things didn’t work and needed a new approach. It needed to be natural. They needed Harper to take the lead. But then there came the trouble of Kyle’s role. It would be hard for Harper to create these natural encounters without excluding Kyle from the process. In response to those concerns, Kyle admitted that some of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had were a result of her telling him what happened with Mathias. His immediate proximity was not a necessary component. He could be content if Harper merely told him the details afterwards.
Dating apps would have been the easiest choice, but Harper wanted to avoid her information getting out. She and Kyle knew plenty of people locally and using apps could have created embarrassing situations. Instead, Harper chose to change her day-to-day habits. When she went out, even on benign errands like groceries or dropping a letter in the mail, she tried to be more available, returning smiles and striking up conversations when it felt right. She even made a habit of not wearing her wedding ring anymore. Once she was open to it, Harper was surprised by just how many guys sought her attention.
Within a week she’d already become more discerning of who and when and where she was willing make new acquaintances; by the end of two weeks she had multiple good stories to share with Kyle; and within a couple of months, she escalated things even further, first consenting to share her number with a guy from the gym and then giving her number to someone she’d talked to a few times while getting coffee. There was no initial plan for Harper to actually communicate with either man but, when she told Kyle, his reaction spurred her on. Her husband was so excited by Harper’s recount that he took her in their hallway then and there. The impromptu lovemaking resulted in her first good orgasm in months.
So, Harper let things continue and texted her two suitors back. Gym-guy ended up being a dud. He almost immediately started asking her for nudes and, when she didn’t oblige, he turned toxic. Harper blocked him within a couple of days. Coffee shop guy, Shane, was nice though, he was also a vegetarian and cared about animal rights — a cause that Harper was particularly involved with in high school and college and still cared about, even if adult life had forced her to focus on other things. He could be funny and the two of them texted casually and often. It drove Kyle nuts, and Harper didn’t know which she enjoyed more, Shane’s attention or Kyle’s agitation.
With the introduction of her extramarital correspondence, Harper and Kyle’s sex life improved tremendously. For a couple of weeks, the texts with Shane remained platonic, though his interest was obvious. Harper tried to keep personal details to a minimum, but she was honest aside from her relationship status. Eventually, Shane texted to ask Harper out for coffee, and she realized it would be impossible to maintain their innocently flirtatious relationship as it was:
S- If it isn’t too forward, I thought we could grab a coffee together next week
H- It isn’t too forward but I worry I’m giving you the wrong impression.
S- How so
H- I’m not looking for anything serious right now.
S- We could be unserious if you prefer
They did not get coffee together, but they did keep texting, and those texts gradually intensified in content, changing over time from coy allusions to rather explicit admissions. Harper shared only the occasional snippet of the conversations with her husband:
S- Thanks a lot. My sleep was ruined last because of you.
H- Oh, why’s that?
S- You knew what you were doing. I’m probably getting zero work done today because I’ll just be staring at that picture.
The couple found that the whole odd arrangement worked better when she shared what she wanted when she wanted and kept her husband wondering. If it went too far, he could tell her. Kyle wasn’t going anywhere.
Though Kyle knew Harper was sending Shane pictures, he never saw the images himself. It drove him mad thinking what Harper might be sending to her new “friend”, a circumstance which was exacerbated by the fact that she’d only ever sent Kyle sexy texts a scant few times in their years together.
Then that very morning, when the two of them were eating cereal in the kitchen, something happened.
“You’re going to be busy with work most of today, right?” said Harper.
“Pretty much. I need stuff done for my Monday meeting. Why?” said Kyle stuffing his mouth with an overfull spoon of Cheerios.
“I’m going to have Shane over later, to watch a movie. Unless that doesn’t work for you?” Her voice had the same nonchalant quality that may have been expected if she was talking about a hair appointment, but she wasn’t.
Despite how Harper acted, Kyle could tell this was a moment for him. He could either speak up or watch passively as events unfolded. He chose the latter. He spent most of the day shifting between a haze of disbelief and arousal. It seemed unreal that Harper would bring another man into their home and crazier that something might actually come of it. Kyle was dubious until he saw her in her sexy new matching underwear.
As Harper milled about the house contentedly, enjoying a day free of her typical professional responsibilities, Kyle sat in their office pretending at getting his work done while his attention was fixed on his wife. He listened to every small movement she made about the house and speculated manically on what she had planned for that night. She wore a little black dress. It was a casual number of cheap cotton material, but it was snug and cute and showed off her butt. Shane would like it.
A little after seven their doorbell rang. Kyle sat stiffly in his office chair and listened as Harper answered.
“Hey, come in!” said Harper cheerfully.
“Harper! You look nice. Hope you didn’t dress up on my account.” boomed Shane’s voice.
They quickly fell into comfortable conversation and Kyle could tell by the muffling of their voices that the pair exchanged a long hug.
“So, is it just us — or?” said Shane in a lowered voice.
“No, my roommate’s here, but he won’t bother us.”
Harper and her guest spoke a few more pleasantries then moved to the couch in the living room to watch the movie. The house was arranged so the living room couch was obliquely visible from the home office, assuming one was at the right angle. Harper could see from her position that the office door in the hallway was open a crack and knew that Kyle would be watching.
The living room was dim, lighted only by the images on the tv screen. Kyle was surprised to see how rigid Harper looked sitting next to Shane. She kept to her own place on the couch, not touching her visitor. Shane was a decent looking guy, in good shape and maybe a shade taller than Kyle. He succeeded in achieving that casual thrown-together look that was actually very carefully coordinated. It crossed Kyle’s mind that, maybe, this would be an innocent visit. But then, he heard the distinctive music play during their chosen movie’s opening credits. It was the opening score of his favorite move, the movie he and Harper had watched on their first date, a date where she, after leaving, met up with another guy for sex that same night. The choice was no accident. She was sending Kyle a message. **Author’s note: Harper didn’t know her and Kyle’s first date was a date at the time. See Tell Me if I Need to Stop: Prologue**
Kyle watched unsurprised when Harper pulled the blanket off of the back of the couch and asked Shane if he wanted to share it. The two cuddled up under the thick-knit throw. Harper leaned her head on Shane’s shoulder, and he lifted his arm and wrapped it around her, tucking her in close to him. They whispered to one another frequently during the movie. They didn’t say anything of consequence, but Harper was in a playful mood. Between Shane’s suggestive comments and his fingers to tracing little shapes on her bare hip, she found herself continuously snickering. Their small exhibition had a taunting effect on Kyle who could only speculate at what was said and what was happening beneath the blanket.
The giggly repartee between Harper and Shane slowly changed into a calmer and somewhat more serious discussion. Shane made a stupid attempt at a compliment about how Harper’s hair smelled, but he sounded so earnest that she looked up at him and smiled. The pair started to kiss — at first soft and slow and each trying to acquaint to the other, and then with increasing passion as they allowed themselves to embrace their fast evolving relationship. Kyle could tell, by the movement of the blanket, that Shane’s hands were studying Harper’s body.
“H-HEY! I’ll be back in a sec.” said Harper, struggling to keep her voice even.
Things were moving very fast and she excused herself to get a drink from the kitchen. When she arose from under the blanket, her dress was ridden up, showing half of her butt and the new green thong. Harper pulled her dress back down and walked to the kitchen as Shane watched with a satisfied look on his face. She filled a couple of glasses with water and quickly texted Kyle:
H- As a curtesy, I’m giving you a chance to stop this.
Kyle didn’t reply. Harper had no doubt that he read the message, that he was watching everything she and Shane were doing from the office. His lack of reply confirmed what Harper already knew, he wanted her to make the choice, needed her to make the choice. So, she did. Harper returned to the couch having completely forgotten the glasses of water and took her familiar place with Shane’s arm around her. They resumed kissing straightaway, ignoring the thin context of their meeting, the movie, completely. The blanket was now only partially on them and Kyle watched as Shane’s hand moved up Harper’s hip, plying its way under her dress and resting on her butt. She was mmmm’ing while he nuzzled her neck, kissing a line down to her collarbone and then up to her earlobe.
Shane took Harper by the hips and urged her forward, closer to him. She accommodated, straddling Shane so they were face-to-face while she sat on his lap. He started to kiss her chest and his hands pulled up the back of her dress and gripped her ass as she circled her hips to rub herself against his hardening crotch.
“Maybe we should take this to my room.” said Harper.
She felt Shane start to pull her thong off and had a sudden sense of overexposure. She’d accepted Kyle’s fantasy and was really enjoying herself but wasn’t in love with the idea of Kyle watching her while in the act. Harper already gave her husband more of a show than she intended. He could ask for the details after or listen to what she and Shane were about to do from outside of their bedroom.
Harper and Shane rushed to her room. Once inside, they made the unmistakable clamor of clothes tearing one another’s clothes off and the indulgent satisfied groans of impatient lovers as their lips met. They had barely made it inside before starting and, in their fervor, the pair of them collided with the door which shook in its frame. After a few minutes, Kyle could hear the muted whine of springs as they climbed into bed and then it was hard to make out much of anything. He felt sick, dreadful, but also full of lust as he edged the office door open in an attempt to better hear what was happening in his bedroom.
“Hold on, hold on.” said Harper, suddenly opening the bedroom door.
She was facing Shane in the bedroom as she exited and didn’t notice Kyle who stood in the dark hallway. Harper was now completely naked and walked directly to the bathroom. Kyle watched her as she flipped on the bathroom light and smiled at her reflection in the mirror, to check her makeup, and opened the vanity to retrieve something. As she took a step to leave the bathroom, she caught sight of her husband and froze in place. She held the wrapped condom in her hands, pinching it with care as though it were something she needed to be extraordinarily careful with. Without anything to say, Harper raised her eyebrows and gave Kyle an awkward half-smile and hurried back into the bedroom to meet Shane.
It wasn’t that Harper thought it impossible that she would have sex with Shane, but, given that it was their first meeting outside of the coffee shop, she was convinced that things would move much slower than they did. Shane waited, reclined naked on the bed when she entered the room. He looked good, trim but not without tone and conspicuously ready to go, his firm member already wetted from what Harper did for him before she left to fetch the condom. She knelt on the bed and carefully unwrapped the condom and, without haste, unrolled it over Shane’s enthusiastic erection. The quietly submissive gesture excited Shane immensely, foretelling of the delights that were soon to come.
They fell into each other’s arms and made out. Harper could feel the heat from his erection as it rested against her belly. Shane was especially excited by her, covering Harper’s breasts with kisses and massaging the soft damp patch of hair between her legs. He had worked for weeks and weeks to get to this point with her, and he was thrilled to discover that the wait was well worth it. His movements were insatiable, bordering on frantic, and Harper enjoyed her awareness of just how excited he was.
Shane laid her on her back and took his dick in hand. Harper spread her legs expectantly and raised her butt off the bed a little, giving him a more direct angle. His dick slipped inside her aroused vagina easily, without preamble, and Harper exclaimed lasciviously in reaction to the sudden penetration. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled with amusement when she remembered that Kyle was outside listening. Shane figured the smile was because Harper enjoyed what he was doing, which she did, and he took hold of her up-pointed knees and rocked his cock in and out of her, watching intently at how her body quivered and pulsed while he fucked her. He was glad for the condom in that moment. The sensation he felt, moving within her tensing vagina, made it hard to last even with the mild dulling effect of the rubber.
Feigning the desire to change positions, but really trying to avoid coming early, Shane got on his back. Harper turned so she faced away from him before climbing on top, figuring, he’d been pawing at her ass so much that she may as well give him a decent look at it. She grasped his erection and aligned it with her vaginal opening and let herself drop down onto him. Shane groaned happily when he, once more, entered her. He watched her ride him. Harper’s body moved in a captivating and instinctual Dance whose existence was concerned only with bringing pleasure, both hers and his.
As with every moment of that evening, Kyle listened to what Harper did with rapt attention. He stood in the hall just outside of the door to his bedroom, a miserable loser rubbing his unavoidable erection while his wife loudly rejoiced from the sex she was having with another man. The bed frame whined as the lovers intensity increased. Though most of Harper’s erogenous musings were unintelligible, Kyle distinctively heard her whimper “Please! Please!” the words hungry and desperate.
She and Shane were obviously nearing the end. They both breathed heavily as their intensifying movements rocked the bed louder and faster.
“Keep moving those hips. Damn!” shouted Shane.
His words goaded her, and she accelerated her hips’ rotation and began uttering her profane mantra “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohh, FUUUUUUUUCK!”
Harper’s obscene cries made her orgasm clear. Unable to stop himself after hearing his wife’s wails, Kyle came in his pants while trying to grab tissues from the nearby bathroom.
Shane was not a rude guest and didn’t rush to leave after finishing sex. He even asked if Harper wanted to watch the rest of the movie, but she told him that she didn’t really care to, admitting it was only a context to have him over. Her cuckolded husband sat in the dark office, his pants damp with ejaculate, and waited for Shane to leave.
“Thanks for tonight, Harper. We should do this again.” said Shane on his way out the door.
“Yeah, we’ll talk.” said Harper, giving him a quick hug.
Kyle still waited for his wife to retrieve him, but she was in no rush. After Shane left, Harper took a shower. It was a long hot shower and, afterwards, she checked her email on her phone and, when she was finally ready, she went to check on Kyle. Harper stepped into the office wearing her go-to comfy robe. The room smelled harsh and musky.
“So, how are you doing with everything?” said Harper.
Kyle looked to be a nervous mess, but there was no hint of joking or irony in Harper’s question. She was being direct.
“Well, like we talked about, you really did take the lead.” said Kyle skittishly.
“Was that a problem?”
“I don’t know. No? My heart just stopped racing like five minutes ago.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“I got super jealous but really turned on. Probably more turned on than I’d ever been. I guess the jealousy is baked in — part of everything. So, good, I guess.”
“Alright, but I don’t know that it’s sustainable if we’re doing something where you’re getting mad or resentful towards me, even if it turns you on.”
“I didn’t say I was feeling that, only jealousy. I liked it a lot. Not that I have a say in it but, I’d vote for you doing it again”
And wasn’t that the whole of it? The night went off without a hitch because Harper took for granted what Kyle would or wouldn’t do, because she was in control. For a moment Harper considered assuring her husband that he’d have a say in such things, but their relationship was moving beyond that convention. So, she kept quiet on that account. As for whether or not she would repeat the evenings happenings, the answer was both yes and no. She wouldn’t live out the rest of her life only ever having sex with Kyle, that was now clear, but she was pretty sure that evening would be the last time she ever had sex with Shane. They had fun and Harper did manage to finish but, sexually, Shane was nothing special. If she continued this course, it would be with someone different.