Losing The Fight

My name is Peter (Pete) Dunning. I’m 34 years old, 5’9″ tall and weigh about 145 pounds. I’m quite fit, although not large. I have very little body fat, and I can run a long way and lift more weight than might be expected. I’m good at things like ping pong, baseball and tennis. Sports that require good hand eye coordination and quickness.

I work as a lawyer for my own firm, employing three others. We do mostly real estate closings, but also some personal injury cases. The firm has been profitable from the start, largely due to a boom in housing in our area. We have a contract with the area’s largest home builder, giving them a cut rate in return for volume.

My firm has two paralegals, Diane Jones and Russ Mason. We also have a general helper, typist and office manager, Leeann Mason, Russ’s wife. All the employees are a little younger than I, and have been with me almost from the start. In addition to these full-time people, I have two investigators on retainer. They are Charles and Mandy Carson, husband and wife. Their agency works for many of the firms around here. We use them mostly for the PI work. Sometimes we also need to look into one of the buyers of a house.

I’m a family man. My wife is Lisa Dunning, nee Bolden. She’s 5′ 8″ tall, curvy and vivacious. She’s a stunner. She has light brown hair, usually wears it in a ponytail. But she has the bluest eyes. We have three kids. Byron is our oldest, at eleven. The twins, Mary and Susan are eight. They all attend the local school, down the block from us. We have lived in our house since the twins came along. I bought it outright, using part of my inheritance from my father’s estate. I never really knew him, but apparently he kept track of me. The house is in a nice part of town. It has four ‘bedrooms’ and a pool with pool house. The twins bunk together, and I have a home office, shared with Lisa.

Lisa and I met at college. We’re almost exactly the same age. As freshmen, we were both 18 years old upon arrival on campus. I met her at an orientation. She was dressed down, with baggy jeans and a loose shirt. I was also not dressed for success, with jeans and a motorcycle t-shirt. (I had no motorcycle. I got the shirt when someone left it behind after a tennis match.)

Lisa and I spoke briefly at the start of the orientation presentation, in the gym. She sat next to me. When it was over, I asked her to go to the snack bar for some food. She accepted. We had a small meal, and some great conversation.

She asked about the motorcycle shirt and I told her it was just a shirt I got after a tennis match. She was interested in tennis, and played a lot in high school, although not on the school team. We talked more about high school. I had gone to an inner city public school, in a tough area. She had gone to a big suburban school. She wanted to know how I managed to get through to college, coming from that area. I told her that the academics at the school weren’t bad, just the ‘social’ aspects.

She told me that she had been a cheerleader in high school. I laughed at that.

“What’s so funny?” She bristled. “I will let you know that cheerleading is very athletically demanding.”

“I don’t doubt it,” I said. “It’s just that…well….are you going to try out for cheerleading here?”

“Oh, no. I need to concentrate on learning what I need.”

“I bet you were real popular in high school. Cheerleader and all.” I smiled at her. Despite her attempt at dressing down, she couldn’t hide her appeal.

“I was. But I want to avoid all that froo fra here.”

“You can try, Lisa, but guys are going to come after you anyway. Nothing you can do about it, no matter how loose your jeans. You’re just too beautiful.”

Lisa blushed, although she must have heard things like that thousands of times.

“I just have to avoid certain mistakes I made in high school. That’s all.”

“Ooooh, this might be interesting.”

“Forget it, buster,” she smiled. “No way. We just met. I’m not going to talk about all that.”

“I’ll tell you what, Lisa. I’m offering to protect you from all that masculine attention. We can be ‘close.’ I’ll give you a ring to wear around your neck and you can be ‘taken.” What do you say?”

She laughed out loud. “That’s about as clever a come on as I ever heard. Maybe I’ll take you up on that. What kind of a ring?”

“I have to think about it. Actually, I’ll take you ring shopping, eh? You can pick one out.”

She looked up at the clock, and stood up. “I have to run now. Maybe you can meet me here tomorrow for lunch. Say 1:00?”

“A date. I’m really looking forward to that.”

We walked through the exit, and she turned to me and hugged me, tilted her head up. I moved a little tentatively to kiss her, because I firmly believed she wanted that. I was right. She pulled me into the kiss and ran her hands behind my head to keep me in place. She ran her tongue over my teeth. Then she broke it off and stepped back.

“Just so people get the idea, you know,” she said. She sashayed off. Loose jeans or not, she attracted attention. I know I paid careful attention. When she rounded the corner, I looked around. People were staring at me. I strolled outside.

I was on a cloud for the rest of the day. I found a nice private stall in the lavatory of our dorm and…well…you know what I did.

I wondered what Lisa meant when she talked about mistakes she made in high school. I thought about my high school experience. I was smaller than most guys until I reached sixteen, Junior year. Then I grew to my current height. Since I was so short and slight, I got picked on. There was a group of bigger guys, some athletes, who hung out near my house. I had to walk by them every day. They’d razz me, shove me, generally make fun of me. I let it go for a while, but I got tired of it.

One day a fellow named Jehru shoved me hard, and instead of falling back, I whirled around and shoved him. He was surprised, to say the least. I shoved him again.

“Keep off me, Jehru. All you guys just leave me alone. I’m tired of your bullshit!” I was very heated when I said this. I turned to walk away when I heard something from behind me. It was Jehru. He closed on me and punched me in the shoulder. I think he was aiming for my face, but I ducked away. Still, it hurt. I punched him in the ribs, two times. He grabbed me and threw me to the ground. He was about to stomp me, but I rolled away, leapt to my feet and head butted him in the belly. He fell back. He didn’t fall down, though. I could have run away at that point, and avoided punishment — this time. I didn’t. I was enraged. I had never felt anything quite like the anger that I had at that point. I snarled and charged Jehru. He wasn’t ready for that, and I tackled him. I began hitting him in the face and neck.

I felt hands around my waist and I was lifted off Jehru. Two guys had hold of me. I was not through, though. They were holding me so Jehru could hit me. I kicked at him as he approached, hit him in the knee. He screamed. I felt an arm around my neck, from behind.

“We’re gonna kill you now motherfucker.” The arm tightened. I kicked back at the guy who had me. I hit his shin. Then I stomped his foot as hard as I could. It was life or death at that point. I felt the arm release me. I whirled around wildly swinging at whoever was in front of me. I took a lot of punishment, but I was backed against a wall and I didn’t want to let anyone behind me again. I punched and punched. My rage never left me. I got hit on the nose, the eye, the belly. I also hit some faces and, one time, some nuts. That produced a total collapse of one fellow. I heard sirens. Everyone ran except me. I sagged down to the ground.

“What happened?” An officer asked that. I thought he should have known.

“Got jumped. Fought.”

“Just see if you can stand up.” I did. An ambulance arrived and I was whisked off to emergency. I stayed there being treated for two hours. I got a shot of pain killer and a prescription. I got bandages. Nothing was broken, they said, after x-rays. I limped out to the public area. My Mom was there. She hugged me, and I screamed. She drove me home and I rested up all weekend.

The police asked me who had done this to me. I told them they were strangers. They didn’t believe me, but they put that down on the report. One officer said, “You know, if you don’t tell us who, it’ll keep on happening.”

But I thought it best to avoid being called a snitch.

Monday, I went back to school. I was battered. So was Jehru and his buddy Hank. I didn’t see any of the others. Hank had a sore foot, wrapped in bandages. Jehru had a tape on his nose. I saw him at gym. He had a wrap around his middle. We didn’t speak to each other.

Going home after school, the same crew was there. The biggest of them was Barry. He approached me on the sidewalk.

“Squirt, we need to talk a little. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Okay. I’m listening.”

“You have a lot of moxy. For a small guy. And, since none of us had any problems with the cops, I assume you didn’t rat us out.”

“That’s right.”

“All right. Then we can have some peace on this corner. You got hurt, some of us got hurt. That’s all. Okay?”

“Okay. All I really wanted.”

“Done.” He walked away. I was never bothered by those guys again. Of course, there were other assholes. And other fights. After a while, though, guys stopped bothering me. For one thing I grew a few inches, and pounds. For another, I had demonstrated total rage, several times. Most people didn’t want to mess with that, once word got around.

When Lisa and I met for lunch the next day, she took my arm and we walked through the cafeteria, just like we were a couple. I thought it was glorious.

Lisa and I talked all through lunch, until I had a class. I told her the little story that I just went through. She seemed skeptical. I pointed to a scar above my eyebrow.

“For real. This is one. There are others.”

“I don’t see any. Where?” She seemed really curious.

“Some day maybe I’ll show you. Not in public, though. That is, if you want to see. Just ask at the right time.”

“Hmmm. Now another very clever come on from you. You are intriguing. What about girls in high school? Did you have a girl friend?”

“One or two. I had a good prom. But she moved away that summer. Now here I am with you. Maybe I have a girlfriend.”

“Yep. I liked our kiss. We can keep on playing this game. Who knows what might happen, eventually.”

I broke into a rendition of an old song my mom played.

“Que sera, sera. Whatever will be will be. The future’s not ours to see. Que sera, sera. What will be, will be.” I finished with a flourish. She laughed and clapped. Others around us clapped as well. Then we finished our drinks and left. No kiss in the doorway this time.

“I’m disappointed,” I pouted.

She broke into a Stones song. “You can’t always get what you want. You can’t always get what you want. But if you try some time, you just might find, you get what you need. Oh baby.” She had me laughing. She could really sing. (So could I, for that matter.) I clapped for her. We walked off to class, arm in arm.

The next few weeks solidified our relationship. We ate lunch every day, at one spot or another. We studied together. We got late night pizza together. We made out in the recesses of campus. I was no expert, but I was convinced that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

About two months into the semester, we were out at a pizza joint that had some dancing as well. A big guy walked up to our table, ignored me and asked her if she would dance with him.

“No, thanks. I’m with Pete.” Lisa said this nicely. I moved toward the edge of the booth.

“This guy? C’mon. I can show you a good time. He can’t.”

I stood up. There was a big 20 inch pepper grinder on the table. I had it in my hand when I stood. I just looked at the guy.

“Please, leave, Terry.” Lisa said, with a gentle voice.

The guy looked at me, with the pepper mill. He looked back at Lisa.

“Your loss.” He turned and walked away.

“My, my,” said Lisa. “Are you going to put pepper on your pizza?”

“Changed my mind about the pepper.” I sat back down. “Who was that guy Terry?”

“I met him when I was here visiting. He’s a football player.”

“He’s big, all right.”

Another month went by, and it was chilly out now. Make out sessions outside were not nearly as good with coats.

One night as we were walking back toward the dorm, Lisa turned to me, pulled me into a kiss. It was an urgent kiss, and was ardently returned. She broke off, grabbed my hand and said, “Come with me, I know a place.”

She led me three blocks away, and up a set of stairs, into a brownstone building that had been made into apartments. She knew the code to get inside. We went to the second door. She had a key.

“This is my aunt’s apartment. She works nearby, but she’s travelling.” Lisa was breathless as she pulled me into the place. She led me to a bedroom, flicked on a dim light.

“Off with those clothes, boy!” She had dropped her coat. She pulled her sweater and blouse off in one swift motion. She doffed her skirt. I watched. I took off everything. She still had her bra and panties. She turned around. I unclasped her bra. Then I dropped down and pulled her panties off. She turned around. I pushed her onto the bed and began to lick her thighs. I licked further and further. I found her clit and gave it a good working over. She was moaning. She had an orgasm, dousing my face. She pulled me up off her, slid further onto the bed.

“Do me now! I need it now!”

She spread her legs and I settled between them. I was so hard. I pushed into her. I did that slowly. I don’t know why I did that. I was not experienced at this at all. Maybe I thought I’d come too soon. But Lisa was panting.

“Oh, oh, oh. No teasing.”

I started pumping. She pushed back. We went at it frantically for what seemed like a long time, but was probably only a couple of minutes. I felt her start to come. She clutched my ass, pulling.

“Harder. Harder.”

I obliged and she started spasming around me. That brought me to my own climax, and I unloaded spurt after spurt into her, as deep as I could get. I felt her cervix as I came. I gave her my all, and she responded. Then it was over, and we were collapsed. I rolled off her and kissed her breast.

“Oh, Pete. I really needed that. I really, really needed it.”

“Any time, Lisa. Just tell me when and where.”

“Right here in a few minutes.” She wriggled around, and too my cock into her mouth, sucking the juices off it, licking with her tongue. I couldn’t believe it, what she was doing. I stroked her hair. I got hard right away. Very hard.

When she was satisfied with the state of my dick, she straddled me and lowered herself down on it.

“Ungh. Ungh.” Up and down she went. I began to thrust back. I practically lifted her off the bed. The she came again. It was amazing that I could feel it so intensely. But I was not ready yet. She kept bouncing. I kept thrusting. She slowed her tempo a bit, looked at me, licked her lips. The she leaned over me and kissed me, sticking her tongue into my mouth, salty juices and all.

She started to rhythmically tongue fuck me. I was taken over the top by that. I started to come again, even more intensely than at first. That brought her over the edge, and we climaxed again. Her tongue was all the way into my mouth when that happened.

She laid her head on my shoulder.

“That was so great, Pete. So good.” She sighed.

“Sure was,” I whispered. She rolled off and we laid there for a while.

“We can stay all night, Pete. Let’s take a shower.”

We did that. The rest of the night was just as pleasing as the start. We seemed really sexually compatible. Lisa seemed to be able to anticipate what would make me wild.

In the morning, she woke me up with a hand job. I was hard when I woke up. She scootched over, got onto her knees and waved her sexy ass at me.

“From behind, now, please.”

She didn’t have to ask twice.

We showered up and were eating some toast when the door opened. A woman in her early thirties came in.

“Oh, Aunt Sarah. I…well we thought you were gone for the week.”

Sarah said, “Well, I hope you pulled the sheets. I got a reprieve for the rest of the conference. My boss’s wife showed up unexpectedly, you know.”

“Sarah, this is Pete. He’s a freshman like me. In fact, we both just turned eighteen.”

“Hi,” I said. Sarah looked me over. She smiled.

“Hi to you.”

Then she turned to Lisa. “Not your normal sort. I could actually like this one.”

“Sarah! I….we haven’t discussed that sort of thing – yet.”

I said, “What is her normal sort? I’m quite curious. And, if you live here, how do you know?”

Sarah looked at Lisa.

Lisa said, “I used to visit Sarah a lot when I was in school. When I was here, sometimes I had a date.”

Sarah said, “I never liked any one of those guys. They were all too big and pushy. The one guy came on to me with Lisa right there.”

“What happened?” I was really curious.

“We threw him out. I admit that I was tempted, though. But I’m supposed to be the adult presence in her life. At least when she’s here.”

“Pete,” Lisa said, “let’s finish our toast and let Sarah have her place back. Oh, I’ll change the sheets and wash the old ones up.” She got up and scuttled away. That left me alone with Aunt Sarah. She was a very attractive woman. She was tall, like Lisa. She had blonde hair, though, but the same blue eyes. She smiled at me and asked me where I was from.

“Portside City. Downtown.”

“Oh, and you just met Lisa?”

“First day here, we hit it off.”

“Yes, I can see that all right. She’s…well, an experienced young lady. Some of that may be my fault. When she stayed with me, I allowed her to ‘explore.’ Within reason. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

“Yes, I did. More than ever before.”

“Take care. Lisa has her weaknesses. And I see that you really like her a lot.”

“I do.” Just then Lisa breezed in. The washer was going. She grabbed my hand and we said so long to Sarah.

We hustled off to our classes. Then I wafted back to my dorm to change out of last night’s clothes.

Over the next few days, I wondered exactly what Sarah had meant by her comments. It seemed she was telling me that Lisa was quite sexually experienced. One night as we walked on campus, I sat her down.

“I think we have to talk, Lisa,” I said.

“Oh. Well okay. What?”

“Your aunt had some interesting things to say the other night. She seemed to say that you…..that you were sexually active with these college guys at a young age. And, it’s made me a little uncertain. You know, I’m not very experienced. Not like that. So…”

“Pete, we’re just getting to know each other. The other night I had a fantastic time. I think you did as well. Right?”

“So true. I really like you. I liked you from the first day we met, and not just because you’re beautiful and sexy. When we met, you were trying not to be sexy. I’ve wondered about that.”

“I was ‘mature’ at a young age. At home my mom was not so interested in me, and my dad worked all the time. I got into some problems with a couple of guys. I was a cheerleader, and expected to put out. And I did. But I didn’t want all what that meant. One night some of the guys went too far with me and a friend. I told my dad. I was fifteen. He was going to complain to the cops. I asked him not to do that. It was almost the end of the school year. I was sent to stay with Sarah. She’s my Mom’s brother’s ex-wife. So, Aunt Sarah.”

“You’ll pardon me for saying that you staying with Sarah hardly seems a solution to the problem you’ve set out. Like pouring gasoline on the fire.”

“Not so much. She let me go out. But she made sure I had a place to bring guys, not just go to some frat room. Anyway, she owns this house, and had an empty room on the top floor. I could bring guys back, but I had to check in with her. So….I am very experienced for my age. Sorry, if that bothers you.”

“Doesn’t. Maybe I’m a little insecure. But hardly bothered. I really like you a lot, and the fact that we have good sex was an extra for me. You’re the main event.”

“Oh, Pete.” She jumped into my arms. I swung her around. We kissed.

“Maybe we should check out Sarah’s house. I think she might be on an overnight.”

“With her boss?”

“Yeah.”

We went over there, and sure enough Sarah was out. It turns out that she was gone for the night.

Lisa and I quickly dropped our clothes.

“I have something I want to show you, Pete.”

She pulled me down onto the bed. She sat me with my legs crossed, back against the headboard. I was really ready for her. She put her legs around my waist, and slowly pushed herself onto my dick. Then she just sat there staring at me. After a while she told me to close my eyes. I did. I could feel myself hard inside her. The feeling was exquisite. There was very little movement, but I remained hard. The only movement was us breathing. That provided a small amount of stimulation. We went on like this, not moving, aroused. I began to ‘go away.’ I mean, I wasn’t really a separate being from her. My cock inside her was melded with her. Time flowed, but I don’t know how long.

Then she slowly began squeezing me, squeeze and relax. Over and over this happened. She kept doing this, but at a faster pace, slowly quickening her squeezing, and doing it harder. I was overcome.

“Don’t move, Pete. I’ll bring you off.”

And she did. Her squeezes were intense, I felt her begin to convulse. I came so hard, but I didn’t move. After….I passed out.

Apparently, I was not out long. I woke up, and Lisa was smiling at me. I was stretched out on the bed.

I said, softly, “Well, I might as well die right now. Nothing could be better than that.”

“You were perfect, Pete. I can’t believe you got it first time.”

We got up early the next morning. We drifted into a sixty-nine, avoiding bad breath. Then we showered, Lisa first. As I was entering the bathroom, I heard voices. I peeked out to check, and Sarah was there with Lisa. They didn’t see me, and I started back to the shower. But I heard Lisa say, “I got into Dak’s tantric sex with Pete last night. It worked, just like with Dak.”

“Really? I’m amazed. I’ve never been able to do that with anyone but Dak. I think Pete might be the man for you. But…please don’t hurt him. If you can’t stay true, you should move on.”

“I really love him, you know, Sarah.”

“Yes, I can see that. You also have had a noticeable sexual preference for another type of guy.”

“Yeah, big assholes. It is thrilling to give in to some big jerk, makes me feel so deliciously submissive.”

“If you really take up full time with Pete, you have to give that up. Totally.”

“I will. I love Pete.”

I slipped back into the bathroom. The shower was quick, and I walked out into the kitchen, wearing only my boxers.

“Whoo Hoo.” Sarah trilled. “You’ve got a great body, Pete. Show us your ass.”

“Sarah, Lisa might not like that.”

Lisa smiled and said, “Go ahead, show Sarah your tight ass. It’s the least we can do for borrowing her bed.”

I hesitated. Both women started into the stripper music -LaTaTa, TaTaTaDa. They clapped and shouted. “Strip. All off.”

I turned my back to them and pulled his boxers down over my rear end. I wiggled and flexed.

“All right, all right.” More clapping.

I dropped the boxers all the way off, but didn’t turn around. I hung them on my hard prick. I wiggled some more. Then I turned around.

“Oooooh, the hidden dick trick. Who will be the lucky girl to pull them off?” Lisa was laughing.

I twirled the boxers around with my cock.

Lisa slipped down onto her knees in front of me. She grabbed the boxers. She slowly pulled them off me, staying between me and Sarah. She tossed Sarah the boxers, as she sucked my hardness into her mouth.

Sarah was overcome with lust. She stood up and took off her dress in one go. She didn’t have a bra. She slipped out of her panties. I was getting my cock sucked, but I was also watching Sarah. Sarah also got down on her knees in front of me. She tugged at Lisa’s hair. Lisa let my cock slip out of her mouth, exposing it to Sarah. Sarah seemed surprised at the size of it. She likely expected something commensurate with my overall build. But my cock is bigger and thicker than that. Sarah couldn’t help herself. She started to lick my dick.

“You’re just a degenerate dick licker, Sarah,” Lisa said. “Robbing the cradle.”

“Umph.” Sarah was now sucking me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Maybe I should have felt some discomfort, being sucked off by another woman right in front of Lisa. But I didn’t.

Lisa said, “When he comes in your mouth, you have to kiss me with it.”

Sarah said, “Oomph.” She started sucking herder, moving her tongue around. I groaned and spurted off into Sarah’s mouth. She sucked me dry. Then she turned to Lisa.

The two of them embraced, still on their knees. Sarah put her tongue out with a load of my cum on it. Lisa sucked it into her mouth. They fell into a full on kiss now, with Sarah above Lisa, allowing the cum to flow into Lisa’s mouth. After a minute, they broke. They both turned to me.

Lisa opened her mouth, showed me the cum before she swallowed it. Sarah stuck her tongue out at me. It was still slicked with his juice.

“I can’t believe we did that, Sarah. He’s supposed to be my boyfriend.”

“You didn’t say anything when I sucked him. And I know you like to watch. Let’s go back to bed and see how fast he recovers.”

“Well, maybe we should ask Pete, before we drag him off and fuck him to within an ich of his life. Pete?”

I was already getting hard again. He said, “Anything you ladies agree on. I’m game.”

Sarah said, “You may regret saying that.” She stood up and pulled me into the bedroom by my dick. Lisa followed, giggling.

Sarah shoved me onto the bed. “Who gets what, Lisa?”

“You can fuck him. I’ll sit on his face.” Sarah straddled me. I was now hard again. She slipped my cock into herself, and slowly moved around. Lisa straddled my face. She grabbed the headboard, and lowered herself onto my waiting tongue.

Lisa came first. I thought I might drown. Then Sarah clamped down hard on me, with her own orgasm. I couldn’t stop myself. I thrust into her and unloaded again. Not a lot of cum, but it felt good.

I was shrinking out of Sarah when Lisa turned around, she and Sarah began to kiss each other. Lisa’s cute ass was right in my face. I started to lick Lisa’s ass, sticking my tongue up into her anus, then out. In and out. Lisa came, expelling my tongue. I passed out for a short while. Maybe they did fuck me to death, I thought.

But I came around. Sarah and Lisa were getting into the shower. I waited until they were clean, and then I took my second slower of the morning. This time we all got dressed. Lisa and I hustled to make our morning classes.

That evening I wanted to talk to Lisa about what had happened in the morning. We sat on a quiet bench just inside the back entrance to the library.

“Lisa, I heard what you and Sarah talked about before we got into our orgy. I thought about it. You know, I was so happy when you said you loved me. Because I love you. But, I was really worried about the penchant for big jerk guys. I would be devastated if we were supposed to be exclusive, and then you weren’t. Of course, just after that talk, you and Sarah completely seduced me, and I fucked her. So, I wasn’t exclusive. I’m confused.”

“Do you want to be exclusive? Meaning NEITHER one of us fucks around….no….even messes around with others?”

“Yes, well….I mean you really seemed to enjoy it when we both had sex with Sarah. From the talk, I assume that I wasn’t the first guy that you and Sarah shared. Right?”

“But doesn’t it work both ways? If you can fuck Sarah right in front of me, then I should be able to fuck some other guy, as long as you’re there. Sarah and I used to go on double dates. Then we would bring the men back to her place and switch off. It was exhilarating. But I could give that up, for you. Only if you promise me the same.”

“I love you. I want to only have sex with you. I want you to only have sex with me.”

“What about Sarah? Can I have sex with her? You could watch.”

“If that happened, I would certainly be drawn into it. Wouldn’t I?”

“We could tie you up,” she laughed. Pete began getting hard at the thought.

Lisa said, “All right. I won’t have sex with any man other than you. And I won’t have sex with Sarah unless you agree, and we tie you up. I see that that scenario turns you on. You’re hard as a rock.” She reached out and grabbed my cock through my pants.

“See,” she said, fondling me. “Let’s go over to Sarah’s place and seal this deal. We did. When we arrived, Sarah was in her bath robe.

“Come on in,” she said. “I wondered how long it would take.”

Lisa said, “We discussed what happened. We discussed fidelity, and if we wanted it. We agreed that we’d be faithful to each other. Well, except we may make an exception just for you. You and I can have sex. But Pete has to be present, only tied up, so he won’t be tempted to fuck you himself.”

“Why can’t Pete fuck me? You will.”

“You’re another woman. He doesn’t feel as threatened by that, I guess. Anyway, my argument was that if he can fuck you, then I can fuck some other guy, as long as he’s there. But he didn’t like that. So we came up with the tie him up idea. So he won’t fuck you.”

“I can see some flaws in that plan, but it sounds like fun anyway. Wanna try now? I can watch Pete fuck you, and then we can tie him up, and I can lick you clean, and do other stuff, too.”

I got hard just hearing this. Lisa took off her blouse, bra, skirt and panties. I stripped as well. Lisa wanted me to do her from behind, over the couch. She posed there, moving her ass seductively and fingering herself. I approached, rubbed myself back and forth over her mons. Then I plunged into her. She gasped. I fucked her hard, like an asshole would do. She really seemed to like it that way. She came several times. Sarah was calling her names as I did this, like ‘slut’ and ‘nympho.’ Lisa got off on that. Lisa got off again as I came inside her. I pulled out, walked toward the bathroom.

“Pete is really learning fast about you, Lisa. Let’s tie him up.”

Sarah had a pair of soft cuffs in a drawer. Always prepared, she was. I put my hands out for her.

“No, not in front. Behind your back.” She cuffed my hands there.

“On you knees now.” I dropped. She was behind me. She secured my hands to one of my ankles with something. Now I was tied up, and on my knees. I tried getting out, but no go.

I watched Lisa sit on the couch. Sarah got on her knees and started licking Lisa clean. She would smile at me from time to time, her teeth covered in cum. Lisa came again. Then they began hugging and kissing. Lisa started to lick Sarah. She continued until Sarah came. They relaxed. All the time I was so aroused. I thought about throwing myself down onto my front so I could get friction and come. I didn’t, though.

Lisa got up and strutted over to me.

“What shall we do with helpless Pete? Now that we have him tied up, it seems a pity to waste the opportunity.”

Sarah came over. They were both standing over me, naked. I moaned.

“Get me off, please.” I must surely have sounded desperate.

Sarah came around and undid the ankle thing, so I could stand up. She grabbed me by the cock and pulled me toward the bedroom.

“Come with me, Pete. Sarah will help you out, don’t worry.” She pushed me onto the bed, on my back.

“Pete, don’t you dare come inside Sarah, no matter what.” Lisa said this in a stern voice. Sarah mounted me. She smiled as she did it.

“I’m going to wring him dry. After that, you can punish him for disobedience.”

Lisa said, “That’s a plan.” Sarah began slowly humping my dick. She leaned over and kissed my eyes. She tongued them. She was moving faster. She felt so tight. I tried as hard as I could to keep from coming. But it was useless. She came, and it called forth my orgasm. I had lost. (But really won.) I wondered what my punishment would be.

Lisa told Sarah to sit against the headboard, spread her legs.

“Clean her up, Pete!” She was forceful as she said it. I was a little hesitant. I rolled over onto my stomach. Sarah pulled me up toward her. I began to lick. It wasn’t so bad. I actually was getting into it, when Lisa smacked my ass with some sort of paddle. (Later found to be a ping pong paddle.)

“Take that, you unfaithful brute!” Lisa was giggling.

Smack, smack, smack. Ten times.

Sarah was watching. She had an orgasm. I had not cried out while getting spanked, although it hurt. I’m sure my ass was red. But my cock was hard again. I didn’t want Lisa to see that, but they gave me no choice. Lisa rolled me over. There it was! No hiding.

“Looks like Pete has another tasty kink,” Sarah giggled.

“Do you want me to spank you some more, Pete?” Lisa actually seemed curious.

“No. No. Yes, maybe.”

“Roll him over, Lisa. It’s my turn.”

Sarah spanked me ten more times. I didn’t come, but I didn’t lose my erection. Lisa got me off with her hand. I spurted several feet in the air. The girls were impressed. They untied me.

“Okay, we’ll all have to reconsider our agreements, ” Lisa said. “Time for that tomorrow. Let’s clean up and go to bed.”

All three of us showered together. Sarah’s bed was a king. I fell asleep between the two of them. In the morning, I woke up with me spooned around Lisa, and Sarah spooned around me. That led to me being hard again. Lisa woke up, began to wriggle. Sarah was awakened, I think, by me moaning. Lisa pushed me away. She moved her face between Sarah’s legs and started to lick her. She was on her knees on the bed. She wiggled her ass. I didn’t need an invitation.

When we were all finished, showered and dressed, we made eggs and toast for breakfast.

Lisa said, “Based upon last night and this morning, I feel our agreement about Sarah is unworkable. I suggest that we agree to be faithful to each other, except for Sarah. And, with Sarah, only if we are a threesome. No one on one.”

“Okay,” I said. “Is that okay with you, Sarah?”

“Yep, but although you two are kinda monogamous, except for me, I’m free to see who I want to see.”

“Sure,” Lisa said. “Just leave a tie on the door.”

That’s how it went, too. Lisa and I kept our promises to be faithful, except for Sarah. We’d see her about once a week. The three of us explored our respective kinks. That left me sore-assed sometimes. Lisa and Sarah, too.

The college years passed. Sarah hooked up with a guy, Jerome, that she liked a lot. That was our senior year. The threesomes slacked off after that, but didn’t end completely. Then Jerome got Sarah pregnant (I’m not sure how, as she was always on the pill. Not my immediate business.)

I got into law school. Lisa got a job a county away teaching junior high English and Literature. Sarah had her baby. A boy, Jay. Maybe you’re wondering if perhaps the kid was mine. No. Jerome was a light skinned black man. The baby was, too.

And the big news, Lisa and I got married the week after graduation. Mostly family came, with Sarah, Jerome and some others from school. We had a big party after.

At the party, Jerome and I found ourselves sitting at a table watching our wives dance with each other. It was a risqué dance.

Jerome said, “Pete, I’m looking at those two and they seem very close. You’ve known them a while. Can I ask…you know.”

“Have you asked Sarah?”

“She wanted to ‘let the past be past,'” he said.

“Maybe that’s for the best. I’ll say this, and I hope you’re not too sensitive, the three of us used to be very close. We don’t do that now, and haven’t since Sarah met you.”

‘Okay. I think I get the picture. Thanks.”

Sarah and Jerome had another baby, Lisa. (Yes, after my Lisa.) And the next big news, Lisa got pregnant during the first year of law school. It was somewhat unplanned. Lisa had an issue with the pill, and so we practiced the rhythm method. Somewhere, we lost the beat. Byron came along. Lisa had the baby in late July, and went back to teaching after New Year. I switched to some evening classes, so I’d be home for Byron. That worked out well.

I got out of law school and we had the twins a year later, also in July. I was making some money then, with my real estate mill. Lisa could take the year off. That also worked out well.

My law practice was not in the college town, but on the other side of the next county where Lisa worked. Jerome and Sarah lived near us. We socialized a lot. There were others in our group, including Russ and Leann Mason, who were working for me, and Charles and Mandy Carter, the investigators. All of us had kids, mostly the same ages.

Things moved along quite well for me and Lisa. She returned to teaching for a while. Then she switched up and took a job at the local branch of a company that produced educational materials. Her office had about ten people in it. She was in charge of reading proposals for the published work. Her boss was Elaine Chow. A very nice person in her sixties. Lisa really liked the work.

Things moved right along. It had been eight years since I got out of law school. Lisa and I had a very active sex life all this time. Maybe when we were amidst law school and a baby, things fell off some. But they picked right up soon after that. We had a lot of intimate knowledge of each other, due in part to our long dalliance with Sarah. We put it to good use. The house was big enough that we could do stuff without the kids hearing. Both of us kept in shape. Lisa was in a gym, and worked out three or four times a week. I ran every day except Sunday, and I had taken membership in a gym that specialized in mixed martial arts. I didn’t really fight. But I used the heavy bag, kicks and punches, and sparred some with other less skilled guys. Jerome had recommended that to me. He said, accurately, that it was a great way to keep in overall shape. Jerome was a lot better at it that I was, and actually took some fights. Sarah didn’t like that, because he’d come home beat up sometimes. But, just from sparring, so did I. Lisa took it in stride. She recalled my story about high school and bullying. By then, of course, she’d seen all the scars.

One thing I found out, by doing MMA, was that, despite my smooth life, I still had that rage beneath the surface. Once in a while it would come out at the gym. Almost always that happened when I was at the heavy bag. But I did let loose on a guy once who was bothersome and a jerk. The gym owner, Les Beatty, read me out for that, but sympathized. I thought that MMA was a good way to keep the beast at bay.

About a month ago Lisa got word of a new boss. Elaine had retired early and no one at the branch office had enough experience to take over. A guy was to come in from New York. His name was Darrel Alvin King. I heard that he was coming to take over when Lisa and Sarah were talking on the patio one afternoon, and I had a window open in the office.

Lisa said, in a low voice, “We have a new boss coming in. You’ll never guess.”

“What? Who is it?”

“Dak. It’s Dak.”

“Oh my God! I thought he went to India.”

“All I know is that Darrel Alvin King is coming from New York to take the reins.”

“What are you going to do? Can you work with him? I don’t think I could. After, you know…”

“I don’t know what I’ll do. I am curious to see him.”

“But you won’t just see him. You’ll work for him.”

“It’s been seventeen years since we last saw him. It may not be a problem. Maybe he’s old and fat.” Lisa didn’t sound hopeful.

“But you and I know him. He’d be about forty-two or three. He won’t be old. And, I bet, he won’t be fat either. I can still remember how he could pick me up and fuck me without any apparent effort.”

“I can just have a talk with him. Maybe he’s married. Maybe he has kids. I just have to see what the situation is before I decide what to do.”

“Are you going to discuss it with Pete. He should probably be apprised. Not to say warned.”

“Are you gong to warn Jerome? No.”

“But I don’t have to see him. And I will not see him.”

Lisa said, “Um hmmm.”

“I won’t. I love Jerome and the kids.”

That was the end of the talk, and I was worried by it, for sure. I vaguely recalled them talking about Dak. I thought things over, and remembered that he was the one who did tantric sex with both of them. That was still in Lisa’s and my repertoire. I loved it, but we couldn’t do it too much because it was so difficult. I thought it had been two years since we had done that.

I decided to bring up her work with Lisa, to give her a chance to tell me about Dak. But when I came downstairs Sarah was still there. Suddenly, I had a change of heart. I saw no reason to beat around the bush.

They were still on the patio out back. I walked out, sat down, and looked at them.

“Tell me about this Dak.”

I got a shocked look from both.

“I heard what you said. It didn’t make me feel secure at all. Especially you, Lisa. Sarah seems to have decided to avoid him. But not you.”

“I can’t avoid him, if I want to keep my job.”

“What is the fuss about? Is he some super sex guy?” There was a long pause in which neither of them looked directly at me. I looked at Lisa.

“Look at me, Lisa. Is he some sexual god? How much do I have to worry?”

“He’s…..very attractive.”

“So am I. Why do I have to worry about this guy? Sarah? Lisa doesn’t seem to open about it. I need to know what I’m dealing with here.”

Sarah said, “Yes, he’s he best I ever had. He taught me that tantric thing. And he taught Lisa too. He’s just a sexual phenom. Or he was, seventeen years ago.”

I said, “Lisa, is he the best you ever had as well?”

“Yes, just in terms of pure sex. I never loved him like I do you. I never had the kinds of playful, creative sex with him, like with you. But he’s big, assertive, and he’s so very talented. Or he was. Don’t know about now.”

“I appreciate your honesty, I guess.” I looked down. I stood up and walked into the kitchen. I glanced out the window, and saw them with their heads together. I got a drink and walked back out.

“Lisa, I assume that you were going to tell me that this guy would be your new boss.” She was silent. Then, “I hadn’t decided.”

“I think you had decided. I think you were going to keep me out of the loop, right?”

“I was certainly considering it. I just thought it would cause you anxiety.”

“Well, I do have something to worry about, yes?”

“Probably. If he’s like he was. If he’s not already a family man. If he comes on to me. Maybe I would give in. I hope not. But both Sarah and I would be in danger, if we were to spend a lot of time with him.”

Sarah said, “That’s very true, Pete. Why I won’t even try to see him. If I see him on the street, I’m walking the other way.”

“It’s that bad? No incidental contact?”

“Yes.” Sarah looked down.

“So you believe that if Lisa works with him….for him…she’ll end up in his bed?”

“Yes.” Sarah looked at Lisa.

“When is he coming?”

Lisa whispered, “Next Monday, a week away.”

“I expect daily reports from you. If he turns up early, I want to know. And I’d like to be introduced on the very day he arrives at your work. Not a moment to waste.”

“Okay. But Pete,” she said, “I won’t betray you.”

“I’ll help you with that, though.” I got up and left.

I went into the office and looked up this fellow that had thrown such a wrench into my life. Darrell Alvin King was a vice president of Lisa’s corporation. He was pictured in one article about him. He looked big, and handsome. He had a long, dark ponytail, and a rugged face. He was thought to be an up and comer in the business. I wondered why he was coming to the backwater.

Further research revealed that he was regarded in New York as one of the city’s most eligible and desirable bachelors. There were more pictures. One had him in a bathing suit. He was cut. It was less than a year old.

Then there was a little blurb in an article. Dak was the east coast MMA amateur champion. I looked that up. I was able to watch some of his bouts from the last year. He was terrific. He wasn’t a brawler. Instead, he seemed to pick apart his opponents. He simply hit them so often, and hard, that they couldn’t get up. He never seemed to dive onto them, like most fighters. I watched several bouts. I concluded that he was essentially cruel, punishing the other guy like a cat toying with a mouse. I thought that he could easily go pro. I was really worried now.

This guy could fuck up my entire life. Might not take him that long, either.

I thought more about him. I called Charles and Mandy’s house. I got Charles (not Charlie). I explained to him that I needed really deep background on this guy. And I explained why, asking him not to tell anyone else, including Mandy, who was Lisa’s good friend. He said he’d get right on it. I knew he would do his best, and that his best was pretty good. But I also called an old friend of mine from my neighborhood. Vincent Rizzo was in the business of industrial espionage. He and I had helped each other out of some jams in school. I kept in touch with him over the years.

I told him about my problem, and I asked him to do a real work up on this guy. I told him I had my regular people on it, but that I needed to do whatever I could. He agreed to do a rush job, but a thorough one. I paid him his going rate. The friendship was for the rush service.

Then I went back downstairs. Sarah had gone. The kids were at various friends’ houses.

Lisa was in the kitchen, looking pensive.

“Lisa, maybe you should just quit your job. Go back to teaching. You liked that.”

“I did. But I like this job as well. I understand your fears, though. I will not betray you, I swear.”

“No matter how much you’d like to.”

“Don’t say that. I was honest.”

“I know, and I really appreciate that. But maybe I provoked it somewhat. I’m not at all comfortable with this situation. It’s our life. Our family.”

“What’s the worst? I won’t run away with him. He won’t replace you.”

“He’ll fuck you.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, would it?”

“The end of us.”

“You mean that.”

“Yes, I do. I’ll do what I can to stop it. And you should too, but I’m not hearing you say that you will. Rather the opposite.”

“You’re going to do a Reagan on me aren’t you: trust but verify.”

“I never liked that statement. It implies no trust if you have to verify. Makes no sense. In this case I think that you would agree that I’d be a fool to trust you.”

“I won’t betray you, Pete. I won’t betray our family.”

“Okay.”

We went up to bed. Lisa came in her regular PJ’s. I made a move on her anyway. She resisted for a short time, until I started licking her neck. She got into it. She got out of her PJ’s. We had a good time. If we hadn’t, I’d have been a lot more worried.

The week passed by with no further strain. Lisa was a little pensive. I asked Sarah to lunch on Wednesday. She and I spoke about Dak, and why Lisa was so taken with him. She explained that not only was he great at sex, but that she was very young when she was with him, and he was big and brash, a weakness of hers. He was her perfect storm.

I got the report from Charles, which just had a little more depth than what I had from my own research.

Then I got Vincent’s report, orally on the phone. He told me that Dak had been transferred out to our city from New York, and that people at the home office thought it strange. (So did I.) Rumor had it that he had messed up a deal with some Texas people. Another rumor had it that he made the request himself, out of the blue. Vincent thought that the Texas story was wrong. He thought that Dak really wanted to come west, for some reason.

When I got this report, I called Jerome, invited him to lunch Friday. I informed him of the entire situation, including Sarah’s part. I let him know that Sarah steadfastly refused to see Dak. But, I also let him know the reason that she was so adamant. Then I explained that it seemed as if Dak had bagged his career path to come to this specific office. That worried both of us. He said he’d keep track of Sarah’s texts, or calls. And emails. They had an arrangement where each had access to the other’s stuff. I told him that if she got something from Dak, she’d also know that you might see it. That made him think.

The weekend came. I asked Lisa if Dak had made any pre-Monday communications with the office. “No,” she said. With her? “No,” she said.

Later, I called Jerome. He had found a call from a New York number to Sarah’s cell phone. He gave me the number. The call had been answered. It lasted four minutes. He hadn’t mentioned it to her yet. I ran the number through a reverse directory. It was King’s cell. I let Jerome know. He asked me to speak to Sarah.

I called Sarah, said I’d be outside her house in five. She was waiting.

“What did Dak say when he called?”

She looked pissed. “You had Jerome spy on me.”

“Yes. What did he want?”

“He called to tell me that he was moving to town today. He started his new job Monday. Did I want to have lunch tomorrow?”

“And?”

“And I said no. I asked him not to call again. I was married and happy. He said okay.”

“Did you ask about Lisa?”

“He said he had called her also. But just to say hello, and assure her that she was safe working with him.”

“Did you talk to Lisa about that call?”

“Yes. She described it the same.”

“Okay, thanks. Please don’t blame Jerome. It’s me that you should blame, if anyone.”

“Hah! It’s both of you. No trust”

“Would you trust Lisa, if you were I?”

“No.” She walked off.

I didn’t trust her either, especially since she hadn’t told me about Dak’s call.

Monday morning rolled around. Lisa and I left early for her work. When we arrived, we were walking up toward the entrance door when an Uber pulled up, and out got Dak. The fucker was impressive, in a sharp, muted green suit, lavender tie, brown loafers. And he was very big and imposing.

Lisa said, “There he is.”

He turned to look at us. “Lisa, hello.” He held out his arms to her. She offered her hand.

“This is my husband, Peter. He decided to come today to meet my new boss.”

Dak took her hand. Then he offered me a handshake, which I accepted. There was no macho squeezing.

Dak said, “Happy to meet you. I hope to be seeing a lot of you.”

Lisa said “Pete’s a lawyer.”

“I know, real estate closings. Very profitable.”

I thought that he had investigated me as thoroughly as I had him.

He said, “I also hear that you do MMA. Me, too. Maybe we can spar around a little.”

“I’m certainly not in your league, Mr. King. Sparring might be dangerous.”

“No, I wouldn’t hurt you, Peter.”

“That’s not what I meant, Mr. King.”

Lisa, interrupted, “Shouldn’t we be going up? Peter wants to come up today.”

“He’s always welcome.” They walked through the door, entered an elevator to the fifth floor. Dak ushered the two of them into the office.

“Have a seat, Peter. I need to see my new digs. Lisa, can you show me where to go?”

Lisa pointed and walked down the hall. Dak stood for a moment. He watched her. He glanced at me. He followed her down the hall. They went into the corner office. Dak closed the door.

I had enough information, now, to understand that, for whatever reason, Dak was here to steal my wife. Maybe also Sarah. Why? No idea. He had many women to choose from in New York. Why didn’t make any difference anyway.

I waited for ten minutes. Dak and Lisa finally came out of his new office. She didn’t seem flustered. Nor did he. But there was no explanation of the amount of time spent.

I said, “Well, I’ll be going now. Lisa, can you walk me down to the car? Nice to meet you, Mr. King.”

‘You, too, Peter.”

When the elevator doors closed, no one else was with us.

“He’s here for you, Lisa. Maybe Sarah, too. But definitely you.”

“You’re paranoid, Pete. He was very nice. He told me that our past would not be brought up at all, and that no one at the office need know about it. I thanked him. That was it.”

“It had to be more than that. He closed the door. It took ten minutes. What you described would have taken two. What else?”

“He asked about Sarah. I told him about her family. I also told him that she was very leery of him, and did not want contact. He seemed down about that.”

“Lisa, he’s here for you. There’s no other reason. I’m not sure why now, or even why at all. But I know that’s what he wants. You need to quit your job. We don’t need the cash.”

“I won’t. I like the job. You’ll see, I won’t betray you.”

“What does that even mean? You’ve said that several times, just like that. What do you mean by betrayal?”

“I mean I won’t sneak around on you, fuck him behind your back. I won’t betray you. Clear?”

“Yes. I think it is clear. You need to quit your job. If not, we may be over.”

I turned and walked away. So did she.

The day went slowly by. We did several closings, and were efficient. But my attention was not up to par. Everyone noticed. Charles and Mandy were at the office for a consult on one of the PI cases. I decided to call a team meeting. Diane, Leann and Russ joined Charles and Mandy in the conference room. I briefly explained that Lisa had a new boss, and that she had had an intense relationship with him when she was young. Now, it seemed to me, he came west and gave up his career path to be in the same office as she. I described him. Except for Charles, all of them were skeptical. It didn’t make sense to them that Lisa would ever mess over me or her kids for some sex with an old flame. But I assured them that I believed she would do exactly that. They all promised to do some research about the matter in their spare time, and to keep an eye out on Lisa when they could. I thanked them. Really, I just wanted them all to know why I might be distracted for a while.

Lisa came home early. I was already there. It was just 4:30pm. She was surprised to see me, I think.

“Why are you home early, Pete?” Lisa was a little flushed.

“I was distracted at work. You know why. How did your day go. I note that you’re also here early. And you seem a bit flushed, like maybe you had something to drink?

“Shit. Maybe I did. I didn’t want you to notice and worry. Dak and I decided that we had to discuss the current situation away from the office. We went to Mike’s and got a booth. I had some wine. That’s all.”

“And you were going to hide this from me. Have you betrayed me already?”

“NO! But we did need to talk, and I was nervous as shit around him. So I ordered a wine.”

“Did your talk produce any decisions? Like where you were going to go to fuck?”

“Stop it, Pete. We were only gone a little early. We talked over several ideas. Dak is quite concerned that you will insist that I quit the job. That wouldn’t look good for him, right off like that. We just tried to think through how to proceed.”

“And….?”

“We didn’t come to any resolution. Going to give it a day or so.”

“I see. I’ll slip around and get the kids from AfterSchool.” I did that. They were happy to be home early. I played on the floor with the twins. Lisa cooked a quick meal. We all had a good time. Eight pm came and we put the kids to bed. Lisa poured herself some wine, sat in the living room.

“What ideas were you discussing with Dak? About your problem. Did you tell him that you didn’t believe that you could resist him, if you two were working together?”

“No. No.”

“Then how did you frame your dilemma? I mean, that’s the central difficulty, right.”

“Okay. I think Dak basically assumed that. And he assumed that you knew that. He pronounced it a conundrum. He said that he wouldn’t try me.”

“Did he indeed? And did you believe him?”

“No. I…..I told him so. That’s where we left it. Actually I was abrupt with him before I left. He just laughed at me when I told him I didn’t believe him. And that you wouldn’t either. I told him that you understood that he had left New York, and a life, to come here, and that you thought he was just after me. Maybe Sarah.”

“Are you going to quit, then? Seems like the only way.”

“I’m going to give this a few days, maybe until Friday, and see how things shake out. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I do mind. By then it could be all over.”

“I’ll say this again, Pete. I WILL NOT BETRAY YOU!” She got up and ran upstairs.

Things were cold between us that night and the next day. I saw no reason for Lisa to be upset with me. But she was.

She came home from work on Wednesday, excited.

“Dak believes that we should discuss our problem in person, not remotely. He has a company cottage reserved for the weekend. People have been invited. He has invited you and me. We would arrive Thursday evening, leave Sunday evening. I arranged for my folks to get the kids after school Thursday.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no? We have to deal with this somehow. This gives us a chance for rational discussion.”

“It gives him a chance to fuck you. That’s what it’s all about.”

“Pete, that’s not why he asked. We have to do this.”

“We don’t have to do it. You could just resign. The fact that you won’t tells me a lot.”

“Peter, you don’t even know this man. I do. I can assure you that he wants to smooth the situation over.”

“I’ll give it some thought.” I walked outside to do just that. The kids were being car- pooled today, and would arrive soon.

After considering all the options open to me, I decided that we had to go to the cabin. But I also decided that we wouldn’t go until after work on Friday. Three days were far too many for me to take, given what I thought might happen.

We had what must have seemed to the kids as an ordinary evening. Maybe one of the last. Then we sat again, this time at the kitchen table.

“I’m willing to go to this cabin, but not for three days. We can go up Saturday, stay over until Sunday. That should be enough time.”

Lisa said, “No, it might not be enough. I don’t even know whether Dak will agree.”

“Why would he buck that? He wants a private talk. This is his chance.”

“Well, we have to go at least on Friday, after work.”

“Why?”

“It’s just normal politeness.”

“I am not feeling like being polite.”

“Please, Pete, I’m asking, here.”

“Okay. But be aware that we might leave quickly. You know that, right?”

“It’s going to be okay, Pete. We’ll all have a good time.”

“What’s that mean. Who’s ‘we’ll all?'”

“You and I, I meant.” I noticed that she hadn’t used her favorite phrase this day.

I drifted off outside again. I made a list in my head of what I might need at this weekend get together. I shouted inside to Lisa, “Who else will be there?”

“Don’t know for sure. People Dak knows.”

I consulted with Sarah on Thursday from the office. I asked her what she thought about the cabin weekend. She seemed non-committal, almost disinterested. I was a little put out about it. Later I called Jerome. He had no real advice, except to take care.

The team at work were all against going. But I had decided that. We looked up the cabin. I had the address from Lisa. I made a careful study of what was there, and of the surrounding area. These new satellite images are great.

It looked like the ‘cabin’ was a very large structure, with an outdoor pool, basketball court, and hiking trails. A lake was close by, and there was a dock. There were several outbuildings, as well. I printed a picture. Several pictures. I put them in my hold-all.

Lisa snuggled up to me when we went to bed. She wanted sex, and I was only too happy to oblige. But I didn’t want lovey-dovey sex. I fucked her hard from behind. I reached around and rubbed her clit as I did that. She responded dramatically to the sex. It was really good for me also. Awas drifting off, she whispered that she loved me, and everything would be all right. I didn’t doubt the first, but did doubt the second.

Friday I was all packed for the jaunt, which, with traffic, would take about two hours or maybe more. I had a hold-all, and a duffle. Lisa had two small suitcases, that I put into my car before leaving for work. I was going to pick up Lisa from work. Dak was, allegedly, already at the cabin.

When I got to work, I went to Lisa’s cases, to open them. They were locked. That made me very curious, and nervous. I picked the locks. One case had what might be described as ordinary clothing. I noticed a new nightie, very sexy. Also, two bikinis. Small ones. The second, smaller case had some unmarked DVD’s, her lap top from home, and a fancy camera that she got for her birthday. It had digital movie capability, and could take fancy photos. I wasn’t comfortable with her packing, but nothing obvious was amiss. I locked the cases.

I picked Lisa up around 5:30. We had a light meal as I drove. We got to the cabin after eight o’clock. It had a gated entrance, which was open when we arrived. There were two cars parked in the small lot near the door. One was a Mercedes SUV. One was Sarah’s Toyota. I recognized it, dark or not, because I had done some work on it for her a month ago.

I braked the car to a stop, quite suddenly. I backed up, turned it around and headed out to the gate. Lisa screamed at me.

“What are you doing? Pete. Pete. Stop, please.” She was frantic, and clawed at the shifter.

I paid her no mind. But the gate was closed. It was not in view of the front door. I honked the horn, loud and long. The gate didn’t open. I shut off the engine, took the keys and got out.

I screamed at Lisa, “You set me up. What have you done?” She scrambled out of the car, ran up to me. She tried to hug me, but I pushed her away, hard. I jogged up to the gate. I could easily have climbed over. But then I would be leaving the field without Lisa. That wasn’t what I wanted.

“Pete, please just come inside. I promise you, promise you, that it will be okay. I won’t betray you. Pete, ever.”

“Why is Sarah here, Lisa? Is Jerome with her?”

“Yes, he’s here. They’ve been here since Thursday. It’s necessary that all four of us meet with Dak. It’s not just our problem. It’s theirs, too.”

I went to the car. I opened my hold-all and got my small .380 pistol out. Lisa didn’t see that. I tucked it into my belt, under my shirt. I jogged around the corner.

Lisa started shouting, “Pet, come back. Where are you going? Pete, Pete, Please.” She didn’t come after me, though. She could have done.

I went to the pool side of the building. I slipped in a back door I had located. Unlocked. I peered into one lighted room, where I heard voices. Dak was there, standing up, looking out the front window. Sarah and Jerome were sitting at a table, with wine. Dak had on some sort of dressing gown. Sarah wore a robe. Jerome seemed to be dressed only in shorts. Dak went to the door, to answer Lisa’s knock.

Lisa rushed in. “He saw Sarah’s car. He went ballistic. What are we going to do? Did you close the gate? He was going to drive away.”

Dak said, “The gate closes automatically.” I knew that was a lie, since it was open when we arrived. Anyway, they had to have heard the horn blasts. I decided to beard the lion, so to speak. I tucked the .380 in the back of my jeans, walked into the room, from behind all of them, who were looking at Lisa. Lisa saw me first.

“Pete. Thank God. We….we…”

“Y’all want to explain what’s going on here? Because, gate or no gate, I’m outta here if I don’t hear some reasonable explanation.” I spoke quietly, but they all heard.

I saw Dak move over to the desk in the corner. He was casual as he leaned on it. He started to speak, “Peter, we’re here to discuss the nature of all our relationships, going forward. We had a thought that you would not come out here, if you knew our intentions. But we only want a civil discussion. All of us.”

Lisa said, “I’m sorry that we didn’t tell you, but you wouldn’t have come.”

“Look, Lisa, I don’t want anything to do with Dak. I don’t want you to have anything to do with him either. I have lost you, I guess. You kept saying that you wouldn’t betray me. But this is betrayal, sneaking around, lying. Utter bullshit. I have absolutely no reason to discuss the nature of all our relationships going forward.”

Dak said, “Pete, we don’t mean any harm here. Lisa and Sarah and I have a type of bond, which obviously still exists. We all simply need to come to a reasonable agreement about how to deal with that.”

Sarah added, “Pete, I love you, you know that. Lisa loves you, very much. We three have been through a lot. When Dak came back, Lisa and I worried that his presence would screw up everything. We need to discuss it. And Dak has to be in on that.”

“Then all of you could have come to the house. There’s room there to have a discussion. Instead, you lured me out here on false pretenses, to a place where Dak has control of things. Not neutral ground. And when I tried to leave, Dak closed the gate. Then he just lied about that. You’ll all pardon me if I find these explanations foolishly transparent lies. Really, I thought better of all of you — you three. What about you, Jerome? Are you in on this charade?”

“I really didn’t have much choice, Pete. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

“You knew they were setting me up? Did Sarah fuck Dak last night? Did you? What’s the score?”

Dak said, “We should not discuss things in this way. Why don’t you get your bags from the car, and we can talk this over tomorrow?”

When he said this, a large African-American man appeared behind him. Dak glanced his way.

“This is Mr. Jenkins. He’ll help you with the bags.”

I looked at Mr. Jenkins. He was supposed to be muscle, for Dak’s use in imposing his will on everyone here. Mr. Jenkins and I looked at each other. We knew each other well. But neither he nor I gave any indication of that. His name was Roosevelt (Rosy) Jenkins. I met him when I was doing a criminal law clinic at law school. He was in trouble. I made arrangements for him to do a drug treatment program, instead of going to jail. He had done very well, and pulled himself out of addiction. I kept in touch with him sporadically. I knew that he had a job with a security firm, starting as a bouncer, moving up. Here he was.

I shrugged, “Mr. Jenkins and I can get the bags. But only if the gate is open when we get there. If it’s closed, I’m gone.”

I didn’t wait for an answer, just walked out past Rosy and through the front door. He came with me, a step behind. We rounded the corner to where my car was parked by the gate. The gate was opening.

“Rosy, what are you doing here?”

“This guy hired our firm, Pete. He told me that he thought he might be having a disruptive visitor. I guess that’s you. I see you’re strapped.”

“Yep. Get in, I have to move this car before we go back.”

He got in the car and I drove it beyond the gate. I parked in a small area off the road. Rosy and I got the bags. He had Lisa’s and I had mine. I locked the car and set the alarm. I stowed the .380 in my hold-all.

“I see you’re carrying as well, although it’s well done. Rosy, this man is big trouble. He’s trying to destroy everything I have, by taking my wife. Tell me, what happened Thursday?”

“The other two came. Jerome was unhappy. But King basically seduced him. He didn’t have to seduce Sarah. She was his from the start. In the end they all went upstairs to one bedroom. Can’t tell you what happened inside. This morning Jerome seemed okay with whatever happened.”

“What are your instructions about the troublesome visitor?”

“Keep him from using any weapons. King said he could easily take care of anything else. I believe my people said that he was some judo champ, or something.”

“Yeah, something.” I thought a minute as we walked. “Rosy, no matter what happens, I don’t want you to interfere. I don’t….I can’t actually use your help. If I can’t get through this on my own, then it’s a lost cause. Understand? I mean it. No matter. I won’t use the gun. Unless he has one. Does he?”

“No. No evidence of that at all. He’s physically confident. Doesn’t believe he needs a gun.”

“Okay. It seems likely to me that sooner or later he and I will fight it out. That’s fine. He will win, he’s good. Just call 911 if a hospital is needed. I think it will be needed. But, Rosy, that’s my burden and business. Okay?”

“Done. Hope all goes well.”

We were at the front door. Rosy showed me the way the room set up for me and, I assume, Lisa. It had a nice king bed, and a big window looking out on the pool area, and a basketball court. I stowed the bags, and we went back down. On the way I asked him about security.

“There’s cameras around the outside, and some alarms set up on natural approaches. That’s it as far as I know.”

We walked into the main room. All four of the others were at the big table where people ate. It looked as if they had been talking, but stopped when we entered. It was 9:30 and I thought the room was still full of energy. Tension, actually.

Lisa was sitting at the far end of the table, near Dak. Jerome was at the other end, and Sarah on the far side, by herself.

Dak said, “Did Mr. Jenkins get you settled?”

“Yes, he did, thank you. It seems a nice room.”

“Would you like something to drink? We have wine, beer, soft drinks, or something stronger.”

I saw that Lisa had wine, Sarah a beer, and Jerome had bottled water. Dak had nothing. I declined the offer.

“Lisa,” I said, ‘what do you believe can be accomplished here?”

Dak began, “Pete, I believe…..” I cut him off.

“I spoke to Lisa. She’s my wife. I wanted to get her idea of why we were here, not yours. I think you already told me what you thought. Lisa?”

“I just wanted to have a talk about the relationships among all of us. I wasn’t comfortable at my job, knowing that you were suspicious. But, since I wanted to keep my job, I wanted to establish…..well….I wanted to clear the air.”

“And, why come here? Why not have a nice dinner at our house?”

“That was Dak’s idea. He said we might feel freer here to say what we meant, and what we wanted.”

“So, Lisa, why do you think Dak closed the gate. And why is Mr. Jenkins here?”

“I don’t know. Why Dak?”

Dak said, “I closed the gate to keep you from foolishly leaving before we worked things out. Mr. Jenkins is here to make sure things don’t get out of hand.”

“You mean, he’s here to keep me from bucking?”

“No, not so much that. I didn’t know what the situation might entail. You could have come armed.”

“And, that’s why Mr. Jenkins is wearing a pistol? You have armed back up? Lisa, what do you say to that? Dak traps me here, then brings out an armed intimidator. This is the guy you want me to speak to, here, with a gun behind me?”

Lisa looked down.

Sarah said, “Pete, Dak was just being careful. We only wanted to talk.”

“So, Sarah, when you and Jerome got here, had you already decided that you would let Dak fuck you, or were you convinced after?”

Jerome said, “Don’t be crude, Pete. Sarah and I make our own decisions, together.”

“Jerome,” I asked, “was Mr. Jenkins here with his gun as you were deciding to let Dak make you a cuckold?”

Dak shouted, “That’s enough! What the three of us do is our own business.” He pounded the table.

I smiled at him. “Good show. I’m asking you right now, what are your intentions as to my wife?”

I was looking at Lisa when I said this. She glanced around the table. She seemed nervous.

“I have no firm intentions. Of course, I would welcome a sexual relationship with Lisa. However, I see that you would be unalterably opposed. So…..I will not pursue that.”

“Okay. Well, I guess that ends our interpersonal relationship discussion. What do you think Tom Brady will do this year?”

Lisa said, “Pete, sarcasm isn’t called for. No one has asked me.”

“Lisa, I believe the remainder of this discussion should be private. I suggest we retire.”

I got up and extended my arm toward the stairway. Lisa hesitated. No one else said anything. Lisa got up and walked past me to the stairs. I showed her the way to the room and opened the door. When we were inside, I took a chair and put it under the doorknob. Then I picked up a glass and spoon, balanced them on the chair.

“Are you nuts, Pete. What do you think will happen, a night attack?”

“Just a precaution. I’m taking a shower now.” I went into the large bathroom, stripped. I left the door open and started the water. Thirty seconds passed. I looked around the corner. Lisa was turned away, speaking on her cell phone. I got into the shower.

When I came out, Lisa was stretched out on the bed. No phone near.

“I need a shower, too,” she said. She got up, stripped, walked naked into the bathroom. The shower came on. I picked up her phone. The last call had been to a New York area code. Dak. I wondered why she thought she needed to call him. The call had lasted 98 seconds.

Lisa came out of the bathroom, launched herself at me. I had boxers on, but that was no impediment. She was on top of me, kissing me roughly, using her tongue. She slithered down my body and pulled out mu already erect cock. She licked and sucked it for a short while. Then she moved up and straddled me.

“You’re mine. I’m gonna fuck you up and down until you submit.”

“Okay.” It was a weak response, but she was already onto me, slowly fucking herself. She kissed me and licked my face. She bounced more and more. She was on a mission, and who was I to stop her?

I felt her come. It was enough to get me over. Then she gave me another kiss, a fierce one. She rolled off.

“What was that about?”

She said, “I just remembered how much you used to like it when Sarah and I took control. Lately we haven’t done that enough. Well, I haven’t. You like it, eh?

“I do.” We fell asleep. The next day I woke before dawn. Lisa was curled around me. I disengaged, went to brush my teeth. When I came out, it was light, and I saw Lisa staring out the window overlooking the basketball court. I heard some noise. I went over to see what the attraction might be.

It was Dak. He had a heavy bag hung from a stanchion. He was working out on it. Punches, kicks, twirling kicks. He wore only a thong. A well filled out thong. Lisa was staring at this display, and she was fingering herself.

“Having a good time?”

“Oh! Pete. Sorry, it’s just that…he’s so perfect. Look at him. I can’t help it, Pete. It’s a turn on.” Her fingers moved faster. She had an orgasm, but she didn’t stop with the fingers.

Dak upped his game some. It was obvious that he knew people were watching. Lisa was naked, and right in front of the window. The bag popped and shuddered. The guy was powerful and quick. The he stopped, took a deep bow. He walked into the house.

“Jesus,” moaned Lisa, “I forgot I was naked. He got an eyeful.”

“So. So did you. I imagine that that display was just for you.”

“You know, Pete,” she said thoughtfully, “I believe that that display was for you, more than me.”

“What? You mean intimidation. Is he threatening me? Because….You don’t mean that, do you? You mean he’s bisexual.”

“He was always bisexual when I knew him. I think he seduced Jerome last night. Sarah didn’t need to be seduced. I never thought of Jerome that way.”

“What did he say to you last night when you called him?” Lisa was shocked. She looked away.

I continued, “Look, Lisa, I know that you and the others have made some plan to get me on board, probably with an orgy. You…..you said you’d never betray me, and then you sneak around, conspire to……well to get fucked by your ex-lover. That’s what this is all about. Lies and deception. Fuck you all.”

Lisa looked up at me, smiled, “Yeah, fuck us all, all right.” She got up, still naked, and moved to hug me. I shoved her onto the bed.

“Don’t come near me. I have no trust at all in you. You are warned. You’ve put everything we have at risk. Us, our family. After this, it’ll never be the same.”

“Pete, I told you I wouldn’t betray you. I haven’t even kissed Dak since I was eighteen. I admit that all of us wanted to…..to have a sexfest out here. We did conspire to bring you around. If you say no to me, I’ll be disappointed. Very disappointed. But I won’t….mess around.”

“No.”

“Okay.”

“No means no, Lisa. We’ll talk later about your work. Now, what was the call to Dak?”

“I wanted to see if he had any ideas, you know, about how to get you on board.”

“And he told you to power fuck me, appeal to my submissive side.”

“Yes. I’m so sorry. I know how manipulative that was.” She started to tear up.

“How did he even know I had a submissive side?”

“Sarah and I told him about how the three of us had our threesomes. And how our wedding vows had an ‘except Sarah’ clause.” She was crying outright now. I didn’t feel sympathetic.

“I am just so disappointed in you. And in Sarah. How can I have any trust now? You both…..were…..dishonest and sneaky. Just to get fucked by Dak.”

“Sarah also wanted to get fucked by us, especially by you.”

“That’s reassuring. Did you want to get fucked by Jerome? I know you wanted to get fucked by Dak.”

“I wanted to let loose. Like we used to do. Only with Dak also. Sorry.”

I went over and put on some trunks, and shirt.

“Let’s get dressed and go down, give them all the bad news,” I said”

We went downstairs. Sarah and Dak were there. Jerome was outside by the pool. Dak had put on a robe. Sarah wore a bikini, a brief one. I smiled when I saw her.

“You like?” She smiled back, twirled. She looked great and I told her so.

Sarah,” said Lisa, “Pete figured out what’s happening here. He’s pissed at us, at me especially. He gave the whole thing a firm no.”

“Oh. Well, it could be great fun,” she said, looking at me with a smoldering stare, up and down. I was wearing bathing trunks, a muscle shirt. It was difficult not to be affected by Sarah. We had history.

I looked directly a Dak. “Don’t mess with Lisa. She’s my wife. We have kids. You are a big threat to all that. So, I can only emphasize what I just said.”

Dak smiled, “I’m certainly a threat, in the sense that your wedding vows didn’t make an exception for me. I know it’s been obvious to you from the start that I wanted Lisa. Maybe not so obvious that I wanted you and Jerome. I hope you’re not threatened by that.”

“Not interested. It was a good show this morning, though. I believe that Lisa and I will be going after breakfast.”

“Oh, please, Pete,” Lisa said. “Can’t we stay for the whole time. This is a great place, and now that we have set the sex thing aside, we can just have fun.”

“That’s right, Pete,” said Dak. He dropped his robe and flexed, adopting a muscle pose. Sarah and Lisa laughed. So did I. Because it was funny.

Jerome came inside. “Well, what’s up? Pete?”

“No orgy, Jerome, at least for Lisa and me.” He seemed a bit relieved, unlike his wife.

“I guess it’ll be okay. But I will not put up with more plots and lies.”

“Done. Let’s eat,” Dak said.

Mr. Jenkins has set out a mini-feast. Indeed he had. I didn’t eat much, some scrambled eggs, toast. The rest seemed hungry, and chowed down.

After breakfast, Lisa wanted to swim. Sarah wanted to run on the nearby trail. I agreed to go with her. When we togged up, we jogged up. It was almost a five mile loop. We took it easy, then picked up the pace. We finished in just over thirty-five minutes. When we got back, Jerome was doing laps. I didn’t see Dak or Lisa. I asked Jerome where they were. He pointed to the side deck, where there was a ping-pong table.

Lisa and Dak were playing pong. They were both good at it. Lisa used to do it a lot at school. The game was entertaining. I watched Dak carefully. He seemed a little slow in his reactions, and it looked like his right hand was swollen. Maybe the demonstration this morning had resulted in an injury. Lisa won, three sets to two. Lisa had changed into a bikini and Dak wore a normal bathing suit. I had run in my suit. I shucked my shoes, and ran to the pool, followed by Dak and Lisa. We dove in and began swimming around. It felt good. We had a water fight, and Jerome joined in.