My hands were trembling as I dialed Joey's number. And I wondered what I would say when I heard his phone ringing. "Hey, Joey, Ellen loves how you fuck, so let's do it again." Yeah, right, that'll sound good. I disconnected quickly, trying to get ahold of myself. What was wrong with me? Here I had the most beautiful, loving woman a man could want and I wanted to offer her body to other men. And I just witnessed Joey's skillful plundering of her sex and wanted him to do it again. Well, Ellen was more than willing, even as she reassured me that she loved only me. Her take on sex was far more relaxed and simple than mine. To her, sex was just sex; the more the better. For me, it was far more complex. I envied both Ellen and Joey for their simple enjoyment of the act itself.
I sat back and let it all soak in, trying to make sense of it all. It didn't faze Ellen that she was carrying several hundred million of Joey's sperm cells, but that reality hit me in the gut. No matter the pleasure I enjoyed being with her, the simple truth was that I was no longer virile – and Joey was. And while I might try to match his skills in bed, I was no match for his superior size, and never could hope to be. That thought alone was deflating. The only compensation I suppose was Ellen's assurance that she would gladly be with only me, if that was what I wanted. But I was kidding myself supposing I wanted her to be monogamous. The simple truth was that it excited me when she was with other men. And I had actually witnessed her mating with Joey, and I knew I was hooked for good. And she had told me that she wanted him again and again and again...I mean, she had said just that.
So again, I dialed his number. I think that I was relieved that he didn't answer and the call went to voice mail. I left a brief message and asked him to call back. I sighed and returned to the bedroom where Ellen was sleeping. God, she looked so beautiful as she slept soundly and peacefully. Her breasts rose and fell softly with each breath. I thought back to only a few hours before when Joey had helped himself to her rounded treasures. Her Catholic schoolgirl outfit was scattered in pieces on the floor, the elastic tape, which had bound her breasts, lay across the edge of the bed where he had casually thrown it. From this peaceful scene, no one could have guessed at the intense passion that had filled the room only hours before. I tugged off my shorts and lay beside her. Ellen silently rolled to one side and as she did I moved next to her only to find that I was lying on a sickeningly wet spot. Well, perhaps the fluid was mine, but more likely it had fluids from both of the men who had fucked her. I rolled over away from it, and did my best to get some sleep.
I was only dimly aware of my cell phone ringing on the nightstand. Groggily, I awoke and saw that Joey had just called and left a message. I listened, now fully awake.
"Hey, yeah, thanks for calling," I heard him say. "Going on a business trip for a few days, but, yeah, let's get together again when I return. Give Ellen my best. She's incredible! Thanks for setting us up! Looking forward to a repeat!"
"Yeah, you're welcome," I thought, somewhat pissd, as I hung up. And I turned again to find Ellen still blissfully asleep. And shot spot or not, I moved against her and cupped my hands around her breasts. It was true – she really was incredible, and whatever might happen, I was glad that she loved me.
The next few days were fairly typical, what with work and the usual pace of daily life. We spoke several times a day as we always did and she made no mention of her tryst with Joey. And then, on the third day, she mentioned that she had received several text messages from him and asked if I knew that he was on a business trip. I told her that I did remember something about that. She giggled and told me that he was being very naughty with his messages. Truthfully, I think she found him both amusing and highly entertaining. She knew what he was about – just a horny guy looking to get some, but she was obviously tickled by his fawning over her. Who could blame her for that? She was a middle-aged woman being actively pursued by a man who was years her junior and she enjoyed that.
"So," I asked as nonchalantly as I could manage, "should the three of us get together when he returns?"
"That'd be awesome!" she replied, in her usual bubbly way. "He's so much fun! Those other men I've been with are so clingy. Joey's just super fun!" I must have paused for more than few moments. "That is we can do it if you're still okay with it."
"I am, babe. God, it turns me on so much to watch you with him – watching the two of you together is incredible."
"Well, good then! I'll let him know. He's so persistent and such a bad boy!"
"And you're such a wonderful, bad girl. I love you so much, Ellen."
"Aw, and I love you too. You know I do. I wouldn't do this unless you enjoyed it too. I think in the future we should only do this together, don't you agree?"
"Well, truthfully, it might be kind of fun on occasion for just the two of you to be together, so long as I know and you tell me what happens."
"Okay, well, I'm sure we can do that too. But he'll be back in town on Friday and my son will be with his father, so let's just plan on that. Why don't you come over early and we can have a bite of dinner beforehand."
"Sounds great, sweetie. It's a date."
"Super. Come by straight after work. You can watch me shower and dress too. Would you like that?"
