Terri sent me several e-mails in the next few days trying to get me to see her again. I was glad we had never given her too much real information about who we were. I acknowledged each of her communications briefly and when I had the chance, I wrote a longer note reminding her what our arrangement had been. Gradually, her e-mails calmed down, and my concerns over her emotional welfare diminished. She seemed fine.
In fact, after a few weeks, I was convinced she truly did understand what had happened. She also said she had met a wonderful man who was as good to her as she ever could have imagined. She seemed happy and very grateful for what Roger and I had provided. When she asked if we were still interested in offering the same "service" to others who needed it, I told her we would consider it.
It didn't surprise me that Roger was indeed interested. I guess I should have known that he would see this as a "legal" chance to have sex with other women. It made me a little nervous that he was so eager for another such experience, but he was still quite willing to let me take the lead and make all the arrangements. He said he was happy simply to support me in the "gifts" I wanted to give, and he promised never to contact any of the other women without my knowing about it.
I wrote to Terri and said we were still willing, and she told me about her best friend who really needed the "reassurance" that we had made possible for her. Her friend Jane sounded nice, so I agreed to meet with the two of them to talk. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
I drove the long distance back to see Terri and her friend Jane on a Saturday morning. Again, it didn't seem reasonable for Roger to come along until we were sure his "meeting" Jane was a good idea. Terri was glad to see me and seemed almost giddy to be playing the matchmaker in our potential arrangement. She introduced Jane, who was, I hated to admit, not a very attractive woman.
Jane didn't have much to say and didn't seem to have a real appreciation for what Roger and I were all about. I hated to admit it, but it just seemed like no one had wanted to have sex with her in a long time, and she thought this was a way to end up in bed with a really wonderful lover. I decided pretty quickly that this wasn't going to happen.
That was when the door burst open and two men came striding in.
"Hey, Terri," one called out, his voice a bit slurred (at 11:00 in the morning!). "It this the bitch whose husband fucked you?"
"God, Johnny! What the hell are you doing here? Have you been drinking? And who do you think you are to insult my guests like that?"
"So many damn questions. Well, I been thinkin' 'bout what you told me, about how you said you never had better sex than you had with this woman's husband . . . 'bout how your friend Jane needed to fuck that guy. Well, shit, I can fuck her as good as anybody else. Who are you to give her to him and not get me a piece, too?"
Terri's face was turning a bright red. I knew this had to be her new boyfriend, and I felt disgusted thinking this was the "wonderful new man" she had been bragging about. Well, this was enough for me. I stood up to leave.