Chapter 2
When I got out of bed the next morning, Frank was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee. He had his camera on his lap. I bent over, kissed him, and sat down beside him. "When did you get up?" I asked.
He looked up from his camera, "About an hour ago I guess. That sure was some day, wasn't it?"
I had dreaded the morning after. I wasn't sure what to expect. "My head is still spinning."
"I bet, he is quite a lover. I can't believe that equipment of his."
"I was shocked when I saw it, and even more so when he put it inside me."
"It was something to see. It must have felt great."
"It was a whole new world for me. I still can't believe I did it."
"I loved watching that big cock going in you and the way you took it in your mouth. You're so damned hot."
"I surprised myself," I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.
After Tim left yesterday, Frank was unsettled, like he had too much coffee, but I knew that wasn't it. I only wanted to rest and think about what happened, but I headed to the shower, brushed my teeth, fixed my hair, and walked into the room naked. Frank perked right up. I went to him and removed his pants. He didn't complain. Something seemed terribly wrong with letting Frank inside me, so I went to work with my hands and mouth. I was surprised at the excitement I felt when he started cumming. I kept jerking him until he had no more to give, but I still wanted more.
Later that evening we drove into town for dinner. Across from our booth was a cute couple having drinks. When I noticed the guy eyeing me I spread my legs for him. I had a flared skirt on. That made it easy. He smiled at me and I gave him a quick wink. At that moment I wished I hadn't worn underwear. I even toyed with the idea of going to the lady's room and removing them, but I didn't.
Looking back on it, I think all the things that happened, showing my breasts on the beach, Tim touching me in the water, Frank watching him fuck me, all of it together put me into a hypersexuality mindset. It was like all my morals were cast to the wayside.
Later when we went to bed my mind was still spinning. It was a restless night. When I finally fell asleep I had the craziest dreams. First, a man was gently holding and caressing me. He couldn't stop kissing me. I felt so loved and safe. Out of nowhere another man came along and tried to drag me away. He kept telling me to just spread my legs, let them all fuck me. That jolted me awake. Still terrified I looked around the trailer. It was empty except for me and Frank.
I struggled to fall back to sleep. When I tried, thoughts of Tim invaded my consciousness. I pictured his bright eyes, the way he laughed, his smile, the funny things he said, and in my thoughts, once again, he was making love to me. Just him. That was a relief.
While Tim and I lay naked after our wonderful sex, Frank kept pestering him until he agreed to come over at sunset tonight. At that moment I only wanted to lay with him and have him hold me. But I have to say when he agreed with Frank's plan for a repeat performance I was excited.
Now, after a restless night, I wasn't so sure. How could I have done it with someone other than my husband? Or allow Frank to watch me at my most intimate, vulnerable moment? I had allowed a nice man to be used for my husband's pleasure. What I did was wrong and it would be even worse if we were to put on a second performance.
Frank interrupted my thoughts by saying, "When Tim comes I was thinking I'd leave for a while."
"Why would you do that?" I asked even though I felt something stirring inside me.
"Well, I've got a plan. I was thinking how nice it would be to have a video of you two."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"I checked this morning, I can buy a program online that blocks faces. I'd love to see yours but we can hide his."
"Who's going to take the pictures?"
"I got my tripod. I'll get the thing all set up. All you have to do is press the button and forget about it." Frank pointed the camera toward me and snapped a photo. "This may be our last time with him, I want to make the video great. I figure without me here you can go wild."
I didn't know what to say. I loved the idea of being alone with him, and it might be the last time we are together.
I told him, "Ok, if you think it's best. I'll try to get him to go along with it."
By five o'clock I was getting nervous. I needed to get a shower, do my hair, put makeup on, and calm down before he arrived. Frank seemed nervous also. I hoped he hadn't changed his mind. When I came out of the shower he had his camera set up. That was good. For some reason, I was even more nervous than I was yesterday.
As the sun neared the horizon I was ready. When I walked into the kitchen Frank said, "I'm going to drive up to the house. Do you want me to pick anything up?"
"Actually, I did forget my white swimsuit. It should be in the top drawer."
"Okay. The remote is on the nightstand. Just hit record. It will be late when I get back. When you're done turn the porch lite on. That will signal me it's okay to come in."
I was excited by Frank's departure, but I did feel a pang of guilt. It didn't last long. My newfound sexuality took over. That should have alarmed me but it didn't.
I finished getting ready, poured myself a glass of wine, and tried to relax. Crazy thoughts kept roaming through my head.
How could I quit on Frank, or Tim for that matter? Trying to hold on to both of them would never work. And on top of that, it would be dishonest, I told myself, but I wasn't sure I believed it. Our marriage had been my world up until yesterday. Was that still important to me? Did Frank care anymore? After all, the whole thing had been his idea.
I finished my wine and went outside to sit and watch the sunset. Soon it disappeared below the horizon and still no Tim. I tried to convince myself that it was for the best. I closed my eyes and thought of what I should say to Frank on his return.
"You look like a girl that needs company."
I looked up and Tim was there. "I'm so glad you're here," I said in a gush. I reached out to him.
He took my hand and said quietly, "We better go inside. They're not in bed yet."
I smiled and led him into our place. He looked around and said, "Where's Frank?"
"He's out."
"What's with the camera."
"We need to talk. You better sit down." I paused while he settled in next to me on the sofa. "Ok, please hear me out." My old sensibility had returned. "I love being with you. I love everything about you, but what we did yesterday was wrong." Tim started to speak, I put my fingers on his lip. "It's so hard for me to say this, please?"
