Of course, this never happened. It certainly never happened to me. I'm a married man and husbands are always faithful. Aren't they?
Monday night, Charlie entered the Chambres des Hommes entrance and was greeted by the receptionist. "Angie will see you in her office," and pointed down a hall beside the reception desk. She probably recognized him from the night when he discovered his wife, Joanne, was 'entertaining' at Chez Femme. He was again in his windbreaker and slacks.
He knocked on the door marked 'Office' and was invited in. Angie was sitting at a desk, thumbing through a stack of papers. When he came in, she stood and hugged him. She was only a few inches shorter than his six foot, but she was in heels. Her hair was pulled back behind her ears, exposing large hoop earrings. She was wearing a dark blue blouse with quarter length sleeves and a gray skirt that hit her knees. Though in her forties or fifties, she was still beautiful. "How was the weekend?" She sat and directed him to a chair.
"Very interesting. I met Sheri."
She shook her head, "Sheri is a bad influence."
"I can imagine."
"We have a 'one man' rule. The ladies may entertain only one man at a time. But from midnight to one, everyone gathers in the parlor and anything goes. She has been known to take on three at a time. She's here two or three times a week and most weekends. I think she would be called a nympho."
"She came over for breakfast Sunday morning."
"And?"
"I fucked her."
"And what did Joanne think?"
He shrugged, "Fucked her, too."
She laughed, "Sounds like fun." She stood, pulled him close and they hugged. "Have you decided? Divorce, demand she quit or accept it?"
"I took the day off and considered it. I love her and I think she loves me, but we have a different view of marriage. I've always been faithful to her. She was more than enough woman for me. But now I find out she doesn't think I'm enough for her. Well, to hell with it. I'll change my attitude. I enjoyed sex with Sheri and especially with you. There have been other women that have flirted with me and I've brushed them off, but not anymore."
"So you're going to divorce her?"
"No. Not many men get to sleep with a prostitute every night for free. No, I'm separating our finances but we'll still live together, still screw every night, and I will still take care of her."
"So if she quits, will you take her back?"
"I didn't let her go, I just found out I was sharing her. Take her back? If she wants to quit, that's her decision. I no longer care. If she quits, I still couldn't trust her. She goes out with the girls, goes shopping, says she's taking a business trip, I can assume she's probably cheating."
"So, if you're seeing other women, suppose you find one you feel will be true to you?"
"If I'm screwing a woman who knows I'm married, how would I ever trust her? I've got to admit, Joanne has ruined my trust in women. I don't know if I'll ever get over it."
"Well, if that's the case, you don't need me anymore."
"Au contraire. I'm going to see other women and I want to be the best fuck they've ever had. And I think you can help me with that. Are you willing?"
She smiled, "More than. Follow me." Her dress was full enough to swing as she walked, but snug at the waist to show off her swaying hips. He could not help but admire her ass.
Beyond the office was a small sitting room. It was fresh and white with accents of blue and green. On the wall was a painting of a blue flower that was vaguely erotic. He thought it might be an O'Keeffe. There was a white on white striped love seat and two matching club chairs. On the glass coffee table were fashion magazines. The white bookshelf had a few books, a blue vase, and some small trinkets.
"I love the décor."
"Thank you. I use this room to interview applicants." She motioned him to the love seat.
"Men or women?"
"Both. I think you can understand, not every woman is suited to this life style, even though she might be curious. When Joanne came in, I tried to reject her. From what she said, you and she were having great sex. But she had been around Sheri, and wanted to join.
"Also, I am very choosey about the gentlemen I allow to join."
He raised his eyebrows. "You check to see how well endowed they are?"
She chuckled, "No, I don't have sex with anyone. But I make sure they're clean. They must be cleared by my doctor and they're required to have monthly check ups, as are the ladies. No, I am interested in their character. Above all else, they must be gentlemen. Remember, the ladies choose their partners. Anyone not acceptable to them is quickly rejected. And I hate to return their membership fee."
"Fee?"
"Yes, a thousand a month." She walked to a sideboard. "You like scotch, if I remember correctly?"
"Yes."
"I have a thirty year old, single malt you might like."
He smiled, "Some things get better with age."
She returned the smile, "Thank you."
She poured two brandy snifters and offered him one.
She sat on the couch next to him.
"First, I'm excited by your being here. Knowing we will be having sex already has me wet. Which gives you an advantage."
"Not really. Walking in, I had this blistering hard on." He rubbed the front of his khakis.
