After Eddy called on Saturday night, and with Donna still in the afterglow of picking up the three young studs for an all-night visit, I was only a little surprised that Donna agreed to go to Chicago for round two of what had started as my once in a lifetime fantasy without talking it over with me.
I guess with what I had put her through a month earlier she was entitled to at least a little leeway.
The week went by quickly. I arranged to take off work for a week starting that very Wednesday evening. Donna busied herself making sure our 3 kids had what they needed and that her parents were prepared for all foreseeable circumstances, both of us knowing that was not always enough. We told her parents that I had a business trip to Chicago planned and that if they watched the kids, Donna could come along.
I spent a lot of time wondering if my fantasy of five years wasn't opening doors for Donna that could never be closed. Sex was taking on a bigger role in our lives and though making love had never been so incredible for either of us, I couldn't help but wonder if Donna wasn't just pretending as she looked forward to her new found freedoms.
When I asked her point blank after an incredible late night role in the hay that ended with me dumping my entire load into her willing rear door, she insisted that if I had the right to tell her who she could or should spread her legs for, then I had every right to tell her that our new sexual freedoms could be ended the same way. She swore to me that she knew me well enough to know if she was pushing me to a place that I wasn't comfortable with and that she would stop immediately and never bring up the subject again the moment she saw any hesitancy or discomfort on my part.
We had in all our years together been very honest and very open with each other. It was almost a ritual that when one of us made a unilateral decision, the other would respect that decision but would at the appropriate time air all their feelings or add their own ideas. In this case, Donna accepted my fantasy and my decision and judgment in sending her to Chicago to visit with Eddy. She had returned from her weekend with a clean bill of health and with the knowledge of what her body was capable of. Any time I brought it up, she would discuss it freely but with a glow about her like a child that had been granted permission to raid the cookie jar.
She was still our kids Mom, but whenever she went somewhere on her own, she had a little extra in her step. Her dresses and skirts got shorter and it seemed like a game for her to see how many buttons on her blouse she could leave open. I never loved her more.
I booked the same one o'clock flight out of Kansas City to Chicago for that Friday, knowing that even with traffic we would be at Eddies door promptly at five. This time we would be flying together.
After a few discussions, I finally got Donna to tell me that this time she wanted me to join her and that I could take Eddy's advice and either participate or watch through his special one way mirror.
So far, I had heard directly from Donna's mouth, the real story of her two sexual adventures. I wasn't sure if I wanted to watch. We both decided there was enough to do for us to get ready and that we could use our drive from the airport to decide how to handle the hubby watches issue.
Four months ago, when I had gotten Donna to agree to my fantasy of sleeping with another man and a month since she had visited Eddy's brothel, I never believed we would be where we are today. With my doubts about Donna opening doors that would never close, the one thing I had to admit was that my wife had made up her mind and she was doing everything necessary in preparing to make it happen, just as she always had.
We talked about her night almost exactly one month ago, at Eddy's and we even talked about her seducing three young studs half her age. Other than the necessary plans, we never discussed the upcoming Friday night at Eddy's brothel. I was almost relieved because I knew that Donna's coping skills were being used, just as she had on the night of her first journey. I knew that she needed her time to come to terms with what was about to happen. I also knew that she would in her own time, ask all the necessary questions.
It wasn't until Friday morning that we looked at some of the possible outcomes and issues for this weekend. Unlike last time when Donna was told not to worry about what to wear, this time it somehow seemed important. Unlike last time when either of us could have gotten cold feet, this time we both knew from the moment Eddy called, that Donna was going back to the brothel.
Most of her first experience unknowns were now old information. This time Donna was nervous but in a different way. Last time she wondered if she could perform what would be expected of her. This time she worried that she could do these things in front of me and conversely what would I think of her after I saw her perform as a whore for a large group of black men.
We decided that the best course of action was to take a deep breath, pack some of Donna's sexiest outfits and just take it as it happened.