My Wife Is a Fuc Buddy

Life continued as normal. Or at least that's what I thought. I still had my erectile dysfunction and still took Viagra. Eve gave me erotic support so that I could sustain my erection. I enjoyed the resultant sex and so did Eve. I still fantasied about Eve having lesbian sex with Liz.

From time to time Eve and Liz would go to Southampton for a girl's night out. I would meet them at the railway station and we would stop at Liz's house for a nightcap (non-alcoholic for me as I was their driver). Rose would get blind drunk and I would prepare her a re-hydrating breakfast. She wouldn't want sex the following night.

THE ENTERTAINER

I didn't realise that Liz and my wife were having a 3 way with a man. He was called Richard. He was a ship entertainer on a cruise ship.

Their days away had coincided with Richard's ship berthing at Southampton. Liz and Eve still talked for ages. Again it was mainly about the Richard and it wasn't about how well he was entertaining the holidaymakers.

Then came what should have been the giveaway. Eve wanted to stay overnight with Liz. It meant that they could attend a women only, weekend feminist festival and come back on the last train on Sunday. Had I checked I would have found that there was no such festival. The tickets they showed me were total fakes. But I had no reason to suspect their cover story.

Richard was wealthy. He had loved it when he went on cruises with his parents. He was also a natural performer, both on stage and in bed. Now he got paid for doing something he loved. It was his "paid holiday".

Cruise liner rules meant he couldn't have sex with the passengers or the crew. But he was free to pick up women at the ports of call.

He had a fuck buddy 3some with a mother and daughter in New York. Now he had a fuck buddy 3some in Southampton with my wife and Liz.

Not that it was all about sex. He wasn't allowed to use the fine dining areas of the ship (even though he could afford their charges). This denial of entry to fine dining was the worst part of his job, but it was the only bad part.

ELEGANCE ABOVE ALL

Not that it was all about sex. He took the Southampton duo to a Michelin star restaurant which boasted its "local, sustainable ethos that runs through the cooking of their home grown and reared produce. Their dishes being free from gimmicks, with careful preparation and attractive presentation on show throughout the tasting menu".

Richard paid for a luxury taxi and they sipped champagne as the elegantly dressed chaffeur took them to the swish and expensive restaurant. He had also paid for the swish clothes that Liz and my wife wore. They didn't stay at Southampton's most exclusive hotel. This was only because Richard liked the hotel nearest the cruise ship. It "only" got a 9.0 rating whereas the top hotel got 9.6.

It was in a designer conversion of a former warehouse. It only had 4 rooms and Richard booked 2 of them - the Executive double and an adjoining superior double. The 3 of them got "celebrity treatment with world-class service".

NEW YORK, NEW YORK

In New York Richard had a wider range of superb restaurants to go to. He allowed the mother to choose the restaurant. The mother and daughter used his elegant (and, as it turned out, over-priced) apartment which had an unrestricted view over Central Park.

He had purchased it off plan. Had he waited he could have saved himself $1 million. Unless there is a drastic upsurge in demand lots of the apartments on Billionaire's Row will remain unsold.

Richard told his father "I should have got a condo in lower Manhattan and got a great view of the waterfront. But I got taken in by the "join the elite" advertising. I should have gone for 1 Wall St. If I lost a $1 million on that property at least I could see the water and the ferries and the old ships and the liners and the ship museum and the lighthouse which acts as a memorial to the Titanic.

Who cares about land when you have water?"

As a birthday gift his father gave him a small one bed apartment at One Wall St. It acts as a pied a terre. He is happiest being an entertainer on the cruise ship. But he is only his true self at 1 Wall St.

Except for the support staff he never allows anyone into his apartment. His apartment on 1 Wall St is, he says "where I keep my soul and where only my true soulmate will be invited."

The mother and daughter living rent and expense free are not soulmates. They have never been inside the select entrance to 1 Wall St. They are fun, elegant and sexy but not soulmates. The mother and daughter aren't prostitutes. They genuinely like their benefactor and he likes them. But they are just fuck buddies who satisfy his particular combinations of needs and desires. He favours the mother for her common sense but the daughter for her sexuality. He enjoys fucking both of them. He gets something different from each of them.

He never sleeps with both at the same time. If forced to choose he would kick out the daughter and continue to fuck the mother. She has a few wrinkles but is elegance defined. But she still wouldn't get inside 1 Wall St.

BACK IN ENGLAND

While I sat in our small house with Rex for company, Eve was being treated to any of life's luxuries that she cared for. All she needed to do was to pick up the phone and the staff moved heaven and earth to get her what she wanted. She knew that her lover could afford it but didn't "kick the arse out of it".

This wasn't a "drink and eat all you can" experience. The theme was "be elegant at all times". And Eve has always been elegantly dressed. But now the expensive designer dresses accentuate her body without making her look tacky.

Richard prefers Eve to Liz. But unlike in New York he does want to have both women to sleep, and fuck him, in his extra large bed. Eve and Liz were both happy with this arrangement.

While I slept the 3 of them came back from the best meal the ladies had ever eaten. They were all tipsy but not drunk.

Richard looked from his balcony at Southampton Water and across to the park where the Pilgrim fathers set sail for America. America had given refuge to his grandparents when the Russian Tsarists enacted a pogrom.

His grandparents arrived at Lower Manhattan where they were processed (Ellis Island came later). They were poor. Yet they came with with the hope of freedom from state oppression. Many think that Lady Liberty represents freedom for those fleeing oppression. For Richard there are 2 better representations of American hospitality.

The first is the statue of the immigrants. The second is the Irish Famine memorial. Both are in The Battery. Richard often walks along The Battery and sees all 3 memorials. The statue of the Immigrants is his favourite, then the Irish famine and then Lady Liberty. To Richard all 3 show an America that has been a force for good in the world. Because of these statues Richard feels pride when more modern issues make patriotism more problematic. He takes this historical pride back into 1 Wall St.

While his body is in England his soul is American and only can it be itself in 1 Wall St.

Now as I slumber Richard turned somewhat reluctantly to my wife and Liz. Soon that reluctance would be dissipated in nocturnal nookie.

To be continued.