"Are you okay?" Karla asked. She slowly approached Tom, who sat in a chair on their back porch overlooking an empty field. He sat in quiet contemplation, swirling a glass half-filled with whiskey. He nodded, focusing his gaze straight ahead, out into nothingness.
"Baby, we have to talk about it," Karla said. "I gave you some time, but I can't stand the silence anymore. Are you okay with what happened?"
At last he turned to her, his eyes glistening and bloodshot. "What's done is done," he said. "We can't un-ring that bell. It doesn't matter what I think."
"Of course it does," she said, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Baby, I never would have agreed to it if I didn't think you were on board."
"On board?" he repeated. "Karla, I'm the one who set it up! I'm the one who sat there and watched! Babe...I fucking came in my pants without being touched! I didn't even think that was possible. How could I have enjoyed it that much?"
"But that's what we wanted, right? To enjoy it. That's why we did it! It was a fantasy."
"It was your fantasy," he said, "not mine. I never should have agreed to it."
She sighed and stroked his hair with her fingernails. "Baby, I'm so sorry you feel that way. I thought we were good with sharing our fantasies and acting them out. We did the whole nurse-and-patient thing, we did the plumber-and-housewife scenario, and the babysitter-and-daddy..."
"I know what we did," he interrupted, "but that was all just the two of us. It's different now that we involved others."
"How so? What has changed? Nothing. We're still the same people we were, and we still love each other to pieces. That's all that matters, right?"
"Another man...
two
other men...stuck their dicks inside you."
"And...? So what? What does that change?"
"Everything."
"Why?" she asked.
She patiently waited while he gathered his thoughts. It had been her idea to set up the phony rape scenario. It had always been a dark fantasy of hers, and she saw it as another opportunity to apply her acting skills to enhance their sex life. Tom seemed to be completely on-board, even while it was happening. Something changed, however, when it was all over. As soon as the two men left, he became silent and sullen, lost in his thoughts.
"I shouldn't have enjoyed it," he said at last.
"But you did, and baby - it's okay! There was no harm done. You said you had them both tested, and they were clean. You met them several times before we set it up, and you checked them out as thoroughly as possible. You enjoyed it, they enjoyed it..."
"And you enjoyed it," he interrupted, turning to look at her.
"Well, yes, I did," she said softly. "But so what? That was the point, wasn't it?"
Tom turned away once more and stared off into space. "I shouldn't have enjoyed it," he muttered.
***
Asha kneeled on the floor by her back door, naked except for her collar and high heels. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing. It felt as though her heart was beating so rapidly it would burst at any moment. This was the moment she savored most of all: the anticipation.
She had been a bit of a wild child back in India. Her parents constantly lectured her about her reckless behavior, and Asha constantly gave them reasons to lecture. When she turned eighteen, they insisted that she marry. She was a promiscuous girl, however, and settling down with only one man for the rest of her life wasn't in her plans.
Then, one day, her parents walked in on her while she was blowing her boyfriend...and his best friend. Her father became so enraged, he threw Asha out of the house right there on the spot. He didn't even allow her to pack a suitcase. She was forced to live with a friend for a few days, but she knew it was only a temporary arrangement. With no one to pay for her advanced education, and no prospects for finding decent employment, it seemed she had painted herself into an inescapable corner.
Just when it seemed her life had hit rock-bottom, she received a visit from her mother. She was offered an opportunity to move to the United States, where she would live in a nice house and enjoy a decent living with plentiful opportunities for employment. There was only one catch: her mother had arranged for her to be married to a man named Sunil.
The moment she first met Sunil, Asha knew that she would never be attracted to him. Not only wasn't he physically her type, but his personality wasn't a good fit for her, either. He was shy and insecure. He had difficulty looking her in the eyes when he spoke. Nevertheless, she agreed to the marriage.
On the night they were married, Sunil crawled under the covers of their bed, fully-dressed. If they were to consummate their marriage, she would have to make the first move. He lay there, motionless, as she touched him. She felt as though he didn't know what to do with her - or perhaps that he didn't want her at all.
Over time, he learned to relax around her, and their relationship improved. Having children was important to both of them, so they had sex almost entirely for the purpose of procreation. After more than a year of trying, she still hadn't become pregnant. Tests revealed that she would never be able to have children.
Since then, it seemed that Sunil felt as though there were no more purpose for having sex. She began obsessing about sex to the point where she was unable to concentrate on anything else. That is when Art Clevinger entered the picture. She had always been drawn to him like a magnet since the day she met him. He was everything her husband was not: bold, charismatic, charming, fun-loving, confident, and crass. It was the crassness that appealed to her most. He would simply say things that others would never dare - and he didn't seem to care who he offended.
She chatted with him at a Christmas party one year and learned that they were reading the same book:
Fifty Shades of Grey.
She mentioned that she found the idea of becoming someone's submissive intriguing. That was all he needed to hear. Within a week, she found herself on all fours, wearing a dog collar, and being spanked hard with a leather belt. And she loved every second of it.
Serving Art was incredibly exciting to her. It was unlike anything else she had ever experienced. It was also calming in a strange way. For two hours a week, she was his to use in any way he pleased. She simply needed to silence her thoughts and concentrate only on his commands. It was simple and comforting.
She heard the footsteps and lowered her head, smiling in anticipation.
***
After the movie ended, Kiersten drove Holly and her friend, Tommy, to an ice cream stand. The three of them sat at a picnic table, each with a cone, chatting about the movie they had watched. It was hotter than usual for that time of the season, and Kiersten was having some difficulty eating her ice cream before it melted. She frantically rotated her cone, licking the dripping ice cream from the side.
"Now that reminds me of something," Tommy noted with a laugh.
"You're hilarious," Kiersten said. "If you weren't such a douchebag, you'd get me a napkin instead of making rude comments."
"If you weren't such a bitch, you wouldn't call me a douchebag while asking me for a favor!" he responded, giving Holly a wink. He rose from the table. "Fine, I'll get your fucking napkin."
Holly watched him walk away toward the ice cream stand. "So how do you two know each other?"
"We knew each other in high school," Kiersten noted. "We have a friendly little arrangement. He supplies me with weed and I blow him."
Holly's eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
"Oh, don't be such a prude," Kiersten said with a laugh. "Surely, they give blowjobs in Sheephumpin, Missouri - or wherever you're from."
"Yeah...of course."
Kiersten suddenly stopped what she was doing and peered into Holly's eyes. "Oh my god...you've never given a blowjob."
"What? No, of course I have!"
"Ho-ly shit! I can't believe it!" Kiersten exclaimed.
"Shh! He's coming back!" Holly responded.
On the drive home, Kiersten made an unexpected turn and parked in an abandoned lot. She turned to Tommy and motioned toward the back seat. Tommy smiled and got out of the car, then opened the back door and slid in next to Holly.
Holly giggled nervously. "Wh-what's going on? What are we doing?"
Without saying a word, Kiersten exited the car and walked around to the passenger side. She opened the door and ordered Tommy to slide over, positioning him in the middle of the two girls.
"Class is now in session," Kiersten announced.
"You...you're kidding, right?"
Kiersten giggled and reached over to unbutton Tommy's jeans. She unzipped his fly, and he helped her slide both his jeans and underwear around his ankles. Holly immediately turned away from them, looking out the window.
"Oh my god, look at her!" Kiersten said with a giggle. "She is so adorable!"
