The next morning, Bryan met with Kristen, her mom and aunt for brunch. Everyone was in a good mood and just happy to all be together again. They spent the day visiting points of interest in the city -- an outdoor market, an art museum, and a botanical garden. Bryan would have been bored out of his mind if Kristen had not been there. His hand itched to hold hers and walk together as one.
After dinner, it was time to head home, so Bryan and Kristen took their leave. The drive was pleasurable. They did hold hands in companionable silence, constantly glancing and smiling at each other. He didn't want to say anything and break the spell.
As they got close to home, she sighed heavily. "I hate for this weekend to end."
"Did you have a good time with your mom?"
"Yes, but you know that's not what I'm talking about."
"When does the boy get back."
"He should be home by now."
"Shit."
"Yes. Exactly what I was thinking."
"Do you want to go to my house tonight instead?"
"I can't do that, Bryan. This is all very complicated and fucked up. I have to try and explain last night to Tommy and that might not go well."
"You can always come to me. I love you, and as I said, I don't mind sharing you with the boy."
"I know. I love you, too. Unfortunately, love doesn't conquer all. This isn't about sharing just with Tommy, and you know it. It feels doomed to me."
Well, that was not what he wanted to here.
"What are you going to do, baby?"
She looked at him sideways. "I don't know. I don't think I was meant to be monogamous."
"I didn't think I was until I met you."
"Shit. Don't make me feel bad for becoming such a slut."
"I'm not judging you. I understand your confusion, but before you have to go, I just want to say one thing again. Coach is not good for you. Even if he meant well, it won't turn out that way."
"Yes, Tommy hates you, you hate Coach and a coach is just a smug asshole. I know that you're right. I get it."
"Do you? Really?"
"Yes, Bryan. I know what each of you are, but that doesn't make it any easier. It's complicated. Apparently, I'm a complicated slut."
"I'm the one who truly loves you," he said as he pulled up to her house.
"Yes, I know, baby," she said, looking at him with sorrowful eyes. "But you don't come baggage-free, do you?"
From an upstairs window, Tommy watched Kristen exit the car, take her bag, kiss Bryan on the lips like lovers parting and walk toward the house. Fucking hell, he thought. She did exactly what I asked her not to do.
As she entered their home, he came slowly down the stairs, hoping that his glare was burning a hole in her. She gave him an exasperated look and tried to walk past him up the stairs. He blocked her path.
"Tommy. Stop."
"You spent the weekend with him?" It was an accusation, not a question.
"I spent the weekend with mom. He was at a hotel."
"So you didn't bounce on his cock all weekend."
"Well ... part of it. Yes."
"Kristen, don't you care about what I want at all," he barked.
She looked right in his eyes without a hint of remorse. "I know exactly what you want. You want to watch me fuck other men. But here's the deal -- I pick who I sleep with. Not you."
"Well, yeah. I didn't mean ..."
"I know what you meant, Tommy. You just know that when I'm with Bryan I get carried away and forget to record it. So, you feel out in the cold."
That caught him off guard. Much of that was true. Maybe all of it. He didn't like Bryan. That was true, too. But he didn't like Kristen around Bryan, either.
"Well, yes. But you know I don't like him for very good reasons that go back years. He messed with a confused young woman. He took advantage of you," he responded defensively.
"Don't you think he cares more about me than your Coach ever did? Don't you think he loves me and worries about my welfare?"
"I don't know what he thinks except that he wants to take you away from me."
"He said he was willing to share me with you."
"I doubt that."
"Doubt all you like," she snapped and walked past him into their bedroom.
"Coach wants to see you," he shouted up after her.
"Why, so he can ignore me in person? Or maybe he wants to take a big stinking dump on my head in front of his friends."
"Baby, don't be like that." He could hear himself whining. "At least Coach plays by our rules."
"You're fooling yourself. He never has and he never will."
"OK, so he's not perfect, but you like how he makes you feel. You like what he can do to you."
"What are you doing, Tommy? Why are you pimping for Coach?"
"I thought you liked him. I thought you wanted him. You've been moping around the house for weeks cause he wouldn't pay attention to you. So, I set something up."
"YOU WHAT?" she screamed. "Did you BEG him to fuck me for you?"
"Not exactly," he said defensively. "It's his birthday today. He said he doesn't really celebrate it much, but I said he deserved a good present."
"So you offered me up on a platter?"
"Well, not like that. I just said you'd be happy to give him ... you know ... a present, and he said he'd like that."
"So what's your plan now?" she asked, voice register coming down as she looked at her phone. "I just show up at 10 p.m. for a booty call?"
"We show up."
"WE?" she shouted again.
"I'm not missing anything this time. You owe me ... you know ... after the weekend thing."
"Jesus Christ, Tommy. Is this what we've become?"
"I'm not ashamed, and I don't think you are," he said even more defensively than before. He realized that he meant it.
In the past few weeks he had found himself, or rather, who he was meant to be. He was not ashamed. The sexual thrill of watching his wife be used by Coach overcame every objection.
Kristen gave him a long angry look, then just spun on her heels and headed for the bathroom. Pretty soon, he heard the shower running.
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Just a little more than an hour later, Tommy knocked on the door of Coach's trailer. Kristen felt silly standing there on the concrete steps in her robe with a ridiculous set of lingerie underneath that Tommy bought her ages ago, although she was happy to see that it still mostly fit. Apparently, her boobs were the only part of her that had grown in a year. They were straining against the material.
She wore all red including stiletto pump heels and a flyaway babydoll with matching crotchless panties. She was completely decked out in see-through scarlet lace. Even her robe was lacy and translucent.
She had showered, put on her expensive Yves Saint Laurent perfume, and done her make-up to perfection. Her husband watched closely as she prepared for the date and insisted she wear this particular outfit. She felt like an escort showing up to a 'date.'
Tommy was bound and determined for this to happen. She wanted to be a good wife and please him, and especially because of the way she had snuck off with Bryan over the weekend. She didn't feel that she'd done anything wrong, but did believe she probably "owed" this to Tommy.
She didn't even feel that the outfit was all that sexy and more than a little uncomfortable. Its light fabric did nothing to keep her warm on this cool autumn evening. What turned men on, she would never understand.
When Leon opened the door, he looked confused or surprised, or both. Kristen also could not have been more shocked and disappointed. While hesitant at first to do this, she had talked herself into it on the ride over even thinking about the last time Coach fucked her in that bathroom. Seeing that Leon was here just pissed her off.
The big black man greeted the young couple with excitement and let them in. The TV was blaring with a football game -- Sunday night football. Of course.
They walked into the living room where she was surprised NOT to see Coach sitting on the edge of the sofa deeply absorbed in the latest play.
"What's going on? Where is he?" Kristen asked her husband. "He didn't even know we were coming."
Tommy had the wisdom to act apologetic. "I'm sorry, baby. I don't know how he could have misunderstood."
Leon jumped in. "Coach just forgot, is all. You know, the game and then Marilyn showed up," he said pointing toward the bedroom. "Something about her story getting axed tonight. Some kind of power struggle at the TV station with the sports director. She's on the warpath. Best keep your distance."
Something was knocking on the wall rhythmically and there was some loud moaning coming from the bedroom. Kristen gave her husband a blistering look.
"That's not what the warpath sounds like," she blurted out. "Let's go, Tommy. He can't even honor a date with me." Tommy looked pleadingly at Leon, who ran his fingers across what hair he had left.
"Come on, baby," the older man said with a broad toothy smile. "If you're looking for dick, I got a big black one here that you sure liked the other day."
"What?" Tommy said, looking at his wife. "When did that happen?"
"It's no big deal, honey," she said dismissively and still very pissed off. "Coach just wanted to test my new skills. Leon was here, so ... but I didn't let him fuck me."
A scream came from the bedroom.
"Thanks for bringing her over, son. I know Coach would have appreciated the gesture, but he's busy right now. You can take off, and I'll take care of this beauty." He turned to Kristen. "You sure look nice all dressed up, baby. Let's go into this other room and give you what you came for. You won't be sorry."
"Shut up, Leon," she said, pushing her way towards the bedroom. She slammed open the door ready to give Coach a piece of her mind.
As soon as they entered Coach's tiny bedroom, Kristen immediately noticed how bright it was. Who had this much light in a bedroom. Once her eyes adjusted, she saw that Coach was behind Marilyn straining to fuck her as hard as he could.
