Suzanne pushed Ian ahead of her into the bedroom of her apartment. She was wrapped in a large fluffy white bath-towel and the white towel slippers that came with the room, and nothing else. Ian of course was fully dressed.
Suzanne flung open the doors to one of the large wardrobes that furnished the bedroom and swept her hand across the few clothes hanging within in an extravagant gesture.
"You know what we have to work with darling; you helped me pack and unpack! What do you recommend for dinner this evening?"
Ian looked at his wife. She was bubbly and full of confidence, obviously enjoying her new found licentiousness and freedom, and he wondered how his beautiful wife had kept this part of herself hidden for so long, until Graham Leicester had found a way to strip her of her normal decency and expose the burgeoning slut that must have hidden inside.
"Haven't you had any guidance from your Master Mr Leicester?" he asked in a slightly sarcastic tone, and immediately regretted it. Suzanne's bubbliness evaporated, and she looked at him concerned and startled.
"I'm sorry!" he immediately offered, "I didn't mean that to sound the way it did."
Suzanne came up to him and put her arms around him. "Oh sweetheart, you knew what we were getting into when we started this. Are you having regrets?"
She held Ian at arm's length and stared at his countenance, waiting for his answer, and Ian's mind reflected on the journey they had taken together. This had all started really because of his own desire to share his beautiful wife with the larger world. It was he that had the fantasies about exposing her to his friend, it was he that always wanted, and pushed for things to go further. Suzanne was right; they had both known what they were getting into when Ian had written his letter to Graham offering him his wife to use, asking for Graham to put her under contract.
As Suzanne watched his face, waiting for his answer to her question, he realised, rather shamefacedly, that his sarcasm had been the result of a fleeting post-orgasmic remorse, a brief concern that they were growing apart, when in reality he knew that they were as close as ever, it was just that a new dimension had been added to their lives. He remembered the same reaction when he and Suzanne had deliberately set out to expose her to John. Afterwards, when Suzanne had re-joined them in the study, wearing a filmy negligee and passively letting John take control, Ian had watched them and masturbated. He'd had the same post-orgasmic remorse then, but it had quickly passed.
"I'm really sorry," he said, "Sometimes, just after my need has been satisfied, I feel less confident about what we are doing. For a few moments immediately after I have cum I sometimes feel less sure. You just gave me an intense orgasmic experience, and I guess I was feeling the after-effects of that. I'm sorry. I really don't have any regrets. The upsides are so much more significant than any downsides. "
Suzanne kissed him lightly on the lips. "I'm glad to hear that. We are committed to this path by my contract for another couple of months at the very least, and if we don't take the early release clause, for much longer than that. Let's make sure that we talk honestly and openly about what we are thinking and feeling, we need to be in this together."
They smiled at each other, and sealed the deal with a longer, more intimate kiss. When they broke apart, they both knew that they had passed a key moment, that they now understood each other a little better, that they each had their worries but that they would go ahead as a team into the unknown, but exciting future. Much had been said between them that had been unsaid, as is often the case with married couples. They understood each other, and the recognition of that in itself had served to confirm their unique closeness.
After the kiss broke, Suzanne looked at the clock on the bedside table and shrieked. "I need to get going!"
Ian still looked thoughtful, and Suzanne paused again. "Are you really OK?"
"I'm fine," he replied, and smiled, "It's just that I was thinking about what I said. Seriously, shouldn't you be asking Graham if he has any preferences for what you wear tonight?"
Suzanne considered the question. "Mmmmm, maybe you're right. But I don't have much time. Be a dear will you and pop next door and ask him whilst I start to put on some make-up and tidy my hair."
It was only when Ian had stepped out of Suzanne's apartment door and he found himself on the open landing that he realised what he was doing. He was going to ask his own boss how he would like his wife to be dressed when he took her out on a dinner date with two black men, one of whom had already fucked her, whilst Ian stayed at home working. The thought and its connotations brought a twinge of excitement to Ian's groin, and he smiled to himself as he realised the truth of his own words. His post-orgasmic remorse was indeed short-lived. The humiliation of what he was about to do was already exciting him again. He stepped the few short paces to Graham's apartment door and rang the bell.
Graham answered in a towelling robe, vigorously drying his hair with another towel, and clearly having just stepped out of the shower.
"Come in Ian, come in. Get yourself a drink will you, just a small one, I know you have work to do. What can I do for you?"
Ian entered the apartment and did as he was bid, helping himself to a small gin and tonic from Graham's well-appointed wet bar.
"Can I get you one Graham?" he asked, as Graham continued to dry his hair.
