Chapter 8

That night set the pattern for the three of us for what became the next week, then the next month, until suddenly I realized that it had been almost a full year since Cody had moved in with us. About the only change that had been made in those months was that we had gone to the furniture store one weekend, and purchased a larger bed. After that, Jack was allowed to spend a few nights each week in Cody's and my bed. It took me awhile to adjust to having a man on each side of me, but that happened quickly. I guess the advantage of having my lover on one side, readily available to satisfy my need for sex, and my husband on the other, in case I needed to satisfy other, darker urges, outweighed any disadvantages.

As the days became weeks, and the weeks became months, I continued to believe the lifestyle we were leading was the best of all possibilities. Cody quickly became the head of the household, and Jack just as quickly assumed the role of our subordinate, and even, in some ways, our slave. I assigned to him the housework duties I found onerous, which gave me more time to spoil my lover, and many were the evenings we spent in bed pleasuring one another, while the sounds of the vacuum cleaner could be heard through our bedroom door.

Jack never lost his utter fascination with watching Cody and I make love, and then performing his special services afterward. My lover, for his part, seemed to like having his cock sucked by my husband, and when I pretended jealousy once, and accusing him of liking that part better than what I gave him, he reassured me by saying, "Only a man knows how to give a good blow job. You don't need to think, though, that I in any way prefer that to fucking you. You're simply the best thing that ever happened to me, and always will be. I like Jack, but I love you."

Even with the wonderful way things were going for Cody and me, I could tell my husband was not as happy as I had expected. My first thought, of course, was that he was having second thoughts about being a cuckold, and was sorry he'd ever encouraged me to do that to him.

One afternoon, when my lover was working at the college pool, but my husband was at home because that year's term had ended, I asked him to sit with me on the couch, because I had something important to ask him. As we sat there, I put my arm around him and hugged him close, then said, "Honey, I don't believe you're as happy as you should be. Our lifestyle just couldn't be much better for Cody and me, but I'm wondering if you're having second thoughts about my cuckolding you. Is that what it is? Just remember that you promised to always tell me the truth."

He was unable to look directly at me, but instead just stared at his lap. At last he began to talk slowly and softly, but soon regained his normal volume, and the pain in his voice made me ashamed of myself for not thinking more about his needs, but instead always thinking first of Cody and myself.

As we sat there, he began, "I'm sorry I couldn't hide my problems from you. It's just that you've been so happy ever since Cody moved in with us that I didn't want to do anything to change that." After a short pause to control his emotions, he continued, "I should have known you'd know something was wrong, and yes, I'll tell you the truth, because I don't ever want us to go back to how we were a year ago."

I reassured him that I felt the same way, then waited until he would tell me what was bothering him.

"Do you remember way back then when we talked about you cuckolding me, and you made me tell you how I wanted it to be, and what I wanted to happen?" I nodded my answer, and he went on, "Well, the part I told you about..., you know, the things that came afterwards..., after you'd made me clean you and your lovers..., well, you haven't done those things to me."

As soon as he uttered the word "afterwards," I had a flashback to when I'd first read his story. Once more I recalled his description of being dragged to the garage by my lovers, and being hung by his wrists to prepare him for having his little weenie and peanuts whipped. It made me sad to think that all this time he'd been wanting us to do those things to him, but we had been so wrapped up in our own concerns that we never thought of my poor husband. I was almost in tears as I apologized to him for being so selfish, and then hugged him even tighter, while whispering in his ear, "I'll talk to Cody tonight and see what he thinks about doing something like that."

That particular scenario never came about, though, because fate intervened, as usually seems to happen when people make plans.

When Cody came home that evening, there was a stranger with him, a man who appeared to be the same age, and it was evident to me they were good friends. I wondered why I'd never met his friend during the year Cody had been living with us, but he soon explained the situation.

As soon as the two men came in the house, Cody said, "Sharon, Jack, this is my best bud, Josh. We were in Iraq together. When we got out, I came here to college and Josh got a job on an ocean freighter. Since he makes port in the States only a couple times a year, and the one six months ago was on the East Coast, I haven't seen him since moving in here with you guys. I've already told him all about us, so you don't need to be afraid to tell him anything."

That last part alone told me they must be really good friends, because the three of us had made every effort to keep our lifestyle secret. The fact that Cody had already told Josh about our lifestyle meant that he trusted him, and that was good enough for me. I would trust him, too, as well as accept him as part of the family.

Jack quickly set another place at the table, and he and I sat there enthralled as the two men recounted story after story of their shared experiences in the Middle East. Some of them were the same ones we'd already heard, but many were entirely new to us. All in all, by the time the meal was over and done with, the four of us were feeling very comfortable with one another.

Josh had brought a bottle of wine as his "gift for the house," and after dinner we sat in the living room sharing it, along with more of their interesting stories. As the evening progressed, the topics of conversation became more and more intimate, and to fill one quiet time I even made Jack tell Josh how he loved to serve Cody and me after we'd made love. It made me hot to see the way his throat almost locked up, and his face blushed bright red as he told our visitor how he sucked off his wife's lover, then ate out his wife after they'd had sex.

I was considering making him tell us the details of what he wanted done to him "afterwards," but didn't get the chance. Instead, Cody drained his glass, then stood and announced, "Well, folks, it's getting late. I think it's time for us to hit the sack, don't you?"

Josh agreed so quickly that I was sure they'd talked about this moment earlier in the day, but I wasn't completely sure of what they had planned until I said, "Well, if you're tired already, then we should go to bed. We have the guest bedroom where Jack stays sometimes, and Josh is welcome to use it for as long as he wants to stay with us."

Cody smiled directly at me, then said slyly, "Well, actually that wasn't what I had in mind. When we were in Iraq, we shared everything with each other, and I don't see any reason to not do that here. Do you?"

The implications of what he'd said, and the understanding that he'd offered to share me with his friend caused my brain to lock up for several seconds. Then, as if I were sitting too close to the fireplace, a flush of heat coursed through my entire body. I realized that I wanted nothing more than to share my bed, and my body, with my lover's friend. As that thought swept through my mind, I knew my husband must be just as anxious as I was, since it took us one step closer to his fantasy of my having three lovers at once. I could tell by the expression on his face that he was thinking of our conversation earlier that day, and was wondering if maybe, just maybe, his fantasy of being suspended and whipped would come true that very night.

I was sitting on the couch between Cody and Josh during that evening, and as soon as all the above thoughts had flashed through my brain, I turned to my lover's friend. Placing one arm over his shoulders, I hugged him close to me, then said, "Any friend of Cody's is a friend of mine. You're welcome in my house, and in my bed, and 'in' anywhere else you want to put it."

That produced a round of applause from the two men, and a chorus of "right on" rang out. As for Jack, he just sat across from us in stunned silence, far beyond the ability to formulate any rational thoughts, and undoubtedly lost in a fantasy of his own making.

Continued in Chapter 9.