Rachel and I discussed the encounter all weekend and when Monday arrived, I felt strongly that we were in a safe place with no lingering fears. We made love several times, and I concentrated on making each a caring connection between just husband and wife. I suspected it would take more time and further talk to completely clear the air, but it had been a good start and in general, I was pleased.

Of course, the dynamic with Larry remained very real and I had a deep concern he would suddenly appear at her door. I considered accompanying her, at least on her first return, but she was adamant that she could control things. However, wanting to make sure she felt I was supportive, I made sure to call her when I felt she had driven half-way.

"I miss you already," I said in my best bubbly voice when she answered.

"Ahhhh... that's so sweet," she replied.

We chatted for a few minutes, and then I ended the call by telling her, "Now, remember I'm close. I'll keep my phone with me, and don't hesitate to call. I'll be there in a flash."

I didn't hear from her until ten that evening, and I wasn't surprised to learn that the maintenance man had knocked on her door an hour after she arrived. His uncanny knowledge about her presence made me think that he might be tracking her comings and goings, although I didn't share the thought with Rachel. We chatted a bit longer on other subjects, but it didn't appear she was up for any phone play, and I didn't push.

Larry tried again the following morning and on Wednesday evening when she returned. Fortunately, on each occasion, he had accepted her rejection with little protest. After those attempts, he backed away, and the only time she saw him was when she spotted him working as she made her way to and from her car.

A couple of weeks later, Rachel and I decided to spend the weekend together in the city. With Lizzie approaching eighteen and my parents nearby, we felt comfortable leaving but made a point of explaining to our son that his older sister was in charge. Rachel had mentioned our plans to her mentor, Dr. Kott, and he suggested we meet him and his wife for dinner on Friday. We made the drive together, arriving with enough time for a short rest before getting ready. As we walked from the car, with me loaded down, I noticed Rachel suddenly shuffle her step and when I looked at her, I could see her eyes directed towards three men huddled over a hole in the lawn.

"That's Larry," she said in a low voice.

"Which one?" I asked.

"The man in the blue shirt," she responded.

I only had a moment to look him over before we entered the building, but he came across much differently than her previous description. He looked to me to be younger than she suggested, I guessed him to be in his early to mid-thirties, and rather than average, he looked reasonably attractive with a toned body and full head of curly hair. Just before we disappeared, I saw him glance our way and then do a double-take when he spotted my wife.

We lounged for an hour, purposefully avoiding any play, and when she rose to start primping, I moved to the sofa and watched TV. Thirty minutes before we needed to leave, I took over the bedroom, and right on time, we departed for dinner.

Rachel's description of Henry Kott proved more accurate. He did indeed appear to be in his forties and looked to be about 6'4" tall. Slender, almost angular, he had a bald head and a pasty skin tone. Also, he had a set of penetrating blue eyes that made it seem like he was constantly sizing up his target. Contrasting the man, Anna, his wife, was a petite and attractive blonde with short hair. She had full lips and a constant smile, although she spoke sparingly.

Once seated, we ordered wine, and after completing the formalities, the conversation opened. It didn't take long to realize that the man had a definite attraction to my wife, although Anna seemed indifferent. Of course, I was aware of his interest, so I knew what to expect and managed to maintain my demeanor even when the man acted too familiar. The food was pleasant, although nothing special, and after we finished, the professor suggested we adjourn to the bar for a nightcap.

"We are so fortunate to have Rachel in the program. Such a pleasant person," the man said in his distinct Eastern European accent when the girls left for the toilet.

"She certainly is enjoying things," I said, and then added, "Even with her teaching and the drive."

"I understand she has a small apartment to help," he said.

"Yes, it's small and unremarkable, but she likes it and it does lower her stress," I explained.

"Excellent," he remarked just as the women returned.

For the next hour, we chatted about the school and their experiences growing up in Poland. The professor maintained his doting attention towards my wife, and it became so obvious that I considered ending the evening early. During the entire time, Anna maintained her pleasant manner which told me that she must not care. Perhaps, I thought, it was an indulgence she allowed knowing he had no chance in getting what he desired. As we were about to leave, the women decided to visit the restroom first, which left me alone with Henry for the second time.

"There is something I would like to discuss," he said as soon as they were out of earshot.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Anna and I occasionally engage in swinging. Exchanging partners if you will. I wanted to let you know we are interested if you might want to try," he explained.

His message had been so bold and brief, that it rendered me speechless for a moment before I was able to regain my wits and answer, "Okay, well I understand. It's not something interesting to us, but if that changes, we'll let you know."

He nodded his understanding while staring at me with his piercing eyes and then, just as quickly as it began, the subject ended and we moved on.

Driving back to the condo, I debated whether to tell Rachel, but decided to keep it to myself for the moment given all that had occurred. We decided to have a final drink, and after pouring us each a glass of wine, I joined her on the sofa. Several times, I thought about commenting on her encounter with Larry on this very spot, but I knew there was little upside.

"Rachel, does Kott always act like that when you're around?" I asked.

"Yes, it can be embarrassing. I'm not sure he even knows what he's doing," she replied.

"I mean... I could handle it because we've discussed him. I kind of knew what to expect, although I didn't think it would be this bad," I said, and then asked, "How was it when you had his class?"

"Bad at times. I mean he's a smart, respected man, but sometimes it became annoying," she responded, and then continued with, "I was told I wasn't the first."

"So, a horny old dog around pretty coeds," I teased and pulled her closer.

"What do you want?" she giggled.

"You... Hurry up and let's go to bed," I demanded.

"Let's go," she replied and rose leaving her partly filled glass behind.

I followed her to the bedroom, but before she began to undress, I pulled her to me and started a passionate kiss. As it lingered, I pulled her dress up until I found the hem, and then snaked my hand beneath until I located her firm ass.

"Damn, I should have had you go without panties," I said when our kiss ended.

"You think so?" she asked and then pulled my head back until our lips met.

While we held the embrace, I found the hook in the dress, lowered the zipper, and started pulling the garment up, ending our kiss just as it left her body. My mouth went to the swell of her breasts and I backed her against the bed until she fell onto it. Then, I pulled her panties off her long, smooth legs while her hands worked on the bra, and when she was naked, I looked down at her for several seconds before my attention went to my clothes.

Once naked, I used my tongue to lick her body from her belly button towards her breasts. I moved slowly, making her body writhe in anticipation and after kissing all over her orbs, I moved to her nipples and started to suck them, hungrily.

"I want to make a hickey," I declared looking up at her lovely face.

"No, baby... no marks," she replied.

"You let Larry?" I teased, unsure of the reaction I would get.

"Yeah..." she answered without elaborating and used a hand to push my head towards her pussy.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Lick me," she whined.

My tongue found her slit and for the next few minutes, I explored her opening while avoiding her clit. Fresh from the recent shower, she tasted wonderful and put me in a contented state where I was in no hurry. Finally, I drifted to her nub and while I flicked it rapidly with the tip of my tongue, I slowly inserted a finger. She whimpered softly as I played, with one hand resting on my head, but when I inserted a second finger, she quickly became more animated. Her hips started to churn, forcing me to move to stay in contact, and her small whimpers morphed into needy moans.

"Am as good as him?" I pushed, taking comfort in her prior response.

"Not quite... almost," she sighed, and then with a light tap on my head, she said, "No talking, baby."

With that, I turned all my attention to bringing her to a climax, and happily, it arrived very quickly. I had only returned to task for a minute or so when I felt her legs spread and lift which always portended an orgasm. Sure enough, the movement of her hips soon became more pronounced and when I heard her sounds transition into high-pitched whines, I knew she was on the launchpad. I let the very top of my tongue assault her clit at a furious pace and then she was there.

"Ohhhh... ohhhh... my God... ohhhh... don't stop, baby... please don't stop..." she wailed as her back arched off the mattress.

Her release lasted for almost thirty seconds and when she started to come down, she tried to push me away from her pussy. I knew from experience that she got very sensitive after orgasm and couldn't take any direct stimulation, but something inside me wanted to continue, so I forcefully kept the connection while continuing to tease her nub. Several times, she tried to roll away, but I pulled her back until, with great willpower, she rolled to her side into a fetal position.

"No more... I can't take it," she whimpered.

From my position on my knees at the side of the bed, I watched in fascination as her body convulsed every few seconds from the electrical aftershocks of her climax. Finally, the effects began to wane and when she turned until she was mostly on her tummy, I suddenly had a clear view of her swollen mound. Without speaking, I climbed onto the bed, moved her legs further apart, and raised over her torso until I had the tip of my dick at her entrance.

"Uggghhh..." she grunted when I pushed in completely on the first try.

"Damn, you feel good," I declared.

"I can't move... I'm done," she sighed.

"Just relax... Be still, Rachel," I whispered.

I started very slowly and increased the pace in stages until I was taking her with a nice steady rhythm. Along the way, she started to recover from her orgasm and I could feel her occasionally pushing back against my thrusts. Unfortunately, her rebuilding arousal had the impact of kicking mine into overdrive and I had to try hard to keep from ejaculating. I made it for a time, but when her sounds became more urgent, I lost it.

"Ohhh yeah... uggghhhh... uggghhhh... God, Rachel... uggghhh... " I grunted as cum jetted down my shaft.

I collapsed across her back and we lay together in a heaving pile for several minutes before we slowly disconnected. I pulled her close to me as she purred softly and we kissed once but with both of us spent we were asleep in less than a minute.

"Morning," I said in a cheery voice when she appeared the next morning.

"Good morning," she replied and took the coffee I offered.

"Nice robe," I said fighting back a laugh as I looked over the leopard print garment for the hundredth time.

"Thanks, it has its moments," she laughed, pleased with her wit.

"Cute, baby," I said and then asked, "How did you sleep?"

"Fabulously," she sighed and pushed her body against mine.

"Looks like you might need more loving," I whispered to her when our lips met.

"Well, Larry gave me two orgasms. You only did one so far," she forced out as she giggled.

I knew her comment was a result of the teasing I did in bed and suspected she had been hoping for an opportunity to make the dig. I had unknowingly fallen right into her trap, but she had played her card well, so I laughed along with her.

"Very funny, smarty. You were ready for that," I said, and when she started laughing again, I told her, "Look at you... so proud."

"Anyway, I thought it was one and a half," I challenged her.

"Closer to two," she responded and started giggling again.

"And here I thought you were fragile," I replied as I looped an arm around her waist.

"Careful with the coffee, baby," she warned as the cup almost spilled, and when she had it under control, she added, "You were so sweet."

"Thanks, honey," thinking I was getting a compliment.

"I mean after you sent me to him," she responded as another smirk appeared on her face.

"Oh, is that the position now?" I replied.

"Yeah..." she answered and for a moment we locked eyes, but then she asked, "What do you want to do today?"

"I don't know. It's a nice day. Why don't we take a walk through the park and maybe go to the zoo?" I suggested.

"Okay, then we can go to lunch and you can take me shopping," she answered as she disappeared into the bedroom.

The sway of her firm ass through the thin material caught my eye and I considered following but decided if we started, we would likely never leave the condo. So, I sipped my coffee and when she appeared a little later in walking shorts and trainers, I took my turn in the bathroom and quickly changed.

Although it wasn't yet spring, the day was beautiful and the temperature moderate. We slowly strolled through the park stopping several times to enjoy the day and finally arrived at the zoo entrance. The facility was small, so it only took about an hour to make the circuit, and when we finished, we made our way back to the car. Rachel told me about a quaint café she had discovered in a small neighborhood off the beaten path and ten minutes later we arrived. After a simple meal, we departed for the shopping district, and for the next several hours, I dutifully followed her as she made her way from store to store. In truth, I hated this kind of shopping, but with her school, we now spent less time together, so I tried to put on a happy face.

"Wow, it's not even three but it feels like we've had a full day," I said when we stepped into the condo.

"We did a lot and you never complained," she replied, and then added, "It might be a record for you."

"Haha... very funny," I responded as I dropped the multiple bags I was carrying in the bedroom.

"You want some wine? I'm going to have some," she stated.

"No, not yet and if you don't mind, I'm going to make a quick run to the sporting goods store for some things," I said.

"Okay, hurry back," she replied, and with that, I left.

Walking to the SUV, a figure left a condo ahead of me and moved down the corridor in the same direction. Instantly, I knew it was Larry who hadn't noticed me. He wore a snug-fitting t-shirt that showed his physique, and like my previous observation, he seemed much more attractive than the average label Rachel had used. At an intersection, he continued straight while I turned left, and soon, I was in my vehicle headed for the store. However, thoughts of the man stayed with me, particularly Rachel's downplay of his looks, which made me consider whether she had been sincere or purposefully deceptive.

I found what I needed and was back at the complex within twenty minutes. Strangely, I found myself looking for the maintenance man and spotted him at the hole where we had seen him the previous day engaged in a deep conversation with another man. Like before, he only stayed in my eyesight for a few seconds and I continued to the condo with my thoughts tweaked once again.

Rachel had set up at the small dining table and was catching up on some grading she needed to complete, so I quietly put away my things and then went to the kitchen for some water. Pouring a glass from the tap, I noted the sink draining slowly, but dismissed it as I moved to the sofa. Almost immediately, my thoughts returned to Larry and when I thought about his manipulation of my wife exactly where I now sat, I became antsy. Then, a very strange idea formed in my brain and despite repeated attempts to scare it away, it kept returning. In truth, it made utterly no sense and held high risk that could easily put me in the doghouse for a very long time, but when it came back for the fourth time, I started to speak.

"That sink doesn't drain well," I said to Rachel.

"It's slow, but it's okay," she acknowledged.

"Does it ever stop up?" I asked.

"It hasn't yet," she responded while keeping her eyes focused on the papers.

Several minutes ticked by, and then I said, "I need to get something from the car."

Rachel barely noticed my departure, and I walked towards the parking spot, although it wasn't the reason I left. What had developed in my mind, despite my attempts to make it go away, was the thought of my wife and Larry together in the same room. For some reason, I wanted to witness how they interacted; the looks on their faces, their mannerisms, and body language. It wasn't about distrust I rationalized. Rather, it would help me understand the full picture and fill in the missing elements of my wife's description. I hoped to find the man at the spot I had last seen him, but when I arrived, he was gone, so I walked the length of the hall and then went to my SUV and sat for a few minutes. Once more, I considered my folly, but when I left the vehicle, I knew I would approach him if I saw him.

Oddly, I had barely left the SUV when I spotted him near a pickup truck just several spaces away. The vehicle had a toolbox in the back, so I guessed it was his, and with nervous legs, I took the short walk over.

"You're the maintenance man here I think," I said when he looked up.

"I am. How can I help you?" he asked.

His demeanor made me believe he hadn't recognized me, but I carried on and said, "The sink in our unit isn't draining well. Can you have a look?"

"Is it an emergency?" he asked.

"No, I guess not," I replied, uncertain whether to proceed.

"Okay, I'll get to it as soon as I can. It might be Monday. What's the number?" he explained.

"Unit 86A," I replied.

The look that appeared on his face made it clear that the number registered and for a moment I saw some panic in his eyes. However, he regained control quickly and took a small piece of paper and made a show about writing down the number. Then, with just a simple nod, I left, although my thoughts remained focused on the brief interaction. If I were in his shoes, I could only surmise that either the husband was unaware of the recent dalliance or it was a trap. Either way, risk was involved so if he showed it meant that his curiosity had won out.

My wife, still engrossed in her work, barely looked up when I returned, so I went into the bedroom to rest. My nervous energy kept me on edge, but with each passing minute, I became more skeptical that he would appear. Time would likely aid his common sense, and after thirty minutes, I had given up, but then I heard a light knock.

"I'll get it," I called out to Rachel as I jumped from the bed.

She had a curious look on her face as I moved towards the door, and when I opened it the maintenance man stood before me.

"Come in," I said and stepped aside.

"Larry?" my wife said in surprise when she spotted the man.

"Uhhh... he told me the sink was clogged," he replied nervously.

"It's not that bad," she stated.

Both looked towards me in confusion, and unsure what to do, I simply said, "Might as well look."

Larry shrugged but Rachel bolted towards the bedroom and closed the door. For a few seconds, we stared at each other, and I knew he now realized I was aware of what had occurred. Regardless, he entered the kitchen and started running the water.

"What are we doing here?" the man suddenly asked after fiddling with the knobs a bit, and then added, "I don't want any trouble."

"Not looking for trouble," I reassured him and then said, "I'm not sure what I'm doing, to be honest. It was an idea... I don't know."

"She was okay with it," he announced, perhaps thinking I felt coercion was involved.

"I know," I acknowledged.

I anticipated the situation would be awkward, but it was proving to be greater than I expected. It strained my nerves and I thought about telling him to go, but there was one part of her description that I wanted to test.

Back and forth my mind went regarding how to raise the subject, and finally, out of frustration, I blurted out, "Did you fuck her?"

"What did she say?" he asked showing some gallantry.

"She said close, but no," I replied.

"That's right," he confirmed.

"So, you never got it in?" I pushed.

"Just a little bit. Then she freaked out," he said.

"But it was in her some?" I fired back.

"Yeah, some," he answered.

My ears started ringing as I realized another man's cock had penetrated my wife. My thoughts went to Rachel and although I felt sympathy towards her predicament, I couldn't accept the deceit. Maybe at first, I thought, but there had been countless times over the past few weeks where she could have admitted the truth.

"Wait a sec," I said and moved towards the bedroom.

I found my wife sitting at the small vanity looking at herself in the mirror and she looked up at my reflection as I stood behind her.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked nervously.

"Rachel, why don't you put on your robe?" I said in a low voice, ignoring her question.

"Are you insane?" she replied with a shocked look.

For some reason, the confusion I felt drove me in a strange direction, and I put my hands on her shoulders, massaged them slowly for a few seconds, and then said, "We want to see you."

"I'm not going to... No way," she answered.

Of course, she was entirely correct to turn down my request as it made no sense. However, her refusal somehow enflamed my emotions and it felt like the temperature in my body had shot up hundreds of degrees. In my unstable state, I couldn't justify her stance knowing that Larry's cock had recently entered her pussy. Fortunately, after a few seconds, my flash reaction departed as quickly as it had appeared. Frightened at how close I had come to saying or doing something crazy, I stepped away and took in some much-needed air.

Finally, I told her, "Okay, Rachel. I'll be out there talking to him."

With that, I departed and she didn't try to stop me. Larry was where I had left him and clearly confused, he furrowed his brow when we made eye contact.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"I don't know... I'd like to hear... the rest," I replied, and then for some reason asked, "You want a beer?"

He nodded so I pulled two bottles from the fridge and we sipped them in silence. I knew he had to be confused about what was happening, and I wouldn't have blamed him if he bolted. In my mind, his continued presence indicated his keen interest in my wife.

"Did you see her after that one night?" I finally asked.

Of course, after the bombshell, I wanted to know his version of their encounter, but I also wanted to address the awkward silence that permeated the room. However, before he could answer, the knob on the bedroom door turned, and there stood my wife in the silk kimono looking very uncomfortable. Like a scene from a movie, in the span of several seconds, each one of us shot glances at the others. Strangely, Larry's face didn't show the eagerness I expected.

"Come here," I said in the best soothing voice I could muster.

Rachel stepped to me and when I took her in my arms, she whispered, "Make him go."

"You look good," I whispered, not ready for it to be over, as I thought there might be more to uncover.

"This is crazy... Really, really, crazy," she answered in a low voice.

"Look, I'm sorry. I hate to do this but I need to go. I have to pick up my daughter from her mother's and I'm already late," the man suddenly declared.

His voice boomed in the small room, startling both of us, but my wife, always gracious, asked, "How old is she?"

"Eight, almost nine," he replied as he moved towards the door.

"That's a sweet age," Rachel said, receiving a smile from him in return.

Then, he was gone and now alone with my wife, I realized that the situation couldn't have turned out worse. I had shown Rachel my dark side, provoking her into a messy situation, and in the end, it was all for nothing. There would be no sexual energy, no exhibition, no awkward interplay, and no discovery about their encounter. Her venom most certainly would appear, but when she turned and entered the bedroom, closing the door behind her, I knew she wanted me to stew in my juices. For a few minutes, I stood silently, feeling sorry for myself, but deciding to get it over with, I headed towards the room.

"I want to be alone," she said.

Reclining on the bed in her long, heavy robe with her back propped by several pillows, she gave me a disgusted look. Ignoring her remark, I sat near her feet and stared at the floor as seconds became minutes.

"Will you talk to me?" I finally asked.

"No," she responded, but seconds later she launched on me, "Why in the world did you do that? You purposefully went and got him and had him come here. Then this fucking robe thing! You've lost your damn mind. I'm going to burn the stupid thing."

Without question, I was guilty of everything she claimed and my only possible defense was the information the man shared about his penetration. My wife had lied to me on a very important subject, but I wasn't certain whether I should let her know I was aware, so I remained silent as she huffed. For the next few minutes, I let her unload on me, but finally, I reached my limit and when she paused, I took the offensive.

"Rachel, he told me he penetrated you... He put his cock in you," I said calmly.

Instantly, a frightened look filled her face and her body started to rise, before settling back. Her eyes told me the accusation was true, but it took a little longer before she could speak.

"No, he didn't" she declared.

"Rachel..." I whispered.

"It's your fault! You did all the damn pushing! You made me! I didn't want to do all these stupid things, but you made me!" she yelled as she began to cry, and then she added, "Just get out."

Deciding she needed time to recover, I left the room and found my beer. For the next hour, I sat silently on the couch and contemplated all that had occurred. I realized my attempt to get Larry and her together had been stupid and I wish I had fought back my lustful thoughts, but other than that, the only element I found disturbing was her deceit. Everything else had been fun and helped put our sex life in overdrive. Now, I thought, I would likely lose the playfulness she had built as her guilt would act as an anchor.

Rachel emerged from the room wearing jeans and a simple top, looked at me and said, "I'm going out. Give me your keys."

"I want to go," I said and when she didn't respond, I added, "C'mon honey..."

She rolled her eyes and then with a nod consented. I jumped up and followed her as she walked briskly towards the SUV, ignoring my presence. However, once we pulled away, she started on me again.

"You're a fucking asshole," she stated.

The fact that she had dropped an "f" bomb twice in the last few hours wasn't lost on me as I could count all the times I had heard the word leave her mouth on one hand.

"I'm sorry," I replied, wanting her anger to be gone before we arrived in a public setting.

"For what? What do you think you're sorry for?" she demanded.

I pulled into a parking lot, stopped the vehicle, and after a deep breath, said, "Rachel, I'm sorry for all the things that have happened since you started school. It's your thing and I've horned in on things where I shouldn't have. I'm sorry about the robe, and the questions about flirting, and the phone sex and the shaving but especially about all the things with the maintenance man. I pushed my beautiful wife who I love dearly into a bad situation and I want her back. Safe and happy."

She stared at me with an expression I couldn't decipher and just when I thought I needed to say more, she stated, "Go to the bar next to the shopping area. I need a drink."

A few minutes later, seated at a small table in the crowded room, Rachel, normally a wine drinker surprised me when she ordered a whiskey and soda. With a buzz of people close by, it made it impossible to talk so we sat mostly in silence and over the next hour went through several rounds. Finally, the crowd began to thin, and whether it was that or the effects of the alcohol, Rachel caught my eye and I knew something was coming.

"Asshole," she said.

I sensed her words meant she wanted to talk, but unsure, I replied, "I know."

More silence ensued before she asked, "What did you expect? What did you think was going to happen?"

"I don't know. It was stupid," I responded.

"Yes, you do know and your evasiveness it patronizing," she countered.

I didn't want to get into it at that moment but knowing I had no choice, I answered, "When he told me... I guess I kind of lost it."

"So, one mistake... one stupid action leads to another? Is that what you wanted? Us doing it?" she pushed.

"I told you I lost it," I replied defensively.

"But it's what you expected?" she replied.

"Rachel, I lost it," I said again.

"A pretty big thing to lose," she answered sarcastically.

I should have left well enough alone, but tired of being the punching bag, I replied, "We haven't talked about your lying."

Fire came to her eyes, and for a moment I thought there might be a scene, but she took a deep breath, and then said, "I wanted some dignity."

Somehow, someway, her answer made me feel very small, and with that we returned to our drinking, consuming two more rounds before we made the short drive back to the condo. She let me hold her hand as we walked from the vehicle, and once inside, I flopped onto the couch while she disappeared into the bedroom. I felt quite drunk and knew my wife must be feeling similarly, so I wondered if I would see her again that evening. However, just a few minutes later she appeared in her long robe.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Fine," she answered, but I could tell something was on her mind, and she soon said, "Thank you for the things you said in the car."

"Come here," I said and patted the spot next to me.

Rachel slid next to me without protest, and I took her hand and held it tightly in mine. I gave her some time to settle, and then turned and found her lips and was thrilled when she returned the kiss. One led to another and soon we locked in a passionate embrace that lasted a long time.

"How long am I in the doghouse?" I asked, hoping to put us on a path to resolution.

"Forever and a day," she answered, but when she started giggling, I knew things would be okay.

"Something to look forward to," I replied, joining her laughter.

I kissed her again, and she got a serious expression and asked, "How about you? Are you going to forgive the... you know?"

"Rachel, if you would have just told me... I mean I would have been really surprised, but I would be over it. But not telling me... that hurt," I explained.

"I know but it was just a little... " she started.

"Rachel?" I said in a challenging voice.

"Okay... I feel so ashamed," she whimpered.

Then, recalling my question to the man about any follow-on actions, I asked, "Did anything happen after that one encounter. The next week?"

Confident that she would be honest since she couldn't be certain what Larry confided, I was pleased when she answered, "No. He tried to talk to me those times I told you about and then stopped."

"Let's go to bed," I suggested.

She nodded and after entering the room she dropped her robe revealing her t-shirt and panties. When she saw me looking, an impish smile appeared on her face.

"What am I supposed to wear?" she asked with a slight slur.

My mind churned for several seconds as I thought about the ramifications, and then replied, "Nothing... you know that."

Her body stiffened and she let out a little gasp but her hands started to move and soon she was naked. We climbed into bed and she let me pull her close, but I kept my hands still.

"This place really does emit some kind of sexual force," she whispered.

"Yeah... I know," I responded.

"How do we stop it?" she asked.

"We need to tune it, not stop it," I told her.

"Tune it? What about all the things you said in the car?" she asked but I could tell she was being playful.

"Some things are okay," I answered.

"Like what?" she pressed.

"The sleeping naked, the shaving, the phone play," I replied.

"I thought you wanted to stop? In the car you said so," she responded as I felt her butt wiggle.

"I know I did, but I really like those things," I said and couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Then, what's not okay?" she asked.

I rose and turned her body so I was looking down at her and said in a stern voice, "When you don't tell me things."

At first, the look in her eyes made me nervous, but suddenly I felt her hand searching for my dick and when she found it, she tugged until she had me between her legs. She worked the head over her slit several times and then pulled me inside as she let loose with a deep sigh. I remained still for a moment and then started to rock slowly as I felt we were going to share more.

"So, you want to stay in my deal," she whispered.

"Yes," I said.

"Why should I let you?" she asked and pulled my head down for a kiss.

When we broke, I smiled down at her and said, "Because you like it, too."

"What! No, I don't," she declared.

"Okay," I said as I started to move faster.

She didn't respond for a few seconds, and then she asked, "What about the robe?"

"That's up to you, sweetie," I whispered.

With that our attention turned to our lovemaking and the only sound came from our mutual sighs of pleasure. I felt Rachel was enjoying the sex, but at the same time, she didn't seem to be progressing. Something remained on her mind, which was understandable, and although curious, I decided to let her communicate it when she was ready. The time came much sooner than I expected.

"Stop for a second," she asked and when I had become still, she said, "You would have really let him... tonight."

"I don't know... " I started before she interrupted.

"And in bed, at home, when you got... real excited..." she said, recalling the evening after her encounter with the maintenance man.

"What about it?" I asked although I knew where she was going.

"I want you to look me in the eye and admit it. You want me to be with him... do it with him," she said.

The way she stared at me told me she already had her answer, but I felt obligated to speak, so I said, "Honey, I don't know. I've thought about it like I told you and when I get excited it likes a big wave that hits me and then it goes away," I explained.

"You were excited tonight. Learning about him being in me made you excited. I thought you were mad, but you were really excited," she replied, connecting the dots.

"Maybe..." I said, now feeling very awkward.

"Did you want me to?" she pressed.

Knowing there was no real way out, I nodded my head, and said, "Yeah..."

Even though she already knew the truth, my admission caused her to inhale deeply, but moments later I felt her hips roll just a little. It prodded me to start moving and as I gently rocked, she stared up at me with an expression I couldn't decipher.

Without warning, she asked, "I can't do that. It's too... terrifying. It was hard to stop."

During Rachel's recovery from her encounter with Larry, she stated several times that she was ashamed about how he made her body respond, and I felt certain that's what she now meant. Once again, I stopped my efforts and looked down into her troubled face.

"Rachel, just because I have the thoughts and urges, doesn't mean anything has to happen. Just relax," I said.

She nodded and gave me a small smile, and knowing there was no reason to continue, I moved to her side. I stroked her hair in silence, thinking we would drift to sleep, so when she spoke, it surprised me.

"You know... I think I told you before. I didn't learn to swim until I was thirteen... almost fourteen," she whispered.

"Yes," I replied, unsure where she intended to go.

"My dad... he took me to the deep end and had me hold on to the edge. Then, he told me to let go and try and stay up," she explained in a slow cadence. I remained silent, and a few seconds later, she continued, "I was so scared, but I finally let go and I thrashed in the water for a few seconds before I could grab the edge again."

"Your dad was being kind of mean," I offered.

"Yeah... I did it a couple of times, and then he let me rest. I remember as I held on to the side, that I was still scared but it was... exciting, too. I tried a few more times and my dad didn't have to push as hard," she said.

The analogy came into sharp focus, but I always thought her dad was a bit of a jerk and didn't like the comparison, so I replied, "Rachel, I'm not your dad."

She didn't respond, remaining quiet for a few seconds before she continued, "That night... when I was in bed. I got excited thinking about it... sexually excited."

"At thirteen?" I asked.

She giggled a little and then responded, "I matured early."

"So, what are you saying?" I asked.

"I'm saying that you took me to the deep end and made me let go and... it was terrifying but exciting, too," she explained, and then after a deep breath, she added, "And, you did it again tonight."

"Did it make you excited? Tonight, I mean," I asked, and when her nod confirmed it, I followed with, "Were you terrified?"

"Completely," she whispered.

I didn't respond immediately as I tried to determine the ramifications of her message, but finally, I asked, "Are you more excited or scared?"

"I don't know... I really don't," she responded, and after a short pause, she added, "I... I think this condo does something to both of us."

"No, sweetie. The condo just provides the opportunity," I answered, as I pulled her closer.

I thought about our prior discussions and realized she hadn't mentioned shame. Indeed, excitement seemed more prevalent, and as I slowly drifted off, I realized we were like a pinball, bouncing madly between bumpers and occasionally striking a bell.

After that evening, Rachel became even more forthcoming about male attention which indicated to me that our discussions had increased her comfort. Previously, she might mention an approach, particularly if I pressed, but usually tried to get through the description with minimum detail. Now, she seemed almost eager to tell me about someone's attempt and would often provide a running account of the exchange.

"Josh tried again. He invited me to his apartment," she announced.

"What did you tell him?" I teased.

"Hmmm... I don't know. Guess," she countered.

"Has Kott tried anything?" I asked, ignoring her attempt.

"He's less verbal. More of an eye contact man," she explained.
"Meaning?" I said.

"He is always watching and it's easy to see his interest," she clarified, and then asked again, "What do you think I told Josh?"

She was showing more interest in the student than I had seen before, which intrigued me, but I decided to be sarcastic, and answered, "You told him you were focused on the maintenance man."

"Haha... very funny," she replied as I snickered, and then said proudly, "I said I preferred older men."

"Like Larry," I replied, and laughed again.

"I knew you were going to say that," she fired back, and then added, "Don't you think it was clever?"

"Yes, sweetie. Very witty. What did he say?" I asked, to give her a chance to finish the story.

"Smartass," she responded and then answered, "He told me I didn't know what I was missing."

"He's bold. That's for damn sure," I said.

"Yes, he is... very," she replied.

The interchange made me think of the question Dr. Kott had proposed, and since Rachel was in a good mood, I decided to tell her about it.

"You know when we went to dinner with Dr. Kott and his wife. While y'all went to the bathroom, he told me something," I said.

"What?" she asked eagerly.

"He said they were swingers. You know, they trade partners," I explained.

"I heard that. It's a rumor at the school. I think everyone's heard it," she answered, which took a bit of fun out of the telling.

"Well, there's more," I announced.

"What?" she asked in the same eager voice.

"He wanted to know if we wanted to join them. You know... swap with them," I told her.

"Really? Why didn't you tell me before?" she asked, and then just a second later said, "What did you say?"

"I said, sure! Anytime," I laughed.

"No, you didn't" she countered.

"Well, what do you think I said?" I replied, turning the tables on her.

However, unlike me, she answered immediately, "You told him no thanks, it wasn't our thing."

"How did you know?" I asked, impressed she had nailed my brief response.

"A good guess," she laughed.

For just a moment, I considered whether the professor had shared our discussion with Rachel, but quickly dismissed it. I felt for certain she would share any overtures from the man, especially in her more open state.

"Yes, a very good one," I replied, chuckling, too.

"He wants to meet us for dinner again. I said we would next time you came up for the weekend," she announced.

Her statement, coming so close to the information I had just imparted felt a bit strange, but I just nodded and said, "Okay, maybe next weekend."

Rachel gave me a happy nod, and we became quiet for a time before she offered, in a nervous voice, "Larry checked on me."

"What do you mean? When?" I asked.

"Last night. He wanted to make sure everything was okay. With me... and us," she explained.

"Us? You and me?" I fired back.

"Yes... that you weren't angry," she replied.

"Where did you talk? Did you let him in the condo?" I asked.

"Yes, but just a few feet," she answered, and once again I heard nervousness.

"Were you going to tell me?" I pushed.

"I just did! And no... nothing happened. I was in my school clothes, no robe and he was very respectful," she clarified.

"Good. Seems like you have a good hold of the edge of the pool," I replied, taking a little dig as I tried to keep my smile from appearing.

"Smartass," she responded as she shot me a dirty look.

With that, we moved on to other things although my thoughts did return to her interaction with Larry later in the evening. I guessed his question had been an attempt to find an opening in our relationship that he could exploit. I felt miffed that it had taken her almost twenty-four hours to tell me about the conversation, especially since she had been so forthcoming about the other approaches. It made me wondered whether she felt any lingering shame or perhaps even an element of excitement in the interaction. Also, I had to consider that she might want a small space in her psyche that she could keep as her own.

We did indeed arrange to meet the professor and his wife for dinner the following Friday. However, rather than enjoying a weekend getaway, our daughter planned to exchange places with me on Saturday. She would spend the day shopping with her mom while I returned and spent time with our son.

"I don't know why, but I have a feeling the evening will be odd," I told Rachel as we prepared.

"I think you want it to be," she giggled from the bathroom.

We met the older man and his wife at the appointed time and while he appeared fine, his wife seemed nervous. I thought it might be her outfit as she wore a very sexy, almost risqué dress that showed a good deal of her legs and the rise of her breasts. Rachel noticed it too and several times gave me a discreet, questioning look. The woman barely spoke throughout dinner, and only then when directly addressed, seemingly content to let her husband carry the social burden. The meal was good, but we finished within an hour, so I expected Dr. Kott would suggest a visit to the bar. However, he had other ideas that we would soon discover.

"I suggest we return to our home for a drink. It's not far and we have some outstanding Polish vodka you might enjoy," he said.

I tried to make eye contact with Rachel, but the professor worked his gaze so it was impossible to make discreet eye contact.

"Rachel, what do you think?" I asked, deciding to throw it over to her since it was her relationship.

Several seconds of silence followed before she replied in a clear voice, "That sounds wonderful."

I couldn't tell whether she had a sincere interest in going or I had upset her with my punt, and it wasn't until we were in the car that I had the opportunity to ask.

"Do you really want to go?" I asked.

"No, but you dumped it on me. I see him every day. You're supposed to be the bad guy," she explained.

"Okay, well... we won't stay long," I replied.

The drive was indeed short and we pulled up at the curb as their car turned up the driveway. They met us at the front door, and once inside, Henry directed me to the living room while the women departed for the toilet. We chatted for a moment and then he departed to fetch the drinks, returning just as Anna and Rachel appeared. He held a tray with three chilled shot glasses and a bottle of liquor that appeared to have just come from the freezer.

"This is Bison Grass vodka," he said as he set down the tray.

"Anna?" I said, taking one of the glasses and offering it to the petite woman.

"She doesn't drink vodka," her husband replied so I handed it to Rachel, and when she was ready, he said, "Na zdrowie."

The professor and I downed ours but it took my wife three sips to finish. Quickly, the man re-filled the glasses and we repeated the process.

"It's pretty good," Rachel said, which brought a smile to the Polish man's face.

"Yes... very smooth," I concurred.

"Would you like to see the house?" the professor asked.

Of course, we nodded our assent and the couple immediately began to guide us through the rooms. Their tastes ran far different to Rachel's and it appeared to me that in general, the space was more about functionality than style. I put it down to the simple fact they were college professors but made sure, as did my wife, to give numerous compliments. Finally, we were back where we started although the tour was not quite over.

"Would you like to see the garage?" the man asked.

"Uhhh... I guess," I answered, unsure why he would want to show it.

Dutifully, we followed him down a hallway, with Anna behind, and when we stepped through the door, I realized it wasn't a space meant for cars. Even though I had no exposure to the practice other than what I'd stumbled across on the internet, I recognized that they had set up the garage as a bondage dungeon. Multiple devices filled the room, but the cuffs and bindings hanging from many were a dead giveaway. Rachel's recognition trailed mine by several seconds, but when she openly gasped, I knew she had figured it out.

"I know by now you have discussed my offer at the restaurant, and since you agreed to meet a second time, I concluded you must be open-minded," he started as we stood speechless. After letting his words sink in for a moment, he continued, "Anna is a submissive... my darling little pet. This is her place to play. Also, to be punished when she has misbehaved."

"Uhhh... okay," my wife said, clearly uncomfortable.

I thought about beating a retreat, but since it was her relationship with the man that had gotten us to this point, I decided to engage a bit, and asked, "What's that device... that frame?"

"A Saint Andrews cross!" he announced, and then quickly continued with, "I'm quite proud of it as I made it myself. In general, I'm not good with tools, but it came out quite nicely."

I swear I could feel my wife's eyes boring into me, but deciding to continue, I asked, "How does it work?"

"Well, you can see of course the cross. The arms and legs extend along the boards and cuffs hold them in place. If Anna has been good, then her back is against the cross and she's teased. If she's been bad, she is bound the other way and spanked. There is more that can occur but that is the basics," he explained with his accent adding a surreal effect.

"Okay, thanks Professor Kott," my wife said trying to end the conversation.

The man, pleased by my questions, ignore my wife, and said, "Perhaps, Anna can show you."

The message startled me and I struggled to respond as I visualized the pretty woman spread eagle on the device. Certainly, he wouldn't put her on display and allow her demeaning in front of relative strangers, but as his words sunk in, I wondered if, in their world, it might enhance the experience. I expected Rachel to say something, but she stayed silent, and slowly I looked her way, expecting a furious expression. Instead, when our eyes met, I saw confusion and when she raised her eyebrow, I knew she was questioning my intent.

"Look, I'm not sure..." I started.

"Anna, prepare yourself," he suddenly instructed his wife, cutting me off.

Immediately, her hands went to the zipper of her dress and I realized that if I didn't act the Polish woman would soon be standing naked before us.

"I'll be inside," my wife whispered and left.

However, her departure had no outward impact on our host or hostess, and when the dress fell at Anna's feet, I could see she only wore a push-up bra. She had a taut body, and the lack of children showed in her flat tummy. Surprisingly, she had a course thatch of dirty blonde hair covering her mound. When she released her smallish breasts from the bra, I could see they were adorned with tiny nipples of the lightest shade of pink.

"Anna has not been good today so we'll place her face down," Dr. Kott said and this time his accent made him sound like an angry fascist.

Dutifully, she moved into position and it only took a few seconds to secure her wrists and ankles. The ease with which it occurred, along with the existing marks on Anna's butt, provided ample evidence that the act was a common occurrence. Then, I noticed something nestled between her cheeks that I couldn't make out. It looked like a blue circle and I felt very naïve when it dawned on me that she had a butt-plug inserted in her ass.

"Anna loves her flogger but we'll start with a crop," he said and stepped towards a stand that I could see held a variety of devices.

The item he chose had a small handle, a shaft of about three feet, and on the end a thick leather square. He moved it through the air several times creating a swishing sound and while he did this, I noticed Anna's butt moving slowly.

"Such a little slut," the professor said, seeing her action, too.

The tone of the Polish man's voice had changed. Before we entered his dungeon, he spoke in a formal, reserved voice that usually lacked emotion. Now, his interest came through plainly and at times I almost sensed glee. It appeared he was now in his element, the place where he found the most joy. Several more times, he waved the whip through the air, and then he stepped towards his wife and landed a stroke squarely on one cheek. For a normal person, I thought the blow would cause them to cry out in pain, but she took it with only a tiny whimper.

Mesmerized by the sight of the naked woman receiving punishment, at first, I didn't notice my wife had returned and stood silently just a few steps behind me. I turned to her but she stood stoic, looking past me towards the Polish pair, so I turned back. A small smile appeared on the professor's face as he whipped his wife who now emitted a continuous low moan.

Anna's lovely body shivered with each blow and I wished that somehow, I could see the expression on her face and the jiggling of her small breasts as the whip landed. Had she been quiet at dinner knowing what was coming and was her slit wet with her secretion? These thoughts racing through my brain caused my dick to stiffen and I found myself looking on in anticipation for the next strike.

Kott's effort had purpose but he didn't show any anger, and intuitively I knew I was watching a very practiced hand. He showed patience, giving his wife time to recover between blows, and I guessed he had landed a dozen when he stopped and turned towards us. For a moment, I wondered if he expected some applause or some other type of recognition for his work, but he had other ideas.

"I can continue with Anna and give her the true discipline she deserves or perhaps you have considered my previous offer," he said.

"Thanks, but we need to be going," I answered and turning, I almost ran into Rachel who seemed dumbstruck.

She quickly snapped out of it and said to the professor, "Thanks... uhhh... it was a nice dinner."

"Of course," he replied.

Rachel quickly exited and I was about to follow when the professor waved his hand in a silent gesture to wait. I stopped and watched as he picked up a small package from a nearby table, stepped over, and placed it in my hand.

"A gift," he said in a low voice.

Not waiting to look, I nodded and took after my wife finding her near the front door. We were soon at the car and it took concentration to keep from stepping hard on the pedal.

"Get me to a bar. Now!" she demanded, and seconds later she erupted into a raucous laugh that lasted several seconds before she added, "Oh my God."

"What kind of company do you keep?" I asked, which brought more laughter.

We stopped at a jazz bar, not far from the condo, that we had passed many times but never tried. The place smelled of cigars and on a small stage, a trio played. With only a smattering of people, we managed to find a table separated from others, but still spoke in whispers due to the decadence of the subject.

"I've seen everything," she declared, and then after a giggle, she added, "How am I supposed to face them at school?"

"How do they know you won't tell everyone or do they care?" I pondered.

"I don't think they do. I told you about the rumors," she replied.

"That garage... wow. They're serious," I said, shaking my head.

"Poor Anna..." she said in a low voice.

"Poor Anna? Are you joking? She was enjoying every second," I countered.

"She had to be humiliated... having to be naked in front of others," Rachel replied, but I don't think she even believed it.

"I think she loved it. Plus, nothing to be ashamed of," I teased.

"You looked?" my wife asked sarcastically.

"Just the technique your mentor was using," I laughed.

"Yeah, right..." she shot back.

"He wants you. He seems a little fixated," I said recalling the man's second request.

She started to speak and then stopped before looping her arms through mine and saying, "Not my type, sweetie."

"Well, he is older..." I said, referring to the message she delivered to Josh.

"You're not funny... not even a little," she replied with faux disgust.

"Oh, I forgot. I got a party favor," I laughed and pulled the small box from my sports coat.

"Where did you get it?" Rachel asked.

"The professor gave it to me when we were leaving. You had gone ahead," I explained.

"What is it?" she asked as I turned the cardboard covered object around in my hand.

"I'm afraid to look," I replied.

"Give it to me," she said and snatched it from my hand.

In a flurry of tearing paper, she opened the box, and suddenly we were looking down at a shiny silver object about three inches long. I recognized it immediately but Rachel didn't and I stifled my laughter as she inspected the device.

"What is it?" she asked holding up before her face.

"Put it down, Rachel. People will see," I said and took hold of her arm.

"What is it?" she repeated, now both curious and nervous.

"It's a butt plug. It goes in your butt. People in the world where the Kott's play use them. Like a toy, I think," I tried to explain although I was unsure about the true dynamics.

"Why did he give it to you?" she asked.

"Rachel... sweetie. It's for you..." I explained and instantly a shocked look appeared on her face.

"No, way. I'm not putting that in me. My butt's sacred," she said just a little too loudly.

I looked around and spotted a couple at a nearby table looking our way so I indicated with my eyes for Rachel to tone it down. She gave me a dirty look and then stuck out her tongue, but she settled back into her chair. Indeed, she had always declared her rear off limits and all my attempts at anal adventure had failed. Of all the toys he could have offered, this one, I thought, had the least likelihood of use. However, I knew when we got back to the condo I would try. At least, I could enjoy some entertainment watching her defend her butt. I took the plug from the palm of her hand, dropped it into my pocket, and just a few minutes later, we departed.

We were naked quickly, jumped into bed, and began to cuddle. When I thought she had reached a nice level of arousal, I rose, took the device from my coat, and grabbed the lube we kept for emergencies. Rachel saw my plan and moved to the far side of the bed with her butt facing the wall.

"Uh uh... no way," she declared.

"C'mon, let's try," I said as I moved closer.

"No," she stated firmly.

I gave her a moment to calm as my hand stroked her side and then took the metal object and started running it along her body. I noticed the top had a quartz-like red covering and recalling Anna's blue one, I wondered if Dr. Kott had purposefully selected the color for my wife. Minutes ticked by as I kept up the effort but when I tried to move my hand to her rear, she turned onto her back.

"No," she said once more.

"Not even try?" I whined.

"Not tonight... Maybe some other time," she answered, although I knew that the likelihood was remote.

I departed the next morning so she could spend the day with our daughter, but returned the following Wednesday for my first follow-up visit with the urologist. It had been a little over three months since the procedure and from our prior consultations, I knew it would determine the trajectory of my recovery. Purposefully, I had scheduled the appointment for late in the afternoon and intended to take my wife to dinner afterward. Then, depending on how I felt, I would either drive back late or wait until the following morning.

For the test, I had to sit in a small room and masturbate into a container, which was awkward, to say the least. Then, they immediately took the sample for analysis and I sat in the waiting room for over an hour before the doctor called me back.

"Well, how is it?" I asked.

"There is some motility, but you're on the low side of the spectrum," he answered bluntly, but quickly added, "It's not uncommon for things to take time, so I suggest we have another test performed in a few months."
"I see, but there's something there. Some sperm present," I said and when he nodded his head, I asked, "Enough to get my wife pregnant?"

"Yes, some is present and it only takes one. Anything is possible, but the probability is remote," he answered, and then added, "At this point I mean."

As I walked out, I felt concerned about his message, but his calm and friendly demeanor provided some comfort that is was a normal situation. On the drive to the condo, I thought about telling Rachel, but the procedure itself had made her happy, and since then, she seemed content to let things take their course. I worried that the information might create some needless angst, so I decided to skirt around the issue. Plus, I hadn't entirely bought into the idea of a new baby, so it felt like a reprieve.

"How did it go? Everything working?" she asked eagerly, as soon as she arrived.

"Yes, sperm is present," I answered, providing her a half-truth.

"It's better this way don't you think?" she said, and before I could respond, she added, "I like it better this way."

"Playing Russian roulette with your womb?" I teased.

"Yeah..." she replied as she slipped into my arms.

We went for an early dinner and I had some hopes of play when we returned, but Rachel complained several times about being behind on her school work, so I decided to leave. Just before I left, I spotted the butt plug, the gift from the Polish professor, still sitting on the nightstand which brought a smile to my face.

"I still can't get over your friend the professor," I teased.

We had discussed the evening many times since the fateful evening, and on each occasion, we would eventually start laughing. I had taken the position that since he was her friend, she bore some responsibility, which she categorically rejected. Nonetheless, I enjoyed picking at her.

"You couldn't take your eyes off Anna," she countered, using her standard defense.

"You should have tried it," I replied, giving a response I had used before.

"Leave," she said playfully and guided me towards the door.

The drive back gave me plenty of time to think and I considered all the dimensions. First, the desire of Rachel to return to school, to continue to grow, I knew had a deeper meaning than a diploma or a different job. Second, the sudden interest in another child, which had caught me completely off guard, factored into things, too, and finally, there was the eruption of her sexuality. Early on, I had considered and then rejected that she might be experiencing a mid-life crisis, but the thought returned. When she had described the pool and the actions of her father, I had told her the condo represented opportunity, but now I wondered if it was more like fuel on a fire.

Since she started school, the sexual aspects of our lives had been poked, prodded, energized, and challenged. Most of it had been good, in truth, outstanding, as we experienced new things together that resulted in better communication. However, on several occasions, we crossed a line that both excited and scared us. I knew we would venture there again, the thrill was too seductive, but I didn't expect it quite so soon. Less than a month after the made-up sink problem that brought Larry to the condo, Rachel called to tell me she had a real one.

"Look, I'm not kidding... The sink really is stopped up," she said, with trepidation in her voice.

"Well, have Larry take a look," I replied, trying to show no concern.

"You're okay with that?" she asked, a little confused.

"Yeah, why not?" I probed.

"Well... he'll be here... I mean... you know," she responded.

"Rachel you said you could handle it. If you're worried, call him and then go to the school... to the library," I counseled, although I could feel my pulse quicken.

Silence followed for a time before she replied, "All my stuffs here."

"Rachel, you don't need the sink for one night. Call the office tomorrow when you're leaving and they can fix it while your home," I told her.

"Okay, I'll do that," she responded and I could swear I heard some disappointment in her voice.

As soon as we hung up, I began to wonder whether the true purpose of the call had been to get my acceptance, perhaps even my agreement, that she should call Larry. If so, did it mean she sought something more than a repair? In fact, could it be possible the sink had was fine? If any of it were remotely true, it meant my wife wanted another encounter with the man and she knew, as did I, it wouldn't stop short of full intercourse.

I thought about calling her back and I considered driving to her to provide first-hand support, but I decided to let things settle for a while. Later, I would call and make sure she was in a good place, but less than an hour had elapsed when my phone rang, and looking at the screen, I could see it was Rachel.

"He's here," she announced.

"Who? Larry?" I asked.

"Yeah..." she admitted in a voice barely above a whisper.

I wanted her to say more... to admit her carnal desires, but she remained silent, and only when it became awkward, did I ask, "What are you wearing?"

"Jeans and a blouse. What I wore up here. Why?" she replied.

"Okay," I said, ignoring the question.

Once more, we entered a long period of silence that this time ended when my wife asked, "Do you want me to put on your robe?"

Essentially, my wife had just asked permission to have sex with another man. At this point, there simply was no other outcome. She knew it as well as me which meant that she must be burning with lust. We had played with fire several times, but in each case had been able to retreat with only minor damage. I couldn't deny that her words excited me, but would it be the same after?

"Do you want to let go of the edge?" I asked.

There were several seconds of silence before she replied in a soft voice, "I want you to tell me to."

Now all the cards were on the table, as she had communicated clearly what she wanted and how she wanted it to occur. My role required that I give the command, the final decision, that would allow her to maintain a tiny sliver of decency while ensuring my full culpability.

Taking my time, I considered everything as the sound of her breathing came through the phone before finally telling her, "Put on the robe baby."

"Your robe," she clarified.

"Yes, my robe," I answered.

"Okay," she whispered, and then the line went dead.

To this day, I don't know how I endured the next several hours, but somehow, often feeling like a zombie, I made sure the kids got something to eat and did their schoolwork. When they had finished and were doing their own thing, I moved to the bedroom and stared at the ceiling contemplating what might be happening and what I should do. Had things progressed to sex and at that very moment did he have his cock in her as he listened to her whines of pleasure? Had he made her orgasm and would she now compare the experience to our lovemaking? Did she maintain enough self-control to keep his semen out of her unprotected pussy? As the unanswered questions piled up, the true insanity of it all hit me like a freight train, and suddenly I had the phone in my hand dialing her number.

"Rachel?" I asked when the phone connected.

"Yeah..." she responded in a tiny voice.

"Did you... did it happen?" I asked.

"Yeah..." she confirmed.

"Are you okay?" I probed, wondering why she only offered simple answers.

"Hold on..." she said, and in the background, I heard a male voice.

"He's still with you," I stated rather than asked.

"Yeah..." she whispered once more, and then added, "I'll call you later."

The call never came and I tossed and turned in a night of fitful sleep, adamant I would not try again. However, as soon as the kids had prepped for school, I jumped into my SUV and headed for the city. It wasn't lost on me that it was the second time I had raced to my wife because of an encounter with Larry.

I arrived a little before nine and entered the condo with apprehension about what I might find. Relieved by the silence, I stepped to the bedroom door and spotted my wife, on the bed alone, covered only by the bedsheet. The comforter lay in a heap on the floor next to the kimono and instantly the aroma of sex filled my nose.

"Rachel," I whispered as I moved to her side.

It took her a moment to turn and she showed no surprise at my presence. She reached out with her hand and took mine, running her fingers over it several times. She looked exhausted and her hair was disheveled but she managed to show a small smile.

"What took you so long?" she sighed.

"You were supposed to call," I reminded her.

"He wouldn't let me," she replied, speaking in a soft voice.

"Did you?" I asked although the reality was all around me, and when she gave a small nod, I asked, "How long did he stay?"

"Till two," she replied.

Instantly, my mind filled with a vision of them fucking for hours in every position with Rachel screaming in orgasm over and over. Although sordid, I knew I wanted her and rose to take off my clothes.

"My turn," I said as I worked on the buttons.

"Let me go to the bathroom," she sighed and threw the sheet off.

There were several hickeys on her breasts but all-in-all, she appeared less ravaged than I expected. She walked awkwardly towards the bathroom, but when she turned to enter, I spotted something, and glancing towards the nightstand, I realized the butt plug was missing.

"Rachel! Rachel, come here... now," I commanded.

"Let me..." she started.

"Now," I repeated, interrupting her plea.

By her sheepish look, I knew she understood why she had been called back. I made her stand in front of me as I fixed her with a stern stare.

"Sorry..." she said meekly.

"Turn around," I demanded, and when her back was to me, I said, "Now bend over."

With her ass projected back, it was easy to see the red disk that marked the end of the device. She had rejected my attempt to use it on her, but it seemed like her new lover didn't have the same restrictions.

"You let him. You wouldn't let me, but you let him," I stated.

Rachel quickly turned and tried to push me onto the bed, but I stopped her and looked into her face until her eyes dropped and she said, "I'm sorry."

"I can smell him all over you," I said.

"Let me shower," she replied and quickly headed towards the bathroom.

I went to the kitchen to get some water and noted Larry's tools still sitting on the counter. It appeared he had at least gone through the motions of a legitimate maintenance call before my wife walked out in the robe and let him know what the visit was really about. I heard the shower start, and ten minutes later, still standing in the kitchen sipping from a bottle, I heard a light knock on the door followed immediately by a key in the lock. Instantly, I knew it meant that Larry had returned to retrieve his tools, fuck my wife again, or both.

"Hey there," I said when he stepped inside, stopping him dead in his tracks.

"Look... she said it was okay," he replied defensively.

"Okay to bed her or to come back?" I asked sarcastically.

The man's eyes got wide for a moment, but he collected himself and answered vaguely, "Yeah..."

Slowly his expression changed until a little smile appeared and I thought he might be recalling the night with Rachel. Then, he seemed to jolt back to the moment and once more made eye contact with a concerned look.

"I need to get my things," he stated.

I knew he meant that he wanted me to step out of the small space to allow him in, but just as I started to move, the sound of the shower ceased, and I stopped.

"You don't want anymore?" I asked, suddenly struck by the decadence of it all.

Several seconds elapsed as we stared at each other, and then he said, "You sure."

"Yeah," I answered and nodded towards the bedroom.

His smile returned and he stepped to the entrance and went inside closing the door behind him. Within seconds, I heard voices that I couldn't make out and soon my wife appeared with Larry right behind.

"Honey, what's going on?" she asked nervously.

"Larry wants to spend more time with you like y'all agreed," I replied.

When I made the statement, I had no idea if there had been any agreement about his return, but my wife's face confirmed I had hit the nail on the head.

"I don't know..." she started.

"Take your lover to bed," I told the man in a voice I didn't recognize.

When the maintenance man's hands landed on her shoulders, she glanced at him and then quickly back at me. Reluctantly, she let him turn and lead her into the bedroom and he used his foot to kick the door closed.

I moved to the sofa and sat waiting for the sounds of their sex to filter out, but as the minutes ticked by with no action, I guessed my wife had turned him down. The door hadn't latched when he kicked it leaving an inch or so gap, and despite my curiosity, I refused to look. More time went by and just when I had decided nothing would happen, the sound of the bed squeaking leaked out. I could tell it was a slow pace, but over the next few minutes, the squeals increased in intensity and became joined by the soft grunts of my wife.

Unable to remain still any longer, I stepped quietly to the crack and saw the mating couple in the missionary position. She had pulled back her knees so that her feet touched his ass while her hands gripped his biceps. The maintenance man would wind up his body and then release it with a hard thrust which forced her sounds. Amazingly, he managed to do this at a steady pace that increased further as I watched. They held an ongoing whispered conversation, but I was too far away to make it out.

"Ohhhh...uhhhh..." Rachel suddenly moaned as her legs spread completely open.

At first, I thought she might have experienced an orgasm, but as she continued to hold her legs lewdly separated, I realized she simply wanted him to go deeper. He rode her like this for several minutes and then stopped. I could tell they were discussing something and when the man started to rise, my wife pulled him down and kissed him passionately. More conversation followed, but this time when he lifted his body, they disconnected and he prodded my wife onto her knees.

Rachel didn't care for the position as she thought it lacked intimacy and made it harder to talk, but she accepted his guidance without protest. As she scooted, I got a good look into her crack and noticed that she had removed Dr. Kott's gift. Strangely, I felt a bit disappointed and watched as Larry guided her until he could stand next to the bed, and then without ceremony shoved his cock back inside. I took solace in the fact that his cock was like mine, although maybe a bit thicker.

"Fuck, baby. You feel good," he declared in a clear voice as he took hold of her hips and started moving rapidly.

The sudden assault made my wife squeal in joy and soon I could see her pushing against his thrusts. Her hands gripped the bedsheet, and as I watched, her fingers slowly collected more. At the same time, her head, resting against the mattress, slowly lolled back and forth. It might not have been her favorite position, but at that moment she appeared to be enjoying it immensely.

Larry's upright stance provided a better view of his body and I spotted a large tattoo on his hairless chest, although from my sideways view, I couldn't make out the details. Also, his muscles were more pronounced than I thought which made me think that he must visit a gym on occasion.

The maintenance man pounded her relentlessly, somehow able to keep his aggressive pace going with no signs of flagging. With each thrust, Rachel's needy whines became a little louder and a little more urgent. Also, joining those sounds were the wet, squishes of her juices forced from her hole by the man's pumping shaft. At that moment, it dawned on me that I had never seen others fucking outside of porn, let alone my wife. It felt surreal and my vision became tunneled. Also, I realized that she was responding sexually in a manner I had never experienced which I struggled to accept. Did it mean she found one of us better or was it just different?

"Close... so close," she suddenly whined.

"Going to cum again?" her lover asked.

"Yes... yes, I want to," she whimpered shamelessly.

"Damn, I love married pussy," the man spat out.

"Do you... do you like it?" she forced out.

"Yes... I love your pussy... love fucking you," he told her

The windup for Rachel's orgasm took almost a minute. The first signs appeared with her hands as she began to pull more of the sheet into her fist. Then, the rolling of her head sped up and when she started to push back forcefully against her lover's cock while groaning deeply, I knew she wouldn't last more than a few seconds.

"Ohhh... oh, yes... Oh God... God, yes... Larry... do it, baby... do it," she cried out when it hit.

"Let it out, baby... let it out now. Cum on my cock, baby," he encouraged.

"Ohhh... I am... I'm cumming... fuck me... fuck me good," she panted.

He used his strength to keep her upright and for a moment I thought he might ejaculate, but what he really wanted to accomplish was to extend her climax. He proved successful as Rachel thrashed and whined for almost a minute before she finally started to calm down. Then, he let her fall forward but he followed and kept pounding into her wet pussy as she lay sprawled across the bed. Minutes ticked by and he appeared to be getting no closer to a release which made me wonder if he had used up all his juice the night before.

"Fuck me, baby," my wife moaned.

"You want me to fuck you?" he replied.

"Yes, fuck me good," she answered.

Rachel had never used dirty words in bed with me, but she seemed at ease with Larry. The dirty words appeared to energized him as if he realized she was showing him an unseen part of her, and he started moving even faster. Soon, I could tell he was approaching the point of no return.

"Don't cum in me," Rachel said in a low voice, obviously sensing his state as well.

"Yeah..." he grunted

Pleased that she had maintained control on such an important issue, I watched him approach his peak wondering how he would finish.

"Remember," she warned, again.

The maintenance man started fucking her so aggressively I thought it might be hurting her, but it only lasted for about twenty strokes before he suddenly pulled out with a deep grunt.

"Fuck, here it comes, baby," he declared as Rachel spun to her back.

Then his body was over her with his fist pumping his hard cock just inches from her breasts. With a final moan, several large drops of semen fell onto her breasts and she instantly started to rub the thick fluid into her skin. The fact that only a small quantity had dribbled out made me, once more, think about their night together, how many releases he had experienced and where that cum had landed. Without speaking, my wife took his half-hard cock in her hand and brought the head to her mouth. For the next few minutes, I watched as she licked the entire shaft, and most of his balls clean. When she finished, her lover fell to her side and they entwined in a tight connection. Thinking things had ended, I returned to the sofa, but it took another thirty minutes before my wife appeared at the door in her thin robe.

"All finished?" I asked a bit sarcastically.

"I am with him... He's getting dressed," she replied, showing no distress, as she sat on my knee.

The pungent smell of fresh sex filled my nostrils and for a moment I thought about opening her robe and inspecting for marks. However, I decided to maintain some sanity and wait until her lover left.

"Need to get the tools," the man said awkwardly moments later when he left the bedroom.

"Okay, Larry," Rachel responded cheerily.

"I didn't fix the sink yet," he declared as we heard the clanging of metal.
"Come back tomorrow," I said and saw him nod.

With his hands full, he made for the door, and my wife rose to open it, giving him a nice view of her jiggling breasts as she moved. He paused as if he expected a kiss, but she stayed back and he left.

Rachel stepped up to me, pulled on my hand, and said, "C'mon."

I let her lead me to the bedroom and her lack of guilt surprised me. Normally, she focused on consequences, sometimes debilitatingly so, which made her current ease hard to fathom.

"Rachel, how are you dealing with everything?" I asked as we settled on the edge of the bed.

"I'm okay... better than I expected," she answered, and then added with an impish grin, "Remember, you told me to."

"Hmmm..." I declared, realizing the role my words would play.

"Let's make love," she said as a needy look appeared.

"You need to shower first," I replied, and then added, "I don't want to come in contact with his... stuff."

"Okay," she answered and my rebuke brought a sad look to her face which made me feel guilty.

She was gone for about ten minutes and then returned with a towel wrapped tightly around her body. I stood as she approached and kissed her lightly on the lips. A second one followed and the third time our lips met I pulled her body hard against mine while kissing her passionately. When it finally ended, she was a bit out of breath but had a big smile.

"Get on the bed... on your back. You'll want to know everything and I want to do it all at once," she demanded.

"Where?" I asked looking at the large wet spot.

"Baby, deal with it," she replied and pushed on my arm.

I undressed and found the best spot I could, close to the edge of the mattress, and once in place, Rachel straddled my body. Since I wasn't hard, and she hadn't lubricated, she simply fell onto my chest.

"Now, no questions until I finished. I want to get it all out," she said.

"Okay, Rachel," I acknowledged.

"Well, let see... After we talked, and you told me to... I went out in the robe and came up behind him while he was working. When he saw it, he stopped and kissed me... the robe came off. He took me to the bedroom and when he found out I was wet, he... we started doing it. I mean we were doing it within just a few minutes of the call," she explained.

"Did you orgasm?" I asked even though I promised to remain quiet.

"Yes... you aren't supposed to ask questions yet," she replied.

"Go on," I said.

"We did it four times... last night. I had three orgasms and yes they felt really good," she said.

"How did you do it?" I probed.

"Missionary three times and me on top once," she responded.

"You didn't cum on top, you never do," I replied.

"No, I didn't," she confirmed.

"What else happened? Did he lick you? Did you suck him?" I pushed.

"I sucked him... some. A lot, I guess... He didn't lick me," he said.

"Why not? He did before," I asked.

"Because he... uhhh... you won't like it. He kind of came in me the first time," she answered in a nervous voice.

I used my hand to lift her head and when our eyes met, I said, "Rachel? He ejaculated into you? You aren't protected! Are you crazy?"

"I got too excited and forgot to warn him. It was just the one time... and my period is in three days so it's safe. It's okay," she replied guiltily.

"Christ, Rachel... I hope you're right," I responded, shocked she had allowed it despite her arousal. Then, I thought about the present from the professor, and asked, "How did the butt plug get in you? You wouldn't let me near, yet with Larry it's okay?"

"I don't know... I guess I just gave myself to him," she said, stunning me with the meaning of her admission.

"When did that happen?" I asked.

I felt her hand searching for my dick and when she found it, she looked at me and said, "You're hard."

At first, I felt embarrassed that her description would excite me but when she scooted back and my dick hit her dripping pussy, I countered, "And you're wet... soaked."

"It happened after the first time," she said, returning to my question.

"You're first orgasm?" I attempted to clarify.

"That's when you gave yourself to him... and let him put the thing in?" I asked.

"Yeah..." she whispered as she slowly moved her hips.

"He put it in?" I asked.

"Yeah, he saw it on the nightstand where you left it and asked if I used it. I said it was a gift and I'd never tried it," she explained.

"Did it hurt?" I pushed.

"Some..." she admitted.

"Did he use some lube?" I asked, for some reason intrigued she allowed it.

"He put it in... in my pussy first," she replied.

"So pussy juice and his cum? Shit, Rachel," I responded, realizing that she had indeed given herself to him.

"Yeah..." she whispered, and after a pause, she asked, "Do you want to put in?"

"No, baby... it's his thing. You gave it to him," I said.

"That's not true," she replied as she looked down at me.

"Yes, it is... you gave it up to him. This morning, too," I pushed.

"You made me!" she declared, and kissed me for a few seconds before she added, "I expected you sooner."

"No, baby... you wanted to give it to him. You've been wanting it for a while," I told her, as she started to move faster.

"I wanted you with me," she persisted.

"I was here this morning when he fucked you and came all over your tits. You rubbed his cum in deep, didn't you?" I fired back as the feeling of her dripping pussy took me to a higher state of excitement.

"Mmmm... I did. You watched me," she whispered seductively.

A sudden surge hit my body and without warning, I flipped Rachel onto her back and quickly re-entered. Now, I could drive into her deeply, but wanting to learn more and afraid of going over the top too soon, I set a slow, steady pace.

"You liked being with him," I whispered to get her talking again.

"Yeah..." she admitted without hesitation, indicating to me that she was also very aroused.

Suddenly, a thought hit my head, and although I tried not to say it, I couldn't hold back and whispered into her ear, "My beautiful wife has gone bad."

Her eyes which had been closed as she enjoyed the sensations, shot open and she replied, "I'm not bad. You told me to... you wanted me to."

"Maybe... but you still got bad," I teased.

A tiny smile appeared on Rachel's face as she realized my game, and seconds later she started with her provocations, "You should have come sooner to protect me... why did you wait so long?"

"I knew you wanted space, baby," I whispered.

"You should have come sooner," she repeated in a seductive voice and then continued with, "I had to beg him to pull out."

In my wildest imagination, I never thought that my loving wife could play the role of a dirty vamp. Without question, the flirtation and sex had been an incredible step in an uncharted direction, and I worried that her guilt would turn out to be overwhelming. So, now hearing her return my provocation with an equal if not more powerful message was shocking. It indicated to me that she was not going to dwell for long on any guilt. Regardless, I found her words to be deeply arousing and I started to move into her with more purpose.

"Feel good?" I grunted.

"Take it, baby... "she moaned, which pushed me even further.

The magical feeling started to churn in my body and it built so rapidly that I knew my climax would be huge. I tried to stay focused, hoping she would give me some hint that she was on a similar path, but I knew by her sounds that she hadn't started to build. Likely, Larry had fucked her completely out and she had nothing left to offer, but even that thought was arousing.

"I'm going to cum," I warned.

"Yes, yes..." she whispered into my ear, and then with a heavy moan, she added, "It's yours..."

An explosion of stars appeared before my eyes and although I tried to keep moving it felt like several hundred pounds had been loaded onto my back. I pushed in deeply once and then managed to withdraw before I fell into her as my balls spasmed. With a final, deep grunt, I collapsed onto my wife, completely spent.

My next conscious thought was Rachel's hand lovingly stroking my hair. Still sucking in air, I tried to lift to look at her, but she pushed me down onto her bosoms. Several more minutes elapsed before I managed to roll to her side, and when I did, she turned so that we were facing each other.

"I love you," she whispered as she softly pressed her lips against mine.

"I can't move," I whined.

"You're exhausted... you were fighting for me," she giggled.

"My God! Where did you come from?" I gasped.

"Baby, rest. I need to go. I'm already late for school," she replied.

I looked into her eyes for a moment and then said, "Rachel, you're not going to school today."