This is the story of poor Carol Hendrick, a normal, healthy young woman with normal, healthy desires. Unfortunately, she followed the advice of her conservative parents and married Alan, who has a low sex drive and is unable to satisfy her. But Alan is aroused by the idea of his wife having sex with other men, so he suggests she become a Hotwife and start a relationship with a man who can serve as her Bull. In Chapter 9 Bill's friend Rachel comes into Carol's life.
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I felt so comfortable with Rachel, I told her everything there is to tell about my relationship with Carol. How it started. How it evolved. How it stands today. As I expected, she listened to the whole thing without judgment. When it was over, she laid her head on my chest.
"I feel sorry for both of you," Rachel said. "Carol has to live with a husband who isn't attracted to her, and you are in a relationship where you aren't allowed to have feelings. But you do have feelings, don't you? Bulls aren't supposed to become emotionally attached to their hotwives, but you are attached, aren't you?"
"Of course I am," I said. "That's the only reason I wanted to talk to you about it. It's grown into this big secret that none of my friends or family know about. When this started, I thought Carol was offering a casual relationship with a lot of no-strings-attached sex. That's not what it is today."
"Of course it isn't," Rachel said. "If you are a decent person, and you are intimate with another decent person, over time you will catch feelings. It's inevitable."
Rachel laid her head on my chest. "Bill, I'm having some interesting feelings myself."
"Oh no. Do you think I'm a sleaze for doing this?"
"Of course not. You know we well enough to know that I am not judgemental, and that I know the world is a complicated place. What I was going to say is that I feel more attracted to you now. The fact that you have such a deep relationship with Carol makes me want to have a deeper relationship with you."
"I can't imagine why," I said.
"That's because you don't know what we women face when we look for men," Rachel said. "The cultural norm for most people is that they date around for a while, then settle into an exclusive relationship, then get married, then have kids, then have grandkids, and then die. The fact that I don't want to ever be locked into any exclusive relationship is a major obstacle for guys.
"What did you think when I told you I don't want exclusivity? Most guys think it's cool. They like the idea that they can have sex with me and I'm OK with them being with other women. They think they struck the jackpot. But after we date for a while, things change. They start thinking they want me for themselves. They start complaining if I can't see them because I'm busy with some other guy. I had a stalker once. That was not fun.
"Bill, I know you will never pressure me to have an exclusive relationship. After all the time you've spent being involved with a married woman, I feel safe with you. You will never give me shit for being me. I hope we can see each other a lot. Plus, the fact that you're so good in bed is a nice bonus."
"Thanks. Back at you. I'd like it if we could keep seeing each other."
By this time it was getting light above the eastern horizon. The world of night is black-and-white because our night vision is nothing but monochrome. Gradually, we could see hints of color in the landscape around us.
"This has been one of the nicest nights I've ever had," I said.
"So you're a fan of making love under the stars?" Rachel said.
"Definitely. And everything else. The stargazing, The conversation. Being naked outdoors in nature."
"I should invite you to spend a weekend at the nudist resort where my parents have a cabin," Rachel said. "You might like the experience of going day after day without wearing a single stitch of clothing."
"I'd be happy to try it," I said. "One of the things I like about this trip is that you've introduced me to a lot of things I've never done before. I've never eaten vegan meals. Never camped. Never vaped. Never listened to music from India. You are a very unique woman, Rachel."
"Glad you liked it. Glad you like doing new things. That tends to happen a lot to people who spend time with me," she said. "Maybe we can think of some more new things for you to do before we leave here."
It was time to put on our clothes and return to the RV. We'd been up for a long time; we needed to get a few hours of sleep before starting any new adventure. Rachel poured glasses of wine as we sat around relaxing.
"I've got an idea," she said.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Yeah. How would you like to try another thing that's new? I may know something you haven't done before."
"I'm game. I think," I said.
"Have you ever tried pegging?"
Uh oh. Pegging. For those of you who don't spend a lot of time reading porn, pegging is when a women uses a strap-on to fuck a guy in the ass. I'd heard about it, but never felt the slightest urge to do it myself.
