Chapter Two: Road Trip
Remembering and Reconciling.
I was daydreaming again. I'd been doing that a lot recently. About three weeks ago my wife Jill and I broke the monogamy barrier by having a tryst with her college roommate Carmen and her husband Tim. I'd been daydreaming ever since. My name is Paul. I'm a home builder and Jill, my wife, teaches art at our local high school.
The spark that set off that particular fire was my discovery of an entire box of spicy letters in our attic written by Carmen to Jill, along with an even hotter set of photographs of Carmen. It turns out that my Jill and Carmen had been lovers all the way back to when they were roommates in college. When confronted, Jill accepted my explanation that I not only found her lesbianism acceptable, but highly erotic and that if she was interested I wanted to participate. Jill set up a date with Carmen and her husband Tim and the two roomies performed an erotic little one-act play that turned into a riotous fuck by all four of us.
So for the last month my mind has been all over the place, but mostly on sex. It has been filled with images of Carmen and Jill lounging by the pool that afternoon wearing little more than suntan oil, of the one-act play that ended in a tangle, of Tim driving my Jill insane with his long, thin cock, and most of all of Carmen; how she arched her back when my wife was at her clit, about how she quivered as I pulled her jet-black hair and penetrated her ass, and about how she howled through her orgasm as Jill ate her and I emptied myself into her.
Damn! I missed the exit for the build at 2814 Hanover. I'd have to take the loop under the freeway and hit it coming back down the south side. The plumber subcontractor was waiting for a check to pay his guys. That being the case, however, he'd hang around for the inspection even if I was a few minutes late.
Though evening had peaked with a bang, it went out with a whimper. After I finished in Carmen, she and Jill went off to the bathroom to shower. I tried to follow to see where their heads were at just as much as to see where their hands and mouths went, but they shooed both of us guys away. Once we got cleaned up hugs, kisses, and handshakes were then exchanged and we were gone. Jill fell asleep immediately on the way home.
I looked for a chance to talk to Jill about it all. I had a jumble of thoughts and wasn't sure exactly how to straighten them out. The experience was sexual Valhalla, but I knew that a change of that size in our relationship was potentially dangerous. Looking back at it, the four of us had been edging towards sex together for years. Even though we all clearly wanted it, things still had a chance to go wrong if we didn't keep it in perspective.
Perhaps because she and I weren't entirely comfortable talking about it, Jill and I found other things to do-burying ourselves in work and home. I was pushing to finish three different houses due to be turned over before Labor Day so that the families could move into new school districts. Jill was off from school so she had more than enough work with the kids, so staying diverted was easy. But we weren't cold to one another. Far from it, we smiled, we hugged, kissed, and touched, the sexual friskiness of the evening carrying forward to our personal relationship. About three weeks after our randy BBQ with Carmen and Tim we finally caught a break when the kids cratered early after a long day at the pool.
"We haven't talked much about our night with Carmen and Tim" I said obliquely.
"No, we haven't" Jill replied.
"How did you...?" we both started simultaneously.
"I mean, what did..." we both broke in again.
"You first" I said.
"I liked the fact that you asked me" Jill said. "Even when we were in the middle of it and I was with Tim, before you really did anything with Carmen you asked me if I was okay with it. I liked that a lot. I don't know why, maybe just the formality of it."
"It came natural" I said "you may have noticed that I love you. Plus I have to confess that I didn't think there was a chance in hell that you'd would say 'no' with Tim buried in you up to the hilt at the time." Jill whacked my shoulder and laughed.
"So, where's your head at now?" I asked gathering her hands.
"I'm a worrywart" Jill began, "I worry sometimes that it might change the way we are to one another. But I talked to Carmen and as usual ended up laughing my ass off. Nothing ever seems to worry her and it was all like 'great fuck,' 'great fuck,' 'no, no really, great fuck' and pretty soon I'm a cheerleader just like her saying 'yeah, great fuck, great fuck' and that's all there is to it. She's got big plans for you; I can tell you that."
My cock gave a little start with the "big plans" announcement, but I decided to save my questions about that for later-if Jill would answer them at all.
"I don't worry about trust issues" Jill continued, "I know you're not going to go do Carmen on the side and I'm not going to do Tim on the side. But when I don't have Carmen to make me brave, when I'm just thinking about you and me, I worry about how you'll feel about me if you knew about everything that's been running through my head. Paul, you would think that sex that was that good would have satisfied me for a month, but instead it's like there was this beast inside me all this time and I woke it up. If I acted out half of what I've been thinking you'd think I was the biggest slut on the planet."
Now I was hard as stone. "If it's any consolation I've been the same way" I responded, "I've been daydreaming about night things in the middle of the afternoon. I'm living a Ronnie Milsaps song."
"Look, we should have just learned a lesson with all this. You kept this secret about Carmen and all that weight built up for years for no reason. When it came out it didn't hurt a bit. I was surprised, but we adjusted and figured out a way to enjoy it. So why keep even more secrets? Let me prove it to you. Reach down and touch me and see what kind of reaction I had to you talking about this beast of yours." Jill squeezed me.
"I still can't say what I'm thinking" Jill said, "not out loud."
"It's just you and me!" I said exasperated. "I will never understand how you can be so prudish, then when your motor gets going you go crazy. Okay, lean over here and whisper it to me."
Jill leaned in and I reached between her legs and let my hand rest against her pussy.
"I have fantasies about Steve and Wendy" Jill whispered. Steve was my boss and Wendy was his wife, a petite little sexpot of a brunette who'd been making randy suggestions about what she wanted to do to me in the supply room from the first week I started at the company.
"I see. And what do you fantasize about with Steve and Wendy?" I asked, rubbing her clit with the heel of my hand.
"Everything, just like Tim and Carmen. I think Wendy is sexy as hell and Steve looks...edible" Jill said and laughed.
