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Jules thought about that for a moment, then murmured, “Damn.”
“It was … quite an experience.”
“I’ll bet.”
He took a deep breath before continuing. “So, after that night, we slowly started experimenting a little more, this time with a couple of men. For Gwen.”
“You watched men go down on her?”
“Yes.”
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Not at first, no. It was kind of uncomfortable seeing another guy licking my wife’s pussy while he finger-fucked her, and seeing how much she enjoyed it. I know she didn’t experience the same discomfort watching me with the other women, so I tried to get into the mindset that what we were doing was erotic, and I should enjoy it. So, when she encouraged me to participate, I did.”
“Participate, how?”
Malcom cleared his throat, to dislodge some of his self-consciousness. “By, you know, kissing her, and sucking on her nipples. That helped make the experience more enjoyable, because being actively involved was better than being an observer, and made it less morally uncomfortable, if that makes any sense. Looking back, though … I think that’s how I got played.”
“Played?”
“Yes. I think I was the frog in the pot of water, and she was slowly turning up the heat. Because it wasn’t long before Gwen said she wanted to watch me have sex with another woman.”
Chapter 28
Gwen and the end, Part II
Jules cocked her head as she looked at Malcom. She probably shouldn’t have been surprised at that, but she kind of was. Not to mention she actually felt slightly put off at the thought of watching him have sex with another woman, and Jules was only dating him for Christ’s sake. “Is this what you were referring to when you said, ‘She wanted more than you were willing to give’?” she asked, repeating what he’d said to her about Gwen in regard to the end of his marriage.
“Unfortunately, no,” he replied with a sigh before continuing. “Now, at this point, I was starting to have some serious qualms about what we were doing, how far it was going to go, and for how long. I mean, was our new normal going to forever include other, random people? Because I really wasn’t wanting that. So, I was against fucking another woman, because thatreallyseemed like something we shouldn’t be doing, but every concern I had was ridiculed and shot down. Gwen wouldn’t let it go. She wanted us to ‘take the next step’, which she was sure I’d enjoy, since I’d enjoyed all the other stuff we’d done. Plus, several of her friends had done it as well and really enjoyed it—”
“Jesus, her friends are … well, that’s all I’m going to say.”
Slightly amused since Jules hadn’t really said anything, he continued. “So … we did it. We chose Zoe from the website and met at a hotel—always a different one, to be discreet—and Gwen watched me have sex with her.”
“How was that?”
“Well, Gwen wanted Zoe to be on top and Gwen ended up playing with Zoe from behind while she was riding me—”
“Playing with her? Like fingering her?”
“Yes. I could see everything, and for the most part it was good.”
Jules lay there, trying to imagine that lifestyle—heading out on a Friday night to go watch your husband fuck a woman that wasn’t you, and being really into it. “What wasn’t good about it?”
“Just the feeling of being on display, I guess.” He paused, then asked, “Have you ever been in a situation like that?”
“You mean a threesome?”
“Yes.”
“No, I’ve never done that.”
“Have you ever wanted to?”
“Is that your way of asking if I’d want to watch you with another woman?”
“Maybe.”
