I saw Karl’s objection coming. I knew how to handle it .
Karl said, “I have had enough of this. We don’t know anything about this guy, this Russian.”
“I spent seven hours sitting next to him on the plane. I like him. I want you to like him too. Neither of us have any close friends. He is just like Rex: he’s been to lots of places and done many things. Face it, you got along with Rex fine. Now that I’ve invited Dimitri, you can’t simply announce that he is not welcome in our home.
“I listened to Dimitri for the whole trip over. He knows international law, political intrigue, I.T. He is a chef and an amateur gardener.”
Karl was not convinced. “Clair, you keep pulling these things on me. You’ve changed.”
“Karl, keep it in the active voice. You changed me by offering me something new, exciting, within our reach as a married couple. I am grateful to you. Didn’t Rex keep saying how lucky you were to have a wife like me? You told me you liked this new me: more alive, younger, and more capable of making my own decisions. We are both better in bed than we were a month ago. This Dimitri decision is important. I need you to trust me.”
Dimitri saw something was wrong as Karl approached him.
I acted fast. I caught up with my husband and whispered, “Karl, look at Dimitri. You upset him. Go over and invite him.”
Now my nuclear option came into play. A seemingly lifetime ago, but actually only two weeks, I met, bedded and slept with Rex. When it was time for me to go home, Rex had insisted that my husband Karl invite him into our home.
On that Sunday, Karl did it. Rex returned me to my husband after my first hotel stay with a lover. Rex sat in our living room like any other guest and Karl sat there entertaining him. I conjured up that vision of Karl watching Rex play with my tit and rubbing my leg. Rex made no secret of our sexual liaison. I wanted Dimitri to be just as bold.
Karl had not forgotten that afternoon either. Rex had been so convincing, I get horny just thinking about how smooth he was.
I pleaded, “Karl, men like Rex and Dimitri need to know that they are welcome. You need to let him know it is okay with the Man of the House.”
The two men approached each other. Body language told me they were feeling each other out. I was too far off to know what they were saying but, gradually, I saw Karl’s shoulders relax. I gave them more time to get acquainted. Dimitri’s questions must have disarmed Karl.
I moved closer. “Are you two going to get along?” I asked.
Karl spoke first. “Yeah. Your friend here is a beekeeper, a chef and you want him as a lover. I suppose we can entertain Dimitri for a few days. We are just back from traveling, so we can decompress together.”
Karl extended his hand and said, “Welcome to America. Please stay with us.”
Dimitri bowed and accepted Karl’s invitation.
Karl went to collect the car and said he would meet us out front. I recalled that first evening when Rex and I repaired to the hotel bar while Karl fetched our car. That was the start of my new life.
Dimitri got a luggage cart and we went to the baggage carousel. International flights’ luggage takes a while longer to come through, but I was not bored at all. As best I could, I answered Dimitri’s questions about American geography, our customs and did my best to interpret the language on the poster ads surrounding us. Again, he reminded me of Rex’s rapt attention at what I knew.
In a beautiful, serendipitous way, we three got to the passenger pickup area at the same time. When Karl stopped our sedan, Dimitri took over, telling Karl to stay put and he would play porter.
When Karl popped the lid to reveal the trunk was full of golf gear, used auto parts, tool boxes and folding chairs left over from neighborhood get-togethers. Dimitri made room for Karl’s and my small bags.
Places for Dimitri’s two bags, a large one and a small one, presented a challenge to our porter. He said, “Dat ting will never feet in the back.”
I noticed that Dimitri’s accent could slide from cultured European to some kind of Russian hick taxi driver in an instant. He was charming.
Dimitri opened the front passenger side door and deposited his huge suitcase on the front seat, along with the small bag. “Perfect,” he exclaimed.
I immediately thought that I must show my catch around to our friends and neighbors!
Dimitri made a show of escorting me to the left rear door and seeing to it that I was comfortable. He then crossed in front of our car, waved and tipped his imaginary porter’s cap at Karl and got into the back seat with me.
He fumbled with my safety belt, insisting it be fitted properly. His movements were as clumsy as a seventeen-year old boy copping a feel. I returned the flirt by pretending to adjust his seat belt. All I wanted was slip my hand into his pants. We looked at each other and giggled like college students on a date.
We got underway. Karl got a bit sarcastic and I made a mental note to correct him, before we got home. He interrupted our little love-fest/anatomy experiment. “I hope you two are getting comfortable back there.”
Dimitri answered, “Yes. I hope so. Rex said I could foock your wife, but must wear a prezervatif… a, a, condom.” Again, I wondered whether the exaggerated pronunciations were for me or for Karl.
So bold! I like men who speak their minds. I admire strong men who control the conversation by dropping surprising words at the right moment. Maybe it has something to do with both being uncut?
Dimitri’s bomb: “Karl, all I have is Russian rubles and euros. Can you run into the chemist’s and buy some condoms, maybe a dozen?”
Damn! I realized Dimitri was telling Karl that the husband would be buying the rubbers so that Dimitri could fuck his wife.
Karl wheeled the sedan into the pharmacy parking lot and started to get out.
I said, “Wait a moment, we need to talk.”
We left Dimitri in the back seat and I helped Karl out of the car. He didn’t really need the help, but I took his hand and kissed it, pressed it against my chest and told him how I felt. Dimitri pretended to look away.
“Karl. We are a different couple now and you own some responsibility. Our little role playing games with me fucking another guy began as your fantasy. I was scared, but I didn’t tell you that. I was afraid I might like it. I do.”
I know my husband. He started to say something crude or cute or sarcastic. I cut him off, “You need to show Dimitri respect. After all, he is the one I chose to have sex with. You are a great person, wonderful guy, but I need more than you can offer. You always told me you wanted to watch someone fuck me. I am giving you the opportunity, again. We traveled a long, long way. I like where we’ve been and I am excited about where we are going. You will be there.”
I spoke eye to eye. I leveled with my husband, “It took all my self-control to keep my hands and mouth away from Dimitri’s prick. Do you want me to suck him off here in the parking lot? I will if you want our friends to see me do it. I will.”
“Hell no. Fuck no,” he yelled.
“I feel like a schoolgirl on a date. Dimitri’s dick may be a bit longer than yours, but he has a mushroom head on it that dwarfs anything I have ever seen. He is uncut, like Rex. His foreskin sticks out a long ways from the head. I need to taste that knob and drink it dry.”
“You’ve already had sex with him?” Karl almost shouted.
Best to ignore stuff like this. I was not upset to be seen arguing in our neighborhood, with a stranger in the back seat of our sedan. It fit into my new plan to go almost-public with our new relationship.
Calmly I continued, “No, no, no. He was coming out of the loo and it was out. I think he did it on purpose. He has something to be proud of. It needs attention.”
Karl was incredulous. “No, you didn’t?”
“No. I didn’t touch it, but I wanted to. I am going to do more than touch it.”
Resigned to his new role, Karl turned and walked into the store. I got back into the rear seat.
In hindsight, it was good that Karl chose a store in our neighborhood for our confrontation. At the time, Karl thought it ill-advised, especially when I told him that a couple of friends had walked by. They noticed the curious seating arrangements.
Karl has a ways to go, accepting my new lifestyle. This became a test of how far I could go in public. Time would tell. Our neighborhood has a block party every first Saturday night of the month. It was two days away and I was making plans to show off my Dimitri then. I made a mental note to find out whose home would be host this month.
We pulled into the garage and did all those little operations families do on returning from a trip. Mail had to be gathered, newspapers collected, thermostats reset, rooms checked.
The job of walking the bounds, or taking stock of the inside and outside property, I assigned to Karl. I told Dimitri to tag along and told him, “For fuck sake, make friends with him. Care about what he cares about. Ask questions, like you did with me at the airport. Compare Russian and American bee hives. Be nice.”
I hoped Dimitri would heed my advice.
While the guys were outside, I moved fast. When they got back, wine was chilling in the den, dinner ordered from our Chinese place. I chose the menu for the three of us and insisted it be ready for pick up in an hour and a half.
Sleeping arrangements I made solid as well. Karl’s everyday closet contents I moved to the guest room. I wheeled Dimitri’s bags into the master bedroom.
I made another mental note to start changing the Master Bedroom over, making it into my own boudoir. I would reason with Karl. I intended to have new lovers and did not want to embarrass Karl by seeming to put him out every time I bedded somebody else. Better we just start sleeping apart. Of course, if he wanted my ass or even my cunt protected by a rubber, he can have it. That is, if my privates were not already spoken for and Rex gave Karl permission.
I would sound convincing. I imagined my side of the conversation, “Darling, we still love one another. You get so excited and sometimes want relief; but you might not be able to get in touch with Rex. Now you know need to ask his permission to stick your dick in his cunt. So, let me have this room. I will fix yours up just the way you want it. You’ll sleep better too. If you really want some relief after watching your porn, just call me. If no one else is here, I’ll take care of you.”
We three sat in the den, with Dimitri and I sitting on the small sofa together and Karl in his chair. Deja vu to Rex and I occupying the same space.
Our new guest said, “I am not good at small talk. In Russia, we speak plainly about everything.”
With that, Dimitri slid even closer to me. He put his hand on my leg and lightly stroked it. “You are a very lucky man, Karl.”
“Thank you, Dimitri. I have a lot to be thankful for. My wife and I have built quite a life together. Yes, I am lucky.”
Undeterred by innuendo, Dimitri did some hinting as well. “These are the legs of an Americanska who knows when to spread them. Look. See how she parted these beauties when I touched her. Watch mee squeeze her tittie.”
Karl made no move to object. “You want me to touch your pussy now, don’t you, Clair? Karl, you want to watch me caress her? Yes?”
Karl was speechless. He stuttered, “No. Yes, it is all right. Go ahead. She looks like she needs some relief.”
“We all do, but in good time.”
The wine took the edge off the uncomfortable situation. After a few sips, I asked Karl to go easy, drink no more until he got back with our dinner.
“Why don’t you take the MGB out for a test drive?” I said. “It hasn’t been out for a run since Rex and I drove up to the mountains?”
I told Karl to wait an hour or so before collecting the dinner. I continued. “I can show Dimitri where he’ll be staying. I’m sure we all want to freshen up before dinner.”
Karl left and I took Dimitri by the hand and led him into my bedroom. His head had been swiveling since getting into town, asking questions about things we take as commonplace. It was good to bring him into a space where he knew what to do. Dimitri was like an animal. My other two lovers were kind, gentle and took their time. Not Dimitri. He was not a bear, pawing and mauling and all over me. Instead, Dimitri was a goat.
I insisted we be clean first. He stripped so fast, I couldn’t keep up! Our bathroom is a showcase with a huge jetted tub, a separate shower big enough for two or even three. Mirrors and paintings and (at this time of year) windows opening to the patio area. Dimitri had the shower water running and invited me to join in.
In his best attempt at Americanization, he said, “Come on in, the water’s fine.”
The stream was hot enough to make the room foggy. We washed each other, now taking our time to explore the new bodies that would soon be one. He washed me first. He instinctively knew which soap was mine, so he lathered up the pink scrunchy and started on my back, then my ass.
“Crouch,” he ordered. Then he focused on my legs, even my feet, then, “Turn around.”
His treatment was as much massage it was a scrub. Again, déjà vu to the excellent hotel service last week.
I did my best to repay Dimitri. He was hairy, very hairy. His pubes were a forest of curly hair with that huge knob covered with an extra-long foreskin. He told me to pull it back and be sure to scrub him well. I sat him down on the tub edge and massaged his feet, curling his toes. This was a gentleman who must get regular pedicures. I wished that Karl would do that as well.
Then both of us got back under the hot shower and lingered. Finally, post-flight languid, I sighed, “I’m done.”
Dimitri said, “Okay,” and before I could scream “No!” he turned off all the hot water: icy cold water cascaded from the faucet.
I was in shock. There was no place to run but literally underneath Dimitri.
He sheltered me, hugged me and said, “You will get used to this and after I leave, this is the way you will bathe.”
I wasn’t so sure.
He laughed and grabbed a big towel. He rubbed, massaged and dried my body with the towel, intermittently drying himself. I was shocked at how open and bold we were with one another.
I confessed, “I won’t say I’ve never done this before, but you bring out an openness and freedom in me I never knew existed.”
He led me to the bed and laid me down and started kissing me. Forehead, eyelids, ear, other ear, neck, breasts and then back again. He whispered, “Next time, I let husband undress you, slowly. You make him do that?”
“Yes. Of course I will make Karl undress me for you, plus anything else you ask.”
Dimitri went back to my left breast and addressed it, “You are beautiful. I cannot choose between you and your twin sister, so I must treat you both the same. The only difference will be the shape of the marks I leave on you. Don’t be jealous if one gets more than the other. Both will be satisfied, I promise.”
With that vow, Dimitri grasped my left tit with both hands in a circle and proceeded to suck on the nipple.
“The first bite will be on the bottom. Husband may not notice it at first, but when he sees it is the largest, he will appreciate what joy I brought you.”
He bit/sucked me on that fold between breast and chest, still on the sensuous portion. Then he did the other one. Dimitri was an expert at marking me. His love bites, hickeys, pinches, bruises marked me as his.
Later, I looked at myself in the mirror. There were small bruises circling my tits, on my lower stomach, between my cunt and my belly button. I had to strain to see the ones on the small of my back and on the insides of my legs. I planned to shop first thing tomorrow for some new clothes that would almost hide the marks, leaving tantalising evidence on display as well. That party will be a blast.
Rex may own my cunt and Karl my ass, but Dimitri gets the rest.
I thought he was finished biting my tits, but he kept coming back to them, as we progressed through my sucking him, his fingering me. My whispers in his ear, our grunts and groans of sheer ecstasy propelled him to just keep going. He did: stroking, kissing, nipping whatever part of my body exposed itself.
Dimitri had no problem obeying Rex’s order. “I respect my place here. It is your husband’s place that will need attention. I will help him along, when the time comes.”
Dimitri said this matter-of-factly, as I was doing my best to fit the condom over his enormous helmet. When that task was complete, I lay down, opened my legs and let him have his way with me.
Readers might object to that phrase as trite, but I am honest here. I let him do whatever he wanted with me.
I asked, “Dimitri, do you have a phrase in Russian, ‘fuckdoll’?”
He said, “No. But I think I like it.”
He heard me say, “I am your fuckdoll today. Do with me what you will.”
That is where the goat part comes in. He mounted me with his arms over my shoulders, his knees between mine. Dimitri leaned forward. I said, “That big dick of yours has a mind of its own.”
“And one eye that sees its target.” With that, his monster found my slit. He sensed he was a little high and without touching that bulb, lowered himself just far enough for his hot dickhead to be right at my hole. One thrust!
“Your ass moves jackhammer. Move that lightbulb of a dickhead faster.”
In and out of me he pounded. I was a fuckdoll. He was a machine. The rest of his body, arms, legs and torso were as rock-hard as his dick. He wouldn’t stop. His body covered mine completely.
Neither my fingers nor Peter my dildo, nor Rex could move that fast or furiously. Karl wasn’t in the same league. I could never match Dimitri’s movement, even when I was a teenager. So I just took it: lay there and let him fuck me like an animal.
Next time, I thought, he is going to do this animal-style, doggy-style. Yeah, let him fuck me like the bitch I can be. Karl will need to watch Dimitri do me like that. Karl will cum in his pants if he sees those balls swinging, Dimitri grinding them into my clit while fucking me from behind. If Dimitri wants Karl to clean us up, I think he will do it.
Did I cum? Once when he slowed down enough to leave another pair of marks on my body, on my shoulders. I could feel his dick throb when he kissed me.
I came really hard next time. When he was done he pulled the rubber off and dropped it in the trash can.
My lover showed his appreciation by being as gentle with his mouth on my sore pussy lips as he was severe on the rest of my body. I reciprocated and cleaned him up with my tongue. I pulled the receding foreskin back as far as I could, buried his dick in my mouth and just held it there. I slipped my tongue inside the foreskin and circled his head. He liked it and I think I could have made him hard again, but we had little time now. His pubic hair tickled my nose so I rubbed his hair as if combing it with my nose and cheek. Good thing we had washed all over, because I reciprocated his ass licks with some of my own.
Time seemed to stand still for a while. Then we got some clothes on, to be moderately tasteful, even though we were still on the bed. In unison, we said, “I hear someone coming.”
We stayed put, knowing Karl had to see this. We waited. When Karl came into our bedroom, I was propped up on my back, dressed in a short skirt, open blouse, braless and no panties for now. Dimitri was almost dressed, with fresh shirt and underwear, straddling my chest and tickling me, teasing me, joking with me, whispering into my ear. I was examining his now-flaccid penis.
Karl made his presence known and approached my side of the bed. Dimitri lifted himself off me toward the other side.
Karl might have thought we’d gone no further than some heavy petting. However, Dimitri leaned over my body, pulled up my skirt, showing my still ruby-red pussy.
He bragged, “Karl. Here is proof. Your wife’s cunt is still intact. The rubber is in the bin if you wish to check. If your friend Rex asks you if I used a rubber when I fucked this delicious pussy, you can tell him I kept my promise.”
Dimitri then leaned down and kissed my pussy, blatantly using his broad tongue on me. As he walked out of my boudoir, he said, “You may kiss the bride.”
Trite to say the silence in the room was deafening, but that analogy fits. The click when Dimitri shut my bedroom door was a sonic boom. I jumped.
Karl noticed. I asked him to come sit on the bed. “You look upset. Angry?”
“Of course, a stranger just fucked you on our bed.”
“Yes, Dimitri fucked me. Fucked me good. Karl. I don’t understand. This is what you wished for, almost begged for. You should be glad that I finally came through. Lie down here beside me.”
“Dinner is ready.”
“Fuck dinner. We need to talk. First, I need your advice.”
“Go on,” Karl said, warily.
“This room needs to be more feminine. Do you think a light pink or a cream color would be better? I am going to remodel. I will fix up the guest room for you, just the way you always wanted it.”
Silence. No answer. I started to massage Karl’s shoulders as I snuggled closer.
“You told us in the den that you knew I needed to be satisfied. I think you could use some satisfaction yourself. Right?”
I moved my hand down to his belt and tugged at his zipper. I whispered, “Me fooling around turns you on. Do you want to watch us next time? I will tell Dimitri that is what I want. He will do as I say.”
Rex taught me to vary my volume and tone. This time my whisper was so soft, he had to move his ear closer to my lips. “Will you watch? I want you to see the whole thing, start to finish.”
Karl nodded his head and I felt his erection growing.
“Pull down your pants. I want to see my husband’s dick standing proud and hungry. But I will get the meal.”
One hint I need to mention. Of course, men like to be sucked. But men getting a blow job with their pants around their ankles is a turn on for the woman. She is then in charge and he is at her mercy. So when I straddled him the way my Russian had straddled me, I could take control.
My husband’s tool was erect, his hairy balls and pubes moving on their own. I wet my lips and took the head and about an inch into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the bulb. When it touched that most sensitive bottom part, I trilled it.
“I want you to watch Dimitri take me doggy-style. Will you do that for me? He is an animal. You want him to fuck me like a bitch in heat?”
I did not wait for an answer. I went back to trilling. I looked up into his eyes and gestured, “Uh? Uh hu?”
“Uh!” I got my answer and rewarded Karl with a magnificent deep throat. When he was close, I looked up at him again. He wanted me to keep going. He needed to cum. I had just a few more questions.
“Dimitri wants you to undress me. I will be wearing something thin and revealing, plus maybe a push-up bra and crotch-less panties. You need to buy me a virginal white outfit. Lay it out for me. You can dress me, call my lover in; then undress me. You cannot jerk off though. If you touch yourself, Dimitri will have to put you out. Understand?”
He surprised me. “I’d like that. You will be a present I unwrap for him.”
“Ah. I do love you. I can make you happy too, afterwards. Think what you want to do to me, when I dismiss Dimitri. Don’t tell me now. Wait and let it be a surprise. Of course, you can’t fuck me in Rex’s pussy, but everything else is fair game.”
That last part was a complete lie. Rex never told Karl he couldn’t fuck me. Rex required a rubber when anyone fucks his property. Truth be known, I was getting a little tired of Karl’s smaller dick and unimaginative action.
Back to his dick. He was close to shooting his load down my throat.
“One last question, husband. Have you talked to Christine since we got back home? Christine sounds like one hot number. I want to meet her.”
Talk about buzz-kill! I confided, “Yeah, Ian spilled the beans to Rex after you and Alec had your fling on Thursday. You will have to tell me all about that ‘KinkyKorner Klub’ Alexandra and Ian took you to Wednesday night.”
Karl’s bright red complexion went white. I confessed, “Ian told Rex all about your exploits. He told me by phone while we were on the runway at Heathrow. He also told me about what you were doing while Rex and I were just seven floors above you.”
He started to apologize. I cut him off. “No matter, we will have Dimitri pay for her time here. She can be his date at the neighborhood party tomorrow night. I look forward to comparing notes. She might like to spend Saturday night here, after the party.” Karl lost his false sense of righteousness, some spousal respect and his erection.
“You were right about one thing, husband. Dinner is getting cold. Let’s go.”
What I did not realize until Rex and I chatted later, was that he had all the personal data about Ian and Alexandra on file. He gleaned numbers from Ian’s conference registration. Already he was following Karl’s and Ian’s phone record and data. He simply added Alec to the pile. He would not discuss my information trail and claimed that Christine must be an alias.
