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I was marveling at the new apartment—the floors, the fresh paint, the space, the possibilities, the view of the city—when I heard the knock. I kissed my fingers like a chef. My wife and I were so ready to turn this place into our love nest as soon as she got back from work. I pulled my eyes away from the hardwood floors to go see who was at the door.

It was the landlord, Harry, with his tight mouth and his distinguished gray hair. I gave him a great big smile of gratitude and a firm handshake. He held my hand there for a second when I noticed the woman next to him holding a small mat rolled up under her arm. I gave her a quick nod and a smile but tried to keep my eyes on Harry and not on her glorious cleavage.

“This is my wife, Doris,” he said in his low voice. He nodded towards the apartment. “How’s the place?”

“Fucking awesome,” I exclaimed, making them laugh. I went on about how much we loved the space, how we loved the view, the garden, the patio, the balcony, the neighborhood. I was blathering on, but in the corner of my eye was Doris and her white and red sundress with frilly straps. Her breasts were almost spilling over. The hem was frilly, too, I noticed when I pretended to laugh at a joke by looking at the floor.

It was a short dress, only covering half her thighs. She was curvy and sexy. She reminded me of Marilyn Monroe. She had sandals on with jewels on the strap. I pointed to the convenient elevators down the hallway and they looked to where I was pointing, which gave me a chance to really get a good view of Doris and her blonde curls and her pink lips.

“Well, I’m glad you love the place,” Harry was saying. “You let us know if you need anything, okay?”

“Sure, sure,” I nodded, realizing Doris was staring at me. I looked over at her and she gave me such a beaming smile. I looked at Harry who was staring at us hard.

“We live here, too,” Harry said. “Right down the hall.”

“The lakeside view,” I said to which he shrugged apologetically. “Still love our view,” I quickly added.

“To welcome you to the building, we’ve got a little gift for you.”

“Oh, yeah?” I looked at Doris and the mat that was rolled under her arm. “Thank you.”

“Go inside,” Harry commanded.

I wasn’t sure he was talking to me. “Excuse me?”

Harry nodded towards the apartment. “Inside. Not out here.”

“Oh, right,” I said, a little confused. I opened the door wider and let them into the empty apartment. Harry looked around, then he nodded to Doris. Doris placed the mat on the floor. It said, 'Welcome,' on it. “Nice,” I said.

But then Doris knelt down on the mat. Before I could ask, Harry’s hand was on the small of my back and he led me closer to her. I looked at him. His tight mouth gave a tight little smile and he winked at me. I looked at Doris, who grinned up at me, her hands grabbing my sides to pull me to her.

“A little welcoming gift for you, sir,” Harry said, crossing his arms.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to—” I began to say, but my pants were already open, my boxers pulled down, and my dick was getting bigger in her soft hand.

“It’s all right,” Doris said in a soft, sweet lilting voice that had a hint of an accent. “A little extra we give to tenants we like. You’ll like it.”

I gave her a nervous laugh. “I’m sure I will, but—”

I was still protesting while she stroked and rubbed until I was hard as a rock.

“How is it?” Harry asked Doris.

I looked back at Doris who put my cock close to her face. She then said to Harry, “It’s good.”

Harry nodded. He put a hand on my shoulder. “Relax. She likes you. Enjoy it.”

She licked the tip which made me jump a little. She took the whole thing in her mouth which made me gasp. She held my balls which made me groan. Her tongue didn’t stop attacking my cock while she sucked. I reached for her lovely blonde hair. Both my hands were on her head. Both her hands were on my hips. And we worked together to pump that cock into her mouth. I looked at her husband nervously, but he was texting on his smartphone.

She pulled away and there was a splash of saliva. She licked the shaft while she took a breath. Then she took the cock back into her mouth again. I was ready to go. I tried to hold it. One of her hands was squeezing my butt cheek. My weak spot. I grabbed my cock to keep it from ejaculating. She let it go and held her mouth open, tongue out, hands cupped by her chin. Such a welcoming face for my cum. So I gave it to her. I could hear myself groaning loudly as I came, my load shooting onto her cheeks, her forehead, dripping down to her mouth, her chin, and her hands.

I staggered back. “Oh, wow,” I could only say.

Doris stood up, spitting what little cum that made it to her mouth onto her hand. She smiled at me briefly before going to the washroom.

I held my head for a second, trying to comprehend what just happened. I glanced at Harry, who finally put his phone away and nodded to me. “Welcome to the neighborhood,” he said. “Welcome to the building.” I nodded, feeling stupid talking to a man with my cock still out, cum dripping onto the floor. Harry didn’t seem to notice or care. “My wife and I have soirees every other Friday. Fun little parties,” he said with a shrug. “Hope to see you at the next one.” He held out his hand, so I shook it. I usually give firm handshakes, especially when shaking hands with clients. This one was flimsy and weak against his strong hand.

Doris emerged from the washroom holding a small washcloth.

“Ready, babe?” Harry said.

“Yes,” she said. As she passed me, she pressed the washcloth against my flaccid dick until I held it myself.

“And remember this,” Harry said, his face back to that stern tight mouth look as he pointed at me. “Good neighbors? Quid pro quo.”

“Huh?” I said.

He winked at me again before holding his wife’s hand. The couple left, and I still stood there.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” my wife Ellen was asking two days later. She had just thrown a beer bottle at me and it hit the wall with a crash. I was still staring at the wetness on the wall when she smacked me on the head.

“I’m sorry,” I yelled at her.

“Sorry?” she said, wincing at me, even more angry now. “Sorry? You let a woman blow you in our apartment!”

“She forced herself on to me!” I said weakly. “I didn’t know what to do.”

“How about saying ‘no’?”

“How about thinking this through?” I said to her. “These people gave us this apartment. There were plenty of other couples they could’ve given it to. Look at this place. Look at this view. I wanted to show my gratitude.”

“By letting a woman blow you.”

“If that’s how they do it around here,” I said before dodging another punch from her. “It took me totally by surprise. She just got down on her knees and went at it. That guy was right behind us. He’s fucking creepy as hell. And intimidating. I didn’t want to be rude.”

“So you were scared? Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Scared stiff,” I said with the tiniest grin.

I looked at my wife. A small, sexy brunette in her business suit and her high heels and her hands on her hips. “Don’t be angry.”

“How can I not be?”

“I understand. We’re married. But guess what? You’re the one I love. I love you. I’m with you. I’m in this new apartment to build a life with you.” I went to her now that she had nothing else to throw at me. “It’s not like I went out and said, ‘Hey, I’m gonna cheat on my wife.’ No, I was here, waiting for the movers. They barged in. They’re fucking weird. So I played along.”

“You ‘played along,’” she repeated shaking her head.

“That’s right. ‘When in Rome,’ you know.” I threw a hand up. “She sucked anyway.”

“Yeah, I know she sucked,” she said, turning to go to the kitchen.

“No, I mean, she wasn’t good. Not like you.”

She was in the kitchen getting a wine bottle out and handling everything brusquely.

“Another woman’s mouth was sucking your cock,” she said, nodding and letting out an angry breath. “Doris, right? That lady with the oversized breasts and the fat ass.”

“Don’t get jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“She’s not fat,” I said, shrugging. “More like Marilyn Monroe, you know? Voluptuous.”

I suddenly realized what I was saying when a spatula flew across my head.

I was sleeping on the couch later when she appeared in front of me in her nightgown. I blinked myself awake.

“What do we do now?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“The only reason you told me this is because of the phone messages, right?”

“Oh, yeah.”

I sat up. After the welcoming blowjob, Harry had sent me a text message repeating the words, “quid pro quo” and “Soiree next Friday.” I ignored them at first but then he had called as well saying he wanted us at the party to see if we were good neighbors and tenets. It sounded like a veiled threat to me which made me nervous. After a few more messages, I decided to tell Ellen about it. She wanted to know what had happened. After a couple days of beating around the bush, I decided ‘fess up to tell her about the blowjob. That was when she had attacked me. But now here she was in front of me, calmer now. And we had to decide what to do about this invite.

“So what do we do?” she asked.

“We don’t go. Fuck that. We’re busy. We both work. We’re exhausted. We don’t have time for a ‘soiree’.” I said “soiree” with an exaggerated French accent. “Better yet. Let’s go out that night. We’ll be out. Pick anywhere. Make a reservation.”

She sighed. “What about being good neighbors?”

“They can’t kick us out, right? We signed the papers. We’re on the lease.” I sighed. “But I’ve been asking around. They’ve gotten people kicked out before for odd reasons.” When she looked worried, I quickly added, “But hey, the place is legally ours for another eleven months.” I grabbed her hand, but she seemed deep in thought. She couldn’t possibly be entertaining this idea. “Come on.”

“We don’t want to lose this place.”

“We won’t,” I said with a confident shrug.

“What about next year? For renewal? We don’t want to get on their bad side either.”

“We won’t,” I said, shaking my head.

“We can go for a drink.”

“Ah, shit,” I said, laying back on the couch.

“We don’t have to do anything we don’t want to do.”

“What about this ‘squid quo ho’ thing?”

“Quid pro quo. We’re adults. We can say no.” She turned to go back to bed. “Most of us anyway.”

“Can I come back to bed?” I called out after her.

“Tomorrow,” she said before the bedroom door shut.

The dreaded Friday came. The party wasn’t really a party. It was just two couples—us and the creeps. The TV was on mute, playing a classic Swedish erotica film from the 70s. I recognized it but didn’t tell Ellen. There was soft New Age jazzy music playing. For an hour we just talked about our childhoods, our jobs, the White House, old movies. There was lots of wine, which Ellen, lovely in a red minidress she hadn’t worn in a while, was indulging in, encouraged by Harry. After using the washroom, I sat back on their plush sofa. Doris sat next to me in her silk purple blouse, black leggings and high heels. Harry was in a suit. I was wearing jeans.

“You’re not drinking, Chris,” Doris said, with that lilting voice, as if she had gone to the Grace Kelly school of manners.

“That accent…” I said.

She laughed. “I grew up in Ukraine.”

“Ohhh,” I said. “That’s where it's from.”

Ellen was by the kitchen where they had set up a minibar. She came back with a glass. “Such a big mystery, wasn’t it,” she said to no one in particular.

“So much craziness going on over there right now,” I said.

“Oh, I know.” She shrugged. “But we’re here. Having a good time.”

“Are we?” Ellen said.

I figured maybe I shouldn’t be sitting so close to Doris. I started getting up when Harry who was sitting on the love seat by himself, hit a button on a remote. The smooth jazz switched to more dance music.

Ellen raised a hand, “Now that’s better.” She rocked to the music a little. Harry raised the volume and she liked it. She pointed to him. “Yeah!” She was feeling the music now, whipping her hair across her face. Ellen had been drinking a lot on purpose. And now this music was playing? The kind of pop urban trash she used to love dancing to in the clubs? I bit my lip.

She was singing with the lyrics, some unsubtle, crass lyrics about sex. She was looking at me. I was getting a little annoyed. I checked my watch. Maybe I could say it was getting late. But just as I lifted my wrist, Doris placed her hand over mine and held it. She was smiling and nodding to Ellen who was putting on a show. Ellen’s hands were all over her body—her shiny brown hair, her tiny breasts, her hips, the hem of her red dress, which she started lifting a little. Harry got up and took off his jacket. He danced awkwardly. Doris started clapping, egging them on. He danced his way to Ellen.

“We can say no,” I remembered Ellen saying.

Instead, I watched her take Harry’s hands and pull him closer. I took a deep breath and covered my mouth while I looked. Doris laughed. Even her laughs were measured and delicate. She was tapping me on my thigh to the rhythm of the song. Her hand stopped tapping but stayed on my thigh. My inner thigh.

Meanwhile, Ellen was nineteen again, in a club illegally, and twerking. When Harry slid up behind her, she twerked into his crotch. A little grunt escaped from me, but Doris’s hand was holding me back. Harry’s hands were on Ellen’s sides, on her front, on her ass. Her eyes were closed for a minute as she let him feel her up. She turned to him and cupped her hands on his face. His hands were still all over her. On her breasts, too.

I concentrated on her to block out the music because I thought I heard something. There it was. She was actually moaning. He was groping her, and she was moaning. I pushed my head back on the headrest of the sofa, but I still looked. He was playing with the hem of her dress. She was playing with his belt.

He stopped dancing. He opened his dress pants.

Doris’s hand was still on me.

Ellen had her hands on his chest but they moved down and she slowly squatted down. He reached into his pants and out came his cock, fully erect after Ellen had rubbed her ass on it for a while. She was looking up at him with this fascinated smile on her face.

“Quid pro quo,” she said to him, to which he nodded.

And she took it.

Into her mouth.

Doris’s hand was on my crotch. I didn’t want an erection but here it came anyway.

Ellen had her hands all over Harry’s chest and his thighs as she sucked. He took the cock in his hands and patted her cheeks with it. He slid it into her mouth again and poked her inner cheek with it. He pulled it out again and stood on his toes. She lowered herself so she could take his scrotum into her mouth. She licked the balls and kissed them. I could hear the smacking of lips, the wetness. She licked everything. The part between the balls and the inner thighs. The part between the balls and the ass. Everything between the cock and belly button. And when he put his hand on her face, she licked his fingers, too.

I was so hard and so angry, I didn’t even realize Doris had undone my pants and my cock was out, too. Harry was staring at me while my wife sucked his cock. He gave me that tight smile again. I looked away while Doris stroked my reluctant erection.

When I looked at Harry again, his eyes were still on me. And he orgasmed into my wife’s mouth. She started moaning as the cum filled her throat. She tapped on his thighs for him to release her. He finally did, and she coughed out his cum.

Doris clapped lightly and sang, “Beautiful.”

“Good girl,” Harry was telling my wife. Then he pointed to me but continued speaking to her. “Now finish him, too.”

Ellen looked at me and then looked at Harry, who nodded to her. Without a smile, he said, “Now.”

Ellen looked at the floor for a second, then started getting up. Harry’s hand held her back on the floor.

“Crawl to your husband,” he added, before stroking her brown hair like a pet.

Ellen eyed me. I was still a little angry. I watched her in that slinky red dress as she crawled on all fours towards Doris and me. Doris had one arm around my shoulders while the other hand held my cock for Ellen. She stopped in front of me, still glaring at me. For a second we just glared at one another. Without taking her eyes off of me, she gave my cock a gentle kiss on the tip. Then she smiled at me. I didn’t smile back but my anger was subsiding. I touched her hair. And her face fell onto my cock, devouring it.

Harry was sitting on the love seat again, smiling at us. Doris was stroking my hair and Ellen’s back. Ellen was blowing me harder than she’d ever done. As I orgasmed into her mouth, I kissed Doris.

We didn’t say a word when we returned to our apartment later. It was starting to bother me. As she passed by me without saying anything, I grabbed her.

“Hey!” I said.

She yanked her arm away. “What?”

“Can we talk about this?”

“You’ve got a problem?”

“Shouldn’t I have a problem with this?”

“We’re even now,” she said, marching to the bedroom.

“Even?” I followed her. “Is that what this was about?”

She sat on the bed to take off her earrings. “Sorry,” she said with a shrug.

“This is fucked up,” I said, leaning on the doorway.

She got up and pulled her dress off. I looked at her in her black lacy panties. She kicked off the heels. She climbed onto the bed to go to sleep. I went to her.

“I want a kiss goodnight,” I said.

She ignored me.

I pulled her towards me.

“Oh, yeah?” she said. “Okay. I think I still have some of his cum in my mouth. You want to kiss me? Come here.” She grabbed my shirt and pulled me towards her. Our lips smashed together as I lost my balance a little. She jammed her tongue between my lips. I tasted the wine. Not sure about the cum. After a moment of wet tongue wrestling, she pushed me away.

“How was that?” she asked. I got up and she turned away from me.

I went to the couch and sulked.

A half hour later I went back to the bedroom. She was laying on her belly. I pulled her panties off slowly and gently climbed on top of her, her skinny legs between mine. She was stirring. I fondled her butt cheeks. I squeezed my cock in between her thighs. She was moaning a little as she woke up. She turned to look. I pressed her down onto the bed. She let a longer moan. I found my way into her pussy. Her moan got louder. And I fucked her silly.

A few awkward hellos between us and the swinging landlord couple was all that happened for the next few weeks. They had other soirees but we didn’t go to them, although we were invited to each one. I saw other people coming in and out of their apartment. Older people, younger people, whites, blacks. We went about our business.

One day I came home early from the office. I opened the door of our apartment. She was usually home from her job by then. I heard sounds coming from the bedroom.

I listened harder.

Sex sounds. The bed creaking. A woman moaning or whimpering like a chipmunk. Ellen? With who? I started seething. But I snuck towards the bedroom. I stopped by the door.

“Yes,” a woman was saying. “Oh, yes.” I knew it. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists, holding back from kicking the door open. “No, no, no,” she was saying. My eyes perked up. “No, no, don’t stop!” It was definitely Ellen and someone was fucking her and it wasn’t me. I felt a tear come down my face. That soiree had brought out the worst in her, I feared. I wondered if it was creepy Harry in there with her.

“Mmm,” Ellen was mumbling. “Mm? Mm?”

I recognized that sound. She was having orgasms. Her squealing was reaching a crescendo.

I pictured a dozen different scenarios on how to barge in, even one where I snap a picture so I have evidence. Instead, I pushed the door open slowly to look inside.

I saw her face first, on the pillow, eyes closed, mouth open, orgasmic sounds of ecstasy bursting out of her. I saw her bare shoulders, her breasts. She grabbed at her own nipples with one hand. I continued moving, getting more of the scene. I saw her navel, twitching and turning and squirming. I saw her legs flailing around. When it kicked in the air I could see the figure between her legs. The blond curls. Ellen’s other hand had a fistful of those goldilocks. And Doris seemed to be giving her an oral job that sent Ellen flying to the heavens.

Ellen pushed Doris away and turned around, burying her face into the pillow, her own hand grabbing at her pussy and she went through another orgasm. Doris was reaching for her and Ellen was pushing her hands away, kicking at her even without thinking. Doris laughed that lilting laugh as she climbed on top of my woman. Doris’s alabaster white skin pressed against Ellen’s tanned skin. Doris’s body dwarfed Ellen’s and it was cute.

She turned Ellen back around, their legs entangled, their arms wrapped around one another, as they licked at each other and kissed. Ellen looked like she needed Doris so badly and Doris held her tight, like a mother. She reached back down to Ellen’s pussy and started clawing at it. Ellen squeaked in delight. Doris rubbed her fingers on Ellen’s clitoris and Ellen was practically singing like a bird. They rolled around once. Ellen wanted to keep rolling. The blanket rolled with them. They fell on the floor, Ellen atop of Doris, and laughed.

Ellen looked up and gasped when she saw me. “Oh, my fuck!” she exclaimed.

Doris still held her and gave me that beaming smile. “Hello, Chris,” she said as if nothing.

“What the fuck is going on?” I said. But I wasn’t angry.

Doris looked at Ellen and gave her a peck on the lips. “Should he join us?”

“He’s probably too tired,” Ellen said as she kissed her back.

“But look at him,” Doris said, kissing her again before looking at me. “He is probably quite horny just seeing two women like this.”

Ellen laughed. “I wonder.” She looked at me. “Are you?”

I opened my pants up and showed them how horny I was.

Ellen looked at Doris and they nodded. “Yes,” they said together and laughed.

A few minutes later, Ellen was back on the bed. I was between her legs, fucking her. And Doris was behind us, feeling my ass, which I liked, and spanking me, which I loved. With every spank, I fucked Ellen harder. I could feel Doris’s voluptuous breasts on my back. I tried to focus on Ellen and her pussy and her lips and her disheveled hair. Doris’s blond curls were hanging on me. Her hands were all over me.

Suddenly Ellen stopped me. Doris moved away. Ellen pushed me onto the bed so that I was on my back. She came up close to my face and grinned at me. She held my face and kissed me. Then she nodded to Doris.

And Doris, buxom Doris, curvy, sexy Doris, bubbly Marilyn Monroe-looking Doris, climbed on top of me, and nestled into me, and worked my cock into her glorious pussy. Her hands were on my chest. She’d bend down so her tits were hanging over my face. If I could’ve drunk the milky skin of her fragrant white tits, I would have.

For a few minutes, I was in pure heaven. Ellen could see the smile and was happy for me. She would hold Doris’s breast to my lips so I could suck on the nipple. When I was ready to cum, she dismounted. She and Ellen held their faces to my cock. When I exploded, they teased me with “ooh’s” and “ah’s” and they licked up all the cum from my dick, from my belly, from each other’s faces.

We invited her to stay for dinner, but she had to go, unfortunately.

Ellen and I had a nice evening, still laughing about the fun we had. We talked about what we’d do next weekend. Then I got a text message from Harry.

“Q P Q.”

“What exactly does he mean?” Ellen was asking when I finally showed her the message an hour later. We were in bed and she wanted to know why I had gotten so quiet.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” I asked her.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. What, she came in to borrow some sugar and you decide to start some lesbian shit?”

“No!” She crossed her arms. “We were in the laundry room. I was upset. She was comforting me.”

“Upset about what?”

“Nothing! But one thing led to another.” She threw herself back on the bed and covered her face. Then she looked at me accusingly. “Hey, you had fun, too. What were you thinking?”

“Same thing you were, right?” I shook my head. “Those tits, right?”

“Uh, no,” she said. Then she stared at me for a moment. “You do like her, don’t you?”

“Oh, stop it.” I stood up and started pacing the room.

“Yes, you do,” she was crying. “You asshole.”

“I don’t like her. She’s just a hot woman anyone would love to fuck. Anyone including you.” I went to her to comfort her but she pushed my hand away. “You’re still the only one, Ellen.” She sat up and crossed her arms. “Ellenski?” I said. “Ellen-baby? Ellen-honey? Ellen-Shnookums?” I tried to comfort her again and she was a little more receptive.

“So now I have to fuck him, is that it?” she said.

“No fucking way.”

“You know he’ll keep texting and calling and texting and calling until we say yes.”

“So what? Fuck him.”

She looked at me and rolled her eyes. “Really, Chris?”

“You know what I mean! I meant, forget him.”

She curled up into me, resting her head on my shoulder.

“We let them into our lives, didn’t we?” she said softly.

“It was my fault,” I said, thinking back to the wonderful blowjob Doris had given me. That Harry had ordered her to give me.

“But we liked it,” she added, looking up at me.

“We fucking enjoyed it,” I said making her laugh a little.

“So let’s finish it.”

“What do you mean?”

“One last one.” She sat up and faced me. “I fuck him, and we’re done. We’ll make it clear to them. No more QPD’s. No more swinging. The sex club is shut down. And we keep our distance.”

“Yeah, but you fucking him?”

She put her hands on my shoulders. “I already sucked his cock. We’ll make it a group thing. You’ll be there to watch over me. Maybe you’ll get to fuck her again, but don’t. Just watch over me. I fuck Harry. We thank them graciously and sincerely. And then we’re honest. We tell them we’re done. We’ve had enough. We need to work on our relationship because we’ve been…drifting apart.”

“We have?”

“That’s just the story,” she said quickly. “To convince them.”

I was almost convinced. “But you fucking him?” I said again.

“You fucked his wife.”

“Yeah, but…”

“And I fuck her husband. We’ve got our own little quid pro quo going on. Which ends after I fuck him, right?” She said that pointedly, even pointing a finger at me. “Right?”

I sighed heavily. Shaking my head. Then I grabbed her and looked into her eyes. “I’m still your daddy, right?” I said to her.

She grinned. “You’re still my bitch, right?”

We agreed. We shook on it. And we kissed.

I didn’t like it, though. It was a good plan, but I didn’t like it. I hated myself even texting Harry that we should get together. He had a soiree planned for some friends of his. He canceled it so that we’d have our thing instead.

When we arrived, me in my casual business attire, Ellen in a long-sleeved black dress with a plunging V neck, there was soft Brazilian music playing in the background. The lights were low. The fireplace was providing most of the light. Harry was waiting for us in a silk red robe. I wanted to laugh but Ellen ribbed me hard as we entered.

“Where’s Doris?” Ellen asked.

“Doris had to be somewhere,” Harry said as we sat down on the sofa with glasses of wine. He sat back on his loveseat—his throne, in a way, and stared at us with a tight smile.

“So, Harry,” I began.

Ellen tried to stop me. She whispered in my ear, “Sex first, then explanation, wasn’t it?”

I shook my head at her and turned back to Harry.

“As much as we’ve enjoyed the soirees and the tit-for-tat sex, unfortunately, we have to end our involvement in this.”

Ellen nodded and mumbled a “yeah.”

Harry nodded, still smiling.

“I mean, it’s been great.” I looked at Ellen. “Right?”

She nodded eagerly. “But this is going to be the last time.”

Harry nodded again. “I see.” He looked at Ellen. “You look lovely.”

Ellen looked at me even as she said thank you to him.

Harry stood up. “So one last time, is it?”

“That’s right,” she said.

He walked over to us. He let his robe open. Ellen sighed and then sat up on the sofa. I looked away for a moment. When I looked back, he was caressing her hair.

“It has been fun, hasn’t it?” he was saying.

Ellen said, “yeah. And we thank you and…”

His cock poked out from the open robe. He guided her head to it. She gave me one last look before opening her mouth to him.

“So many couples don’t understand how it works,” Harry was saying. “They’re so consumed with little jealousies, little power struggles, selfish desires, that they can never just relax and enjoy life. Enjoy sex. Enjoy people. All people.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said, staring at the fire.

“They complicate things so much, don’t they?” he said, looking down at Ellen as if Ellen could respond with her mouth full of cock. So Ellen mumbled in agreement while she sucked.

“Doris and I love each other,” he continued. “Completely. Whole-heartedly. We love each other so much we can share one another with people and not get possessive or jealous or antsy or territorial.” I could feel his eyes on me. “You guys are old-fashioned.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” I muttered.

“It was hard for you guys to handle this, wasn’t it?”

He pulled his cock out of Ellen’s mouth and reached for her hands to help her stand up. He pulled her dress up to her waist. He pulled her white lacy panties down to her ankles. She kicked them away. He turned her around and made her bend over. I started to get up but he put a hand on my shoulder. His other hand still held her as he pushed his cock into her. He started fucking her.

“Look at you,” he said to me.

Now he was getting me angrier.

“So caught up in your own happiness, you ignore hers.”

“What the fuck are you—” I started to say.

He put a finger my lips and shushed me. He fucked Ellen some more. Ellen was moaning at every thrust. I pushed his hand away from my face and he laughed a little.

“So caught up in your own bubble, you ignore all the possibilities.”

“Just hurry up and finish,” I said.

“Chris,” Ellen chided me between moans.

“You fucked my wife,” Harry said. “I fucked your wife.”

“Yeah, yeah, quid pro quo, whatever,” I said.

He pulled out of Ellen and she collapsed onto the sofa. He stood there with his cock still erect. He hadn’t orgasmed.

“She fucked my wife, too,” he added, nodding towards Ellen.

“Yeah, so?” When I looked up, he had turned to me, his cock pointing at me. “Wait, what?”

Harry smiled down at me. “Quid pro quo, Chris.”

PS. We moved out the next week.