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“What we talked about last night, you know I can never do that, right?”

Karen was sitting on the edge of the bed. I was awake, barely. It had been an eventful night. “What?” I asked her, confused. My mind wasn’t working so good yet.

“Bring a client home… or anywhere else. I can never do that. Anyone I work with, either.”

It was coming back to me. I’d gotten an admission from Karen last night that she had wanted to fuck her new client from Moses Lake, the cookware guy. She’d worn a sexy dress, practically naked underneath it and been horny all day. Then last night. Holy shit!

I rolled over to her side of the bed and sat beside her, nibbling on her neck. “Stop it,” she said, “I have to get ready for work.”

“But you want to do something else, don’t you?” as I pinched a nipple. After that night with Pauli and Connor, I was perpetually horny. Karen, too, if her hard nipple was any indication.

“But we don’t have time, sweetheart, we overslept,” she said.

“What time is it?” I asked, looking at my watch. Except I didn’t have my glasses on yet and couldn’t see it good enough.

“Seven-fifteen. I have to be at work by eight,” she said, jumping up and heading for the shower.

I needed to be, too, Had a meeting at eight. I got up and stumbled into the bathroom. Karen was already in the shower so the sink was vacant. I did my thing, deciding to skip a shower. A little stink never hurt anybody.

I was back in the bedroom slipping on a pair of pants when Karen came in with a towel wrapped around her. She went to her drawer, dropped the towel (eat your heart out, you jealous pigs!) and pulled another flimsy little thing out, slipped her feet in it and pulled it up. It wasn’t a thong like the day before, but so thin, totally sheer. The bra she pulled out next was matching, the same, not even remotely concealing her nipples, much less their pointy little shape.

The cotton briefs like she’d worn for ten years seemed to be gone. Forever, I hoped! She’d worn nice, sexy ones the first few years after we married, but once she started on the cotton… they just never went away… until now.

“Another client?” I asked.

She laughed, “No… well, there is this afternoon, a sixty-something lady that’s been our client for ages.”

“Then…?”

“I like it. Feels good, sexy,” wiggling her butt at me as she slipped another dress on over her head, then backing up to me, holding her hair aside, “Zip, please.” The dress was black, purple flowers, sleeveless, deep ‘V’, several inches above the knees. Yeah, sexy!

I liked the way Karen had started dressing for work. Pretty sure the men at work did, too. And to think, I’d spent all those years afraid to death of her finding out about my Lush hobby.

Later, at dinner that evening, I asked her, “What about dinner with Pauli and Connor, you have plans? Like…?”

She giggled, “You mean like… strip poker? No, I don’t. I just have dinner planned,” she paused, with a smile on her face, “but who knows…”

Yeah, who knows? Somehow, I couldn’t see it being ‘just dinner’.

“But,” she started to ask, “I want to know what’s going on in your story, the one about Matt and Adriana?”

I frowned, “I’m stuck,” I told her, “I’ve got Matt literally living with a gorgeous, sexy woman for a week, they’re falling in love with each other and I don’t know how to get out of it.”

“Can I read it? Maybe I’d have an idea.”

I got up and grabbed my tablet, opening Lush on it, “I’d love it if you did. Maybe start at what’s already been published, this latest series of chapters.” I found what I was looking for, Ch 23-A. “Here,” I told her, “start with this one, then B and C, then what I’ve written so far for the next.”

We finished dinner in silence, Karen reading, and when we were done, she took the tablet in the living room while I did up the kitchen. While I was working, I thought about the story and decided I’d tell her about some of my other quandaries with the story. I liked this idea of her helping. Wished I’d come clean with her a long time ago.

When I finished, I opened my laptop to the latest, unfinished chapter, read through it one more time and realized I still didn’t know what to do next. I hoped Karen would have an idea.

I sat and patiently (well maybe not so patient) waited. When Karen finished, she closed the case on the tablet and said, “You do have a problem, don’t you. People seem to like the story, though. I read the comments.”

I nodded, “Kinda got a little out of hand, huh. And written myself into a corner. The other thing, is Saturday night, their last night. I’ve had so many sex scenes between Matt and Ginger that I’m afraid of it getting boring. I know they’re having sex that last night, but I don’t have any clue how to do it and make it interesting, not just a repeat of other times.”

She smiled, “Well, I haven’t read your new one yet, but I have an idea for what I think would be a good sex scene. Let me read what you have first, though, before I say anything. Maybe I’ll come up with an idea about them falling in love, too.”

I pushed my laptop over to her. The chapter was up to Saturday morning, about 5,000 words so far. She read through it and as she got closer to the end, her smile grew. I hoped that was good news, an idea. I was sure out of them.

“I know exactly what you need to do… and that last sex scene, too,” she said.

“Ooookay… I’m listening,”

“Okay, first the sex scene,” she looked up at me, “you know which of your chapters really turned me on when I read it? Addie in that glass cage, all those people watching her.”

Whoa, that surprised me. Karen? Made me wonder if she…

“I know you can’t do that, but you could do something similar…” and her smile grew, “… a picture window. Ginger’s had this fantasy of doing it in front of the window…”

I thought for a minute. I liked it! Then I thought about what she’d said. “Yes! It’s perfect. You want to write it? It’s your idea. It’d be fun.”

She shook her head, “No, you’re the writer. You do it. I’ll read it and make suggestions if you want, but I’m not a writer.” Ha! I’m not, either! At least I never thought so, until people started telling me that they liked what I wrote.

She could, I know she could. Then another thought went through my pea-brain. “Just curious, love, is that Ginger’s fantasy… or… maybe yours?” Especially, after what she’d said about Adriana in that glass cage, made me wonder.

Even more when Karen’s face turned red. “Yours, isn’t it?” I said, about eighty percent shocked.

“I don’t know… maybe. After Saturday, seems like everything’s changed. I have things in my head that I’d never imagined before… yeah, it just seems like it’d be hot doing something like that. What I said about Adriana in that glass cage… my panties were soaked after reading that, it was so hot.”

I smiled, “Sooo, you think it’d maybe be hot to strip… in public? Like in a strip club?”

Her face was even redder, “But I couldn’t, just like Adriana said in one of your chapters… how’d you know that, by the way? That so many women would love to do that if they weren’t so afraid?”

I laughed, “I dunno, Adriana just kind of made it up, but it seemed reasonable… and the more I’ve heard since then, the closer I think it is.”

Her body gave a little shudder, “It just seems… I don’t know, just… hot… and yeah, the thing in front of the window… I could see doing something like that sometime. It’d be such a turn-on!” and she went on, “just… not here… where our neighbors could see. We couldn’t do that, but Ginger…”

I’d forgotten about Ginger. I was thinking about Karen. Is it possible that life could take after fiction? “Maybe… sometime, we might go somewhere…?”

She hesitated before answering, “Maybe…”

God! This was totally unreal! My cock was already hard at the thought. Karen was sure going to be in my head when I wrote that. Matter of fact, I might use Ginger and Matt’s names cuz it’s their story, but it was going to be Karen and me that I was going to write about.

“But Ginger and Matt,” she went on, “what to do about them falling in love… what if… there was another guy, someone who’s wanted to date her… but she was afraid, because of her still having the attachment to Eric?”

I thought it made sense. She’s a pretty lady. And then it came to me what was going to happen. I couldn’t help but smile, “That’s perfect, too. I can do that. I know just how to go with it now. Get some emotion in the story, too.” I kissed Karen, “You’re a lifesaver! I’m so glad I finally told you.”

She smiled, too, “You just had to trust me a little. Why wouldn’t I have liked what you were doing? The only thing that I didn’t like was that you kept the secret from me. That hurt when you first told me, made me mad, too.”

I leaned over and kissed her, “I’m sorry, love. You’re so right. I should have. Just… was scared what you’d think.”

“Well, now we’re good. I’m happy you’re finally sharing.”

We snuggled together, until Karen pulled away, “There’s one thing, though. Remember how Addie wanted to abstain that week? So Matt would be horny when he went to Ginger’s?”

“Uhh, yeah…” I wasn’t sure I was liking the sound of this.

She got that sly grin on her face, “I think… for Saturday night…”

Nooo! “You can’t be serious!” I knew exactly what she was going to say. Hell, I’d written the damn thing!

“We’re going to abstain until Saturday night,” she said.

I looked at my wife wild-eyed. Crap! I still had that raging hardon from Karen admitting she had this fetish for having sex where we could be seen. And she wanted to…! Besides dressing like she was every day, now. Crap, even right now, she was sitting here in a tiny little pair of silky shorts and no bra, driving me up the wall!

“… not that anything’s going to happen Saturday night,” that sly grin again, “but one never knows… does one?”

My mind went blank. She wouldn’t do this… would she?

She pulled out the tablet again, “I’m going to go back and read where I left off the other day,” and looked over at me, “you need to write those new scenes.”

She looked down at the tablet, fiddling with it. I came to the unfortunate conclusion that she would. So I did what she suggested, reopened my laptop and went to work… if you could call it work.

I’m not even going to describe what Karen wore to bed that night. Just suffice it to say that she took lessons on teasing from Adriana.

And Wednesday morning was a repeat of Monday and Tuesday; just a different matching set of sexy panties and bra and another short dress. Four more nights was going to be a long time.

That afternoon I got a text from Pauli, ‘Would you and Karen mind if we brought another couple? Good friends of ours. Married. They’ve never done anything like Saturday but we hinted and I know they would be fun. Know they’re open minded. Haven’t asked them getting your ok.’

Whoa! That was a surprise. Heck, it sounded good to me, especially if they were anything like Connor and Pauli. I sent a reply, ‘Will talk to Karen tonight. Let you know.’

Then I thought about it the rest of the afternoon, having another pretty girl there. But married? Of course, Karen and me being married hadn’t been any impediment. And it sure sounded like Pauli and Connor intended much more than just ‘dinner’, like Karen had said.

The first thing Karen said when I showed her Pauli’s text was, “Oh my goodness!” I tried to not look as eager as I felt. Not so sure I was successful, though.

Especially, after one glance at me, she said, “You want to let them invite their friends, don’t you?” So much for trying to hide it.

“…think it’d be fun,” I told her.

“So now you want two young, cute girls to fuck? Instead of just one?”

“I-I-I…”

She laughed, “And I, sweet love, would get two guys! You okay with that? Maybe both at the same time… never done anything like that…” she smiled.

Two… guys at once? What the hell was she implying? How would you do that…? And then it hit me, at least with what was going through my dirty mind, “You wouldn’t… would you?”

She got that grin on her face and giggled, “Tell her invite them…” and then barely audible, “and find out.”

I sat there, my mouth gaping open. We’ve never… she’s never… at least as far as I knew… didn’t think so!

Never been spanked like that, either! Spanking, sex in public, now this? What the fuckin’ hell? Damn, I liked it!

“So you’re serious? Invite them?”

“If you want… and I know you do, so… yeah, go ahead, tell Pauli to invite them.” Yeah, as if Karen didn’t want to, too.

I typed out a message on my phone to Pauli, ‘Karen said to invite them. Sounds like fun,’ then hit send

As soon as I put my phone back in my pocket, there was a ping. I looked at it, ‘Thank you. Won’t regret it. Promise.’

Now I was hard and horny again. Shit!

“Did you get the rest of that chapter written?” Karen asked me.

“Uhh, no, a little, but not to the end.”

“Well, get it done. I’m so curious to see what it’s going to be like”

So was I. I got up, retrieved my laptop, opened it, and, “Working on it now,” I told her.

Karen retrieved her tablet and began reading again while I wrote. She had a long way to go, yet. I was going great guns, doing well, I thought, having loads of fun, imagining that what I was writing was Karen and me, when Karen closed her tablet and said, “Hon, I took a little break from your series and read one of your others.”

“Cool,” I told her, “which one, Wedding Meadow, Best Buddy, Her First Time?”

“No, it wasn’t any of those. It was a little one, pretty short… the title was ‘Surprise Work Evening’.”

Oh shit! My face must have turned completely white. I had completely forgotten that was in there.

Her look was boring into me, “Did that happen? Was it real?” she calmly asked. I wasn’t even remotely calm.

“It-it was a long time ago. Over ten years. I couldn’t tell you!” and I tried to justify myself, “I tried not to, I wanted to get out of there.”

“And she forced you? Is that it? So you’re telling me it did happen?”

Hell, what now? “It never happened again, I promise! Eleven years ago.”

She opened her tablet again, “I quote, ‘Suddenly her lips were on mine. They were soft, so God dam soft’.” Now, I was shaking, the thought of that divorce lawyer went through my head again. What the hell have I done!

“Any more little secrets? Now would probably be a good time,” she said.

I shook my head, held my hands up, “No, and I’m so sorry! Hon, you know how much I love you. It wasn’t intentional.”

She read through it again, leaving me in agony the next several minutes. “Sounds kinda cute to me. Especially about the ‘explosive’ sex you and I had afterward. I think I remember wondering what had gotten into my husband for a month or so,” she looked up at me again, “after all, you did try to leave… Promise, nothing more?”

“Absolutely! A thousand percent. Nothing!”

“Okay… so how are Ginger and Matt coming along?”

And she’s going to drop it? Just like that!

“Hon, I really am sorry… and I think it’s coming good, another half-hour and I think it’ll be done.” I wasn’t going to press my luck. Two for two beating divorce court!

She went back to reading and I wracked my mind trying to think if there was anything else incriminating that I’d forgotten about and written. Like Karen said, now would be the time to tell her if there was. I did think of something that I’d probably better warn her about, “Hon, there was one more thing, I just remembered… you remember when you told me about a boyfriend you had after high school?”

I waited, “Uhuh,” she said.

“Well, I… kind of used that as a jumpoff for that other series, the first one I wrote, about Robert and Michelle.” I asked if I could see her tablet for a minute, then found the story, ‘Michelle’s Sexuality Reawakened, Ch 1’ and showed it to her, “This one, and now that I remember way back, that was why I didn’t want to tell you about the stories. Afraid you’d be mad that I used that.” And once again, I was holding my breath while she read.

She was smiling as she read it. That chapter was fairly short and when she finished, she looked up at me, saying, “Brings back some fun memories. But it wasn’t anything at all like that, though, you know.”

I was relieved again, she didn’t seem mad. “I know, it was just kind of… the trigger; that and a book by Ben Bosworth, ‘Two Sides of Terri’.”

“A book, huh, think I’d like it?”

I wouldn’t have thought so a week ago. “Yeah, think you might,” and then told her, “wait. I think it’s still on my Kindle.” I jumped up, retrieved the Kindle out of our bedroom, leafed through some of the stories quickly and… there it was. “Here,” I showed her, “you should read it when you get a chance… after you finish mine,” I told her, with a chuckle.

She looked down through the list of my chapters and stories on her tablet, “That’ll only take about a year,” she said.

Another crisis averted! Three for three. I guess I just needed to take my own advice from my stories, ‘honesty’.

I went back to work on the ending of that newest chapter, 23-d. It was getting late, but I was on a roll and wanted to get it done so I could show Karen.

Just a little later, I told her, “Here it is. It’ll need some editing yet, but check out the rough draft,” handing her my laptop.

She’d already read up through Saturday morning and that only left about a third of the story to read. Her smile spread as she read. When she finished, she looked up at me, “I spoke a little too soon about that abstaining thing. I’m so wet right now!”

My own smile spread, “You liked it, then?”

“I’m going to read it again Saturday right before they get here, just to get in the mood,” she said, “I loved it! How you dealt with the ‘love’ thing, too.”

I was proud. Karen liked how I’d dealt with her idea. “You know that was you and me I was writing about, don’t you?”

“God!” was all she said.

I asked for the computer back, then saved the chapter on a USB stick so it’d be in two places. I lost a story once before and had to start over. Worse than writing it the first time.

My Walmart job was done and I didn’t have another lined up right away, so I spent Thursday finishing the chapter, editing, Grammarly check and sent it to my editor and beta reader. That evening I asked Karen to read it one more time; she suggested a few little changes and I waited to get comments back from the guys I’d sent it to, an editor and a beta reader.

Just the thought that someday that scene actually could be Karen and me, instead of just a story, had me almost able to prop myself up with my third leg.

I was wishing that Pauli would send a picture of her married friends. She texted me back mid-morning that they were coming and excited about it. She said her girlfriend was pretty nervous about it, too. I can imagine! Wasn’t so long ago that I was a nervous wreck about going to her house. Being a zombie at work hadn’t been fun. Well, in a way, it had, because I’d been a zombie with a huge hardon.

The chapter Karen had helped me with was submitted and published and once again, I’d enjoyed watching her get ready for work with her new clothes. I wasn’t even going to ask how much she’d spent on clothes. With her salary, she could afford it.

Nights were long with Karen wearing new lingerie to bed every night and still telling me no sex, especially after writing that scene about her and me. She had obviously taken to heart one of the really bad ideas I’d written about – that stupid abstaining thing. If I’d known Karen was going to copy it, I sure as hell never would have written it. Dumb!

Saturday, which I thought would never come, Karen went clothes shopping again. “I need something for tonight,” she said.

I couldn’t help but laugh, “What, you need another burlap sack? Could just stop by Pauli’s and get the other one.”

She stuck her tongue out at me and left. Immature children!

I hope Pauli burned the other one! Just throwing it away isn’t good enough. It could reappear somewhere, ruining some poor guy’s vision forever.

Karen and I hadn’t ever discussed what we were having for dinner. I couldn’t think of anything we had in the house that sounded particularly good. Hopefully, Karen would think about that while she was out, too.

When she got home three hours later, she only had a couple little bags. “Those took three hours?” I asked her, incredulously.

There was that tongue again. “Will you please get the groceries out of the car?” she asked me, with sickening sweetness. I carried them in, then asked Karen, “What’s for dinner tonight?”

“YOU (very heavy emphasis on the ‘you’) are making lasagna. I am making dinner rolls,” holding up a package of Hawaiian rolls, “and a pecan cake for dessert,” holding up a box of butter pecan cake mix. I’ll admit that, box or not, she makes a darned good butter-pecan cake. I don’t know what all she adds to the mix, but it turns out heavenly.

We began to dig through the sacks of groceries, putting some away and keeping the stuff out that I’d need for the lasagna; Italian sausage, ricotta cheese, lasagna noodles, and so on. I do enjoy making lasagna. Comes out good, too.

Karen said that dinner was planned at seven, so I put the lasagna in the oven at six, then headed to the bedroom to get ready. Karen had made her cake and ‘dinner rolls’ earlier and was in the shower.

I was a little surprised, she’d laid out a new pair of slacks and a silky shirt that she’d bought me on her three-hour shopping trip. I shaved and brushed my teeth while I waited for her to finish her shower, then replaced her under the hot shower water as soon as she stepped out. God, that naked woman would never cease blowing my libido through the roof, especially after she’d shaved her pussy hairs and was so baby-smooth ‘down there’.

And that evening my libido was on full alert after the last few days and the very real likelihood that two other guys would more than likely be seeing and probably more with that baby smoothness. I was kind of (as in a LOT) wanting to cop a feel to see if she was as wet as I was hard. It was still a little hard for me to believe that this was actually happening! In real life, not just in stories.

I liked the new shirt Karen had bought, satin, brown with lighter brown stripes. it looked good and felt better. I still didn’t know what Karen was wearing. After what she’d said after last Saturday, I presumed it wasn’t going to be a one-piece dress like that night. Probably not another burlap bag, either.

“You look nice, I like that,” she told me when she came out of the bathroom, wrapped in her towel.

“Thank you, I do too… and thank you for buying it,” I answered. The tan-colored slacks looked nice, too.

I was waiting, watching Karen as she pulled open her lingerie drawer… and pulled out a red, wispy thin, totally sheer pair of panties and bra. If I hadn’t already been hard before, which I was, I sure as hell would have been, seeing those. She dropped the towel and pulled the panties on, then the bra, asking me to clip it.

Then she turned, facing me and asking, “How does it look?”

Uhh! I’m a guy. How the hell does she think it looks? My eyes were wide, looking her up and down, not able to think straight that other guys were undoubtedly going to be having the same view I was right then before the night was over. I asked her, in all seriousness, like a total klutz, “That all you’re wearing?

She laughed and went to the walk-in closet, coming back out with a couple plastic bags with some store logo on them and laughed, “No, I think I’ll wear these, too,” holding up the bags and disappearing back in the bathroom.

I grabbed a pair of socks and my brown dress shoes. Then sat on the end of the bed, waiting.

Unfortunately, my eager waiting was interrupted by the doorbell. I walked to the living room, glancing behind me until the last moment, just hoping to get a glimpse. It wasn’t to be, but I heard her voice out of the bathroom, “Hon, can you put the rolls in the oven, please.”

So I gave up when out in the hallway and went ahead in the living room, opening the front door…

There, on our front porch, stood two couples; Pauli and Connor of course, and one other. I smiled, my most ‘happy to see you’ smile I could and invited them in. Pauli gave me a hug and Connor and I shook hands, my eyes trolling the young lady with them. It all of a sudden hit me, how weird it was to be shaking the hand of the guy who was, in all likelihood, going to be fucking my wife in a relatively short while.

“This is Alyssa and Nathan,” Pauli said, once we were inside and the door closed.

I shook Nathan’s hand, introducing myself; he said we could call him Nate. Then his pretty wife stuck her hand out as well, “Alyssa,” she said. There was a stark difference between Pauli and Alyssa; where Pauli’s short and voluptuous, Alyssa was tall, probably five-eight or so and thin, kind of reminding me of Mary Tyler Moore on the Dick Van Dyke Show. Pretty like her, too, except with absolutely beautiful, golden-blonde hair, just reaching her shoulders.

“Karen’s still getting ready, should be out in just a bit,” I said, glancing toward the hall, wishing she’d hurry up. I was always uncomfortable meeting new people.

Nathan handed me a pan, still warm, “Brownies,” he said, then with a smile, “special brownies – mood brownies, Alyssa calls them… Pauli said they might be appropriate for tonight.”

I looked down at the brownies, wondering, what… ? when Connor spoke, “One before dinner would be good… kinda slow to do their thing.” Sorry, I had no clue what they were talking about. Naïve! I set them down on the kitchen island counter.

Then Connor handed me a big plastic bag, with something inside. I took it out and was enthralled, “Little game I found. The sales guy said it’s their most popular,” Connor said, “I didn’t know if you and Karen had anything planned. I didn’t open it so we can take it back if you do.” I looked at it, an ‘adult’ game, still sealed in cellophane

“I don’t, don’t think Karen does, either,” remembering our little conversation about that very thing. ‘Nothing planned,’ she had told me. I took the game in the living room to set it down on the coffee table. On the way, I kind of looked over the picture on the box. It looked, umm, very ‘adult’ and I felt my appendage begin to grow, thinking about ‘after dinner’.

That was when I heard our bedroom door open and in walked Karen. My eyes, and no doubt Connor’s and Nate’s, were glued to her. I didn’t know where to look first; this was my Karen! She had never in her life… If my mid-section appendage hadn’t popped to life before…

Karen’s top was sheer, black sleeveless, her wispy-thin, red bra showing right through it. Her skirt was red leather, probably about twelve-inches long with eyelets and leather laces up both sides, leaving about an inch gap up the outside of her legs to within a couple inches of the top.

And then the high heels and sheer red stockings, the lacy tops showing through those inch-wide gaps. I’ve seen prostitutes less sexy. No I haven’t, I’ve never seen a prostitute, but in my imagination…

Even Pauli and Alyssa were staring. And then I remembered those panties underneath it…

“You get the rolls in the oven?” she innocently asked me, through her red lips.

This is the stuff of erotic stories, NOT real life! I didn’t even have the presence of mind to answer her. She had to look in the kitchen to see them still on top the counter, still wrapped in the foil she’d done earlier. Okay, so we had to watch her walking in that thing, open the oven door, lean over and put the rolls in. “Mmm, the lasagna smells good,” she said, “another ten minutes, just in time for the rolls to get hot.”

Lasagna, rolls, not uppermost in my mind at the moment.

I guess I should mention what the other girls were wearing as well, although nothing at all like Karen. Both other times I’d seen Pauli, in that restaurant when she first asked to look at my phone, that began this whole adventure, and at her house last week, she’d been wearing tight, painted-on pants. Kinda reminding of Mel McDaniel’s song, ‘Baby’s Got Her Bluejeans On’. This time it was a skirt, about the same length as Karen’s, but frilly, like a pretty, young woman would be more likely to wear, I guess. And a flowery top, still no bra – just like last Saturday.

Alyssa had on a pair of frazzled, denim Daisy Duke shorts showcasing off those long, tanned legs and a tank top. Didn’t think she was wearing a bra, either. God, this seemed like it could be a good night! Nate wasn’t a half bad-looking guy, either, I guess… from a girl’s viewpoint. Karen seemed to be enjoying the view, anyway.

Karen hugged all around, with a bit of an extra-long hug and short kiss on the lips for Nate. Damn! I couldn’t help but think about that little conversation we’d had Wednesday night about ‘two guys.’ Was she kidding or…? Shit! My hardon was getting to be embarrassing.

While we were waiting, Connor uncovered the brownies, took out six and offered each of us one. They were good, chocolaty, walnuts. I didn’t taste anything out of the ordinary. “These are good,” Karen said, then after eating it, “can I have another, please?”

So Nathan passed out another to each of us.

We wandered into the living room and sat down. Connor picked up the game he had brought and looked at the picture on the cover; a group sitting around a table, half-dressed and laughing with one of the couples kissing. “We’ve never played anything like this before. The guy at the store said it would be fun, though. I told him there were three couples and he said it would be perfect.”

Yeah, from the cover, looked good to me!

The oven dinged, telling us that the lasagna was done. We sat down at the table that Karen had set quite a while ago and Karen and I set the food on the table. She had bought some wine when she was at the store: ‘Chianti’, if you know anything about wine, which I do not. Spoiled, smashed grapes are all I know about it. She’d said it needed to cool a little so had put it in the refrigerator a couple hours earlier.

The lasagna was just as good as it looked. I was proud of my effort, the way our guests complimented it. The wine even tasted kind of good with it, too. And you can never go wrong with Hawaiian rolls. Homemade sourdough would have been better, but, oh well.

We all introduced ourselves a little more, what we do and so on and talked about some of the funny stories we could think of. Nate and Alyssa seemed like a fun couple, as we already knew Pauli and Connor were. They had been married a year, nine-months, eight days. And didn’t say how many hours or minutes.

Pauli told them that we met because I wrote erotic stories, which made my face turn red, “Not very good ones,” I said, “just fun freebies for a story website…”

“Don’t listen, they’re good,” Pauli interrupted.

I was embarrassed, wanted to change the subject to anything else. Karen came to my rescue, “You guys ever thought about… you know, doing it with other people?”

Alyssa was cute, she looked down, her face getting a bit reddish. Her husband answered, “Just talked, like a fantasy thing, until Connor and Pauli started talking about how much fun they had last week and then asked if we wanted to come tonight.”

Then Karen asked, “So you’re expecting to, maybe…?”

Karen and I were both more than interested in this conversation. It seemed a lot like we were just a week ago, almost exactly a hundred-sixty-eight hours ago. Yeah, that’s my analytical mind, I can just pop out those numbers like that without hardly even thinking about it.

Alyssa’s fingers were fidgeting, Nate answered again, looking at his wife. She smiled back at him, nodding ever so slightly, “I think so… probably.”

Karen, as the elder statesperson in the group, except me, I guess, said, “Alyssa, hon, you can say no at any time if anything gets too uncomfortable for you.”

I just realized what had just gone through my mind: ‘elder statesperson’ and looked at the gorgeous, young, sexy woman I’d just thought of as ‘elder’. I had trouble controlling the chuckle that was just aching to come out, for fear it’d be misinterpreted as something else.

We finished dinner, talking about much more inane subjects. Karen put the cake on the table, asking if anyone wanted a slice. I didn’t, at least not right then. I was full. Besides, that game sitting on the coffee table was just begging to be played. Everyone else said they were full as well. Lucky for me, I’d have leftover cake. Somehow, I didn’t think that later, cake would be at the top of anyone’s to-do list.

Karen and I began cleaning up, telling our guests to make themselves comfortable in the living room for just a little bit. All four insisted on helping, though and it only took a few minutes until we were back in the living room, Connor’s game staring us in the face.