Different Circles

She nodded. “I’m starting to obsess about it now, sweetie,” she said. “I want to do this. I want to ... well ... it’s embarrassing.”

“What?” he asked.

“I want to watch you fuck another woman while I suck on her tits and tongue-kiss her. And I want to have you pull it out every now and then so I can suck her juices off of you. And then ... I want you to come inside of her so I can lick everything out of her.”

“Wow,” Jake whispered, resisting the urge to actually take out his cock and start playing with it. “But you know we can’t actually do that, right? I mean, even if I was doing it to another woman, I’d have to wear a condom.”

“Not necessarily,” she said.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “Of course I’d have to wear one. I can’t fuck some groupie we pick up bareback. That’s just asking for an STD, or a paternity suit, or both.”

“I’m not talking about a groupie,” Laura said. “It would have to be someone we know. Someone we trust.”

“Who do we know that would do both of us and that we could trust to be STD-free and on birth control?” he asked.

She looked at him and smiled. “I think you know who I’m talking about,” she said.

For a moment his mind was blank, and then it hit him like a freight train. “Celia?” he asked.

She nodded, the lust shine in her eyes deepening. “That’s right,” she said. “The natural choice.”

Jesus fucking Christ, he thought. What fucked-up can of worms is she trying to open here?

In the end, Jake simply had no legitimate reason to tell her no, that it couldn’t be done, that it was too dangerous. He could not just say, it’s like this, hon. Celia and I have actually already fucked before, already admitted to romantic love for each other, back when you were out on the road with Bobby Z and she was still married to Greg. We fucked four times in a Portland hotel suite and then vowed to each other that we would never do it again, never even speak of it again, not even to each other. Nor could he claim that he was not attracted to Celia, that he did not consider her an appropriate threesome participant—they were married, and Laura knew better. Nor could he suggest that maybe Celia was not into that sort of thing. They already knew she was. And, when they were with Celia these days, she constantly complained about how she was craving male company in a bad way but had no prospects for that kind of company on the horizon.

He did try to plant some doubt in his wife’s mind about her nefarious plan. “What happens if Celia starts to develop feelings for me?” he asked. “What if she starts to develop them for you? What if you see the two of us doing it and instead of arousal you start to feel jealousy?”

“None of that will happen,” she assured him. “We all already have feelings for each other. That’s the first thing. And I will not be jealous watching you two doing it as long as I’m there and involved in it.”

“What if Celia says no?” he asked next.

Laura smiled. “Then she says no. She won’t be offended by the offer; I am quite sure of that. And I don’t think she’ll say no.”

“Okay,” he reluctantly agreed. “I guess it doesn’t hurt to ask.” He was still very conflicted about the thought. True, the idea of doing Celia (again!) while his wife participated was blackly erotic. But was it a good idea? Could they really do something like this and then move on with their lives?

Celia and I did a pretty good job of that after that night in Portland, his brain reminded him. Why can’t all three of us do the same thing? And who says it has to be a one-time-only thing? Now that was an interesting thought.

“So then,” Jake said. “How do we go about this?”

“Uh ... well ... I was actually hoping that maybe you had an idea how to initiate it.”

“Me?” he asked. “It’s your idea, your fantasy.”

“True,” she agreed, “but you’re much more experienced at this sort of thing than I am.”

“I am?”

“Of course you are,” she said. “You used to do groupies and have threesomes all the time, didn’t you?”