Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Heat Wave
Part: 15 of 25
Universe: The Heat Wave
Summary: Meet Cletus Putnam: landlord, entrepreneur, opportunist, sometime
Dom. It's hotter than Hell and he has the only swimming pool and central
air conditioning in his little lower middle-class neighborhood -- and he's
not above taking advantage of that fact.
Content: MF oral MMMF M-dom exhib toys
Chapter 15
I was right. The next time I woke up it was because someone was
gently backing a plush ass against me. "Karen?"
"Yes, Master." The response was diffident. I knew why -- - nobody
had invited her into my bed directly. I COULD stick her porky ass in her
kennel for unnecessarily disturbing my sleep...
On the other hand, I'd more or less promised her some dick if she
sucked Jean off properly -- and she'd gone the extra mile. "I suppose you
want that fuck," I growled.
"If Master pleases," came the obsequious reply.
"It's risky waking me up..." I warned. "Where is Jean?"
"Asleep on the couch in the TV room."
"Well," I grunted, "It just so happens I've been saving a load.
Roll up on your hands and knees. Try not to wake everybody up." I was
rigid already -- - something about being stuck in the crack of someone's ass
does that for me -- and Karen was plenty wet from girlie fun, so sheathing
my sword to the hilt in her twat took no time at all. I rode her hard; she
stuck her face in a pillow to keep the noise down. It was a fuck; I was
getting mine, and Karen was getting hers and romance didn't have shit to do
with it -- and that was fine with both of us. She juiced around my dick
twice, which was good and bad -- good in that she tightened up nicely as
she approached orgasm and pulsed nicely during, and bad in that the excess
lube and the fact that she went slack during recovery tended to drop the
bottom out of things. I rubbed her asshole with a finger after the second
go and she tightened right up, which got me off a short time later. It
wasn't one of your premiere nuts, but it was quite satisfactory -- let's
face it, the Earth doesn't move every time, but that doesn't keep it from
being pleasurable. When I was done filling her crack, I dropped to my
right, dragging her over with me by our connection, and grunted, "Keep it
down, I'm going to sleep." I dropped a hand over her left tit and stuck my
nose in the nape of her neck and crashed; all was right with the world.
-- ---------------------------------
... Until about seven a.m., that is -- that's when three of Mike's
work crew showed up and started thumping and banging and shoving two by
fours and sheetrock down the outside door to the basement. I awoke to
screeching females padding all over the house looking for things to wear.
Jean didn't have a fucking thing because she'd come over in just a towel --
and she wasn't the only one. Karen and Kate were the only ones who were
really able to answer the door and such -- and Karen's translucent robe and
the cum dribbling down her leg got some commentary in Spanish from the boys
when she did. I hauled my ass out of bed and threw on my shorts and
slippers and took control of things; Kate had to lend stuff to the other
girls so they could dash next door. Michael was dispatched both ways and
came back with something a bit more demure than skin for his mother to wear
and she staggered off toward home.
I was sitting at the kitchen table looking haggard and sucking
coffee when Mike showed up. I watched him get the update from his team lead
through the slider, then he came over and I let him in. "I hear we started
a real circus!" he chuckled.
I glared at him. "I didn't expect you. Yeah, I know I said ASAP,
but I figured it would take a day for you to get organized."
Mike shrugged. "You never let me fuck around before..."
"Yeah, that's true," I nodded.
"Julio says there were five women running around here -- three of
'em young stuff."
"Yeah. That's the headcount," I agreed. "Two of 'em come from next
door and one was a sleepover."
"How do you do it?"
"Feast and famine," I grunted. "I do without regularly, just like
everybody else. It's just that right now I have a couple of things going.
I'm not screwing all the young stuff..."
Mike nodded. "What about the little brunette?"
"A gentleman doesn't tell," I replied blandly. Mike just eyed me,
grinning. "Okay, so I'm not a gentleman. Yeah, she's a nice ride -- but
I'm not sharing."
Mike flicked a look at Karen, who was sitting in a chair in her
robe. "So she's being shorted?"
"When did I fuck you last, Slut?" I rasped, eyeing Karen. Mike's
eyebrows hit the ceiling, which was the intent of the exercise.
"About two-thirty this morning, Master," Karen replied. She didn't
appear to turn a hair at the appellation. She lifted her robe and wiped a
finger along a thigh. "I'm still gooey."
Mike rubbed his face and shook his head. "When will the boys finish
up for the day?" I asked.
"Probably about three."
I turned to Karen, "If you get a nap after three, will you be okay?"
Karen nodded. "Yes, Master."
"She works late," I explained to Mike, "and, no, she's not a
hooker." I shifted my gaze to Karen and added, "Yet." She smiled and
ducked her head.
Mike shook his head. "I gotta get me one of them."
"They're tough to find," I told him. "Most of them are masquerading
as something else. Walking two steps behind the old man is frowned on in
these days of women's lib and sexual harassment. Girls who want to catch a
lot of shit from their peers. I could give you my learned opinion on the
matter, but it might just sound like self-justification."
"Uh... huh..."
"Let's go down and look at the work site."
When you're doing strange shit, you need to think a bit before
letting people run loose in your home. I had this brought home to me when
we hit the bottom of the stairs and discovered Mike's boys examining the dog
crates -- one of which still had a dildo mounted inside. I know a little
Spanish -- enough to know that the boys were speculating as to what exactly
went on in there... I got some looks, let me tell you! Mike limited
himself to "Goddamn, Cletus!"
"Boys..." I waved a finger and one of the guys closed the curtains
-- but the damage had been done. They knew what was back there. They
looked from the closed curtains to me and back. I rubbed my face. "Mike,
how many of your boys do you intend on rotating in here?"
Mike pursed his lips. "Not that many. The plumber and his helper,
in addition to these. Julio does finish work. Alejandro does paint and
plaster. Rudy, there, does most everything else."
"How many are married -- counting the plumber and his helper?"
"Alejandro is."
"Does he fuck around, anyway?"
Mike grinned. "Occasionally."
"What do you figure they're thinking?"
"Well, there are a couple of possibilities..."
I sighed. "Boys," I murmured, addressing Michael and Pete, "You
might want to wander off for a while." They'd been watching the
construction, all excited. "We'll call you back."
Neither of them was stupid. Pete, in particular, gave me a look
that warned me to be careful -- but they headed up the steps to the outside
exit. "Close the bulkhead," I directed, and one of the contractors --
Julio, I think -- - went up the stairs behind them, closed the doors, and
came back down.
"Obviously, you've all seen something I would have preferred that
you hadn't," I announced. "I'm going to need to count on your discretion.
Can we keep this in the family, so to speak?"
The other Hispanic, a taller guy with paint-spattered coveralls,
looked at his rough-looking manicure. "This is, perhaps, not our business?"
"That would be my take on the situation," I agreed. "But since
you've discovered it, I suppose you deserve an explanation, so you don't
have to worry too much about the details. If I provide that explanation,
and a little incentive to go with it, do you think you might see your way
clear to put the whole thing away and not drag it out and talk about it all
over the place?"
"I like incentives," Rudy rumbled. "We talking money?"
"That'd be blackmail," I replied. "I'd let you talk first -- it's
not THAT awful. But Mike would fire you -- wouldn't you, Mike? And we
would spread the word that you're expensive and do poor work." Mike didn't
like being put on the spot; he grimaced, but nodded agreement. I waved a
hand dismissing this specter from the presence of the three grumbling
contractors, saying, "Enough about the stick -- let's get back to the
carrot. The incentive would be a -- well, gift, we'll call it -- and a
promise of something more at the end of the job. Oh, and an explanation of
the use of the little piece of equipment that has raised all of the
questions." I smiled winningly.
"A gift?" Julio queried carefully.
"Yes. Mike's had it..." I murmured.
Mike got bug-eyed. "No shit?"
"I'd prefer that we not have a whole football squad, obviously..." I
grunted. "Maybe we can limit it to those present?"
"Yeah." Mike's eyes hooded. "I gotta see this." He looked up. "You want
it -- you'll ALL want it."
Alejandro gave a little Latin shrug. "Okay." He looked at the others, who
nodded -- Rudy still somewhat suspiciously.
I stepped over to the stairwell and yelled, "SLUT!" Everybody flinched. I
turned to Rudy and added, "You might as well open the curtain." Shrugging,
he did so.
Meanwhile, Karen thudded down the stairs, "Master?" She drew up short at
the sight of four strange men.
"Dump the robe." Karen eyed me in surprise, but did as she was told;
someone hissed in a breath. I just pointed at the kennels; somewhat
bewildered, Karen headed for hers. "Back in," I directed.
"Yes, Master." Everyone else stood transfixed, watching her as she got down
on her hands and knees and backed into the cage, stopping and wriggling a
bit to get the dildo properly oriented before finishing the job. "It's, uh,
a bit high, Master."
I stepped around behind her and examined the situation. "That one usually
goes in her mouth," I amplified for the others. "Give us a minute..." I
went and got a threaded rod and a clamp I'd purchased against a similar
situation. "Stick your head out through the door, Slut." I undid the dildo
and pulled the one that usually went in her pussy, threading it onto the
rod, then I slid it through the bars and into her, locking it in place with
the clamp set against the bars. The men were all standing around, watching
the preparations with some fascination. "You didn't think the cage was for
ME, did you?" I chuckled. I got a nervous chuckle in response. "Rudy," I
offered, "I know we got off on the wrong foot, so I'm offering you the first
pass -- if you'll show her your dick, she'll suck a load from it."
"Shit!" Rudy breathed, goggling, then, "Nah, I'll wait..." I figured that
he assumed that there had to be a trick to it. Karen stuck out her lower
lip in a pout and Rudy snorted, "I didn't say I wasn't goin' to play, Honey
-- I'll just wait until somebody else opens you up."
Julio cocked his head. "She will suck?"
"She will suck," I agreed. "Y'all are clean, right? If you're not sure,
she can still do you through a rubber -- but if you give her something,
you'll end up in the cage next to her at some point -- and you don't have a
pussy to stick a dildo in!"
"Is SHE clean?" Alejandro asked.
"I fucked her six hours ago," I told him. "If I come down with something
because she's been out peddling it without permission, we can take turns
beating the shit out of her until she'll have to be dissected to tell what
species she is!" I glared a warning at Karen. "Do you have anything to
tell us, Slut?" Karen shook her head, wide-eyed. I shrugged. "There are
always rubbers..."
Alejandro wave the idea away, an expression of distaste on his face,
"Rubbers..." He turned to Julio expectantly.
"I wait," Julio announced.
Alejandro shrugged. "Then it's decided." He stepped forward and began
working at his belt. Karen reached up to help; in no time, she had a
handful of meat, jacking it. Everybody stood around watching as she pushed
her tongue under his foreskin; Alejandro stood there, his hands opening and
closing, looking for something to clutch.
"It's your gift, not hers," I told him. "Grab what you want and fuck her
face."
"Nice tetas," Julio observed, his eyes glowing.
"I like 'em," I agreed. "If it doesn't bother Alejandro, you can get up
close and personal with 'em."
Julio came around and looked up at Alejandro, who nodded tightly -- he was
somewhat distracted -- squatted, and reached out to fondle Karen's 'tetas'
with his thick fingers. This surfaced an issue, since he had to reach into
the cage. Frowning, I went over and opened the toy box and tried to figure
out what I could do to adjust things further. Finally, I decided that an
adjustment to the current situation was the simplest thing, so I undid the
clamp and told Karen, "Crawl forward, Slut, so your titties clear the door
for Julio, there." She did so, and I fed more of the rod through the clamp,
keeping the dildo inside her while she did it.
Julio looked up, "Gracias."
"Por nada," I replied, adding, "No pussy today, boys, but if you finish this
job on or ahead of schedule, we'll have a little party and you can see if
she's airtight -- how's that?"
"Airtight?" Julio blinked.
Rudy chuckled. "He means we can stick a dick in every hole she's got -- at
the same time."
I grinned and nodded. "Sound good?"
"S- ," Julio stopped and reorganized, "Yes -- very good!" He grinned from
ear to ear and went back to milking Karen's breasts.
Meanwhile, the Latin lover persona had deserted Alejandro, leaving an animal
behind. "Suck!" he hissed, driving his cock between Karen's lips,
"Swallow!" He held her head immobile while he used her mouth for his
pleasure. At the current rate, I figured she was going to have a split lip
-- but Alejandro grunted, "YAAAAHHH!!!" and poured semen down her gullet
soon enough that I didn't feel it necessary to intervene. Stepping back, he
looked a bit ashamed of himself.
"I hope you don't treat your old lady like that," I observed.
"No," Alejandro muttered. "This was... different..." He looked away.
I very deliberately did NOT ask Karen if she was okay. "Next!"
Rudy waved at Julio. "You're there already."
Julio pursed his lips, analyzing the situation, then stood and removed his
coverall and underwear. Then he surprised us by sitting down and sliding
his legs under Karen so she could lower her head to his lap while sucking.
"I want to feel your tetas," he explained, looking around. "I LOVE your
tetas..." I shrugged; it was cool with me if he wanted to play with her
nipples. He had a short but thick cock with a lot of foreskin that Karen
pushed back so she could get at the angry, purplish mushroom head. One look
at his face as her lips rolled over his glans and you knew he wouldn't last
long. He hissed and muttered in Spanish the entire minute and a half or so
that elapsed before he let go of Karen's left tit to mash her face into his
pubes while he hissed and thrashed and flooded her tonsils with spooge.
Somehow, I didn't find it surprising that he came by the quart -- I watched
Karen swallow twice. Julio flopped back, sated, and crawled back out from
under her, muttering, "Gracias..."
"My turn, I guess." Rudy stepped forward, letting down his jeans and
releasing the most impressive cock of the morning -- nothing legendary, but
a good eight inches, anyway. Since I wasn't in the competition, I didn't
have to wonder which of us had a millimeter on the other, anyway. Karen's
eyes glowed as she took charge of it and I wondered if she had that 'slut
for black cock' thing that shows up here and there -- but it appeared after
a bit that she was probably just looking for meat long enough to deep-
throat. Rudy took it easy on her but didn't give any quarter, either, going
for his without getting brutal about it; I found it to be fun to watch. I
like watching black guys work, all smooth and dark and muscular (I'm bi,
remember? I like being between the cheeks on one, too, when I can get it).
Rudy had a nice body. He gave us probably five minutes' worth of
entertainment before Karen figured out all of his hot spots and brought him
off -- easily twice as long as Alejandro. I don't think he came as much as
Julio, though. "Good shit!" he commented as he withdrew his meat, "DAMNED
good shit!"
"Okay," I queried, "Are we all set?" I got nods. "Good. Hit the schedule
and keep your mouths shut, and we'll have that party when you're done. I'll
leave you to your work." I turned, then looked back over my shoulder.
"Climb off that dildo, Slut, and go clean up. Take your robe. And stay out
of reach of the boys until they're done!"
"Yes, Master!" Karen crawled out of the cage, stood, flashed everyone a
sunny smile, and toddled off, snatching up her robe in the process.
As an afterthought, I confronted the group, "For the record, that's the ONLY
general use slut currently in my stable. The other piece her age is an
exclusive to me, and the young stuff is, well, young stuff, you know? Let's
not get any ideas -- everything else is off limits." I got a round of
nods. "Glad we understand one another. Mike, it's your show..." I headed
upstairs.
Have you ever seen anyone genuflect? I plopped down in the kitchen with a
cup of coffee and Karen crawled in from the hallway and pressed her nose to
the floor at my feet! Clearly, I'd made her day... "So," I chuckled, "Did
you enjoy yourself? Did you get yourself a nice bellyful of strange jizz?"
"Oh, yes, Master!" Karen cooed.
"Good," I grunted. "Get up -- as much as I enjoy it, you can't do shit
with your head pressed to the floor. Stay out of their way and don't
distract them -- I don't want them putting in anything upside down or
backwards. Don't forget the robe -- who knows who the fuck is going to
show up next..."
"Yes, Master." Karen got up.
"Go out and find the boys and make sure they know you're okay -- we don't
want Pete all worried." I waved her off. Shit like this was fun, but you
worried all the time. What if one of those dickheads had something or
decided that the tale was too good to keep under wraps? A thousand fuck-ups
could happen. Really, was it a major thing? Probably not -- I'm just a
worrier. I went off to my office to try to work through the noise.
-- ---------------------------------
The day got hotter and hotter. We'd gotten a respite of a day or so when
the nighttime temps came down into the seventies and the daytime temps
stayed in the low nineties, but when I pulled up the weather report at ten
on my computer, it said 105 and muggy. By the time the guys knocked off at
three, even the basement was hot; the heat pump was working it's ass off to
keep things below eighty inside. Nobody was going home; even over the last
few days, everyone in sight had been spoiled by the availability of air
conditioning. We would be hip deep in Cantrells that night for sure -- and
maybe Amy again, too. I started planning for it. I left the boys at the
house while Kate and I hit the grocery, the liquor store, and a couple of
other places, stocking up.
Heather and Amy proved me correct; Amy brought Heather home and came in
carrying an overnight bag. "So, you're a resident?" I queried.
"She is," Amy replied, pointing at Heather.
"Actually, she isn't," I corrected her. "Kate is. That makes you a leech
riding a leech."
"So I can't stay?"
"I didn't say that -- but what's in it for me?" I retorted.
Amy flicked a glance at Heather, then, dismissing her, stepped up and
caressed my cheek. "Sweetie, you can have it any time you want -- you KNOW
that!" she cooed. Heather gasped.
I backpedalled quickly. "Sorry, I didn't mean that the way it sounded --
not that I would insult you by turning down your generous offer. I, uh, had
other things in mind." I glanced at Heather, embarrassed. "I've gotten in
a bit deep, Hon -- I hope you'll forgive me -- but I need to be clear so
Amy isn't insulted." Turning back to Amy I said, "Just to clarify, I wasn't
pressing you to put out. I think you know that if you want it, I'm more
than happy to make deliveries, but I wouldn't ask you to trade pussy for air
conditioning. We've got a lot of bodies around here right now, and things
get out of hand quickly, that's all."
Amy dimpled. "I know you wouldn't, Sweetie -- and I'm happy to help out!"
Heather looked bothered. "I thought..."
I frowned. "What?"
"What about Kate's mom?"
"What about her?"
"Isn't that what she's doing?"
"Oh." I sighed. "Hon, that may appear to be the case, but it isn't. Karen
agreed to have me supervise her rather rigorously; I COULD have spent
several hours a day at her house, but I'm selfish, so for my convenience I
moved her in here."
"And my mom?"
"I want her lily-white body -- that's no secret -- but I already have a
house slave -- AND a maid, for that matter. Your mother doesn't live here
-- and you don't, either -- but it would be selfish of me to drag her over
here and fuck her, then send her home to sweat, wouldn't it?"
Heather wrinkled her nose. "The things you say!"
I shrugged. "Sometimes I can't find a way to make things pretty --
especially if I need to make them clear. I've made no commitment to support
your mother; she doesn't want me to -- the idea makes her skittish. But
I'm here to help out. She needs more emotional and physical support than
financial, but we're both aware that I've done THAT, too."
"Soooo..." Heather murmured.
"So I expect that while it's bad out, you guys will be over here a lot," I
amplified, "but you need to think about the logistics and not take things
for granted. There is only so much space and so much food and I'm not going
to play grand host all the time. There are four or five females trooping
around here; I shouldn't have to grocery shop, for one thing."
"What does being female have to do with it?" Heather bristled.
"Nothing," I replied, "except YOU can drive and the boys can't. Or at least
your mothers and Amy can."
"Oh," Heather muttered, shut down.
"Sleeping arrangements will probably be close to those of last night," I
added brusquely, and turned away. As I headed off down the hall, I heard a
mutter from Heather.
The reply wasn't quiet. "Of COURSE I would! I'm a party animal, and so is
Cletus; we've got a lot in common!" Amy declared. "Your mom is an idiot; if
Cletus let me I would move in here and play whatever games he wanted to play
for as long as he wanted!"
Heather mumbled something, aghast.
"There's old and there's old. Cletus is a lot older than us, but that just
means he's experienced -- and he's young between the ears -- something
your mom isn't, with all her hang-ups! Besides, do you really think he
fucks like an old guy? I've seen college boys that couldn't keep up!"
Another mumble.
"You're right -- you wouldn't," Amy retorted. "So when are you gonna find
out?"
Grinning, I moved out of earshot.
-- ---------------------------------
The women did the changing of the guard thing again between five-thirty and
six. I decided that there was no requirement for Jean to sleep in my bed;
she could do the TV room with the girls if she wanted. Similarly, Karen had
gotten her jollies a lot lately and needed reining in, so she would probably
sleep chained to the foot of the bed. She hadn't done anything wrong; I had
just been too benevolent lately and she needed to see the iron fist. But I
didn't make any announcements at dinner -- or right after, for that matter,
since we suddenly had a visitor...
Heather got the door -- still dressed, thankfully. I spied Ed Grover over
her shoulder. "Ed! Come on in! What can I do for you?" I waved him into
the kitchen to plop at the table. "Tea?"
"Uhhh, sure..." Ed looked uneasy. I glanced around and Kate and Amy both
bounced up and went to work on the component parts of putting a glass of
iced tea in his hands.
I said, "Thanks, girls!" and waited until it was delivered before noting,
"You've got that messenger-boy look -- what's up?"
Ed grunted; I'd made it clear I knew who wore the pants at Grover's before,
so he didn't have to pretend. "Cindy wants to know what the rules are."
I blinked. "No shit?"
"Well, you may not have been out in that," he waved at my slider, "and it's
pretty cool in here -- but today was murder and tomorrow is going to be
worse, according to the weather man. You said magic words, yesterday --
air conditioning. Her head's been on backwards ever since."
I eyed him for a moment. "All right." I got up and went in the office and
printed out the release, then typed up a little note with the verbiage of
both pool signs on it and printed that. Then I took them back and put them
in Ed's hands.
Ed looked them over, grunting here and there. "What about indoors? I don't
see any rules for that."
I stood there for a moment, sucking my teeth. "They're what I say they are
-- - and they change, moment to moment. A man's home is his castle." I
cocked my head and looked at him. "What would YOU want them to be?"
Ed looked surprised. "What?"
I looked around at a room full of the enemy; Ed and I had allies here, but
they were young... "Let's go in the living room," I suggested. I pinned
Jean, Kate, Amy and Heather in place with a look and led him out. Once we
were seated in chairs across the coffee table from one another, I put my
glass down and asked, "So, Ed, are you getting laid regularly?"
Ed shrugged. "So--so."
"Who controls that?" I asked blandly.
"Well, we've been married twenty two years," Ed related. "We both still
like it, but it's the same ol' same ol'."
"Okay, so, you're not cut off or anything -- just bored?" I pressed.
"Yeah."
I nodded. "Makes sense. Any woman I ever knew who wore an ankle bracelet
thought of herself as being sexy. Besides, she seems fascinated with
goings-on over here..."
Ed grinned. "It's kind of an obsession. If it wasn't so damned hot, I
would probably be benefitting from all the shit going on over here -- but
as it is, it just makes her cranky."
I grinned. "So I'm contributing to Cindy's fantasy life?"
"Yeah, you could say that." Ed pursed his lips and eyed me. "What IS going
on over here?"
"Oh, orgies and stuff," I teased. "Actually, it varies, but we have our
high times." I sat back in my chair. "Having her play Mrs. Grundy while
peeping in on me hasn't exactly advanced her stock, if you know what I mean.
It's hypocritical and it poses a threat. I'm gonna want my pound of flesh,
if you know what I mean." I sat forward. "Question is, what do YOU want?"
"Me?" Ed blinked.
I pursed my lips. "Was she on top all along, or did it happen over time? I
guess I'm asking if you like where you are right now. Did you sign up to be
whipped?"
Ed froze, thinking furiously. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that if I let her in that door, I'm gonna end up holding her
leash -- or muzzling her, at the very least," I told him. "I'm asking you
if you want to be able to hold it when she's not here, or would you rather
have it some other way."
Ed stared off into space for a bit. "At first, it was a democracy. We
expressed our opinions and respected each other's..."
"Only you didn't have any, so you let her have hers..." I theorized. Guys
tend to be easy to please, if things are going well; women, on the other
hand, are always looking to optimize...
"Yeah..."
"After a while, nobody asked for yours."
Ed nodded. "Exactly."
I chuckled. "Women don't do democracy. It's dictatorship, one way or the
other -- - you or her -- - and she's holding too many cards. In my house, I
rule; it's my way or the highway -- - but I have to stay on top of things,
especially lately." I sat back, steepling my fingers. "What's going to
happen if she sees a lot of nudity?"
Ed pursed his lips. "She'll get all charged up."
"Can she be set off?"
"Maybe. The reason she's so cranky is that she's outside of it, I think."
"What would it take?"
"I don't know. I don't think she's ever..."
"Cheated?" I supplied.
"Yeah."
"How big of a problem would it be if she did -- if you were in on it?"
"Would she know?" Ed asked.
"That's up to you," I replied. "If you wanted to hold it over her head,
then no. Or you could play turnabouts and use her slip to justify it. Or
you could just swing..." I paused. "What does she think of such things?"
Ed grunted. "The official stance is that it's immoral -- but I think she's
envious."
I sat back. "The biggest threat to swingers is themselves -- if they
discover they aren't adult about the situation, it can tear up a
relationship. You have to be able to separate love and sex -- and not get
all jealous or upset because your partner is having a ball with someone else
who means nothing to them. Just because in the heat of the moment she wails
about how much she loves that big black dick, it doesn't mean that she isn't
going to come home and snuggle up to you all happy to be your mate -- and
just because you put on a command performance and spewed a quart of cum in
some sweet young thing doesn't mean you aren't happy to have her there.
These are examples, of course..."
"Yeah." Ed's eyes were glazed.
"Guys usually have less of a problem separating love and sex -- in fact,
just after sex, we tend to want to escape the clutches of the woman involved
almost instinctively," I said, "but women tend to tie up sex with all kinds
of other goals -- love and reproduction and partnering and support and
protection... They tend not to get the point. Even if they go into things
with a clear understanding of where they sit on the totem pole, every once
in a while you have to slap them down. It's basically the same thing that
happened to you -- they get opportunistic, if nothing else." I paused.
"How adult is she? How secure? How insecure would it make her to discover
that she's slipped up and is no longer controlling Congress?"
"It would rattle her cage," Ed grinned.
"Is that a bad thing?" I wondered aloud. "I find that divorce is epidemic
because familiarity breeds contempt. A wedding band is an E-ticket to the
gravy train and nobody has to work at the relationship any more. Pretty
soon, somebody realizes they aren't getting any benefit and shit rolls
downhill." I took a sip of my tea. "I might live in sin with a woman for
the rest of my life, but I'll never marry again. The fact that neither of
us has their tentacles wrapped around the throat of the other adds that
little bit of uncertainty that keeps things moving."
Ed nodded. "How would we go about such a thing?"
"Let's talk about tactics."
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