Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The invitation arrived attached to the arm of a little black teddy bear. "It's from Charles." Nadya's voice came across the phone as almost a whisper. "Charles?" Alex asked. "From school Charles? Charlie Charles?" It was an inside joke. Charles had made it abundantly clear his name was not Charlie, or Chuck, or any other abbreviation of the name. So, naturally, all his high school friends called him Charlie behind his back. "Charlie Charles," Nadya confirmed. "He wants to take me to dinner." "When?" "Friday night, after work. I won't go if you don't want me to," she told him. Nadya ran a retail outlet in a mall. Friday she would open the store and leave by five. Saturday, she'd come in later and close out all the registers at the end of the day. Alex wouldn't be coming home that weekend. "It's an interesting proposition," he said. "It could be difficult," Nadya observed. "You know how he was in high school." Alex did, indeed, know how Charles had been in high school. He'd had a major crush on Nadya. They'd gone out several times. Nadya admitted he'd been one of three men in her life to get to home plate. The other was her first husband. Alex was the third. "Look," Alex told his wife, speaking distinctly into the telephone mouthpiece, "you are alone. You're going to be alone for another week. I know how you get." "I know," she said, her voice tentative. "Believe me, it's all right. I won't be mad. I won't be jealous." "I love the way you touch me," she said, sounding wistful. "And I love touching you. But, you're changing the subject." Nadya wasn't actually his wife, yet. They planned to be married, but things seemed to keep getting in the way. The marriage was going to happen. They were both certain of it. It just hadn't happened yet. "You really should go," he continued. "It would be good for you." "No." Her statement was simple, but lacked real emphasis. "Its just dinner." More than once Charlie had asked her to go out with him. Alex admired his persistence as well as his taste in women. Nadya was an attractive woman with a body shaped by her regular routine of exercise. Alex felt truly lucky she'd fallen in love with him. And he loved her so much that he was prepared to deny her nothing. "What if he wants more," she asked, finally. "I guess that's up to you." "You're joking, right?" "No," Alex said, slowly. "It really is up to you. Don't you wonder what it might be like all these years later?" "Not really." "Yes, you do. I know you. You want to know if he's any different now that he's matured." "Alex," Nadya started. "This is making me uncomfortable." "Look, honey," Alex pressed on, "you're just going out to dinner. Then, just play it how it feels, you know? If you feel good about it, go ahead." "You won't be mad?" "Baby, why should I be mad? You're not going to stop loving me, are you?" "No. You really think I should go with him?" "Of course. Look, go to dinner. Have a nice time. Then, go get laid if you want. No big deal." "I love you," Nadya said. "And, I love you, too. That's why I think you should go." "It wouldn't be the same as with you." "Of course not. This is getting laid. There's a difference, you know. What we have, what we do is very special. It's more than just the physical act. Ours is a wonderful, spiritual connection. You don't expect the same thing is going to happen, do you? You're just going to get laid. Afterwards, all the parts will be in place, nothing will be taken away. You'll be the same marvelous woman as always, and the love of my life." There was silence on the other end of the phone. "Go to dinner," Alex said. "Have a good meal, catch up on old times, and if something else transpires, play it the way you feel most comfortable. Go ahead and get laid if you want. You don't have to get all wonky about it. Believe me." "If I go to dinner with him he'll think something else." "So, get yourself prepared for the something else. You should have fun. Do what you want. Eat, drink, dance if you choose, then screw yourself into exhaustion, hand him his hat and show him the door. Go take a shower, get into bed and have yourself a good night's sleep. I'll be there on Tuesday, and life goes on." "You won't be jealous?" "Of what? You're making way too much of this, really, Nadya. Should I be jealous because you shared a meal with somebody else? You'd think I was nuts if I did that. So, you get your cookies off with somebody. Does that mean you won't with me? Of course it doesn't. It's just getting laid, like I said. Nothing's permanent and there's no damage." "What if he wants to spend the night?" "That's up to you, isn't it? Maybe you'll want to get laid again in the morning. If you do, let him stay. If not, then don't. It really is whatever you want. Alex continued, "Doesn't it excite you, Nadya, just a little bit, thinking about it? The forbidden fruit and all?" "A little, I guess." "It does me. I'm sitting here with the biggest hard-on in history thinking about you screwing him into submission. It makes me hot as hell!" Nadya chuckled. "You want me to do it, then." It wasn't close to being a question. "Hell, yes! I've told you! The thought of it turns me on. So, go. Do it. Take advantage of the opportunity. And, Tuesday night, you can tell me all the nasty details and see the effect it has on me. But, you'd better be ready for the screwing of your life." "I'm not a slut." "Of course you're not. You just like to fuck, is all. So you should." "We'll see," was all she said. "One more thing." "What's that?" "You have to tell me everything, Nadya. Everything." "Okay. I'll think about it." "I love you, baby." "I love you, too, Alex." The next time Alex and Nadya talked was Friday. She had to open the store, so she was in early. It was the middle of the day before she had a chance to call Alex. "I'm on my lunch break, Baby," he told her. "I only have a few minutes." "Me, too," she said. "I just wanted to check with you one more time." "I said my piece the other day. Go ahead and have dinner with Charles. Then, whatever else you feel like. It'll be fine." "You're sure?" "Honey, to be honest, I've been thinking about this all week. The thought of you doing him excites me." "Hard, you mean? It makes you hard?" "Bursting, baby. I think you should do it. Go out there and get yourself laid." "You're an amazing guy, Alex." "You remember what I said? I get all the best parts. I get your mind, your heart and your love. You're body will be exactly the same afterwards. The only difference is you'll have had an experience we can share." "I love you, sweetheart. I really, really do." Alex took a deep breath. "I love you, too, darling. Please. Go. Have a good time. Then come home and tell me all about it." It was nearly ten Saturday morning before he heard from Nadya. He called the house and she answered. "I'm so late," she groused. "I'm supposed to be at work in an hour and I haven't even taken a shower, yet." "So," Alex asked, his heart pounding in his chest, "did you get laid?" "Yes," she said, simply. "And?" "He hurt me." "He hurt you? What do you mean?" Alex was on the verge of anger. Surely Charles hadn't slapped her or beat her. Or had he? "He's bigger than you. Wider. He stretched me. It hurt." "But you're all right, aren't you? I mean, you got used to him." "Sort of. He stayed hard all night, Alex. I couldn't believe it. He kept saying I felt so good inside." "You stayed with him all night?" "Yes." "At his place?" "Yes. That's why I'm late. He took me back to the restaurant to get the car this morning." "So you got laid again this morning?" "Yes." "Excellent!" "All night, too." "Oh, Nadya, that's terrific! I can't wait to hear all the details." "He ate me on his kitchen counter. Then I got on him across one of the stools." "Well, at least he let you be on top the first time. Did that make it easier?" "I was so hot, Alex. I couldn't wait to get him inside me. That's probably why it hurt." "I'm sorry it hurt, baby. But, with some practice, you'll adjust, you know." "Maybe. But, I've got to go. I'm late for work." "Save up all the details, Nadya," he cautioned. "I want to hear everything." "I love you, Alex." "I love you, too, baby. I'm really happy for you. Really." They rang off. Alex didn't get any details. He didn't even hear from Nadya until late Sunday afternoon. "Hello, baby," she said. "Are you all right?" he asked. "You sound strange." "Charles showed up at the house last night," she said, quietly. "He brought me a rose." "So, did you get laid last night, too?" "Yes." "So, is he going to keep showing up at the house? I mean, it'll create quite a scene if I'm there and he pops in." "I don't think so. I told him not to do it again." "But you let him screw you last night?" "Well, he started kissing my neck, and, well, you know how I get." "Uh, huh?" "And the next thing I knew, I was on the couch and he was inside me." "And, you let him spend the night with you?" "Yes." "So, you got laid again this morning." "Yes." "Did you enjoy it?" "It was okay. It wasn't the same as having you." "All right, baby. It's okay. I'll be there tomorrow afternoon and you can tell me all about it." "Do you still love me, Alex?" Nadya was on the verge of tears. "Of course I do, darling." Alex was adamant. "I was afraid. I was afraid you wouldn't love me anymore." "Honey, the same truth stands. Nothing is broken. He didn't take anything away from you. Your heart and your mind still belong to me, don't they?" "Yes." "That's all that matters, Nadya. The rest of it is just sex." "I love you, Alex. I really, really love you." "I know, baby. And, I really, really love you, too. It'll be all right. I know you'll feel better when I hold you and kiss you and love you the same way I always have. You don't have to be afraid." "You're not going to leave me?" "No, baby. I'm not going to leave you." "I was afraid you were going to leave me." "The only way I'm leaving, my sweet, is if you tell me you don't love me anymore." "I'm never going to do that." "Then don't worry, baby. I'll be there tomorrow afternoon. Everything will be fine." When Alex drove into the driveway Nadya's car was gone. She would still be at work, he surmised. He took his bags into the house and tossed them into their bedroom. He located the cordless phone and dialed the number at the store. "Hey, beautiful," he said cheerfully when she came on the line. "Guess where I am?" "Are you home?" Nadya asked. "Sure am. The only thing I need is you." "I've got another hour to go," she told him. "I know. I'll have the hot tub all warmed up. You can join me there when you get in." "Okay." Alex noticed there was some hesitation in her voice. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Nothing," she answered, her voice now almost lilting. "It's just, well, this Charles thing." "Did you do him in the tub?" There was silence for a moment. "Yes," she finally admitted. "Good. You can come home and do me there, too, while you tell me all about it." "Start with Friday night," Alex told Nadya when she settled herself in the hot tub an hour and a half later. "I want to know every detail." "I already told you," Nadya protested. "I told you on the phone." "You can skip that part, then. Tell me what happened after the barstool." "Alex, please. I really don't want to talk about it." "That's not the bargain, Nadya. The deal was that you get laid and then tell me about it. Everything, remember. All the details." "I can't remember everything. You know my memory is bad." "You can remember the important stuff. Come on." "Really, Alex. I don't feel good about this." "Wait a minute, Nadya. Is there something going on I don't know about? I mean, is there something else I should know?" Nadya wouldn't meet his eyes. She stared into the water, her hands gently waving through the bubbles. "I feel dirty, Alex. I feel like a dirty slut. I fucked him, and I kept fucking him, and I feel bad about it." When she did finally look into his face, Alex could see tears welling up in her eyes and trailing down her cheeks. "Why, baby? You don't have to feel that way, honest. Why do you feel bad?" "Because," she sobbed, "I cheated on you." Alex laughed. "You didn't cheat on me, Nadya. Don't you remember? I told you to go ahead. I'm not mad at you. I'm not hurt. I just wanted you to have a good time. I wanted you to see you could screw for the fun of it and I would still love you." "You're not fucking normal!" she railed at him. "Nobody let's somebody fuck around like that and not get angry!" "I do, Nadya." Alex spoke very quietly. "You're here and I'm here, and we are all intact. I love you and you love me. Just because you got laid doesn't mean a thing. All your parts are the same. The only thing wrong is this guilt you feel, and you're feeling it for no good reason. You're not a slut. You're just healthy. All you did was get laid. It's like doing situps or some other physical exercise. Everything is the same. You did not cheat on me." Alex scooted across the tub until he could wrap her in his arms. She clung to him, in near desperation. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "Don't be sorry, sweetie. It's all right. Really." Alex let his hands trail down her back. He felt the curve of her waist under the water, then the bulge of her shapely hips. He ran his hands back up her torso, caressing her and enjoying the feel of her damp skin. He kissed her face, her cheeks, her eyes. Eventually, his lips found the delicate curve of her neck. She moaned as his lips and tongue massaged the soft skin and taught muscles. "You know what that does to me," she whispered. "Mm hmm," he hummed into her neck. They twisted around in the tub until Alex was sitting on the high bench. Nadya straddled him, presenting her neck to him for more stimulation from his lips and tongue. Alex felt himself growing turgid in the warm water. His cock pressed into the flesh of her thigh. "Do you want me?" he whispered into her ear, his tongue flicking the lobe. "Yes," she murmured. "Oh, please, yes." She shifted her body until his cock was positioned properly, then sank down on him. She felt his firmness penetrate her, the size just perfect within her. "You feel so good inside me," she told him. "We fit together so well." Alex hummed and affirmative, enjoying the feeling of her flesh engulfing him. "Now you see," he whispered. "I still want you. I still love you." "And, I love you, darling. I really do." "Good," Alex said. "So, will you tell me now? I really want you to tell me." Nadya looked into his eyes, the lust evident in his dilated pupils. "Where do you want me to start?" she asked, moving her hips on his hardness. "Friday. Did you come?" "Yes. I came four or five times while he ate me on the counter. I couldn't help it. He wasn't as good as you, but he managed to get me off." "Then you mounted him on the barstool?" "Yes. I held him in my hand and put him right there, you know? Then I just pushed down onto him. But, he was so big. It stretched me. And, I was afraid I would be all stretched out for you." "But you're not, are you?" "I don't think so." "And, did he come inside you?" "Yes. He didn't last very long. He said it had been three years." "So, you didn't come with him inside you." "Not that time." "Then what?" "Then I got off him. He was very sweet. He got us warm washcloths and towels. Then he led me to his bedroom. He turned back the bed and we took off the rest of our clothes and got into bed." "What happened then?" "He rolled over on top of me. He pushed up, like, so all his weight wasn't on me? Then he just slid himself all around me. He was kissing my neck and my mouth. Then he started sucking on my breasts. I got all hot and wet down there again. I just spread my legs and he pushed himself inside me." "Did it still hurt?" "A little, but not as much. He lasted a lot longer this time. He kept fucking me and fucking me." "And did you fuck him back?" "Yes. I pushed my hips up when he plunged into me. It started to feel really good." "And, did you come this time?" "Um hmm. I think I came like three or four times. Finally, he shot up inside me. I could feel his hot semen spurting up there. That made me come, too." "Then what happened?" "He rolled off me, and we just lay there for awhile. We were both breathing real hard. Then he got up and got the towels and stuff, again. Then I fell asleep. "I woke up about an hour later. He was still awake, and he was still hard. I felt him with my hand. I rubbed him and stroked him. I told him I was surprised he was still so hard. He said it was because it felt so good inside me. So I rolled over on top of him and put him inside me, again." "Did you?" "I did." Nadya's hips increased their motion on Alex as she told him how she had ridden Charles. "It seemed like he was never going to come. I kept riding him, and coming, over and over again. I was thinking he was probably all worn out when he gave this huge groan and pushed himself deep up inside me. His squirts were so hot. It made me feel like somebody was bathing me with warm syrup. I could feel it coating the inside of me. When it reached that place, you know, in front, I came again." "Sounds like you had a good time." "It's better with you." "You're not supposed to compare, darling. Just enjoy what's going on. So, was that the last time that night?" "No. There were two more. One was later, I don't know when. I didn't look at the clock or anything. I woke up and he was eating me again. Then he came up and fucked me like he did before. The last time was in the morning. I rolled over and rode him again in the morning before he took me back to the car." "Sounds like you had a full night." "I was pretty sore when I left." "Are you still sore now?" he asked her. She shook her head. Her hip continued to rotate on him. She enjoyed the feeling of his cock pressing against the front of her vagina. It always sent shots of electricity through her body. "Then he showed up here Saturday night?" Nadya nodded. "It was late. You know, I didn't get off until ten. He was waiting here when I got home." "So you invited him in?" "I was just going to give him a drink and send him on his way. But, he kissed me. I backed away, but he took hold of my shoulders. Then he kissed my neck. You know, I was thinking about all we'd done Friday night, and with him kissing me like that, it just made me so hot. The next thing I knew I was on the sofa and he was between my legs pumping his meat into me." "And, it didn't hurt that time?" "I guess I'd got used to it. Just like the first time, though, he didn't last very long. I don't think I came more than once and he was shooting inside me." "Is that when you decided to let him spend the night?" "No, not really. We got cleaned up and I gave him some wine. I had some, too. Then he suggested we have a soak." "Here in the tub," Alex said. "Yes. So we took off the rest of our clothes and climbed in. He was amazing, Alex. I'd just fucked him on the sofa and he was already hard again." "So, did you climb on top of him like you're on me?" Nadya nodded. "He said he'd never made love in a hot tub before. So I got on top of him and fucked him. He must have lasted a half-an-hour. His cock felt so good inside me, just plowing in and out. I came four or five times." "Did it feel as good as this?" Nadya laughed. "You said we shouldn't compare! But, no. You always feel the best." "And now you have something to compare it to," Alex laughed with her. "You're my love," she told him. "So when did you decide to let him stay?" "It was after midnight when we got out of the tub. I was tired. I told him I was going to bed. He asked if he could stay and I said he could." "And did you fuck through the night again?" "Yeah, pretty much. He was just insatiable." "Then you fucked him in the morning before he left." "Yes. Oh, baby, please don't be mad at me." "I'm not mad, Nadya. Can't you feel it? Can't you feel how hot and hard I am inside you?" "Are you really?" "Yes, baby. I think you are the sexiest, most vital, wonderful woman ever. You have turned me on more than I thought possible." "And you don't hate me?" "Hate you? No, baby. I'm more in love with you than ever. The thought of you climbing on top of him just makes me enthralled. It's proof positive that my Nadya is the highly charged, sexual dynamo that I always knew she was. There's only one thing that could have been better." "What's that?" "If I had been here to see it." Nadya ground her hips on her lover. "Don't say that," she admonished. "I couldn't bear the thought of you watching me." "I don't think that's truthful, Nadya. I think that idea excites you as much as it excites me." Nadya increased the tempo of her thrusts. Water splashed out of the tub as she plunged herself up and down on Alex. "Tell me the truth, Nadya," Alex demanded, his voice strained as his own explosion approached. "Tell me that it turns you on, too." "Oh, yes, baby!" she cried, her muscles beginning to clamp on him in involuntary spasms. "Yes, it does. Oh, baby, it's so hot!" Alex groaned deeply as he shot his seed deep within her. Nadya's eyes rolled back in her head as the hot spurts blasted against the tender flesh inside her. Several moments later, when their breathing had returned nearly to normal, Alex looked into the eyes of his love. "You're something extra special, you know." "So are you, my darling." "Thank you for fulfilling one of my favorite fantasies," he said. "You're very welcome," she answered. "Which one should we work on next?"