Two Sides of Terri (12 page)

“I think we should milk the open bar a little longer. Might as well get our money’s worth.”

“If we do that, they’ll have to carry us out of here.”

“That could be fun. Depends on who’s doing the carrying.”

I shook my head. “You’re wild.”

She laughed. “Don’t blame me. You’re the one who got me all worked up with your talk of banging and porking. How’s an innocent girl like me supposed to resist that kind of talk?”

I laughed. “Oh yes, so innocent. Next time I’ll make sure we have a fainting couch nearby in case you’re overcome by the vapors.”

She batted her eyelashes at me.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

I took her glass and edged my way up to the bar. It seemed as if many of the guests shared my view of the exhibition. The bar was the most crowded area of the gallery, and with various hipsters ordering 1950s cocktails, it took a while to get two glasses of wine for me and Terri.

Not surprisingly, when I finally returned, Terri was locked in conversation with another man. He’d apparently arrived bearing gifts because she held a half-full wine glass in her hand and was sipping it slowly as he spoke, gesturing periodically at the installation before them: an unstable-looking tower of wire-mesh encircling a length of newsprint twisted into a double-helix. Something about freedom of the press?

I wondered if he was the artist, but he didn’t have that kind of look. He was older. Mid-50s probably. A full head of white hair, but tall, well-built. His hands were large and he moved them with a forceful precision. A surgeon maybe. A CEO. A man used to respect, to commanding a room. Did he remind her of Gary?

I wouldn’t say Terri was rapt, but she was certainly attentive to him. She laughed at his jokes. Leaned in closer when he lowered his voice. Was lively in response to whatever he was asking her. And, I couldn’t help but notice, even though I’d been away longer than expected, she wasn’t looking for me.

Ever since she’d hooked up with Chucky, I’d fantasized about her with other men. I couldn’t help it. But those fantasies were always abstract. It was a generic other man. A policeman, a plumber, some executive in a suit, not another flesh-and-blood human being. Until now.

He was older, but powerful. I imagined him escorting her through the gallery, impressing her with his knowledge, his presence. He’d lead into the side room, less populated, quieter. Talking softer, he’d draw her in, closer. A hand on her forearm to call her attention to a particular painting.

She’d feel the attraction. Feel her own desire. I would duck out of sight as she looked over her shoulder guiltily, worried that she was betraying me, not realizing how turned on I was. Then he’d cup her chin in his hand, kiss her gently. She would feel the lust, the passion boiling up inside her. He would feel it as well, kissing her harder now, his strong hand cupping her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple as it stiffened and pressed through the fabric of the dress.

She’d be his for the taking, but he would be too classy to finger her in public or bend her over a bathroom sink. Instead he’d take her hand and lead her outside. She’d look around for me, grateful that I wasn’t there to stop her. Then to his car—an expensive sedan, a Jaguar maybe, with black leather and walnut trim. She’d be nervous. Worried about how I’d react when I found out. But he’d be calm, in control, the right mix of funny and flirty to keep her in the mood and comfortable.

Then to his home, an expensive, tastefully appointed Lincoln Park brownstone. Once inside, he would let the facade fall. He would kiss her hard, his hand firmly gripping her hair. Then he would order her to strip, save for her heels and jewels. With him still fully dressed, he would lead her upstairs to the bedroom—

“Bill? Where’ve you been?”

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “I didn’t want to interrupt. Looked like you were making a friend.”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you expect? You left me alone forever.”

“No, I mean, he was a good looking guy, don’t you think?”

“Are you going gay?” she said with a grin.

“No, I....”

She laughed. “I know what you mean, husband. You were thinking that since I’m—we’re, um, exploring my inner,” she leaned in close, “slut, that maybe I’d just let myself get picked up by some random stranger.”

“Well, I don’t know. I mean, I know he’s not
Chucky
, but why not?”

She shook her head. “Bill, I don’t know how this works, or how you think this should work. Is that where we are now? You just choose random guys and I have sex with them?”

“No, God, I’m not saying that. Why would you say that?”

“It just seems—”

“No, Terri. Look, all I was asking was whether you’d considered it. A handsome, older, successful man comes onto you at a party. After the last few weeks, don’t you think about it?”

“I... I... Wow, that’s a tough one.”

“How so?”

“Well, okay, so did I notice he was handsome? Yeah, of course. Did I know he was coming onto me? Sure. But I don’t know. That’s as far as it went in my mind. I was here with you. I just wasn’t thinking about it.”

“What if we’d run into Chucky? Would you have thought about it then?”

“But that’s not the same thing,” she exclaimed. She hadn’t actually answered the question. She didn’t need to. Of course she would have. “Chucky and I were lovers. It is inherently a different relationship.”

There was nothing about what she was saying that was particularly controversial, but it still bothered me somehow. I couldn’t put my thoughts into words. What did I want? Would it really have been better if Terri was thinking lewd thoughts about other men? About co-workers and random strangers and handsome, mature men she met at parties? The thought sent another twinge of excitement through me. What the fuck was wrong with me?

Then suddenly she turned and headed for the door. I caught up to her in the parking lot, but we didn’t talk. Not a word through the entire ride home.

CHAPTER 9:
COMPLICATIONS

We finally climbed into bed together and she turned toward me. She had a weird look on her face, as if she were balanced between competing emotions. “This is fucking insane.”

I looked at her in surprise, almost as if I were seeing her for the first time. We’d been gradually stripping away layers over the past few weeks, both of us exposing more of ourselves than we ever had.

“Tell me what’s going on,” I said by way of a reply.

She laughed, but there were suddenly tears in her eyes. “I don’t know, honey, but I don’t want to lose you.”

“Never.”

She forced a smile and wiped her eyes. “Easy to say. But I’m afraid you won’t like the real me.”

“And what’s that?”

Her eyes glistened again, and a single tear ran down her cheek. “A whore. A slut.”

“No, don’t say that! That’s just… That’s just part of the game. Just words.”

She shook her head. “No, Bill, it’s more than that. I like it. I like the way it makes me feel to go to Chucky, knowing it’s about nothing more than sex. Driving to his place, with no panties, knowing that there will be no romance, no talking, just fucking. God, it makes me feel so alive.”

I smiled. “I know. That’s part of what has me so turned on. Seeing this other side of you.” I paused, hesitated, before continuing. “And I also know it’s not something I can provide. It can’t just be sex between us. There’s just too much else.”

“That doesn’t mean I have to do it.”

“No, but why not? It turns you on. It turns me on.”

Even as I said it, I could feel my stomach churning. Here I was, again, talking my wife into having sex with another man—and not just sex, but dirty, animalistic fucking.

“So what are the boundaries?”

“I trust you,” I replied.

“Really?”

“Really.”

She scooted closer to me, her hand trailing over my stomach, cupping my package.

“So, if he wants anal sex, I should let him?”

My cock reacted immediately, twitching to life. She stroked my increasingly turgid shaft.

“If that’s what you want.”

“I do,” she cooed. “I want him in my butt.”

I groaned softly.

“What if he wants to take me out, play with me in public?”

That one sent a shiver up my spine. I pictured him stroking her thigh at the bar. Imagined him fingering her at the club. Fantasized her bent over a bathroom sink.

“I trust you,” I choked out.

She stroked me harder.

“What if he wants to—”

“Oh God, anything. Anything you want.”

“Anything?” Her voice dripped with suggestion.

“Anything,” I groaned, suddenly realizing how close I was.

Terri realized it too, and without hesitation dove below the covers. Her mouth found my cock just as I started to come.

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It was another week before they hooked up again. Another week of daily bouts of anxiety and anticipation followed by amorous romps in bed. But sure enough, he’d sent a text and she’d accepted and gone.

Less than 30 minutes later my phone rang. It was Terri. She couldn’t be done yet, and anyway, she usually just texted that she was coming home rather than call. Something must be wrong. Maybe they’d fought. Maybe her car had broken down.

I answered the call.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.

Nothing. No answer. Just some rustling. Some background noise. Then I heard sounds, labored breaths, groans. Had she been in an accident?

“Terri? Is that you? Is everything okay?”

More grunts and whines.

“Terri? What’s wrong?”

Then suddenly, her voice, strained: “Oh God, Bill, oh God, he’s in my ass.”

“Are you okay?”

“It hurts,” she groaned.

“You don’t have to—”

His voice cut me off. Distant, muffled, he said, “Tell him.”

“It hurts,” she groaned again, “but I like it. I like it.”

A small chuckle, then “Good girl.”

“Terri? Terri, are you sure? You can stop.” I gasped into the phone, but there was no reply. The line had been disconnected.

I immediately called back, but it went right to voice mail. Her phone had been turned off.

I could picture it. Couldn’t help but picture it, in fact. Terri on her hands and knees. Chucky behind her ramming his fat cock into her ass. Even though she’d told me we were the same size, in my mind’s eye, he was huge. He would have planned it. Taken her phone from her purse before taking her to bed. And then, when he was inside her, as she struggled to adjust to the new sensation, he’d called my number and placed the phone by her mouth so that I could hear her sounds.

You bastard
, she’d probably said after he hung up, but with a smile.

But he probably had the bigger smile because even as I was thinking all this through, I knew he was still inside her ass, sodomizing my eager wife.

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She didn’t come back home for almost another two hours. I heard her car pull into the driveway, but when she didn’t come inside for a few minutes, I went downstairs to see what was going on.

She walked into the house just as I was coming down the stairs. She looked like death, pale faced, walking gingerly, eyes unfocused.

“Oh God, Terri, are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

She looked up at me with blank eyes, slowly processing my words. Then she shook her head slightly and resumed her careful shuffle over to the sofa.

“Terri, do you need to see a doctor?”

She dropped onto the cushions.

“No, I’m...I’m okay,” she replied shakily. “Just…could you get me a drink?”

“Wine?”

“Scotch.”

She rarely drank anything hard. Still, I nodded and gave her a generous pour. She took a big gulp. Then she looked at me again, a wan smile on her face.

“That was...intense.”

“What happened?”

“Honey, I’ll tell you everything, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to, um, entertain you after. Would you rather I tell you later?”

“No,” I replied quickly. “Tell me now.”

She nodded. “I’ve never... It’s weird... I didn’t expect...”

“Terri, slow down. Just tell me what happened.”

“Well, you know what happened. I gave...he took my butt. I thought it would be just a quick thing, you know, just, like when he put his finger back there. A little weird, but you know, not that big a deal.”

“But it wasn’t?”

She shook her head. “God, I don’t even know how to explain it. When he first put it in, it took my breath away.”

“It hurt?”

She nodded again. “Yes, but that wasn’t the main sensation. It was more this sense of being taken, of being completely possessed. The feeling was so intense, so overwhelming. Then he’d pull out, almost all the way, and I could breathe again. Think again. And then he’d enter me, and I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t even make a sound. Maybe it was just because it was my first time. He didn’t harm me. I’m not, you know, injured or anything. Just shaken up.”

“How did he treat you after?”

“There wasn’t much
after
to speak of. He, um, dragged it out. He’d do it for ten, fifteen minutes, then we’d take a break, he’d caress my back, rub my shoulders, the whole time saying how good it felt, how much he was enjoying fucking my ass. Then we’d switch positions and start again.

“We started off side by side, him spooning me as he entered me from behind. Then he put me on my hands and knees and took me that way. Then he laid on his back and pulled me on my back on top of him. God that was intense. Him thrusting into my butt, my entire body available to his hands.”

“Did you come?”

“Yes, twice. The first was before the anal, when he was just sort of playing with me. But then, yes, once, during. When I was laying across him. He was deep inside me, and then he stopped thrusting and just rubbed my clit.”

She had a distant look in her eyes as she relived the moment. The realization that she was still with him at that moment, even though she was physically with me, was like a kick in the gut.

She noticed. “Are you okay with this?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted honestly.

“You know I love only you.”