Therapy

It started innocently enough but expanded until it was out of control. Not that I minded.

Honestly, my wife, Dedra, only wanted to help a neighbor with a difficult problem and she enlisted me to lend a hand, or some other appendage.

Let me explain. My name is Trent and I've been married to Dedra for almost fifteen years. Dedra and I were steadies in high school, engaged in senior year, and married the summer after we graduated. Somehow, during all those years in high school we managed to keep our relationship uncomplicated. We kissed and hugged but we knew from the start that we were destined to marry and we saved sex until then. We were both virgins on our wedding night but we managed to figure it out and spent most of the first twenty-four hours married in bed.

If you've done the math, we're both in our early thirties. We struggled for the first few years, working on our financial security and our sexual pleasures. We bought a house ten years ago with an enormous mortgage and terrific neighbors. Today we're financially secure, the mortgage has been refinanced and Dedra has a best friend in Jacquine, the next-door neighbor.

Jackie is two years older than Dedra and her husband, Wilber, is twelve years older than she is. According to Dedra, Jackie and Wilber had a very active sex life until about five years ago. I am always amazed at the personal information women share with each other. As a man, I'd never consider discussing with another man the topics Dedra and Jackie discuss without inhibition.

I've asked Dedra if she shares details about our sex life with Jackie. She admits to sharing that we have a viable sex life but without the details. I've learned to live with it. There's not much I can do about it. I don't let it influence my enthusiasm while in bed with Dedra and she returns my passion with an eagerness and intensity of her own.

Dedra's been having serious conversations with Jackie and, according to Jackie, Wilber had a serious scare with prostate cancer about five years ago. There were myriad options available for treatment but both the oncologist and the surgeon agreed that Wilber's cancer was potentially aggressive and recommended removal of the prostate rather than pharmaceutical or radiation treatments.

Wilber had the surgery. His urologist prepared him for the possible post-surgical implications and repercussions. First, his orgasms would be different, relying on nervous system responses without the fluid delivery pulsations he was used to. Second, and rare, was the total loss of the ability to have an erection.

Immediately, Wilber knew he was one of the unlucky rare medical anomalies. He completely lost his ability to have an erection. Pharmaceutical options were ineffective, penile injections didn't work and even the ever-popular penis pump had no result. He was a functional eunuch. His testicles were still intact but, even though he could have the effect of an orgasm through stimulation of his flaccid penis, the delivery system was permanently disabled.

The reality hit Wilber hard. Psychologically, he was a basket case, no longer a real man. Jackie did everything she could to change his perspective. She initiated every sexual activity she could find or think of to substitute for the now impossible happy ending. Most of it worked and Jackie and Wilber had frequent sexual encounters and soon became talented partners using lips, tongues, fingers, and an occasional toy to induce orgasms for both of them.

That helped Wilber. Over time, his mood and manhood were restored but, over time, Jackie's enthusiasm waned until it became a problem for her. Even with all the sexual activity she had with Wilber, there was one thing missing and it bothered her.

She no longer experienced the feeling of a warm, live erection pulsating inside her and the subsequent thrill of hot semen splashing against her cervix. There were toys that simulated the male orgasm within her but they were not psychologically satisfying.

It was with this problem that Jackie pursued a conversation with Dedra.

So, over drinks one afternoon in a dark and private corner of the local pub, Jackie shared her problem with Dedra. Dedra listened to Jackie's plight thoughtfully and without comment. When Jackie finished her story, Dedra asked, "Why are you telling me all this?"

Jackie's response was unexpected. "I had to tell someone. Someone I could trust and who would listen without judgment. Someone who might be able to help."

"I appreciate your faith in me," said Dedra. "But I'm at a loss understanding how I could help."

"I wasn't thinking of you specifically," admitted Jackie. "I thought that maybe Trent could help."

"How could Trent help?" asked Dedra. She paused for a beat. "Wait a minute," she almost shouted. "You want to fuck my husband?"

"The thought had crossed my mind," confessed Jackie.

"That's a huge ask," said Dedra. "You know you're my best friend and I'd do almost anything for you, but fucking my husband isn't something I've ever considered."

"I know," said Jackie. "I debated asking you because it's an unimaginable request but there's no other option that I've considered that's better. Hanging around bars picking up strange men to fuck is not only demeaning, it's dangerous. I don't have the courage to hire an escort. They're bound to be dispassionate and expensive. I can't think of any other man I rather have, who would treat me with respect and whose wife wouldn't laugh at my request."

"Except us?" Dedra asked.

"Except you," agreed Jackie.

"And Wilber knows what you're suggesting and agrees with it?" Dedra asked.

"Wilber and I have had several long conversations about my feelings," said Jackie. "He's been very supportive and understanding of my dilemma. He's offered many solutions including the toys I mentioned earlier without success. Finely, it was Wilber who suggested I find another man to give me the happy ending I'm looking for."

"And you focused in on Trent?" Dedra asked.

"Actually, it was Wilber who suggested Trent," admitted Jackie.

"Damn," said Dedra. "Let me ask another question, did you seek professional help before talking to me?"

"I did," said Jackie. "She referenced me to a sex therapist who listened to my story and suggested I find a fuckbuddy."

"Is that what you think Trent might be, a fuckbuddy?" Dedra asked.

"No. Not at all," insisted Jackie. 'I don't want a fuckbuddy. I want someone who would understand my request, treat me with respect and provide a service without complications or entanglements."

"And you think Trent would fuck you without having thoughts about something more?" asked Dedra.

"That's what I'm hoping for and, with your help I think it's possible," admitted Jackie.

"I don't know," offered Dedra. "I'll have to think about it hard and long."

"I understand," agreed Jackie. "Will you at least have a conversation with Trent?"

"Is that necessary?" Dedra.

"I think so, if you want to make an informed decision," said Jackie.

It was with that background that Dedra approached the subject with me after sex one evening several days later.

"So," I said after listening to her. "I'm supposed to fuck her, dump a load of semen inside her and kiss her goodbye."

"Maybe without the kiss," said Dedra.

"So, meet her, get naked, fuck her, get dressed and walk away?" I asked.

"You don't necessarily have to get naked," Dedra countered.

"I don't think that works for Jackie," I offered. "If I understand what you shared, she's looking for a happy ending, not a pump and run. I think that there would naturally have to be nudity, some foreplay and considerable, and probably prolonged, sexual contact. It might be dispassionate but it certainly wouldn't be without contact."

"I hadn't thought about it that way," said Dedra.

"Do me a favor," I suggested. "Have another conversation with Jackie and pin down more of the personal details and let's have this conversation again."

"Then you're considering it?" Dedra asked.

"Only because you're considering it," I told her.

"I'm still ambivalent," said Dedra.

"Have the conversation with Jackie, please," I said. "Meanwhile, come here and fuck me again."

Sex with Dedra over the next week was unusually energetic and expansive. I wondered if just thinking about me having sex with Jackie had something to do with it. I didn't ask. I wasn't going to mess with a good thing.

It was almost ten days later before Dedra mentioned sex with Jackie again. It had been so long that I thought the proposal had gone away. I was incorrect. The proposition was still alive. Dedra explained that there had been numerous conversations between Jackie, Wilber and Dedra over the last ten days and they had reached a conclusion: everybody agreed, even Dedra. They had agreed on the parameters of any contact between Jackie and me and it would happen if I agreed and was willing to proceed within the boundaries they had created.

"You've concluded that I would consent?" I asked.

"I have," admitted Dedra. "After all, Jackie is all woman and I believe you've thought about it more than once over the years."

That caught me by surprise. Of course, Dedra was correct. I'm a guy and, at times, I see all women as desirable, even Jackie. I've never acted on it but Dedra was offering me an opportunity that rarely, if ever, occurs. If I read the situation correctly, Dedra was offering me an opportunity without risk to our relationship. "You know me too well," I said. "I would never do anything that might harm our relationship but, if you're promoting this, I could be convinced."

"I'll accept that as a yes," Dedra commented. "Now are you interested in the rules of engagement?"

"Sure," I said.

"You were correct. Jackie is seeking a happy ending not a slam, bam, thank you ma'am encounter. However, neither of us wants things to get out of hand. So, you can get naked, both of you. A happy ending implies something else comes first, so minimal foreplay is allowed to maximize the happy part of the ending, but nothing oral, for either of you. Fingers are included as necessary but nothing anal. You may touch her breasts and other feminine parts before and during but no kissing. Kissing can be more intimate than fucking so, no kissing."

"Is that it?" I asked.

"Isn't that enough?" Dedra asked.

"It's enough," I confirmed.

"So, you'll do it?" asked Dedra.

"I'm still in shock at the prospect but yes, I'll do it," I told her.

"You understand the rules?" Dedra asked.

"You want me to fuck Jackie without kissing her, getting a blow job, sucking on her clitoris or fingering her rectum," I reiterated.

"Fine," said Dedra.

"When is this supposed to happen?" I asked.

"I'll work out a schedule with Jackie," said Dedra. "But, sometime Saturday is a possibility."

Friday evening after dinner, dessert and sex, Dedra casually commented, "Jackie is coming over tomorrow afternoon."

"To see you?" I asked innocently.

"To see you," Dedra confirmed.

"Why here?" I asked.

"Jackie doesn't want to upset Wilber by doing it at her house," Dedra explained.

"But you're here," I commented. "I don't want to upset you either."

"I'm going shopping," Dedra said.

"This could get expensive," I suggested.

Dedra laughed. "Don't worry. I don't need anything and I'm not shopping for another guy while you fuck my best friend."

"That makes me less apprehensive," I admitted. "Where?"

"Not our bedroom," explained Dedra. "You can use the guest room. I'll make sure the sheets are clean."

"You're incredible," I told her.

"If we're going to do this, I want it to be as easy, comfortable and quick as possible," she responded. Then she rolled on her side and rubbed her naked ass against my cock. "Got something for your wife," she said.

Saturday morning, we slept late and skipped our normal weekend sex. I took a shower and dressed casually, a shirt and slacks with underwear and my Birkenstock sandals. Dedra and I had breakfast, scrambled eggs, bacon, toasted English muffins, orange marmalade, orange juice and coffee. We ate slowly and lingered at the table until late in the morning. Then Dedra picked up her car keys, kissed me and headed for the door. "Guest room," was the last thing she said before the door closed.

I cleaned up the kitchen and headed for the living room to wait for Jackie. I put an early game on the television and waited. About forty-five minutes later someone knocked on the patio door. I got up and headed for the den and the entrance to the patio. Jackie was standing on the patio.

I unlocked the door, opened it, and invited her in. "I expected you to ring the front doorbell," I said.

"Less obvious this way," she said. "We have neighbors."

"Good thinking," I agreed. Then she hugged me and kissed me quickly.

"Whoa," I said. "We're not supposed to kiss."

"A hello or goodbye kiss that I've been giving you for years is not subject to the rules," she explained.

I looked at her. She was dressed casually, jeans and an oversized shirt with untucked tails that must have belonged to Wilber and flip flop sandals. Her hair was combed but not styled and she wore minimal makeup, no lipstick.

"You look good enough to eat," I told her.

Jackie laughed. "We have rules," she reminded me. "Where to?" she asked.

"The guest room," I told her and followed her as she started upstairs.

Our houses were similar enough that Jackie knew exactly where the guest room was. I followed her inside and closed the door. The queen-sized bed dominated the room. The spread was off the bed and folded on a nearby chair. The covers and sheets were turned down waiting for us and there was a towel on the bed, a bottle of lubricant and a condom on the pillow.

"Dedra certainly has thought ahead," commented Jackie.

"She's always been one step ahead of me," I admitted.

Jackie looked at the pillow again. She picked up the condom and put it in the drawer of the nightstand. "We won't need this," she said.

I looked at her questioningly. "I'm looking forward to bare skin on skin and a big finish. The condom is a barrier to both and, anyway, we've known each other for a long time and I don't think either of us is concerned about disease and I'm not going to get pregnant."

I nodded. Jackie picked up the lubricant and put it on the nightstand near the bed. "We might need this but I hope not," she said.

The towel remained on the bed "for use later," said Jackie. Then she turned to face me. "Where should we start?" she asked.

"I'm new at this," I said. "Actually, it's kind of surreal."

"Me too," agreed Jackie. "But I've thought of little else for the last few days. How about you?"

I smiled. Jackie smiled back. It was the right answer.

Jackie stood boldly in front of me and began to unbutton her shirt. She removed it deliberately, folded it neatly and put it on top of the bedspread on the chair before turning back to face me. She was wearing a simple white bra and her breasts were larger than I expected.

"Well," she said.

It was my turn. I pulled my shirt from the waistband of my slacks, unbuttoned the three buttons at the neck and pulled it off over my head. Jackie took the shirt from me, folded it neatly and placed it on top of her shirt on the chair.

She moved closer to me, put out her hand and ran her fingers through my chest hair. "Nice," she said as she began to unbuckle my belt and undo the button on my pants. Finally, she pulled down the zipper and pushed my slacks down around my hips. She knelt on the floor and pulled my slacks to my ankles. I kicked off my sandals and lifted each foot in turn. Jackie removed my slacks.

She was kneeling in front of me with my trousers in her hands and her face inches from my boxer shorts. I felt her impulse and the tension it caused in her body. She stood without taking her eyes off my slowly tenting shorts, folded my trousers and put them on the growing pile of clothing on the chair.

"You're allowed to touch me," I reminded her.

"I had something else in mind," she confessed. Without hesitation, Jackie unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She sat on the edge of the bed and stuck her legs out. "Help me here," she requested.

I tossed her sandals aside and pulled on the legs of her jeans. She lifted her hips off the bed and her jeans slid off her legs. She was wearing bright white bikini panties, sheer enough that the triangle of her pubic hair was visible.

I stood and neatly folded her jeans. She giggled as I placed them carefully on the pile of clothing.

Jackie stood in front of me, turned around and waited.

Her bra had three hooks on the back. I released them one at a time. Her bra fell into her hands. "You can touch me," she said, her voice deepening and approaching sultry.

I stepped closer until my penis, expanding in my shorts, touched her backside, put my arms around her body and held her breasts, one in each hand. Jackie exhaled and leaned back against me. I squeezed her breasts and her ass trembled against my now stiff cock. I kissed her neck, rationalizing that it wasn't a real kiss and was included in the definition of "minimal foreplay." She tilted her head and I kissed her neck again. She leaned further against me and pushed her cheeks hard against my erection.

I continued to hold her left breast while my right hand slid down her body until I could cup her pussy over her nylon panties. Jackie gasped, inhaling as I touched her. Her breathing continued in short pants as I curled my fingers and pressed them between her labia.

Jackie used her hands to grasp her panties and pull them down her hips, sliding them from between my fingers and her now uncovered pussy. I have no idea where her bra ended up but her panties were around her thighs. Her pubic hair was short and soft. My fingers returned to between her wet labia and settled on her clitoris.

Jackie appeared to stop breathing. Her head lay on my shoulder, her hands moved behind my back and one hand slid down under my shorts and settled around my erection. She started to slowly stroke me.

"Fuck," she whispered.

"That's why we're here," I breathed into her ear.

"Then that's what we should do," she whispered. She leaned away from me, releasing my erection. I lost my grip on her breast and pussy. She bent over in front of me and finished removing her panties. She tossed them in the direction of the clothing pile. Immediately, she was on her knees again in front of me pulling my boxer shorts off my legs. She held my erection in one hand and looked longingly at it. She kissed the head of my erection.

"Is that allowed?" I asked.

"It' not a real kiss," Jackie insisted. "And it not oral. I didn't open my mouth. And, anyway you kissed my neck. I thought it was okay if I kissed yours."

I laughed. "Rules are meant to be broken," I commented.

She stood up, took my arms, and pushed me toward the bed. She moved the sheet and blanket further down the bed and I sat on the bed. Then I lay on my right side watching her. I scooted back further on the bed to make room for her. She lay on her right side next to me, not like I expected but head to tail.

She lifted her left leg and placed her foot on her right calf near her knee. That position allowed me a visual I'll not soon forget. She had a world class pussy. The kind that inspired artists and composers. Her labia were symmetrical, large, and inflated with just a hint of blush. They touched in the middle their entire length. I used my fingers to separate her labia and discovered her inner lips, shining and pulsing slightly. I dragged a finger between her labia until I reached her clitoris.

Jackie supported her head on her right hand and stroked my erection with her left hand. Her touch was firm yet gentle and my erection responded further. She kissed the head of my erection again.

"You can kiss my clit," she suggested. "Just keep your mouth closed. It's the rules."

I accepted her interpretation without question. Kissing a clitoris is nothing like kissing lips or nipples. It tends to quiver during contact.

"Oh, God. I can't do this," cried Jackie.

She rolled away from me until she was on her back. She lifted and spread her legs. "Fuck me," she ordered.

I positioned myself between her legs and rubbed my erection between her labia until it was glistening. Jackie shifted her hips and pulled me toward her. I entered her a short distance. She paused me with her hands and took a deep breath before pulling me further into her.

I moved into her until our pubic bones prevented further entrance. "Don't move," Jackie requested.

I supported myself on my arms as I waited. I could feel the muscles of her vagina flexing and adapting to my presence. Jackie had her eyes closed and was taking rapid short breaths as she became comfortable with me inside her.

She shifted her hips and I interpreted that as permission to move. I began slow strokes out and back into her. Her hips matched my pace and soon we developed a mutual rhythm. I palmed one of her breasts, leaned forward and kissed her nipple. Soon, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm. It started with a tingling at the head of my erection and proceeded up my shaft until it reached my groin. I knew then that my orgasm was uncontrollable. It was inevitable. What I didn't expect was that Jackie would beat me to it. Her orgasm started suddenly and surprised me with its intensity. Nobody had informed me that she might have an orgasm too. Her body shook and tensed until the shaking was almost dangerous. Her back arched and she pulled me into her with her hands and legs. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held my body tightly against hers.

Then she kissed me, an open mouth, tongue lashing, saliva swapping kiss as her orgasm peaked. She had tears in her eyes and she screamed into my mouth. That set me off. I erupted inside her with a force I rarely experienced as her orgasm began to subside. I felt my sperm splashing against her cervix. I sent millions of sperm on a futile mission to find and fertilize her ova. Pulse after pulse filled her until I had no more to give.

We lay together for several moments. I could feel her body deflate beneath me. She pushed me aside and I fell out of her. I rolled on my back and she rolled on top of me. Her face was inches from mine.

"Thank you," she whispered. "I'd forgotten how good that feels."

"You're welcome," I whispered back.

"Actually," continued Jackie. "I can't remember if it ever felt that good." She leaned in and kissed me.

"Can we kiss?" I asked.

"Of course," smiled Jackie. "We're done. The rules don't apply any more.

"Then kiss me again," I said.

She did and I kissed her back.

"Your orgasm surprised me," I confessed.

"Me too," Jackie agreed. "I didn't think it would happen given the rules but I glad it did."

We hung together for more minutes. Eventually, Jackie grabbed the towel, cleaned my genitals and then hers. "What's next?" she asked.

"I guess we get dressed and wait for Dedra to come home," I suggested.

"I have a better idea," Jackie stated.

"I'm listening," I said.

"We could do it again," she suggested.

"I don't know when Dedra is coming back," I told her.

"No problem there," Jackie responded. "She told me to call her when it was safe to return."

"But, if you don't call in a reasonable length of time won't she become suspicious?" I asked.

"Given the circumstances, we had a slow start and very careful and slow progress," said Jackie with a smile. "She'll actually feel good that it took longer."

"I could be convinced," I conceded.

Jackie reached for my penis. "No rules," she said.

"No rules? Isn't that cheating somehow?" I questioned.

"We've done what we promised to do," said Jackie as she slowly stroked my cock. "This is something else. The rules don't apply anymore."

"It feels illicit to me," I groaned.

"It feels like a future erection to me," Jackie chuckled.

I was losing my train of thought with the attention Jackie was giving my cock. Its future seemed assured. I closed my eyes and gave in to the rising feelings.

Jackie increased the length of her stroking as my erection grew in her hands. She held my erection with one hand around the base. I waited for the next stroke. Instead of her hand sliding up on my erection, her mouth slid down. The heat and moisture startled me for a moment until I opened my eyes and looked down. Jackie was on her knees with my erection almost completely in her mouth. I watched as her cheeks collapsed inward as she sucked on me. The feeling was amazing, increasing the size of my erection and the feeling of impending release.

"Jackie," I stated. "Slow down. I'm not going to last long with that kind of attention."

"Exactly what I want," explained Jackie. "I love oral sex and the feeling of semen shooting into the back of my throat. And the taste makes me giddy."

"I get that," I agreed. "But I'd also like to know what it's like to fuck you without rules."

"I'd like that as well," she said. She climbed up onto the bed and spread her legs. "I'm ready," she said.

I positioned myself between her legs. She held her legs with her hands behind her knees. Her labia pulsated with anticipation. I changed the script and face planted between her lips.

"Oh. What the ...?" she started to object but her moan as I sucked her clitoris between my lips interrupted her. Her moan preceded a minor orgasm if such a thing was possible. I stroked between her labia with my tongue as her spasm subsided. Then I moved up on her body and entered her. The direction of her seizure reversed as I began reciprocating inside her. Her body thrashed around on the bed and I maintained contact inside her by holding her legs up and together as I pushed inside her.

The encounter was too much for me and I dispatched another army of excited swimmers upstream to reinforce those who had gone before.

We lay on the bed alongside each other. "I didn't expect that," commented Jackie.

"Neither did I," I agreed.

"What caused it?" she wanted to know.

"You started it," I told her.

"What? All I did was give you a blow job. I thought you'd appreciate it," Jackie protested.

"I appreciated it too well and I hope to appreciate it again. But this time, I wasn't prepared and it lit a fuse I couldn't extinguish. There is an explosion at the end of a fuse and I exploded inside you."

"You did that," agreed Jackie. "I was expecting something lingering and erotic not an improvised explosive result," she said. "But, in case you're wondering, I loved every second of it. Being taken by a surge of raw emotion was new to me. I gave myself over to it. It rattled my bones unlike any orgasm I've ever experienced and I want to do it again. However, next time can we go slow, like a smoldering campfire instead of a lit fuse?"

"You have a deal," I promised. "What do we do now?"

"We get dressed, I call Dedra and we wait for her," outlined Jackie.

We showered first. Separately in the small shower over tub of the bathroom next to the guest bedroom. We dressed and went down to the kitchen to wait for Dedra.

"Should you be here when Dedra gets home?" I asked.

"Why not?" asked Jackie.

"I don't know," I answered her. "I just think it might be rubbing it in a little if you and I are still together when she gets home."

"It's not like she doesn't know what we've been doing. If my being here when she arrives, confirms that I don't see how it makes any difference."

Jackie and I were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking tea, and munching on Walker's shortbread biscuits when Dedra came through the door.

"You guys look uncomfortable," Dedra commented. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine," said Jackie. "And thank you for your help and understanding."

"Was Trent everything you expected?" Dedra asked.

"That and more," admitted Jackie. You're a lucky woman."

"I've always thought so," agreed Dedra. "It's nice to know that someone agrees with me."

I put up my hand. Dedra looked at me and nodded.

"You both do know that I'm sitting here in the kitchen with you and you're discussing something I might think of as personal as if I'm not in the room," I complained.

"We can take the conversation offline," suggested Dedra.

"Don't misunderstand me," I continued. "I'm flattered that you both feel that way but you risk inflating my ego as well as my cock."

"On that note, I should call it a day," said Jackie. She stood up, hugged and kissed Dedra. "Thank you again for your generosity and understanding." Then she kissed me and headed for the door.

Dedra sat in Jackie's chair as the front door closed. "She looks remarkably good," she said to me.

"She does," I agreed.

"Is it because of what you two were up to this afternoon?" asked Dedra.

"That's a possibility," I agreed. "Jackie seemed satisfied."

"Satisfied?" asked Dedra. "Even with the rules?"

"We followed the rules," I asserted.

"I don't think I would have been 'satisfied' following the rules," challenged Dedra.

"Jackie was in a different psychological mood than you are. She was in a sexual desert and I was an oasis for her. You can hardly say that about yourself. Satisfaction is a relative term."

"I get that," said Dedra. "But you're a man. Jackie's a woman with needs. Put the two of you together naked and I can't believe that you were constrained by the rules."

"You expected us to break the rules?" I asked.

"Not just break the rules," asserted Dedra. "Completely trash and ignore them."

"Then why have rules at all?" I asked.

"I didn't want to give you the impression that I was one hundred percent in favor of Jackie's request," confessed Dedra. "And breaking the rules might give you and Jackie a sense of illicit activity that might actually increase your satisfaction."

"You didn't consider that the guilt that accompanies illicit activity might actually destroy the moment?" I asked.

"Guilt comes later," Dedra stated. "I would be here to temper it."

"I don't feel guilty," I said.

"You broke the rules?" asked Dedra excitedly.

"You want me to admit we trashed the rules, then we trashed the rules," I admitted.

"Tell me," demanded Dedra.

"I'm a gentleman and gentlemen don't kiss and tell," I said.

"You kissed her?" Dedra concluded.

"She kissed me," I corrected her. "If you want the details, you'll have to ask Jackie.

"Come on. Give me something. Just the highlights," pleaded Dedra. I noticed that she was unconsciously touching her lap and palming a breast.

"We followed the rules," I told her. "Except for a quick hello kiss when she got here, we were careful to color within the lines. Even after we were naked."

"Fuck," commented Dedra.

"Until," I continued. "At a critical moment, Jackie kissed me.

"She had an orgasm?" Dedra asked.

"We had orgasms," I admitted.

"Fuck," she repeated. Her hand was under her skirt.

"Then Jackie wanted more," I related.

"You really trashed the rules?" Dedra asked.

"We did. We broke all the rules and a few others you hadn't thought about," I told her.

Dedra eyes were closed. Her breast was deformed with the squeezing and her other hand was vibrating under her skirt.

I put a hand on her thigh. "Let me help," I offered.

She pulled up her skirt and spread her legs. "Please," she whispered.

Her panties were soaked and the gusset pulled aside. One thing led to another and the other led to the bedroom.

We were in bed. Dedra was naked and on her back with her legs spread and held high. I was naked, between her legs and rubbing my erection between her swollen labia. "No rules?" I asked.

"No rules," confirmed Dedra. "Ever. Fuck me like you fucked Jackie."

I did and added some additional effort.

Dedra was still naked, on top with me inside her for the second time when she kissed me. "When are you going to fuck Jackie again?" she asked.

I grabbed her hips and pushed up inside her hard. "We don't have a plan to fuck again," I told her.

"But you want to," Dedra replied and pushed down on me vigorously.

"She's all woman," I admitted as I pushed up again.

"She is," agreed Dedra as she pushed down. "She's irresistible."

"You too?" I asked and pushed up.

"Me too," confirmed Dedra and pushed down.

"We don't have a date," I pushed up.

"I can take care of that." She pushed down.

"You have a plan to go shopping?" Another push up.

"Don't be silly. That would be counterproductive." Push down.

"A threesome?" Push up.

"You can count." Down.

"What about Wilber?" Up.

"That is an interesting question." Push down with a quiver.

"He won't fuck you." Push up and hold.

"Jackie says he has considerable auxiliary skills." Push down, hold, body shaking.

"Oomph." Push up, hold and ejaculation.

"Ooooh." Convulsion and collapse on my chest.

We lay on the bed recovering. Dedra looked at the clock on the dresser. "It's almost dinner time," She informed me. "Are you up for something to eat?"

"Are you offering?" I asked.

"Get your mind off sex for a moment," Dedra laughed. She paused for a moment. "Maybe for dessert," she added.

Dedra called Jackie and suggested we all go out to dinner together. "Pick us up in a half hour," suggested Jackie. "That'll give me time to get Wilber's face out of my pussy, take a shower and get dressed."

"Wilber has good taste," I replied when Dedra conveyed her conversation with Jackie.

"And you would know, how?" asked Dedra.

"I told you we trashed the rules."

"Damn, I have a lot of catching up to do," exclaimed Dedra.

"You're up to it," I encouraged her.

Dinner with Jackie and Wilber was encouraging. We went to Stephanie's, a local Italian Bistro. We sat at a round table in the rear, split three bottles of Chianti and a significant portion of each other's meals. The conversation was open, informative, and promising. Wilber was fully aware of my afternoon with Jackie. It was his idea.

He also was open about his attraction to Dedra.

Wilber discussed his prostate surgery without restraint. Neither he nor Jackie was satisfied with the unexpected consequences. After a few years of erection free sex, they decided on a solution. Wilber had implant surgery. Now he was permanently semi hard. Not soft but not ram rod hard either. He was as hard as possible without interfering with his ability to urinate. Jackie had all the meat and potatoes she could want just without the gravy or cervix collisions. She described Wilber as a "live dildo."

Dessert was tiramisu and limoncello.

I drove after dinner. I didn't bump into any tables or chairs on the way out of the restaurant so I was elected. I tried to drive just over the speed limit since I believed that troopers identified inebriated drivers because they drove too cautiously, not because they were weaving all over the road.

We made it to Jackie and Wilber's place without an incident. Some close calls but nothing as large as an incident. I probably wouldn't have made it without three lookouts. Jackie insisted that we all go inside until the effects of the wine wore off. I thought we could just walk home but Wilber seconded Jackie's offer and Dedra accepted for both of us.

Somehow, Jackie and Dedra managed to get a pot of coffee started and Jackie rummaged around in the refrigerator for something solid to go with the coffee. None of us had the stomach for bacon and eggs so we ended up with bagels, cream cheese and day-old donuts.

While the women were arranging the food, Wilber and I wandered back into the living room. Without a preamble to warn me, Wilber asked, "What do you think about Jackie?"

After that afternoon and the conversations over dinner, I wasn't clear about his meaning. I took a conservative path. "Jackie's an incredible woman. You're lucky to have her."

"You're right," agreed Wilber. "She never fails to satisfy me."

"I can see that," I observed. "Her friendship with Dedra has been good for both of them."

Wilber was pensive for a moment. "Are we having the same conversation?" he asked.

"I thought so," I mused. "Jackie's personality is incredible. She's there for anyone who needs her and everybody likes her."

"I wasn't referring to her personality," corrected Wilber.

Before I could respond, Jackie was calling us back to the kitchen. I left the living room thinking I had dodged a bullet. There were small plates on the kitchen table, napkins, mugs, with a plate of donuts, a large pot of coffee and a quart of two percent milk in the middle. We settled around the table and poured coffee. I held the mug of coffee in both hands, enjoying the warmth before drinking it.

Wilber interrupted my reverie when he spoke to Jackie. "I thought you said that Trent was the perfect solution for your lack of a fulfilling orgasm."

"He was," insisted Jackie. "What makes you think differently?"

"I asked him in the living room and he seemed to have forgotten your visit with him this afternoon."

Jackie looked at me. "Really?" she asked.

"Jackie," I said. "This afternoon with you is etched in my memory permanently. I was happy to give you what you wanted. I just wasn't comfortable talking about it with Wilber."

"Why not? It was his idea," Jackie reminded me.

"He's your husband," I reminded her. "I didn't think discussing your many assets with him was proper. I had no idea how he might react."

"Just to make things clear," instructed Jackie. "My foray with you isn't something secret or illicit. I suggested it to Dedra with Wilber's approval. We, all three of us, were delighted that you accepted my invitation. It is the beginning of a new relationship between us, you and me, me and Wilber, you and Dedra, Dedra and Wilber."

I was immediately sober. "Wait. Wilber and Dedra?"

"It's a natural consequence of you and me," said Jackie.

I stared at Dedra. "Is this what you believe?" I asked.

"I had considered the possibility," Dedra answered honestly.

"Considered the possibility," I repeated. "Before or after you talked me into fucking Jackie?"

"There's no need to get vulgar about it," stated Dedra. "Jackie and I discussed all the possibilities including that one."

I stood up. "If you'll excuse me," I told them "I need to go home."

I started towards the door. Dedra rushed to join me. I left the car in the driveway and walked across the lawn to our house. Dedra walked with me but didn't try to talk to me.

In the house I headed for the bedroom. Dedra followed me. As I undressed to get ready for bed, Dedra said, "What was that all about?"

"I don't know," I admitted.

"Was it something about me having sex with Wilber?" she asked.

"It could be."

"I don't understand," confessed Dedra. "You fucked Jackie. It didn't seem to bother you and it certainly didn't bother me. Why would Wilber fucking me be a problem?"

I paused, half undressed. I needed to think for a second. "Maybe it was the way it came up in the conversation? Actually, I had thought about it as a possibility. It didn't bother me. He couldn't actually fuck you so it wasn't unreasonable." I paused again.

"There's more?" Dedra asked.

"Then, over dinner Wilber explained how he had implant surgery. He could fuck Jackie or you but still without the happy ending. I wondered why Jackie hadn't said anything to us. Then, when it came up in conversation a few minutes ago, when Wilber and you agreed that it was a done deal, something inside me snapped. Something I couldn't reason with or control."

"Jealousy?" asked Dedra.

"That could be it," I confessed. "I've never thought I was the jealous type. Probably because I never thought the possibility would ever happen. It took me by surprise and I acted impulsively. Thinking about it now, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been jealous. My relationship with Jackie has the possibility of being incredible. I have no right to keep you from a similar relationship with Wilber."

"Or each other," commented Dedra.

"Or each other," I repeated.

"Jealousy has the potential to destroy relationships," suggested Dedra.

"It does and, standing here right now, I'm embarrassed that I acted as I did."

"I think everything's going to be all right. Jealousy out in the open is far better than jealousy eating at you from the inside. We can deal with it," assured Dedra.

"How?" I asked. "I screwed up. I owe all of you an apology."

"Let me handle it," Dedra said and left the bedroom.

I sat on the bed and waited. Dedra came back in a few minutes. "You can get ready for bed," she told me. "Jackie is coming over."

"Oh. It's too late for you to go shopping," I pointed out.

"I'm going next door," Dedra said.

"Oh," I repeated.

"How does that make you feel?" Dedra asked.

I thought about it for a moment. "Surprisingly calm," I admitted.

"No Jealousy?" asked Dedra.

"Actually, no," I said. "I'm hoping that Wilber makes you happy. If he doesn't, let me know and I'll handle it."

Dedra laughed. "No, you won't," she said.

"If he hurts you ..." I said.

"If he hurts me you can do whatever you want but I don't think that's a possibility," Dedra said.

The doorbell rang. "That's Jackie," Dedra said. "I'll send her up."

Dedra answered the door and let Jackie in. They hugged each other. Dedra started across the lawn. Jackie closed the door and started up the stairs.