I want her to be your lover

Barbara and I planned a Valentine’s Day outing with Veronica and
Charlie Malloy. We bought a package offered by a major hotel
that included a suite, which had a living room between two
bedrooms, dining and dancing at their roof top club, and flowers,
chocolates and champagne as romantic accouterments.

Barbara and I’d been married for two years. Barbara was dynamic
and smart, eager to make a success of her career, marriage, and
life.

Charlie and Veronica were different. We tolerated Charlie only
because he was Veronica’s husband. Barbara called him “an
insufferable ass, a stereotypical overbearing insensitive male
shit.” That summed him up nicely. We both liked Veronica, who
was a sweet and loving woman. She was the best friend Barbara
ever had.

Charlie, a salesman, was often out at night. Those evenings
Veronica spent with us, joining us for dinner and staying until
bed time. With each evening Veronica spent at our home, the
three of us drew closer.

Sometimes I’d wonder what it’d be like to have them both. Don’t
get me wrong. I loved Barbara and would never leave her, but
having an affair with Veronica, with Barbara’s participation and
approval, was my favorite fantasy.

Despite my fantasy, I wasn’t ready for the bombshell Barbara
dropped on me. We were in bed a week before the big Valentine’s
outing. She straddled me and her eyes were bright and eager.

“I’m going to give you a very special Valentine’s Day present,”
she said, looking down at me.

“What’s that?”

“Veronica. I want you two to become lovers.”

“What?” I gasped.

“You heard me. I want you two to be lovers.”

“What are you saying? It doesn’t make sense.”

“Sure it does.”

“Is something wrong in our marriage, Barbara?”

“No!” she said. She gave me a dirty look as she swatted me on
the chest. “How could you even ask? I love you more than ever.
This is something totally different. I want you to have Veronica
and I want her to have you, but I want you, too. There are
polyrelations, you know, relationships with more than two
people.”

“Let me up,” I said, pushing against her.

“No. We need to talk,” she replied. She tried to force me down,
but I flipped her off me. We sat on the bed facing each other.

“Who is he?”

“Who?”

“The guy you’re fucking.”

“How dare you accuse me of that! I don’t have a lover!”

“Then you’ve found him but haven’t fucked him yet.” She slapped
me. “Slap me again and I’ll redden your ass. I want to know
what the hell’s going on.”

“Try reading my lips, you big dumb square head. I love you. I
don’t have anyone else. I don’t want anyone else.”

“Then it doesn’t make any sense.”

“Why not? I don’t want another man, but Veronica does. She
wants you.”

“I’m your husband.”

“You’ll still be my husband.” She crawled in my lap, her legs
around my waist, arms around my neck. There was a sexy twinkle
in her eye. “Come on. Be honest with me. If you knew without a
doubt I didn’t want someone else – which I don’t – and if you
knew I was being sincere when I said I wanted Veronica to be your
lover – which I am . . . ”

“I’d have my head examined because I’d be nuts,” I said.

“I’ll admit it isn’t a scene out of a ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’,
but it might be a scene out of a wonderful life for the three of
us.”

“Have you thought about it? Have you pictured me coming home for
dinner and kissing you both like I kiss you? Have you visualized
lying on the bed watching me fuck her? Or waking up on one side
of me with her on the other?” I said.

“Yes and it’s what I want. She won’t be here all the time, but
she’ll spend a lot of time with us, maybe more than she does
now.”

“She’s married to Charlie. What about that?”

“They’re both old fashioned Catholics. He’d never ask for a
divorce. She’d never agree to it if he did. She’s stuck in that
loveless marriage. She deserves love, Karl.”

“But with us? In our bed? Look, Barbara, let me be completely
honest. I’ve fantasized the scenario you’ve drawn, the three of
us in bed together, but it’s a fantasy. In reality, I’m afraid
of what it’ll do to our marriage.”

“It’ll make it stronger. Why don’t you think about it and we can
talk more tomorrow.” She kissed me, then said petulantly, “Are
you too upset to make love?”

Her hips started slowly moving, stroking my cock with her pubis.
She drew her knees up beside her breasts. I lifted her to slip
my cock in her pussy. We sat that way, trying not to move,
kissing and stroking each other, until I couldn’t stand any more
and laid her back. With only a few strokes, she orgasmed, her
sweat, slick and sweet, oozing out and heat radiating from her.

“My man, my husband, fucking me, making me cum so good,” she
murmured in my ear. She orgasmed again when I did.

It was magnificent as it always is with Barbara, but that night I
dreamed of a threesome.

In the morning, she said, “Veronica’s coming over for dinner
tonight. I don’t want to discuss her being with you.”

“Have you two talked about it?” I asked.

“Of course. We’ve been talking about it for months. Since
Veronica finally admitted she wants an affair with you, she can’t
talk about anything else.”

“Then why can’t we all talk about it?”

“I think it’s best if the tension builds until Valentine’s Day.”

My tension was high enough, but I agreed to wait to discuss it.
When I got home that night, Barbara and Veronica were in the
kitchen talking and cooking.

“Hi, honey,” Barbara said in sweet and loving tones.

“Hi, honey,” Veronica said, mimicking Barbara, but her tone was
sincere, too.

I kissed Barbara hard, a demanding kiss, bending her backward
with one hand playing with her ass. From the corner of my eye, I
saw Veronica watching with desire written all over her. When I
stopped, Veronica took a step toward us.

I kissed her as I had Barbara. Like Barbara, I felt her respond
then go limp in my arms. I wanted to see Barbara’s reaction as
much as I wanted to kiss Veronica. If Barbara objected, it
didn’t show. She had an erotic, happy smile. At dinner, they
both acted like they’d enjoy a wild fucking on the table. I knew
I would.

We jumped into bed after Veronica left, but when I reached for
Barbara, she stopped me.

“Let’s talk first. You kissed her tonight like you kiss me.
Why?”

“To see your reaction.”

“And that’s all?” she teased.

“Yes. I still don’t believe you want to bring Veronica into our
marriage.”

“Believe it. I’m not playing games with you. I liked seeing you
kiss Veronica and you did kiss her, lover boy. I’ll bet she was
wet.”

She rubbed her pussy against my leg as her nails teased down my
chest.

“How did you feel about it?”

I didn’t answer.

“No games. No tricks. No other man waiting in the wings. I
want her to be your lover. You want it, too. Don’t be afraid to
admit it.”

My cock hardened at the prospects a fantasy would become a
reality. Barbara felt my reaction. Grinning like a she-devil,
she slipped my cock up to ride against her pubic bone.

“You do like the idea, don’t you?” she said, her tone sultry.
“Sweet Veronica squirming for you. Her hot, soft body under you.”
Barbara rubbed her breasts back and forth on my chest. “I know
you love my breasts, but think about hers. They’re so different,
so full, like soft melons. Think of those big breasts against
your chest. They’re so big you can titty fuck her. Wouldn’t you
love to feel them around your cock?”

“Please, Barbara.”

“Let go, Karl. Let your inhibitions go. Say it,” she whispered.

“Stop. You’re driving me insane!”

“She told me she wants your cock in her mouth. She wants to
swallow your cum. She’ll do anything for you. All she wants is
for you to love her. You want that, too. Say it, Karl. Say
it.”

“Please,” I moaned.

Barbara slipped down my body. Her tiny hands curled around my
wrists, holding my arms by my side as she engulfed my cock. I
whimpered and my cock throbbed.

“I want you to have her. She wants you. Do you want her? Do
you? Say it!”

“I want her!”

“Say you want to fuck her. Say it!”

‘I want to fuck Veronica.”

“Yes, Karl. You want to fuck her until she can’t walk.”

“Yes.”

“Until she can’t do anything but follow you around begging to be
fucked again.”

“Yes.”

“Pretend I’m Veronica. Roll me over and fuck me while you
pretend I’m her.” Barbara did a perfect imitation of Veronica
when she said, “Please, Karl do me with that big cock of yours.”

Like a madman, I lifted Barbara in the air and slammed her on her
back. Greedily, she held my cock at her opening and lifted her
hips burying me in her. She jammed her feet on the mattress and
dug her nails into my ass. She tightened her pussy.

“Let it go,” she whispered.

I exploded and my own scream echoed in my ears. Barbara cooed to
me and stroked my sweating back. When we lay together cooled
from the passion, she kissed me tenderly.

“That wasn’t so difficult, was it? You admitted you wanted to
fuck her.”

“Yes. Yes, I do want to fuck her, but I don’t love her.”

“You might. I think you care for her much more than you realize.
If it’s not love now, it’ll grow into it.”

“And that’s all right?” I asked.

“Yes. I know you love me more.”

“I want to ask this question again because I don’t think I heard
the answer. Is it all right for me to love and have sex with
Veronica?”

“Yes,” Barbara said.

“Do you love her?”

“I love her like a sister.”

“Is that all? Or do you want her?”

“I don’t have a sexual interest in her,” Barbara replied.
“Veronica’s really straight. If you bring it up, she’ll freak
out.”

“We’ll see because I’ll bring it up.”

She got that crooked little grin of hers. “I’ve never told you,
but I had sex with another woman. It wasn’t bad.” She laughed.
“Tell you what I’ll do. If Veronica agrees to it, so will I.”

She waited as I thought it all over. “Any other questions?” she
asked.

“I don’t know. This is mind blowing.”

“Oh, come on, Karl. Be honest. You’ve fantasized about this.”

“I’ve fantasized about the three of us, but that’s not reality.
It’s strange thinking of it that way. I know I like the idea of
fucking Veronica.” I laughed. “And I like the idea of making a
cuckold out of Charlie.”

“You haven’t heard the best part yet. Did you know they’re
trying to have children?” I shook my head. “That asshole
Charlie knew it couldn’t be him. He made Veronica take the
fertility tests.”

“Holy shit! Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Yes, I am, baby. She told Charlie she was the problem and that
the treatments cured her. She plans to fuck you without
protection and get pregnant. Charlie will think they’re his; his
ego won’t let him believe anything else, but they won’t be his.
Veronica’s children will be yours.”

“Unbelievable. This really is becoming a man’s fantasy. Say,
what if I want both of you pregnant at the same time?”

She laughed and tweaked my nipple. “I knew you’d like this. All
right. We’ll let you get us both pregnant at the same time. If
you’re really nice to us, we’ll let you do it on the same night,
but I want to wait until her second pregnancy. I’m not ready
right now. Oh, Karl, your cock’s bursting. Want to see two
women waddling around with your child in their bellies, stud?”

“Damn right, I do.” I’d rolled her over. She’d locked her legs

around me, her heels on my ass.

“Think, Karl, you’ll be between Veronica’s legs ready to plow
your cock into her. Feeling it slip in her wetness . . . like
this.”

I slammed into her. She wrapped her arms tightly around me.
“That’s it, lover. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast as you think
about your fantasy becoming real. You can fuck me anytime you
want . . . and you can fuck Veronica, too.”

Veronica was at our house every day that week. I didn’t touch
her again and I didn’t touch Barbara in her presence. The sexual
tension was thick as molasses and Barbara kept it that way.

When we’d slip into bed at night, she tease me. “Thinking about
me or Veronica?” “Want me to dye my hair? That way you could
have two blondes.” “I wonder if she’s a moaner or a squealer?”
Barbara would laugh when I went wild.

By Valentine’s Day evening when we arrived at the hotel, the
three of us were remarkably calm, although maybe we were numb.
Charlie started drinking highballs as soon as we got there. He
ignored Veronica and started flirting with Barbara, who seethed,
but encouraged him to drink the place dry. I asked Barbara to
dance after dinner was over.

“Why don’t you dance with Veronica?” she said. “I’m going to sit
here and drink with Charlie.” There was a twinkle in her eye.

I led Veronica to the dance floor as the band played a slow
number. She came easily into my arms.

Barbara was five nine and model slim, her figure molded by diet
and exercise to produce a lean hard body. Veronica was about
five four. She was soft, plush, not fat, but significantly
different, with an hourglass figure, round above and below.

“You smell nice,” I said.

“I was just thinking the same thing about you. You don’t use
cologne, do you?”

“No. It’s all me.”

“Charlie bathes in cologne. I’ve told him I like a natural
scent.”

Barbara’s an excellent dancer, but prefers the fast, hard numbers
where she can shake and shimmy. Veronica melded to me. When she
felt my cock growing against her belly, she rubbed against it and
smiled in a most sensual and delightful way. We were dancing
when Barbara waved at me and pointed to Charlie. He was three
sheets to the wind.

We returned to our suite. Charlie staggered into the living room
and said, “I want a drink.” Veronica poured eight ounces of
bourbon in a glass, then helped Charlie guzzle it down. We got
him onto his bed where he passed out for the night.

Their bedroom was deathly silent as the three of us realized the
time was here. Veronica looked unsure. Barbara hugged her and
said, “Change and come over to our bedroom. Don’t make him wait.
He wants you as much as you want him.”

In our bedroom, Barbara was frantic, quickly cleaning and
arranging, setting the scene for a seduction. She lit the
candles, folded the bed back just so, and turned on the radio to
a soft station. I watched her as I undressed.

“Wear your boxers and nothing else,” she said sharply. “I want
her to see that great body of yours as soon as she walks into the
room.”

“Barbara, relax. Everything will be okay.”

“She’s an old-fashioned woman in many ways, Karl, and she’s a
one-man woman. After you fuck her, you’ll be her man.”

“Why is this so important to you?”

“It’s best for all of us,” she said.

“Are you absolutely sure you want me to do this?” I asked.

She took my hands in hers and looked up at me. Fire and steel
were in her eyes.

“Yes. Very sure. I want you and Veronica to be lovers, not just
for tonight, but for a very long time. I want you to make her
pregnant, not once, but as many times as she’ll allow.”

“You’ve thought about all the consequences?”

“Yes, I have,” she said firmly.

“This can’t be undone. There’ll be no going back. If, as you
said, I’ll be her man, then she’ll be my woman, just like you’re
my woman. I’ll treat her like I treat you. No favorites.”

“I know that. That’s the kind of man you are. Don’t worry,
Karl. I understand and it’s what I want.”

“Then relax and let me do it. I’m fairly good, you know. After
all, I corralled you.”

She burst into laughter. “No, lover, I corralled you and I’m so
glad I did. You’re perfect for me and I love you deeply.” She
kissed me like a woman kisses a lover going off to battle, as if
her passion is limitless and her fear great.

Barbara answered Veronica’s knock. Veronica was wearing a long
red nightgown, which was both demure and sensual. She looked
radiant and ready without a hint of hesitation.

Barbara hugged her. “Go make love to a man who loves you,” she
said as she gently pushed Veronica toward me. Barbara slipped
out the door and closed it behind her.

Veronica’s face was serene with a glowing warmth. She took two
quick, small steps, stopping a foot away. She looked up into my
face.

“I’m married to Charlie and we’ll never divorce. That’s the way
I was raised to believe,” she said. “But I’ll never love him and
he can’t give me children. I want love and children.”

“I’ll give them to you,” I replied.

“I knew you would.”

Her arms crossed across her breasts, each hand slipping a
spaghetti strap off her shoulders. Her arms opened, hands
falling beside her with her palms toward me. The gown caught on
her breasts, her erect nipples stopping its descent. I covered
her breasts with my hands and her eyes widened as she pushed
against my palms. The gown slipped away.

As we kissed, she whispered, “Please, Karl, don’t make me wait
any longer.”

Quickly we were on the bed. She opened her legs, pulled me
between them and guided me into her. She was neither a moaner
nor a squealer. She was a whisperer, gently nudging little sound
bites of love in my ear.

“So good . . . Harder . . . Oh, I love it . . . Yes, baby,
yes.” Mutterings of enjoyment. “That’s it . . . Do me so good,
oh, so good . . . I’m going to cum . . . Oh, oh, oh!” Her pussy
spasming on my cock hurried me toward my own reward.

Hands behind her knees, I spread her widely and pounded hard.
Her face was ecstasy. “Give me your seed,” she whispered. I
drove my cock deep and stopped as my pump began, emptying me to
fill her so her belly would grow.

Barbara peeked in and I read her expression. When I motioned to
her, Barbara shook her head, but after one glare from me, she
slipped in and sat on the bed by us.

I lay back, propped myself up on the stacked pillows and drew
Veronica next to me. Her head was on my arm, hand on my chest,
and one leg over mine. Barbara looked at me questioningly. “Get
undressed, Barbara, and join us,” I said nonchalantly.

Barbara looked confused and a little embarrassed as she hurriedly
undressed. She tried to cover herself as she shyly slipped into
bed. She lay against me, mirroring Veronica on the other side.
Veronica took Barbara’s hand, entwining their fingers.

“You’re right. He’s so good,” Veronica said. “Thank you for
letting me love him, too.”

“You’re welcome,” Barbara replied, but her voice was tight.

As I looked down at these women with me, I wondered why Barbara
created this threesome, for I saw in Barbara’s face her own
doubts and fears oozing to the surface of her emotions. I
doubted she realized the full consequences of the actions she set
in motion. I wondered if she’d be with me in a year when the
fruit of my coupling with Veronica cried lustily in its crib.

I decided to push the issue. If this newly made group were to
fall apart, I wanted it to be now, not later. I wrapped my hand
in Barbara’s long black hair, raising her face to look at me.

“I want to fuck Veronica again. Suck my cock to get it ready.”

Silent resistance gave way to acceptance. She wrapped her
fingers around my soft cock and sucked the head into her mouth,
tasting her friend and me on it. They watched each other as my
cock, so recently emptied, surged to readiness from Barbara’s
oral caresses.

“Roll over, Barbara,” I said, patting the bed.

Barbara, who’d been so sure of her plan, hesitated and trembled.
Her eyes were wide. I positioned Veronica over her with Veronica
facing Barbara’s feet.

“Barbara, hold her lips open and guide me between them. And,
Barbara, when I’m ready to cum, take me in your mouth.”

I saw her apprehension as one hand daintily found Veronica’s
pussy and her other hand touched my cock. I so wished I could
have seen Barbara’s face, but it disappeared beneath me as she
put my cock head against Veronica’s pussy.

I did feel Barbara’s presence. Her nails dug viciously into the
tender inside of my thigh and I sharply called her name. I heard
her sob when Veronica moaned from my initial penetration. Later,
I felt Barbara’s touches on my legs, her stroking of my perineum,
scraping my ass with her fingernails.

When I was ready, I pulled out of Veronica. Barbara pulled me
between her lips. I couldn’t see her face, only the white length
of her arched throat, her breasts, her body under Veronica.
Veronica had collapsed on her when I pulled out. Her pussy
rested against Barbara’s breasts and her honey dew glistened
there. Veronica was slowly stroking Barbara’s leg.

Veronica groaned as she pushed up on all fours, and sat back on
her heels. She was looking down into Barbara’s face.

“Kiss her,” I said softly to Veronica. Slowly, she leaned over
until their lips met. Veronica’s hand fell to Barbara’s stomach,
then slowly slid to her breast to cup and squeeze before Veronica
broke the kiss.

I helped Veronica slip into her gown and kissed her before
sending her to sleep next to her husband.

Barbara sat cross legged on the bed, watching champagne swirl in
the glass in her hand. I poured myself a glass and sat by her.
I touched my glass to hers.

“To us,” I said lifting my glass.

She gave me a wry grin. “Who’s us?”

“You and I, of course.”

“No. There’s three of us now. I’ll drink to we three.”

We drank the toast to the three of us. She emptied her glass and
held it out for me to pour another.

“Was it what you expected?” I asked.

She sighed. “No. You’re always strong and demanding in bed,
although your demands surprised me. I expected her to be sweet
and loving. She’s like that.” Barbara gave a short laugh. “I
certainly didn’t expect her to be so loving to me. You’ll get to
see us make love after all, Karl.” She took a sip of champagne,
staring at me over the glass.

“And?” I said.

“I was surprised by me. I felt so possessive of you. I didn’t
know I’d feel that deeply. Seeing you with her hurt. It hurt a
lot.”

I kissed her. Her mouth was cool from the champagne.

“I’m glad to hear it. Sharing me with Veronica made me wonder if
you loved me at all. I hope it hurt like hell.”

“It did. It still hurts, but it’ll go away in a few days.” A
solitary tear slipped down her cheek. “I love you more than I
realized, more than I can say.”

She grabbed my hand and her nails dug into my palm with a fierce
urgency. “We made a deal before we married. We agreed that
either of us could have an affair if the other one knew in
advance and we talked about it.”

“I remember.”

“I don’t want that. I’ve been faithful and I always will be.
I’ll never have an affair.”

“That agreement was your idea. I’ve never had an affair until
Veronica.”

“Veronica doesn’t count. I suggested it.” I didn’t reply.
“Karl, please,” she begged. I pulled her into my arms. “Don’t
make me say it.”

“I thought you prided yourself on not being jealous.”

“Oh, God, I was so jealous of Veronica . . . and so angry.”

“At me?”

“No. At myself. I’m the one who set this up.” She shook her
head as if trying to clear her mind. Her fist clenched. She
said emphatically, “I can handle you with Veronica. I know I
can.” She looked at me with a pleading expression. “Someone
else, I don’t think . . . ”

I kissed her again. “I’ll never have an affair.”

“Thanks,” she whispered. We held each other, her head against my
chest.

“What else is bugging you?” I asked.

“I was surprised how intensely submissive I felt. I guess it was
being one of two women in your bed, of watching you fuck her, of
swallowing your cum with her taste on my lips.” She grinned
wryly and wrinkled her nose. “Of course, you made sure the
pattern was set. Both of you over me with that close up of your
cock going in and out of her pussy left little doubt. And having
her kiss me was icing on the cake.”

She shivered and sighed. “I was so proud of being equals in our
relationship, so proud of never being jealous.” I saw fear in
her eyes. “Does pride goeth before a fall, Karl?”

“You haven’t fallen.”

“Oh, I hope not.” She looked frightened again. “Is that the
way you want me, Karl? Submissive to you?”

“When there’s three of us, it has to be that way. I won’t be
dominated. You knew that when we married.”

“When it was just the two of us, it was fifty-fifty.”

“It still is when it’s the two of us, but when Veronica’s
involved, she gets half of your half.” She nodded. “Do you want
to go back to only us two?”

“No. Not really. Anyway, you were right. We can’t go back.”

“Why did you do it?”

Her eyes were hot coals. She looked away and downed her
champagne. I poured her another glass.

“I told you,” she said. “It’s best for the three of us.”

“And when you said it, you lied to me.”

“What does that mean?”

“I know when you’re lying.”

“Why would I lie?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out. What drove you to set
up this threesome?”

Her expression revealed, only for an instant, anger like I’d
never seen from her.

“Barbara, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Damn it. You’re hiding something. We agreed: no secrets.”

Her knuckles were white, her teeth clenched. She willed herself
to be calm. She downed her champagne, set the glass on the side
table and took my hands in hers. Her face showed the self-
satisfaction of a hard-fought victory.

“All right. There is something. I’ll tell you, but Veronica
must never know. I don’t want to hurt her. ” I nodded. “This
day I claimed my victory over Charlie Malloy.”

She released my hands and looked away, seeing a picture in her
mind.

“You know I played around a lot before we married. You’ve never
asked the details and I’ve never asked about yours. Let me tell
you about one particular night. I was in one of the pick up
joints when a good-looking guy came onto me. I left with him.
No big deal. He wanted to fuck and so did I. That’s why I was
there.”

She turned to look at me. Her expression made cold chills go
down my spine.

“You know I like it rough sometimes, but this was violence, not
sex. After we fucked, he beat the hell out of me. Beat me up
for no reason! Then he held me down and fucked me again. He
raped me, Karl.”

Her voice was like a demon from hell. She looked away again and
struggled to regain her composure.

“I ended up in the hospital. I didn’t know who he was until
Veronica introduced me to her ‘wonderful’ husband. Then I knew.
I knew the man who raped me was Charlie Malloy.”

“Didn’t he recognize you?”

“That night my hair was the color of Lucille Ball’s. My nose was
different, too. The sorry bastard broke my nose, Karl. I told
you I had a nose job, but what really happened was they
reconstructed it to look like I wanted. So I looked different
and he’d been drinking. He’s never shown any signs he knows who
I am.”

“Why didn’t you go to the police?”

“I was too embarrassed when it happened, so I didn’t go to the
police. When I found out who he was, it was too late. There was
no evidence.”

“Let me beat the shit of him! I’d love to break every bone in
his body.”

“I thought about that. Since I can’t prove he raped me, you’d
end up in jail. I don’t want that. You’re the best thing in my
life. No. This is a better way.”

Barbara laughed and lay back on the pillows. She folded her arms
under her head.

“Every time I’ll see him I’ll know his wife loves my husband, his
children were fathered by my husband. The three of us are closer
then he’ll ever be to anyone. That’s my revenge, Karl, seeing
him and knowing he’s a sad, sorry, cuckolded asshole in a
loveless and childless marriage.”

She grinned and lay back on the bed. “Isn’t it a perfect plan?
We all get what we want. You get your fantasy, two women loving
you and having your children. Veronica gets love, children, and
great sex to boot. I get my revenge on Charlie.”

“Charlie doesn’t get what he wants.”

She sat up, shaking with emotion as her eyes burned me.

“Yes, he does. He gets exactly what he wanted the night he raped
me. He gets the fucking of his life.”

As I watched her, her certainty wavered. A tiny line appeared
against the corner of one eye. A cloud slipped across her face.

“Let me tell you what I want, Barbara. I want you happy and
eager, you positive and warm. You totally in love with me. You
ecstatic in our relationship. I want that more than I want
Veronica and you in my bed.”

“That’s not changed. Oh, God, Karl, I love you more than I ever
thought imaginable. This night’s been such a shock to me, but
I’ll be your positive and happy wife again and I’ll be one of
your two women. I won’t let jealousy mar our good times.”

“Did you get everything you wanted, Barbara?”

“Do you still love me, love me like I love you, like you used to
love me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me what Charlie did to you? Couldn’t you
trust me?”

Her face crumbled. Collapsing against me, she cried, holding on
for dear life. For long minutes, her tears bathed my chest and
she heaved in her sorrow.

I said, “Everything changed tonight. Veronica’s in our
relationship now. You schemed hard to bring her in. It was so
important you deceived us both.”

She shook her head.

“Barbara, we’re three now.”

“But you love me! I’m still your wife!”

“Let’s go to bed, Barbara. I’m very tired.”

“For God’s sake, tell me you love me! Tell me I didn’t do all
this only to lose you!”

“You didn’t lose me. I still love you.”

“Then I’ve got all I want.”