It had come to this.
She always knew it was a very likely outcome, but not in this particular way. She felt guilty as well. Karen knew that most of her friends and relatives would side with her husband, Gary, if the full story ever came out. She highly doubted it would.
She would never tell the truth of it, if pressed for a story, and neither would Gary and Nick. They were bound by their initial agreement, and despite the current state of separation, they would stick to it. She silently thanked the fates that she could have such confidence in these two men who had given her so much joy, passion and pleasure for almost a whole year as part of a love triangle-slash-open marriage.
Her friends and relatives would only know that Gary and Karen Hubble had come to a disagreement in their eight-year-long marriage that could not be reconciled, and so they had settled for a divorce and she had soon after shacked up with Nick Argos, a co-worker of hers who had been supportive during this difficult time of divorce. This story would be accepted and everyone would move on, including herself, Gary and Nick.
The truth wasn’t so different from the story. It just had more details, particularly ones that would raise eyebrows among those in her and Gary’s social circles who still clung to old fashioned ideals regarding marriage.
In December of the previous year, the Hubbles had taken their marriage in a different direction; or as they liked to put it, a whole new level of intensity.
They had enjoyed roleplaying ever since they first became husband and wife. However, that December, one particular scenario really engaged the erotic side of their brains more than all the others, so they played it more and more until it was the only scene they could perform sexually with each other and find satisfaction. That scenario was the one where Karen was a hotwife and Gary was a handsome stranger she would have a brief fling with, sometimes with “Gary” (an imaginary person) watching from the corner of the room, or in secret, without “Gary”.
The first five times they played were the hottest they could remember in quite a while. Then the heat cooled down a bit, although they didn’t want to admit it, but both knew the fire was waning, maybe due to the fact that several of their close friends were actually living the open marriage lifestyle and enjoying all its pleasures. What the Hubbles were doing now seemed tame. They knew it was wrong to compare, but they both desired this lifestyle for real – no more pretending – without openly saying it.
In an attempt to boost their sex life, Karen texted Gary one afternoon as he was heading home back from work.
Karen: *Ready for the next level?*
Gary: *If it’s going to make me feel good, sure!*
Karen: *Oh, I don’t know, honey. I just set myself up with an account on Spires.*
Gary almost had an accident with the car behind him. The text had stopped him cold.
Spires was a new social media site, rapidly rising in popularity, that was similar and yet quite different to older, similar sites such as Facebook and Twitter. Its logo was a black spire in the foreground with two smaller spires in a white background. Its main selling point was the human agents known as inspirers. They did all sorts of things for Spires, from delivering “likes” (show up on your doorstep in spires uniform and Give you a thumbs up) to helping aspirants (site members) cope with loss, even assisting in rebuilding homes destroyed by natural disasters. Needless to say, inspirers added a whole new dimension to those seeking to utilize the site as a medium for real life hook ups.
Gary: *Are you serious?*
Karen: *They’re sending an inspirer to verify me. Should be here in a few minutes.*
Gary: *That’s creepy. I’m still ten minutes to arrival there.*
Karen: *I’ll be okay if you’re okay with it?*
Gary: *With the creepy inspirer showing up? Not really but whatever.*
Karen: *I mean, going to the next level, you dildo!*
Gary: *LOL, no need to be name calling, honey bun.*
Karen: *So what’s your answer?*
Gary wanted to reply with a Yesss!!! but thought that sounded too simplistically dildo-ish. He overthought for two minutes and gripped the steering wheel. Relax, dude, he told himself, so he relaxed and a song by savage garden came to his head, which he thought was perfect because both he and Karen loved listening to it.
Gary: *You’ve flown me to the moon and back many times and I’ve enjoyed every second of our trips together. I think it would be ridiculously hot watching you fly another passenger for a while.*
Karen: *OMG we are so going to the next level!!! Love you so much, honey!*
Gary smiled, but the smile disappeared when he got home and was proverbially bent over and anally examined by a small Asian guy dressed in a black jumpsuit, boots and cap that was the standard inspirer uniform.
“All done,” said the inspirer, putting away his handheld device that he used to take notes and do other things while grilling the Hubbles. He got up and shook their hands firmly, saying, “Mr and Mrs Hubble, you’ve passed verification. Spires is happy to assist you in finding the right person as soon as possible.”
He didn’t lie. The next day Karen received a message displaying the profiles of several aspirants. They all fit the parameters she had given the inspirer. This was far deeper and accurate than an ordinary algorithm-driven search engine. Yes, Spires had a very good one, but Karen saw firsthand what the hubbub was about regarding the human agents; they were brilliant.
Choosing which aspirant to pursue was easy. She chose Nick Argos, who worked at the same company she did. He was good looking and well mannered, but made no secret of his darker side. Karen liked a bit of bad to go with the boy. They hit it off very well.
Nick seemed rather interested to know a lot about Gary, but that wasn’t odd. He would be fucking Karen, after all, so it was par the course to know something about her husband.
On a three-way date where they got to know more about each other, they decided to go someplace decent, not cheap, but not expensive either. Sitting at a table, they discussed sex openly.
Nick was up for everything Karen wanted to do. Gary took a blow to his ego in their talk as Nick assured Karen that he loved the idea of pegging and being dominated by her as much as he loved the thought of dominating her. The BDSM lifestyle was beyond Gary’s sphere of interest, but it was something Karen had always shared with him in fantasy mode.
They would be lying together in bed and she would wax lyrical about chains, whips, leather, pain, release, et al. She would tell him what she would like to do to him, what he would do to her, and they’d, in real life, play with each other’s sex until orgasm.
It was more a turn on for Karen than Gary but her enthusiasm carried him through. Now she had met someone who she could actually do it with. Gary felt the sting of jealousy and surprised Karen and Nick as well as himself when he admitted it.
“Oh, honey…” Karen reached out for his hand, taking it and giving it a squeeze.
“This is important and I’m so glad you’ve come out with it,” said Nick.
Gary added, “Of course, I’m very much turned on by the thought of you and Karen going full metal into the BDSM thing. It’s not for me, but since Karen is into it and you are as well, I think there would be a lot to enjoy from a voyeuristic point of view.”
“Oh there will be, definitely,” said Karen, running her foot up Gary’s leg under the table, giving her husband a hard on.
“We will all be blown away, that’s a promise. Scout’s honor,” said Nick.
He took them to a shop with no sign posted outside after dinner. Inside was a plethora of sex-related items on sale. He and Karen picked out her outfit. It was a red PVC suit for females with zipper patches for the breasts, crotch and ass. They also bought accessories to go with.
The Hubbles took Nick home with them and the domination began. It started with a blindfold on Karen. Gary watched as Nick familiarized himself with his wife’s body. She gasped and moaned at his touches. Nick’s tone of voice changed from friendly to sure and commanding. It was amazing to watch from Gary’s vantage point and exhilarating as he saw how his wife responded to her dom. He could have jacked off and spent himself right then and there just watching Nick explore Karen with searching hands.
Nick’s eyes roved from Karen to Gary. Not so much seeking permission but making sure the other man was watching him take control of his wife. Nick made Karen undress herself as he sat on the couch in the living room. Gary sat in a chair near the front door. The blindfold prevented Karen from making any sexy motions in undressing, but it was still sexy as hell, watching her obey the commands of another man while being blindfolded.
When she was naked, Nick ordered her to kneel. She did and he tied her wrists together in front with a rope they had bought from the shop. He then unzipped his fly and made Gary watch his wife suck him off. His cock was bigger than Gary’s. It filled Karen’s mouth. Despite the blindfold, she did a great job of sucking off Nick’s big cock. He pushed his balls at her mouth afterwards and she proceeded to suck them.
He got Karen to lean against the wall. Unbuckling his belt, he whipped her, ten lashes, raising reddish welts on her pretty rump. She winced and flinched with each stroke, still blindfolded. Gary was already pumping his cock by now. The scene was so hot. Then he watched Nick slide his cock inside his wife from behind and fuck her against the wall. The sound of their flesh smacking against each other and the sight of Nick thrusting into her with her back to him got seared into Gary’s brain. He would never forget that.
Nick grabbed Karen’s hair and walked her to Gary. They stood there for a few seconds in front of Gary. Then Nick walked her into the kitchen where he commanded her to pour him a glass of milk. He carefully guided her in this task due to her blindfold but was pleased with how well she handled herself. Finally she offered him the glass of milk and he drank while she carried out his next instruction of sucking him off until he had finished drinking. Gary had adjusted himself to see what was happening in the kitchen.
Nick placed the glass in the sink. Hearing the sound, Karen ceased sucking his cock. She stood on command and felt his hand grip her hair once more. She felt herself being led back into the living room. She knew they were now standing before Gary once again. Nick commanded her to kneel. She did. Then he told her to suck him off. She felt his cock press against her lips. She took him into her mouth and sucked his full length, focusing all her oral skills on the huge cock in her mouth, knowing her husband was watching.
She felt his cock swell inside her and the primal release of cum spurting and splashing against the walls of her mouth and throat. Hungrily, Karen swallowed all of Nick’s cum and continued sucking his cock for another five minutes.
More nights similar to that followed. Karen became Nick’s submissive and flourished under his dominant control. Gary got to watch as their lust and passion grew from one level to the next. They talked more about this triangle they had formed, laid down rules that all were happy to abide by. Most importantly was their trust in each other, their mental and physical well-being, and their agreement to keep everything between just the three of them.
Then came that fateful trip to Wellington, New Zealand. Karen and Nick were partnered on a business trip by their company. They told Gary that while on a business trip, they would further explore their sexuality together and send him many updates including text, photos and videos.
All went well until things got a little bit out of hand and Karen ended up with a black eye courtesy of Nick. A friend of the Hubbles who lived in Wellington spotted her shopping. He went over to say hi and was shocked when he saw the black eye. Karen told him it was all resolved between her and Gary, lying that he was there and that he had hit her.
Gary got a message from this friend telling him how disappointed he was that his good pal Gary was a wife beater. Gary went livid. Without letting Karen and Nick know he was coming, he got on a plane to New Zealand and got to the hotel they were staying in. Karen was in the shower when Nick answered the door and got punched in the face by Gary.
When she got out of the shower, several more punches had connected and the two men were rolling around on the floor trying to get more hits into each other. Karen went looking for her bag, found it, brought up a black object and issued a warning. The two men continued fighting and so she tased them both. Fight over.
“He’s not allowed to hit you, Karen. That is so not in our agreement,” said Gary an hour later when Nick left to get some medical attention for his face. All Gary got for his troubles was a swollen jaw. It hurt but he could still speak his mind.
“It got crazy, okay? We tried to go a bit over the top hardcore. We didn’t plan the session right and one thing led to another. He apologized right away after he hit me. He was sincerely sorry. I was pissed too but I went out for some air and came back and it was all good. We made up so sweetly. Everything was back on track and you had to come here and throw it all off the rails again!”
“Well, I’m sorry for being concerned about your personal safety!”
“And you’re not the only one who is concerned about my safety. Nick is too.”
“I doubt it.”
“Well, don’t. Trust me. He is there for me just as much as you are. He has proven it over and over again.”
“He’s not your husband.”
“Right. You’re the only one with the right to give me a black eye.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Gary, please leave. I’m here with Nick. This is our time. He has respected our space and you should respect the space he and I have here.”
“What? You’re kidding me.”
“No, I’m not. We have an agreement, the three of us. Remember? We even discussed what to do in case something like this happened. Nick hasn’t breached the agreement. But you are in danger of doing so. I’m asking you, Gary, once again, please leave. I’ll see you when I return from the trip and we can talk about this further, but for now the discussion is closed.”
“Fuck the agreement. We’re leaving now.” He reached for her arm, gripped it, pulled –
Slap!
Gary’s face stung from the open-handed strike. The look on Karen’s was cold fury.
He flew out of New Zealand two hours later. When Karen returned home from the trip, their first discussion ended in a verbal fight. The second one was more peaceful, but it ended with Karen telling him that she wanted a divorce.
They got divorced a month later after completing all the necessary legal stuff. Karen moved all her things over to Nick’s place. The first night at Nick’s was melancholic, despite his best attempts at lightening her mood. She promised Nick she would get around this funk and she was true to her word.
Four nights later, she undressed before Nick after the game show he was watching ended. He got hard as he watched her get naked. He stripped off his clothes as well. She alighted on his cock, sliding down his length, moaning at the sensation of him filling her so completely. She pressed her supple breasts against his face. Felt his lips close on her nipple and suck on it. He did the same to the other nipple. His strong arms wrapped around her and hugged her to him as she rode up and down his thick hard shaft. She whispered into his ear how much she loved being filled by him and that he was all the man in the world she needed.
Their lovemaking got faster and harder until the sounds of moaning and flesh against flesh drowned out the audio from the television. They didn’t notice as the late night show came on and a panel of guest speakers gave their opinions and argued over the president’s impeachment, stepping down, and the new president. One of those guest speakers was Prof. Gary Hubble.
Karen and Nick made love in the shower. He picked her up and fucked her under a stream of hot water. They kissed and held each other tightly, bodies shuddering with orgasms.
In bed, satisfied but not yet ready to sleep, Karen consulted her phone as Nick fell asleep beside her. Her newsfeed showed a video of the late night show. A name jumped out at her. It was Gary. She tapped play and watched the clip of the live broadcast that happened over an hour ago.
“All of this aside,” said one of the guests. “good riddance!”
An applause rose from the live audience and didn’t end until twenty seconds had passed.
“Good riddance. He’s gone and now we have a new president. Someone who actually gets us and who is truly one of us.”
“Couldn’t agree with you more,” said the host. He looked at Gary. “You were about to say something and got cut off there. What was it?”
Gary said, “The people of this country have spoken and have elected someone they believe can lead them forward to a better tomorrow. I’m not going to criticize that. What I do wonder now is what our value system is going forward. This country used to be about responsibility and making opportunities available for all of its citizens. Say what you want about the now former president, but he did bring down the unemployment levels in all categories drastically. He served his constituency as he said he would. The president before him was cool, and while we all adored him for being cool, he really hurt us economically and made us weak, failing to fix the problems he said he would fix. Our new president is being praised for being an avid gamer. That was her first action in office – posting her profile status on Swords of Honor for the world to see. And we love her for it. I’m afraid we’ve headed in a direction where leaders who make us feel good are preferable to those who actually fix real problems. Our value system as a nation has now changed to style over substance and that really concerns me.”
Gary was immediately criticized by the other guests and the host. He took it all well and didn’t make any snide responses despite his fellow speakers giving him many opportunities to. He seemed older, wiser, and quite sober, in stark contrast to the others who looked like they had just arrived from a frat party, giddy beyond belief that someone they liked was now the commander in chief. Karen also liked the new president. She and Gary had always been on different sides of the political spectrum, but agreed on many other things such as food and leisure.
Karen texted him.
Karen: *Saw a clip of you on the late show. Didn’t watch it live because I was busy.*
She smiled when he responded a minute later.
Gary: *Did I look good?*
Karen: *No, you looked like Gary.*
Gary: *Then I’m glad you still recognize me.*
Karen: *You could consider this my final words of support when I say, you should have fought back when they came after you on the panel.*
Gary: *Final support? Oh right. You’re not Mrs Hubble anymore. Well, thanks for the advice, but someone taught me a while ago that fighting isn’t always the right response.*
Karen: *Sometimes it’s okay to fight.*
Gary: *Someday when I grow up, I’ll know when to fight and when not to.*
Karen wanted to respond to that, but decided not to. She placed her phone on top of the drawer nearby and curled up beside Nick.
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