Taken by a New Lover

by Thomas Henry

  “Sounds like she was a virgin, too,” Marilyn said.

  My stomach knotted. I always wanted to think so, but Rachel was dating another guy at the same time, so I often wondered if she was doing the same or more with him. They say you shouldn’t ask a question if you don’t want to hear the answer, so I never asked her. I always had been afraid of what the truth might be.

  “I suppose she was,” I said. “Okay, Bill, truth or dare?”

  “Truth, I guess.”

  “Okay…How do you think Karen trims her bush? Natural, strip, or bare?”

  “Oh, I’d say it’s more than a strip, but neatly trimmed.”

  My heart skipped a beat. I was momentarily stunned that he got it right. But then it dawned on me. Of course he knew. How could he not, considering what they had been doing in the back seat of my car the night we went to dinner. “Well, Karen,” I said, “Did he get it right?”

  Karen gazed into my eyes. “Lucky guess.”

  Lucky guess, my ass.

  I cleared my throat. “Okay, Marilyn?”

  “Truth.”

  “Do you ever masturbate?”

  “No, never.”

  “Oh, that’s not what you told me,” Karen said.

  “Okay…maybe once. Or twice.”

  Karen rolled her eyes and groaned.

  “Okay,” I said. “Karen?”

  “Truth.”

  “Have you ever dated an older man? If so, how was he in bed?”

  Karen gazed into my eyes again. “Yes, I have.” I assumed that she was referring to me. But then I realized she could be referring to Bill as well.

  “So? How was he in bed?”

  “Who says I went to bed with him?”

  So that’s how she was going to play it. She was going to leave me dangling.

  “My turn,” I said. “Truth.”

  I touched the screen. “Have you ever been a wing man and hooked up with someone beastly just so your buddy could get some? Tell us about it.”

  “Hell, yes,” I said. “I’m doing it right now.”

  “Hey!” Marilyn said. She slapped my arm. “I am not beastly! And besides, we haven’t hooked up yet.”

  “Yet? So there is hope?”

  “Hope is a city in Arkansas.”

  “Okay, okay. Bill?”

  “Dare.”

  I touched the screen and then paused as I considered what it said. “French kiss Karen for at least ten seconds.”

  “You know, I’m beginning to like this game,” Bill said. He grabbed Karen and planted one on her. I sensed no hesitancy on her part. She was totally into it.

  Marilyn and I sat there and watched as Bill and Karen made love with their tongues for far more than ten seconds. After at least a minute, Marilyn piped up, “Okay, you two! Time’s up!” They continued for a few seconds more, and then finally broke it off. My balls were starting to ache.

  “Okay, Marilyn?”

  “Truth.”

  I tapped the screen and chuckled to myself. “Is playing this game making you a little wet?” I held out the phone so she could read the screen. Marilyn glanced at it and rolled her eyes.

  “No, it’s not making me a little wet.” She seemed to squirm. “It’s making me very wet.”

  “Oh, I don’t believe her,” Bill said. “Make her show us.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “Show us.”

  “In your dreams, Buster. Let’s move on.”

  “Oh, okay… Karen?”

  “Truth.”

  I tapped the screen. “How many dates does it take to get you into bed?”

  Karen glanced at Bill and then looked at me. “You know, I’ve been asking myself the same question lately. I mean, it’s not like I have a rule about that. Ted was my first, back in high school, and we’d gone out quite a few times before we had sex. And now we’ve been married for a long time, so it’s not like…”

  “Wait a minute,” Marilyn said. She had a mischievous look in her eyes. “You said your husband was your first. That suggests there were others later.”

  Karen tilted her head and shrugged.

  “Okay,” I said. “My turn. Truth.” I touched the screen and read the question. “Oh, I don’t believe this. You’re gonna love this one, Bill.”

  “What?”

  “It asks, if Marilyn would agree to have sex with me, would I give Bill a nude massage?”

  “Moot question,” Marilyn said. “Ain’t gonna happen.”

  “Oh, but what if she did?” Karen asked. “You know, hypothetically. Would you do it?”

  “Sure,” I said. I winked at Bill. “I’ve been wanting to get my hands on his ass for a long time.”

  “Okay, okay…let me get this straight,” Karen said. “Are you saying that, if Marilyn ever does have sex with you, you’ll give Bill a nude massage?”

  “Well, that’s not exactly what I meant to say, but yeah, what the heck. If Marilyn ever does have sex with me, I’ll give Bill a nude massage.”

  “Don’t worry, Bill,” Marilyn said. “Your ass is safe.”

  “Um…just one more little clarification,” Karen said. “If you were to give Bill a nude massage, which one of you would be nude…or would you both be?”

  “It seems to me that the guy being massaged has to be nude,” I said. “Hard to massage someone who has clothes on.”

  “Wait, wait,” Marilyn said. “Speaking purely hypothetically, I’d want you both to be nude.”

  “Me too!” Karen said. “So, you agree that, if Marilyn ever has sex with you, you will give Bill a massage with both of you naked?”

  “Well, I guess I’d be willing …but seems to me that Bill has something to say about this. I mean, he’s not the one who is getting laid, so he may not be willing…”

  “Oh, I bet he would,” Karen said. She placed her hand on Bill’s crotch and gave a little squeeze. “Wouldn’t you, Bill?”

  “Oh, hell yeah!”

  “Well,” Marilyn said, looking at her watch. “Getting away from the hypotheticals and back to reality, it’s late. Karen promised the sitter we’d be home by eleven.”

  I knew she was fibbing. Karen’s kids were still on the Mainland. I thought maybe things were getting a bit too hot for Marilyn, so she was using the sitter as an excuse for leaving.

  Bill and I escorted the women down to their car. As they were backing out of their parking space, I opened the door of my Mercedes coupe and pulled out the tie Bill had left in my Bentley the night we went to dinner at La Mer.

  After the women left the garage, Bill and I went back up to his condo. He poured a couple of fingers of Maker’s Mark for each of us. He resumed his place on the love seat, and I went back to the couch.

  I took a sip of bourbon and held it in my mouth for a few seconds, savoring the flavor and feeling the burn while I thought about how to bring up the plan Karen and I had hatched. We were trying to set up another situation where she would be with Bill, but I would be there as well so I could watch. After all, that was the whole purpose of our little game to start with. I swallowed the bourbon, and after the warmth had spread all the way down to my stomach, I said, “I need to ask a favor.”

  “Sure, man. I owe you one.”

  “I’ve decided I’d like to take a shot at Marilyn after all. She talks tough, but I think I sense a vibe from her. I’m beginning to think maybe you were right about her protesting too much. I think she’s conflicted. She wants it, but thinks it’s wrong. I think maybe I could get somewhere with her if I could spend some time with her in the right circumstances. You know, like maybe on a neighbor-island trip. But I don’t think she’ll go anywhere with me alone. So I was thinking maybe you could help me set up another double-date where we take the two of them somewhere for the weekend.”

  In truth, I had no expectation that anything would happen between Marilyn and me, and I wasn’t sure how Karen would feel about it if it did. But having Bill believe that I wanted to try to seduce Marilyn on an extended double date would provide circ
umstances where I might be able to spy on him and Karen when he tried to seduce her.

  I continued, “You could ask Karen to go with you and then ask her to help me out by telling Marilyn that she won’t go with you unless Marilyn comes along with me. Have her assure Marilyn that she’ll have separate sleeping quarters and such, so she doesn’t need to worry about that. And then when we’re there, you and Karen can do your thing, and that will leave Marilyn alone with me for a while.”

  Bill nodded. “Sounds like a great idea. Might give me a chance to finally get into Karen’s panties. She’s playing coy with me, but I know she wants it. You saw how she squeezed my cock tonight.”

  I tried not to show how I was feeling about that. “The plan does have a weak spot, though,” I said. “If I do manage to get Marilyn into bed with me, you and I are gonna have to go through with the nude massage thing.”

  “Think they’ll hold us to that?”

  “The way Karen was asking those ‘hypothetical’ questions, I can pretty much guarantee it.”

  Bill studied me for a moment, and then nodded and smirked. “Okay…but I’m gonna want a happy ending.”

  * * * *

  “How’d it go?” I asked. Karen was on the phone with me after having had a lunch date with Bill to talk about the four of us going somewhere together.

  “Pretty much like we planned it. Only I told him I didn’t want to go to one of the other islands with him just yet. I thought it might be harder to get Marilyn to go with us. So I suggested we go to Turtle Bay.”

  “Oh, okay. That should be nice. I haven’t been there in years, but I understand they just did some major renovations. So what about Marilyn?”

  “We had a little chat. I think she’s suspicious. I’m not sure she buys the idea that I’m still afraid to go alone with Bill. But, she agreed to go if the sleeping arrangements meet her approval. I think it was the golf that finally sold her.”

  “Golf?”

  “Yeah. She loves to play golf. She usually plays with her husband on one of the military courses, but with him gone, it’s been a while since she’s had a chance to play. And I’m pretty sure she’s never played the course at Turtle Bay.”

  “She’s gonna need someone to play with. Do you play?”

  “No. You?”

  “Not that I’ll admit. But here’s an idea. I think I remember Bill saying something about being a golfer. Think Marilyn would play with him?”

  “Sure. I don’t see why not.”

  “Maybe you and I could find something else to do while they’re on the course.”

  “Probably think of something…”

  “Speaking of thinking of things…”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’ve been thinking about you and Bill. You know, wondering what you did at lunch…or after lunch.”

  “Well, we…”

  “No, no! Don’t tell me. Not yet, anyway.”

  “Why? What’s going on?”

  “Well…ever hear of Schrodinger’s cat?”

  “No. Who or…uh…what is that?”

  “It was a thought experiment created by Edwin Schrodinger back in the ‘30s to illustrate the problem of the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics applied to everyday objects.”

  “Oh, of course. That Schrodinger’s cat.”

  “Smartass. Anyway, the basic idea is that a cat is placed in a steel box along with a sealed vial of poison and a device that will break the vial at some random time. Schrodinger suggested that, because no one outside the box knows whether or not the cat has been poisoned, the cat can be thought of as simultaneously being both alive and dead…until someone actually opens the box and looks.”

  “Eeww…But isn’t the cat going to suffocate or starve?”

  “I don’t think Schrodinger addressed those little practical considerations. He was just dealing with the theoretical situation with respect to whether the cat had been poisoned.”

  “Well…okay…so what does this have to do with me having lunch with Bill?”

  “Well, from my point of view, when you are out with Bill, you are sort of like Schrodinger’s cat. I have no way of knowing whether or not you are letting him fuck you. So, I can think of you as simultaneously being both fucked and not fucked, thereby gaining the stimulation of imagining him fucking you without having to endure the gut-wrenching jealousy that comes with knowing for certain that he is. In other words, my jealous mind thinks of you as not fucked at the same time as my cock and balls think of you as fucked.”

  “Okay…I guess I understand that. So what does that make me? Schrodinger’s Pussy?”

  * * * *

  A few days later, Karen and I were having dinner at Chili’s. I studied her as she perused the menu. She usually was fairly tan, but tonight her face and shoulders seemed a bit ruddy.

  “Looks like you got some sun today,” I said.

  “We went to the beach,” Karen said. For a moment, her eyes met mine over the top of the menu as she turned the page. She looked down again.

  “You and Marilyn?”

  “Bill.”

  I silently watched her eyes as she continued scanning the menu. Finally, she looked up at me. “What?”

  I tried not to show my inner turmoil. Thinking about what might have happened between her and Bill had my stomach in a knot and my balls in an uproar. “Oh, you know. Just wondering…”

  Karen smiled and wagged her finger at me. “Remember Schrodinger’s Pussy.”

  I shrugged and nodded just as the waiter returned to take our order. Karen asked for the shrimp tacos. I ordered my usual fajita trio. And a second margarita.

  I decided to drop the subject of Bill and the beach. Over dinner, I brought Karen up to date on the arrangements I had made for our trip to Turtle Bay. I explained that I had reserved a three-bedroom suite. I figured that Bill and I each would take one of the smaller bedrooms, and the women could share the master bedroom. Karen said that sounded fine to her, and she thought Marilyn would be okay with the idea of sharing a bed with her. I didn’t say so, but I suspected that the question likely was moot because Karen might very well be spending her nights in Bill’s bed, which would leave Marilyn comfortably in a bed of her own…and me very uncomfortably in a bed of my own.

  After dinner, we went back to my man-cave in Halawa. As was our custom, we showered together before going to bed. As I ran my soapy hands over her body and washed her most intimate places, my mind reeled with visions of Bill in my place. Had he and Karen showered together after going to the beach? People most always shower after going to the beach, so it seemed a real possibility. Had she washed his cock and balls the way she was washing mine now?

  And if they had showered together, what else had they done? It seemed absurd to think that they would have stopped at just showering together. If Karen had showered with Bill, surely she had gone to go to bed with him. My stomach churned and my rigid cock throbbed as my mind tortured and teased me with the possibilities. I struggled to keep my thoughts to myself as we got into bed and started to make love.

  I was accustomed to Karen being wonderfully multi-orgasmic, but tonight she was on fire. I had never seen her so responsive. Everything I did seemed to bring her to another shuddering climax.

  I, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to get there. I was rock-hard, and my balls ached with need, but I just couldn’t climb over the edge. Eventually, Karen noticed that something was amiss.

  “Something wrong, Baby?” she asked.

  I pushed deep into her and pressed my cheek against hers. “I have to know,” I whispered in her ear.

  “Know what?”

  “About you and Bill.”

  “Schrodinger’s Pussy?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah, tell me. I have to know.”

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her cheek hard against mine. I could feel her ragged breath in my ear.

  “Schrodinger’s Pussy…is…” She paused fo
r a couple of eternal beats, and then took a deep breath. “Schrodinger’s Pussy is…very much alive.”

  “By ‘alive’ you mean…”

  “This afternoon, after the beach, I went home with Bill for a couple of hours.”

  I suddenly was at war with myself. My stomach knotted as her words registered in my brain, but my balls immediately contracted, and I gushed a huge load of semen into her.

  Karen grabbed my hips and pulled at me, holding me deep in her. “Oh, yes! Yes, baby, yes! That’s what I wanted. Give it all to me.”

  When I was able to catch my breath, I lifted my head and asked, “Was that the truth? Or did you just say that because you knew it would make me cum?”

  Karen was quiet for a few seconds. She held my face and lifted her head to kiss my lips. Then she lay back and gazed into my eyes. “The truth.”

  I took a deep breath and waited for the nausea to subside. “So what about Turtle Bay? Still want to go? Now that you’ve done it once, he’ll probably expect you to fuck him all weekend.”

  She didn’t answer right away. I thought maybe she had changed her mind about going. “Been there, done that?” I asked.

  Karen sighed. “Yeah…but wanna do that again.”

  She was quiet for a moment. Finally, she said, “I think you’ve created a monster.”

  “Tell me about it.” Now that I knew Schrodinger’s Pussy was alive, I wondered how I was going to handle seeing them together at the resort.

  * * * *

  It was Friday evening, and we had gotten a fairly late start because we had to wait for Bill to get home from work. The sun had dropped behind the Waianae Mountains by the time my Bentley crested the center of the island and began rolling down Kam highway toward Haleiwa. As always, the colors of the sky and the view of the ocean were spectacular at that time of day.

  I kept glancing at my rear-view mirror, trying to watch Karen and Bill in the back seat. I had a fairly good view of Karen, who was sitting in the middle. I couldn’t see much of Bill because he was directly behind me. I could hear them whispering, and a couple of times, I thought I heard them kissing. I could see that Bill had one hand high up between Karen’s thighs, rubbing his fingers against the crotch of her jeans. She had one hand on his forearm and the other out of sight behind my back. As always when I saw her with him, my stomach was in a knot, but my balls were aching.