CHAPTER 5
UH, EXCUSE ME?

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Greg prospered over the next couple of years. He left Carson Realty and formed Prestige Realty, which was primarily involved in commercial real estate, but which also dealt with exclusive high dollar residential properties. He had several residential agents working for him. While he handled the commercial side his wife, Heather, ran the residential side.

After his first big commercial transaction, he began taking an equity interest in almost everything he did, financing 100% of his position with non-recourse loans with the property itself pledged as collateral. In addition to apartment buildings, his portfolio included interests in office buildings and strip malls. At 28 he had leveraged himself into a millionaire.

A year after they were married, he and Heather built a very nice home on a wooded five-acre tract held by his father's estate trust. The property sat on a hill and overlooked the Rockford skyline. At night, the twinkling lights of the city were quite spectacular. The house was a sprawling one-story with a partial basement. The layout of the property afforded complete privacy.

At home, Greg was a true practicing nudist, shedding all of his clothes whenever he could. His new family naturally followed suit. No longer did Heather sport bikini shaped tan lines to distract from the beauty of her well-portioned body, and the girls were both as evenly tanned as is possible. As a couple, he and Heather made frequent trips to various nudist resorts in the Caribbean. Life was perfect. The only flaw was the infrequency of visits by Jarred.

Almost every time Greg wanted to see his son or have him come to his home, he had to seek a court order. Once, he flew his entire family to North Carolina to pickup Jarred. The plan was to spend a week in the Smokies and then visit Washington DC, taking in the Smithsonian and visiting all the major monuments as well as Congress and the White House. When he arrived at the 'Two Sisters' boutique, he found it closed for a two-week vacation. Later Debbie made a sworn affidavit stating that Greg had given her wrong dates.

Greg decided that turnabout was fair play and when Jarred did finally come into the custody of his father, Greg declined to return the boy to his mother at the end of the specified two weeks. Greg found himself facing a charge of kidnapping. He reluctantly surrendered the boy to the police. Harry got the charges thrown out. The war continued unceasingly.

Jarred for his part loved to be with his father and his stepfamily. After a few trips to the mountains and a dude ranch, he complained that he'd rather just spend the time at Greg's home, where for a short while he could feel free. Free of the constraints of clothing, free of the demands of his mother, free of the demands of her lesbian lover. He just wanted to swim and lounge around the pool nude. At the end of a visit to Greg's home, he was never ready to return to his mother and her significant other.

Soon after marrying Heather, Greg joined the Rockford Athletic Club. Donk was the manager and through the club he kept up contact with his old buddy Doug. He also followed Donk's recommended regime and had bulked up impressively. He wasn't a body builder per se, but he had gained 4 inches at the chest and lost 2 inches at the waist, while adding substantial muscle to his arms and legs. Even though he had gained thirty pounds, it was all lean muscle. He had never been in such top physical condition.

Though he kept it at a minimum, he would on occasion still join Donk and/or Doug to fuck some babe. It was exciting and kept his interest in sex at a peak. Generally he didn't know the girl, though he would frequently see them later at the gym working out or being hustled by someone. Doug was always after him to bring Heather over to his house to party with Reggie and him. Greg explained that he didn't think Heather would go for any of that sort of thing. She was a true lady.

"Ah..., ah..., oh yeah, baby..., that's it..., suck it..., suck it..., ah..., yeah." He pulled his rejuvenated cock from her mouth. "You ready for me to fuck you again? Yeah, you want it, don't you girl? That's right, spread'em out like a whore. Oh, yeah baby, you're beautiful. Ahhhh!"

The cock of her lover slid into her for the second time that afternoon. He wasn't as good as her husband was, but he was good enough. Good enough to stoke the raging fire that burned in her loins whenever she wasn't being screwed. Intense sexual pleasure affected her much like an opiate. With each orgasm, an inordinate amount of endorphins flooded her neural synapses, giving her great pleasure. However, like a junkie, once the endorphins returned to normal levels, it left her with an gnawing need for another fix.

She tossed her head side to side mindlessly urging, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuuucccck meeeee!"

"Yeah, you... fucking... slut," he hissed as he rammed and shoved and fucked deeply into her heaving, shuddering passage. "Beg for it bitch, beg for it you god damned whore! Beg... me... to... fuck... you! You... fucking... slut... whore!"

For Greg, life was indeed near perfect. Then one afternoon while showing a house he had reason to doubt it as his worldview crumbled.

George Peterson, the CEO of a company headquartered in one of Greg's office buildings needed to lease a house for six months or so while his own new home was being constructed. Normally Greg didn't show houses, but Peterson's company was one of his biggest leasors. Greg had listed a property that was furnished. The owners were out of country and wanted to sell the house, but they were amenable to leasing the house and its contents for six months or more.

As Greg drove up the driveway he saw that Heather was there also, showing the house to a prospective client. Greg began the tour in the grand foyer and moved from room to room. He was showing the master suite and discovered upon entering the bedchamber, Heather and a man scrambling to get dressed. The bedcovers were down and pecker tracts dotted the sheets.

Greg was flabbergasted. He felt betrayed, but he didn't cause a scene; he just escorted Peterson to another room. Peterson, not knowing that it was Greg's wife caught in the act, thought the whole thing to be hilarious and made several wisecracks about leasing a whorehouse and whether it came furnished with whores and whether the tramp came with it and other disparaging remarks. Greg seethed on the inside but kept his cool.

After dropping Peterson off at his office, Greg went to Donk's gym to work off his anger and collect his thoughts before confronting Heather. After his workout he ran into Doug Patterson who was on his way upstairs to the club lounge for a drink. Doug ordered a round of dark Mexican beers.

"So how's it going Greg?"

"Shity! Fucking shity!"

"What's the problem ole buddy, I thought you had it made. Business problem?"

"Fucking wife! I was showing this house to a very important client and we walk in on her fucking some guy. God damn, I would have never thought she'd do anything like that to me."

"Fucking? So what? What's the big deal? Is that a problem?"

Greg looked at Doug incredulously. "The problem is she's my wife. The problem is she has risked the reputation of my firm. The problem is she's probably been lying to me for I don't know how long. Christ, I've seen her go out to show this guy houses before. The problem is she has betrayed me. The problem is..."

"Knock it off!" interrupted Doug with a measure of distain in his voice. "The problem is that both you and her fuck around on the side behind each other's back... Am I not right? The problem is you both have had previous marriages that ended when you were caught fooling around. I know, I know there's more to it than just that, but hear me out. Remember Ginger? Nice tight pussy! Hey, I know this seems off the subject but do you remember the night Donk tied her up blindfolded and we took turns fucking her? She didn't know who we were or who was doing what to her and the experience was so intense she started coming and coming and coming until she passed out?"

"What in the hell does this have to do with it?"

"Sex!"

"I still don't follow you."

"Ginger...remember when she pulled the plug on you? She did it for love, remember?"

"You're making no sense, Doug."

"That's because you're fucking blind. Always have been. Look, love and sex go hand in hand, right?"

"Okay."

"At the same time love and sex are two different things."

"I guess."

"You guess? Do you love her?"

"Heather? She's the most important person in the world to me, that's why this hurts me so badly. What did I do wrong? Is she ready to dump me?"

"Stick to the question Greg. Do you love her? The answer I presume is 'yes'. Does she love you?"

"I thought so, but..."

"She hasn't pulled a Debbie on you has she?"

"No!"

"Then I presume the answer is 'yes'.

"Okay, yes, I guess."

"Do you like sex with strange pussy? Let me answer that. From my own observations over the course of years of your illicit rutting behavior the answer is unquestionably 'YES'. Now be honest, Greg, just because you like a little strange pussy every so often, does that signify that you love her any less?"

"No, of course not."

"A little strange pussy is exciting and fun and has no strings attached. Right?"

"Right."

"It's just raunchy good fun with no emotional baggage to carry around. Right?"

"Right."

"Then what the fuck makes you think that getting a little strange dick ever so often affects her love for you?"

"I, I don't know, Doug."

"Hey, that Heather of yours is some good looking cunt. She just oozes with natural sex appeal. Haven't you found her to be passionate? Doesn't she love a good hard fucking?"

"I thought she love me."

"You still don't get it. It's obvious! You both like to fuck around a little, don't you? The problem is you both do it in a manner that undermines your mutual trust. Now, I know you've always questioned my heartfelt love for my slut wife, but we both love lots of sex with lots of different people and we love each other, we trust each other, we swing together. I love seeing my wife getting fucked, enjoying herself. Think about it Greg, she has the same needs and sex drive as I do."

"So what are you getting at?"

"Christ you're dense sometimes. Be honest. Wouldn't you get a kick out of watching me slip my hard dick up your wife's ass?"

"Doug I..."

"Don't you see? It would be exciting, wouldn't it?" Greg shifted around in his seat. "What's the matter Greg? Getting a hard on thinking about it?"

Doug paused for a moment letting Greg absorb what his groin was telling him. "Neither one of you are going to stop getting a little on the side and the way you two are going about it guarantees hard feeling. You want to lose your marriage, keep up what you're doing. Want to save it, you two need to be more open with each other, have fun together, get laid together."

"Yeah, maybe you're right."

"I know damned well I'm right. You two are perfect for swinging. You both like a little strange on a regular basis. You both like to parade around nude with your friends."

"That's swimming."

"Okay and I enjoy swimming over at your house. After ogling Heather's bare tits and ass, I'd like a little of it. You have any idea how much I dream of fucking her?"

"You've always asked about it too."

"You're my buddy. I'm not going to jump in bed with your wife without your permission. What I've never figured out is why you and Heather won't swing." Doug thought a moment before continuing, "Let me tell you a little secret and it's not to go any further than between us. See this bracelet?" Doug pointed to the gold bracelet he wore on his right ankle. "I belong to a club, a sex club."

"Should I be surprised at that?"

Doug laughed, "No, I suppose not."

Greg observed, "Donk wears a chain like that. I assume he's a member of your club."

"You assume correctly."

Greg thought back, nearly every girl they had provided for the past year or so also wore a gold ankle bracelet.

Doug continued, "Here's the deal, everyone in the club is pledged to have sex with any and every one else in the club."

"So that's how you find so many women to have sex with."

"Makes it easier. Before we joined this club, pussy was plentiful, but it carried a hidden price. The great thing about the club is everyone is clean. We have regular medical checkups and we only have bareback sex with other members. I haven't had a case of clap since we joined. Of course sometimes I run into some new irresistible split-tail, and I don't hesitate to do her, but I do use a rubber." "

Wait a minute, I've never used a rubber with Reggie or any of the other girls you and Donk come up with."

"I know. Donk and I know that you don't screw around outside your marriage unless it is with us. You've been an acceptable risk. Problem now is your wife, we have no idea who she is doing the nasty with, and that puts you at risk, and therefore puts us at risk."

Greg hadn't thought about the health risks he had exposed Heather too and he hadn't until now thought of the health risks she was exposing him too.

"Is this a wife swapping club?"

"Sort of, but more precisely it's an anything goes sex club. You know, a little bisexual action."

"You mean homosexuality?"

"In a limited way. I admit that on occasion I enjoy a man now and then. You know that. Remember when I jacked you off while fingering your ass? You loved it!" Greg did indeed remember it as an intensely erotic moment for him and he thought of the times they fooled around at the old apartment when no women were available."

Greg finished his beer. "So you want us to join your club?"

"Finally you're catching on."

"You want me to pass around my wife to be fucked by a bunch of strangers."

"I wouldn't put it that way. I just think you and Heather need an outlet for your sexual energies just as Reggie and I do. That's what the club provides, and you don't run the risk of VD."

"I don't know if Heather will go for it."

"That's bullshit. After this afternoon's episode, she'll listen. I bet she'll jump at the chance unless she really is ready to dump you. What do you have to lose?"

"My marriage."

"Then save it. Don't be the proverbial pot calling the kettle black. Just admit to yourself that you both need and want sex. The club is all about recreational sex, lots of sex in every conceivable combination. Fundamentally sex has nothing to do with love, just animal lust. Love is between you and your wife. Strengthen your love and trust, don't undermine it with stupid games. Give to each other the freedom to enjoy sex and enjoy that freedom together, openly and without judgment."

On his way home Greg thought about what Doug had said and his invitation to get together with Reggie and him at a local dance club next weekend, then maybe go to Doug's home and have a little party.

Heather was home when he got there. She looked pensive and very nervous, her reddened eyes revealing an inner agony. Her eye makeup was smeared. She was nearly frantic when he was late getting home. She desperately wanted to show her contrition and beg for understanding. She loved Greg dearly; he was handsome, kind, gentle, a terrific lover, a good father to her girls, as well as a good provider. He had never done anything that she had gotten angry with him about other than to be out late with the boys. She knew how Debbie had devastated him by denying him his right to see his son as often has he wanted or even legally entitled. She didn't mean to hurt him. God, he didn't deserve it, but she just couldn't help herself, she just couldn't resist the pervasive, burning temptation of a cock giving her pleasure.

Greg was a considerate lover who made sure she had an orgasm or six each time they made love, and they made love often. He was so natural about his body and his sexuality. They'd be sitting around the pool talking with the girls one minute, the next he had her in the grass lost in sexual passion. She had long given up on the notion of not having sex in front of the girls. He was right; they accepted it as a matter of fact. Still she needed more. She needed the excitement of a new and different lover.

She had no emotional ties to Peter Framly. He was just a client who was as horny as she was. Peter lived out of state, but was looking to relocate his company to Rockford. She started showing him houses some months ago. She didn't know or understand how or why it happened, it just did, and she enjoyed it. It had nothing to do with Greg; he gave her all he had, which was considerable. She just need more.

Greg walked in. He didn't say a word as he headed to the bar for fortification. Cindy and Julie were excited to see him as always and he gave each girl a big hug. He picked them both up, one in each arm and playfully laid kisses across their bare skin. He set them down and patted their rumps. Off they went to play in the pool, secure in the knowledge that Daddy was home and that Daddy loved them.

Heather dreaded the consequences of her infidelity. Would he leave her? Would he strike her like Jack did? Would he just shut her out of his life? What was he going to do? Their marriage had fundamentally been altered and there was no turning back the clock. She could promise him that it wouldn't happen again, but she knew it would. She couldn't help herself. She was strangely glad it was out in the open as she always carried an enormous guilt. Peter Framly wasn't the first one, just the most recent.

"Greg," she tentatively started, "I'm sorry. I just want you to know how much I love..."

He cut her off. "Heather, if you loved me you wouldn't do that behind my back."

She broke down crying, "I'm so sorry."

"Love is all about trust and sharing. I've hidden things from you too just as you've hidden things from me. Sexual things. If we want to save our marriage we have to be more open with each other, and stop sneaking around."

"Oh yes, I don't want you to leave me, I love you, I love you." She dug her fingernails into the back of his head as she desperately kissed his face, covering it with kisses as the tears ran down her cheeks.

"There's going to have to be some changes, major changes."

"Oh, god Greg, don't leave me," she begged.

"I don't want to leave you Baby. We can resolve this and make our marriage stronger. But there will have to be some major changes."

"What kind of changes? I'll do whatever you think is right."

"First of all we must let the past be our guide. Be honest with each other. Accept each other as the way we really are."

"I don't understand, Greg."

"Sex. We have to honest about sex. I suspect that today wasn't the first time you fucked that guy."

Heather suppressed the urge to lie, "No, it wasn't."

"And I suspect he wasn't the only one you've had sex with since we were married."

She felt trapped, if she revealed it all, he would surely leave her.

Greg prodded her, "Be honest. It's very important that we be honest. I'll accept whatever you tell me. I love you Babe. And the only way to move forward and build upon what we've got is to be completely honest with each other."

She looked down at the floor, "No, he wasn't the first."

"And I suspect he won't be the last."

That statement of truth cut her to the bone. He had it right. It wouldn't be the last. "Oh, god," she cried. "How can we ever work this out?"

"Look, you're not the only one who has done this. I've been playing around on the side since day one. There was nothing emotional attached to it, it was just sex. I didn't love you any less for what I was doing, I was doing it just because it was fun. I didn't feel any emotional attachment to these women, just raw sexual pleasure. Nothing against you Babe, you're a terrific lay, but it provided a spice that kept my sexual drive at a sustained peak."

"And I've been doing it since day one also. I can't help it. I need it."

"We both need it, Heather."

Greg went on to explain in great detail his sexual activity since he was a kid. She had heard it all before, except for the sex parties with Doug and Donk. The number and frequency of the parties surprised her, as well as what they did. She hadn't heard of his homosexual experiences either. She also hadn't heard about his bout with gonorrhea or that he cleverly slipped antibiotics into her food so that she fought off an infection before she became symptomatic.

Greg concluded his confession, "I stupidly risked it all. In all that time I didn't think about the potential damage. I always thought it would be a secret. I loved you then and I love you now. The sex parties and girls had nothing to do with my love for you. They were only about sexual gratification. They didn't diminish my love, but I didn't consider the damage to our mutual trust. All this time I thought of you as some sort of Miss Virtue, satisfied and only needing me."

"Miss Virtue I'm not Greg. To be honest, I'm a slut. You're such a fantastic lover that you kept my sex drive in check, almost. I'm horny all the time, and it doesn't take much to get me hot, and when I'm hot, I abandon all sense of propriety. I've been like this ever since Tim and Uncle Buc lit my fires when I was thirteen."

"Uncle Buc?"