Modern Love story. Chapter 9

Carl joined me in the kitchen after having showered. He was wearing a short sleeve check shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans.

"Hello again, Ben."

"Hi, Carl. Fancy some breakfast?"

"That would be nice, thanks."

There was a silence. It was only the second occasion that we had been alone together and the first real opportunity we'd had to speak since he had arrived the previous evening. Since then, he'd spent most of the intervening time in intimate contact with my wife. In theory there must have been a number of relevant topics, about which we could have meaningfully conversed. In practice, I was too embarrassed and too self-conscious to broach the subject. I assumed Carl would be similarly reticent. However he seemed totally relaxed when he spoke.

"You know, Ben, I really didn't know what to expect when I came over. In fact I was seriously considering not going through with it at all." He paused slightly and then he continued, "But I'm really glad that I did."
"I'm pleased to hear it." I carried on preparing the breakfast.

"It was an incredible night. You're a very lucky man, Ben. Not only is Kelly absolutely gorgeous and a nice person with it, but she's a fabulous fuck too!" It was a compliment to be sure, but one that would have prompted most men to start a fight! Carl was oblivious and he carried on regardless. "And you're a nice guy, Ben, as well as being very generous."

"I agree that I'm lucky, Carl," I said, "but I wouldn't say I'm generous. I love Kelly very much indeed, and when you love someone, you like to give them what they want. I know she is physically attracted to you, so..." I didn't complete the sentence. Kelly appeared.

She breezed in to the kitchen, glowing despite the lack of sleep. She was wearing a soft blue and white patterned top with a loose matching blue wrap over skirt. As she walked, she showed glimpses of her thigh. She kissed me good morning. She had that sparkle in her> eyes again. The three of breakfasted together and chatted like old friends.

Carl left shortly after breakfast. We shook hands.

"Bye, Ben. Thanks for a great evening!"

He kissed Kelly goodbye, gave her breast a soft squeeze and then he was gone. Kelly put her arms around me and kissed me tenderly.

"Well, Ben?" she asked.

I couldn't answer her straight away because there seemed to be a lump in my throat. I managed to compose myself. "You've no idea how much I love you, Kelly."

"I do know, Ben, and I feel exactly the same way about you." She didn't need to articulate the words. I could see it in her eyes. She kissed me again and then she looked questioningly at me. Her voice had that soft soothing tone. "But you can see why I'm sexually attracted to him, can't you?"

"Not really!" I paused, "OK, so he's hung like a horse and can go on for ever... but what else can he do?" I tried to look serious but my smile gave the game away.

"Oh Ben!" She pulled me to her and cuddled me.

We kissed once more. "Anyway, since we are on the subject, did you enjoy yourself?"

"I wondered how long it would take you to ask." She smiled at me.

"And are you going to tell me?" It was just a charade. I knew she would.

Her eyes looked straight into mine. "Yes, Ben, I did enjoy it. When it was happening I was enjoying it very much indeed; it was very exciting." She paused, and I saw her frowning. "But, to be honest, thinking about it now, I can't help feeling embarrassed."
"There is absolutely no reason at all for you to feel embarrassed. You were wonderful! You are wonderful!" I waited a moment for my words to sink in. I slid her skirt up and was pleasantly surprised to see that she had nothing on under it. My hands were on her bare buttocks. "God, Kelly, you're such a tart!"

Her face became serious. "Don't get too carried away, Ben. I'm quite sore at the moment. That's why I had to leave them off." She briefly smiled. "You can have too much of a good thing, you know. I've even had to put some Nivea on."

I let her be and a short while later we were in the conservatory, having a coffee. Kelly sat on the cane two-seater sofa whilst I sat in an armchair. The room was pleasantly warm and before long we both began to doze. I awoke with a start. Kelly was still asleep. She had made herself more comfortable and was lying down along the length of the sofa. Her left leg was draped over the armrest, the other was still partially supported by the seat cushion. Her skirt had fully separated and her heart shaped pubis was visible, indeed her whole femininity was now totally exposed.

I couldn't take my eyes off her; she looked so inviting! I crept over and sat on the floor in order to look at her more closely. Her labia lips appeared rather inflamed; as did the skin at the tops of her legs and I could see where she'd applied the Nivea. I moved between her open legs so that I could inhale her fragrance. I fancied that I could even feel her heat on my face. Kelly did not stir but continued to slumber; catching up on the sleep she had sacrificed in order to fuck Carl.

I stood up and looked at the face of my sleeping beauty. I studied her soft features, her flawless skin, her long eyelashes and her dark hair, which had parted to reveal her slender neck. Carl was right. I was a lucky man. I smiled as I compared the way she looked now and the way she had acted last night. How could Kelly, who looked so innocent, be so wanton? How could I, a witness to her wantonness, love her all the more because of it? But I did! Somewhat reluctantly I went back to my chair, sat down and watched over her.

Once more I tried to rationalize my actions. I had encouraged another man to fuck my wife, indeed to make her so sore that she couldn't even wear her knickers! It was odd, really. Some men would feel compelled to kill their wife's lover. I too had a compulsion, but it was a compulsion to encourage him, to make him welcome in our house, hell, even to make him welcome in our bedroom! Was it the same compulsion that drew the moth to the flame? Would it have the same result? How could I know? But I could no more resist my compulsion than could the moth resist the dancing light of the candle.

I continued watching her while she slept. In a way it was a throwback to our childhood. Once again I was Sir Galahad standing guard over my Lady Guinevere and I continued to protect her until she woke up a couple of hours later. My lady was especially affectionate to her loyal knight for the rest of the day. We retired early to our bedchamber but only to catch up on our sleep. Methinks we were both far too fatigued for any more lovemaking.

She was also far too sore!