I kept sitting in the car waiting to hear Matthew and Mary meet, but for a while, all I could hear was a waitress asking Mary what she was having, to which she replied coffee, and the background noises of the bar.

After a few minutes, I heard Mary say out loud for me to hear from the mobile phone in her bag, "He's not here yet. I'm sitting here waiting for him."

Soon after, I heard a voice say, "Hi, I'm Matthew. You're Molly, right?"

Molly replied, "Yes, it's me," and by the sound of chairs, she must have stood up to say hello.

"You can call me Matt. I'm sorry for the delay. I was kept late at work. A client who didn't leave."

"What are you working on?"

"I'm a salesman in a second-hand car car yard. What about you?"

"I'm a secretary in a small accounting consultancy."

"Molly, you're just as pretty as you looked in your pictures."

"Thank you. You too."

"How come you don't have a boyfriend or husband when you're so beautiful?"

"You know. Life takes a lot of turns. How about you?"

"I'm not interested. I prefer my freedom and being able to enjoy the company of attractive women like you without attaching myself to anyone. So I enjoy more variety. I've had some girlfriends for a while, but they didn't convince me. There was too much control on their part. If anyone has control, I want to be me. But I've had a great time and had a lot of experiences. I like to explore new things."

"Everyone chooses in life what everyone prefers."

"Yes. Of course. And how did you come up with a date like this, Molly?"

"Well, I also wanted to look for new experiences. I've had some crazy nights after a party where I ended up in bed with someone, but I'd never done this."

"Well, I'm sure we'll have a good time. Not to boast, but no woman has complained about my performance in bed. And sex with you has to be fantastic, with that body you have. I hope we meet many times. But that is, as we commented, without commitment or deeper relationship, it is only a matter of having a good time and enjoying."

"Yes, of course, Matt. That's my idea too."

They chatted for quite a while longer. Although it wasn't a 'normal' date for two people starting a relationship and wanting to get to know each other better, it certainly seemed very abrupt to arrive, greet each other, and say 'let's fuck', especially for Mary, who was doing something like that for the first time.

From the conversation, I got to know Matthew's personality better, which was immature and closed-minded. Apparently, his only hobbies and interests in life were swimming and football; he never read a book and only watched superhero movies. Well, within his readings, we should also add a lot of erotic stories and, as for movies, the consumption of a lot of porn videos.

Finally, the moment I had been dreading arrived. Matthew said, "I've booked a room at a nearby motel. Shall we go?"

Soon after, I saw Mary leave, along with a tall, strong man whose appearance matched what I remembered from the dating app. He was walking beside her, with his hand on her waist, but very low, almost touching her ass.

They walked to the nearby motel, one of those motels with the room doors directly onto the street, and went into a room.

My heart skipped a beat. I listened carefully.

As soon as they walked in, I heard Matthew's voice say, "Well, Molly, why don't you take your clothes off and show me the rest of that nice body of yours?"

I imagined Molly getting totally naked in front of a stranger for the first time. I thought about her gorgeous naked body, and my desire to be with her as soon as possible increased.

Before long, Matthew added, "Humm, gorgeous, just as promised. Now, turn around. Molly, you've got great tits and a great ass. You have a body made for sex. But now I'm at a disadvantage; why don't you take my clothes off?"

I imagined Mary approaching Matthew naked and removing piece by piece of clothing until he was equally naked.

I heard the rustling of clothes and Mary's voice: "You're totally shaved! Even in the crotch!"

"Yes, it's normal in the world of swimming to shave the whole body to swim better and reduce resistance, and since I was going to shave, I decided to do it on the crotch as well. I hope you like it."

Shortly after, I heard Matthew say, "What soft skin, Molly! I love the feel of your breasts against my torso. You're such a good kisser. With that playful tongue, and those lips are soft and springy. You know where I'd like to see them? Around my cock, so you can taste and feel a hairless cock and testicles."

I didn't hear Molly's response, but I heard some noises that sounded like sucking—the noises when someone is giving a blow job. I imagined Molly on her knees, naked before the stranger with his cock in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, swallowing more and more of his cock.

Suddenly, I felt huge jealousy. What was she doing with him? Why did I agree to this? Then I forced myself to think that I shouldn't make a big deal out of it. I had already given it a lot of thought and decided, 'It wasn't the end of the world'. Besides, it was Mary's fantasy. And finally, somehow, it wasn't Mary; it was Molly, someone else.

I kept hearing the sounds of Mary sucking Matthew's cock, and the image in my head started to excite me. I imagined her doing it to me, and my cock tried to get erect, but the cock cage prevented it. That turned me on even more; it's well known that you want more what you don't have.

I heard Mary's voice, choking and coughing, saying to Matthew, "Don't push my head so far down with your hand. Your cock is at the entrance to my throat."

"Sorry, I just got excited. You've never done a deepthroat before?"

"No."

"The girlfriends I've had have learned. It's delicious for a man to take it all the way in and cum down your throat. I can teach you the technique to control your gagging and swallow it whole. You'll see how capable you are, and you'll be able to do it to any man."

"Well, maybe one day I'll try, but not today."

I kept hearing the faster and faster noises and Matthew's panting, which was getting louder and louder, until he said, in a breathy voice, "I'm about to cum. Don't swallow it. Keep it in your mouth. I've been saving myself all week, and I want you to see how much I've built up thinking of you."

Soon after, I heard him exclaim, "Urg...I'm coming!"

I imagined Mary's mouth filling with Matthew's cum. It was the first time since we had been together that a cock other than mine had entered Mary's mouth and unloaded his cum into her.

When he recovered, Matthew said to Mary, "Now, Molly, show me your mouth... Yes, just as much as I thought I would. I've been so horny all week thinking about you. Swallow it now. And come on over to the bed; it's my turn to make you enjoy it with my mouth. Lie down there."

I imagined Molly lying on the bed with Matthew between her legs. But I couldn't tell. Not seeing what was going on made me more uneasy. Maybe seeing it would have hurt more, but not seeing it added to the tension in my already uneasy head.

I began to hear Mary's gasps and moans and, in a moment, her voice: "Keep going, Matt, keep going like this."

After a while, Mary insisted again, in an excited, panting voice, "Like this... That's it... Keep going; I'm about to come... Keep going... Keep licking me..."

Then Matthew said, "Now I'm going to shove my cock deep into that wet little pussy of yours and make you come."

I imagined Matthew lying on top of Mary and guiding his cock into Mary's warm, wet pussy. Thinking of the delicious sensation I had felt so many times as I had thrust my cock into Mary's vagina turned me on even more, causing my cock to try to swell and become erect. The cock cage stopped any attempt, and the downward curve and the ring pulling on my testicles made it painful, but I couldn't help it. I got more and more excited thinking about touching Mary's body, feeling myself wrapped around by her thighs, caressing her breasts, and slipping in and out of her wonderful sex.

I felt envious of Matthew, who was enjoying the experience while I was excluded.

A cry of pleasure from Mary drew my attention. He had penetrated her, and she had cum. Her first orgasm with another man. I felt jealous and envious, and at the same time, my love for Mary made me think that I was fulfilling her fantasy and enjoying an experience she wanted. I loved her so much that I would do anything for her.

The creaking of the bed made me assume that he was fucking her enthusiastically, penetrating her hard, and making her enjoy it; at least that's what her moans of pleasure and her gasps indicated to me.

They went on for quite a while, and, from Mary's muffled cries, I suspect she reached at least three or four orgasms.

Finally, he said, "I'm coming again!" and the sounds stopped.

I imagined his cock plunging deep into Mary's delicate vagina, contracting and spurting streams of semen, his body lying on top of her, as if taking possession, both of them sweaty and panting after having shared the pleasure.

I thought at least it was over now. But other doubts plagued me. Would he be better than me in bed? Would his cock be bigger? What if Mary preferred him? What if she fell in love with him? She had told me it would just be a one-off, a physical experience, nothing more. But, once she had tried it, maybe she would change her mind if she liked the experience better than sex with me.

I waited to see if he would come out of the room so I could join Mary.

While I was waiting, I remembered a report I had recently seen about bonobos, those apes very similar to chimpanzees. Among other peculiarities, they have in common with humans that they have sex face-to-face, not by mounting the female from behind, as almost all mammals tend to do. Bonobos use sex not just as a form of reproduction but as a form of relationship, and they do a lot of 'relating'. They have sex frequently, not just between males and females but also between males and males and females and females. And certainly not only between couples. It is as common among them as hugging or kissing among humans. A form of social relationship to greet each other, to express joy, or to alleviate quarrels.

Why couldn't we humans have such a free and carefree view instead of all the social and cultural pressures that often 'sour' us on sex?

I decided that I had to try to be a little more 'bonobo' and less 'human'. Mary had insisted that for her, the experience would be just a physical thing to enjoy, no more important than a massage or an orgasm triggered by a vibrator. She was not my possession; she was my spouse, and if she wished to do that, I should try not to worry.

My 'good intentions' were disturbed when I heard Matthew say to Mary, "Molly, now let's do it 'doggy style', get on all fours."

'Of course,' I thought, 'Matthew has fantastic resilience; his professional sports training shows'.

After a while, the next thing I heard was Mary saying, "Huumm, I really like what you're doing to me; I've never had my anus licked before."

"I didn't bring any lube so I could stick it up your ass, but that's how I'll get it ready for you," Matthew replied.

"Matt, I've never had anal sex. I don't like it. I don't want to."

"If you try it, you'll like it, Molly. The women I've been with say it's a very special experience. A particular sensation that drives them crazy."

"Well, but for now, no, Matt."

"All right, whatever you prefer. I'm going to stick my cock in your kitten pussy."

Then I heard the squeaking of the bed again, as well as the sound of his body colliding with her buttocks.

I imagined him holding her hips, penetrating her with his cock, while she, on her knees before him, let herself be fucked, enjoying the experience. I imagined him stroking her back with his hands, bringing his hands to her breasts that swayed with his thrusts, fondling her breasts, and pinching her nipples.

Again, a mixture of jealousy and excitement flooded me. My cock, which had lost some of its erection, became painfully hard again. The pain of my cock, bent downwards by the curvature of the cock cage, as well as the ring tugging at my testicles, slowed my erection, while images came into my head pushing blood into my crotch.

Decidedly, imagination is the most powerful aphrodisiac. I was possibly having a worse time imagining what they were doing than if I saw it in person.

I heard them both panting and moaning for quite a while. I could hear from her voice that Mary had some more orgasms, and finally, after a grunt from Matthew, all was silent.

Once again, Matthew had fucked Mary and ejaculated inside her. She had received three blasts of his semen inside her body. I hoped it was all over.

I waited, and finally Matthew appeared through the door, walked to his car, parked in front of the bar, and left.

I stood there thinking for a while, and finally I made my way to the room, wondering what I would find.

I knocked, and, after a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Mary opened the door. She was wrapped in a towel and coming out of the shower.

As I entered, an intense smell of sex and sweat invaded my nostrils. My sense of smell confirmed what my sense of hearing had told me: theirs had been an intense, passionate encounter.

She closed the door and, dropping the towel, jumped on me, hugged me, and kissed me passionately for a long time.

When she finished kissing me, she took my hand and led me to the bed, saying, "I'm going to give you the prize I promised you that you deserve for waiting all week and, above all, for being the best husband in the world. I love you madly."

She undressed me, laid me down on the bed, took the cock cage key out of her bag, and removed it with difficulty, as I had not completely lost my erection.

As soon as it was free, my cock became fully erect. She knelt between my legs, grabbed my cock with her hand, and moved her mouth up to cover the head of my cock. She began to suck and lick it with relish, as if she were savoring an exquisite delicacy.

In no time, after a whole week of teasing and with everything I had heard during the beginning of the night, in no time I was about to cum, "Mary, I'm close to coming."

"Let yourself go; enjoy."

She continued to lower and raise her head with her lips wrapped around my member, taking it in as far as she could and playing with my cock with her tongue until I exploded. An indescribable pleasure exploded in my head, a mixture of physical pleasure, of closeness with Mary, of intimacy with her, of feeling her next to me again. I ejaculated for a long time, and what seemed to me like huge amounts of cum accumulated over the whole week.

When she sensed that I had finished, she lay down beside me, one leg over my legs, and stroked my torso while I caressed her head.

After a while of being relaxed, just feeling the touch of our skins, she began to focus on my cock. She stroked it more and more intensely, until it was erect. Then, she knelt astride me, with the lips of her sex on my cock, and began to move back and forth, increasing my arousal and my erection.

She took my cock, guided it to her opening, which was oozing with her fluids, and impaled herself all the way in one go, giving a scream as she reached her orgasm. I watched her in ecstasy. She was highly aroused, her breasts swollen, and her hard nipples standing out amidst her flushed breasts. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes closed, her nostrils dilated, and her mouth was ajar. I caressed her skin, which was very sensitive. I grabbed her breasts and massaged them, pinching her nipples lightly from time to time with my fingers. She kept going up and down on my cock as she linked one orgasm with another, until I exploded again, spurting cum into her soaking wet vagina, cum that then flowed down into my crotch.

As before, it was a very intense, special experience, like I had rarely had before.

After enjoying the sensations of our coupled bodies for a while, she lay down next to me again, caressing and kissing me.

While I was enjoying her attentions, thinking about the intensity of the experience, other similar experiences came to my mind.

I remembered the times, when she was at university, when she would meet with her theatre club to rehearse. At the end of the rehearsal, they used to go for a drink and a chat. It was her personal time and space, and I didn't attend. I felt left out, perhaps insecure, and jealous that she might like a fellow student with whom she shared a love of theatre, perhaps even hugging and kissing in a scene. When she came home and we hugged, I felt happy, all my insecurity forgotten.

I especially remembered some fierce fights we had had, especially in those early years when severe economic hardship made us particularly prone to quarrelling. After the quarrels, we sometimes spent the whole day without speaking to each other, sulking, grumpy, and eating separately. At night, we each lay on our own side of the bed, facing away from each other. But sometimes we would brush against each other without realizing it; the warm touch of each other's skin would make us turn; we would start kissing, caressing each other, asking each other for forgiveness and forgiving each other, laughing like children; and on those nights, we would make love like never before, as if for the first time. Sometimes, as much as I suffered from the arguments, I even thought it was worth fighting, just for the sweetness of the reconciliations.

I thought I had felt that sense of loss and wonderful recovery today.

After a while, gradually, Mary's caresses became more and more intense; her kisses up and down my body became licks on my cock, which she began to suck until it was erect. She then lay down next to me and said in a husky, excited voice, "Fuck me, Charley; I want to feel you inside me; I want to feel you come on top of me and slowly penetrate me until you cum again."

I didn't need any more; it was the third time in a short time, but I was very aroused. I got on top of her and slowly penetrated her. I stayed for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation, looking into her eyes, enjoying the sight of her lips, her nose, her sensitive ears, which I couldn't help but pounce on and nibble, her rounded shoulders, and her breasts. Then I slowly began to pull my cock out and in, moving faster and faster, harder and harder, and firmer.

I felt a primal, animal instinct compelling me to claim this 'territory' as my own, just as wolves mark their territory by peeing on rocks and trees. She was my 'female' and, at the same time, the woman I loved, the one I desired madly.

She hugged me tightly, her arms around my torso, her legs wide open to facilitate penetration, and her feet holding my buttocks. She was whispering, "Fuck me, Charley. Fuck me hard. I love you... Fuck me... I want to feel you cum inside me..."

We went on like that for a long time until we both reached orgasm simultaneously. Intense, explosive, and overwhelming.

We dropped off exhausted and fell asleep, cuddling together until the next day.

The next day, after showering together, we went for breakfast at a nearby café and then took the car back to our hometown. The whole time, we didn't talk about the night before.

In the car, Mary said to me, "We haven't talked about what happened with Matthew, and you haven't asked me any questions. Are you afraid to talk about it? Or is it out of respect for me that you expect me to talk?"

"Maybe a little bit of everything. From what I heard on the cell phone, I kind of know what you did."

"Well, for starters, since men always worry about that subject, I'll tell you that he doesn't have a longer cock than you," she said, smiling and managing to break the tension that hung over the subject of her encounter with Matthew. "Although I can tell you it's a bit thicker," she added, with a mischievous grin.

"And no, he's not better than you in bed; he's just very different," she said in conclusion.

"Did you enjoy the experience?" I asked.

"Yes, very much; it was very intense, something very different from when I had sex with you. I can never thank you enough. You are sweet, you care about me, you respect me, and you know what I like and what turns me on. He's more domineering, more aggressive, just looking to let off his load; for him, we women are probably just 'holes with legs'."

"And you don't mind?"

"No, I told you that, for an encounter like this, I also saw him as an instrument of pleasure, like a vibrator. The thing is, he probably thinks the same way in everyday life, not just in sexual encounters. Besides, I didn't meet him. Molly met him. That was another thing that intensified the experience. During the meeting, I was a different person, with different ideas. I could do whatever I wanted; nobody knows me; I could act like I might never act in 'real life'. I can be with a man who is a bit of a brute and be treated as a 'sex object', something that, as Mary, I wouldn't admit.

"In a way, it's like I'm playing a computer game, the kind where you're a pirate raiding ships or a gangster. In those games, you steal, you kill people, you fight... You behave like you would never behave in real life. When I'm Molly, I feel like I'm free to do things I wouldn't do as Mary.

"And as for sex with him, remember that time when we were into Indian food? It was strong, spicy food. We were eating it for a while until we were saturated. Sex with Matthew is like Indian food—strong, intense, and spicy. It wouldn't last a lifetime, not even a few months. You're like the stews my mother cooks, like my father's pot roast, like the apple pie my grandmother used to make me. Something that I adore, that I enjoy very much, that I will never tire of, and that makes me feel 'at home'."

"So I'm like an apple pie," I replied, smiling.

"Well, not just any apple pie; my grandmother's apple pie was second to none, the best in the whole area. And besides, you know I have a very sweet tooth," Mary replied with a smile.

"So your fantasy has come true now?"

"Yes, totally. I know what it's like to be with a man other than you, and I can tell you that it reaffirms to me how happy I am with you. And besides, it makes me feel inside that I am still attractive and that I can provoke desire in men. I can't thank you enough for your generosity and understanding. It must have been hard for you."

"I've had a bit of a hard time, although you know what? Meeting you and making love made me forget all about it. It was like when we had a fight and made up. Not only was the sex extraordinary, but I felt so close to you, like I haven't felt in a long time."

"I'm so glad it wasn't just satisfying for me. I felt something like that, too. I haven't felt so close to you for a long time."

"And, one question: does that comparison with our Indian food dread mean that you would want to repeat?" I asked, intrigued.

"I haven't given it much thought, and I wouldn't dare ask you, but if you agree, yes, I think I'd like to repeat some more. It would add a little 'spice' to our games. And besides, he seems to have a lot of experience, and I could learn a few things. He said that some girlfriends he's had have learned to deepthroat. Would you like me to learn it and do it to you?"

"Of course I would like to," I replied, imagining it, "though it is a little difficult for me to see you with him again. On the other hand, the truth is that I think that if, in return, we have a reencounter as we have today, it is worth it. It's been a long time since I've felt so good with you, in every way."

"So you would like me to make an appointment for next Friday?"

"All right. When we get tired, we'll call it quits. And one thing: if you have more encounters with him, I'd rather be present than imagine what might happen. Besides, this way, I can watch you enjoy your fantasy."

"Perfect. And don't worry; he won't replace you in bed or in my heart. And speaking of bed, and fantasies, we'll keep playing with the cock cage, won't we?"

"Yes."

"Well, then, I hope you enjoyed our night of sex, because I'll put it on when I get home, and you'll have to wait until next Friday to have an orgasm."

To be continued. Chapter 7. Matthew and Buck