Page 41 of The Holy Grail

“Gwen grew increasingly disappointed with me,” Malcom said.

“And she had this way of making me feel like I was the problem, until part of me started to believe I was being stupid, because if she didn’t see it as infidelity, why should I?

My reasons for not wanting to do it obviously didn’t hold any value to her, but her reasons for wanting to do it did hold value, so I set my reasons aside and …

gave in. I told Gwen I was going to pick the woman, and I think I was hoping my choosing her would make Gwen feel jealous or something, but it didn’t bother her at all.

In fact, she took it as a sign I was now into it.

“So, we sat down one night with glasses of wine and checked out the website. It was very professional—classy, even—and had options for almost anything you could want.”

“Like what?”

“Like adding a woman for a threesome, or a man. You could make a foursome, too. You could hire someone to be on the receiving end. You could hire someone to be rough with you, tie you up, whatever. There were white, black, Asian, and Hispanic women and men to choose from, as well as women and men with tattoos and piercings. You name it.”

“So, who did you pick? What was her name? ”

“Lola. According to the website, that is.”

“Lola … Lola. You know, I feel like anyone named Lola would be hot, just because that’s a great name.”

Malcom chuckled, because what a conversation to be having with his girlfriend. “She was hot. She had brown hair and light blue eyes … but the thing that captured my attention was her mouth. Her lips were very full and she had a great smile.”

“So, how much did Lola cost?”

“Three hundred dollars, excluding her tip.” Then, somewhat dryly, he added, “Plus the hotel room, which was another two hundred.”

“Holy shit. Really?”

“Really.”

“That’s an expensive blow job.” When he didn’t respond to what was obviously a rhetorical statement, she asked, “Was Lola worth it?”

After a bit of a pause, he replied, “Yes.”

Lowering her voice, she mused softly, “You must have enjoyed it, then.”

“Yes, I enjoyed it,” he confirmed, equally as softly.

Then, even though he’d had no intention of sharing all the details, he found himself spilling them all in a rush.

“She was very skilled at it, and it was … erotic … in an illicit, dark kind of way, with Gwen watching. She sat on a chair across the room while Lola undressed me, and at first, I was a little self-conscious being naked in front of a stranger. I wasn’t, uh, hard yet, but as I sat on the bed and Lola removed her clothes, I started to become hard.

When she got down on her knees and those lips wrapped around my cock, I began giving in to the moment, and it wasn’t long before Gwen joined me on the bed and got involved—”

“How involved?”

“Kissing me, mostly, but also keeping Lola’s hair out of the way so we could really see what she was doing … and sometimes Gwen would, you know, direct the action a little bit.”

“Direct it in what way?”

“Making Lola go faster, or slower, or deeper. That kind of thing.”

“Hmm, okay.”

“When it was over, Gwen kissed Lola right in front of me, with a whole lot of tongue, and it was … hot as fuck. The next time—”

“There was a next time?”

“Yes, with another woman from the website. Her name was Margot. ”

“Margot? I’m picturing a tall blonde with green eyes ... am I close?”

“You’re way off. Black hair and brown eyes,” he said. “Anyway, Gwen decided to be really involved during this blow job, and she and Margot kind of took turns with me.”

“You mean like they were sharing your cock? Passing it back and forth?”

“Yes. And sometimes, uh, working on me at the same time.”

Jules thought about that for a moment, then murmured, “Damn.”

“It was … quite an experience.”

“I’ll bet.”

He took a deep breath before continuing. “So, after that night, we slowly started experimenting a little more, this time with a couple of men. For Gwen.”

“You watched men go down on her?”

“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Not at first, no. It was kind of uncomfortable seeing another guy licking my wife’s pussy while he finger-fucked her, and seeing how much she enjoyed it.

I know she didn’t experience the same discomfort watching me with the other women, so I tried to get into the mindset that what we were doing was erotic, and I should enjoy it.

So, when she encouraged me to participate, I did. ”

“Participate, how?”

Malcom cleared his throat, to dislodge some of his self-consciousness.

“By, you know, kissing her, and sucking on her nipples. That helped make the experience more enjoyable, because being actively involved was better than being an observer, and made it less morally uncomfortable, if that makes any sense. Looking back, though … I think that’s how I got played. ”

“Played?”

“Yes. I think I was the frog in the pot of water, and she was slowly turning up the heat. Because it wasn’t long before Gwen said she wanted to watch me have sex with another woman.”