Page 42 of The Holy Grail

Gwen and the end, Part II

Jules cocked her head as she looked at Malcom.

She probably shouldn’t have been surprised at that, but she kind of was.

Not to mention she actually felt slightly put off at the thought of watching him have sex with another woman, and Jules was only dating him for Christ’s sake.

“Is this what you were referring to when you said, ‘She wanted more than you were willing to give’?” she asked, repeating what he’d said to her about Gwen in regard to the end of his marriage.

“Unfortunately, no,” he replied with a sigh before continuing.

“Now, at this point, I was starting to have some serious qualms about what we were doing, how far it was going to go, and for how long. I mean, was our new normal going to forever include other, random people? Because I really wasn’t wanting that.

So, I was against fucking another woman, because that really seemed like something we shouldn’t be doing, but every concern I had was ridiculed and shot down.

Gwen wouldn’t let it go. She wanted us to ‘take the next step’, which she was sure I’d enjoy, since I’d enjoyed all the other stuff we’d done.

Plus, several of her friends had done it as well and really enjoyed it—”

“Jesus, her friends are … well, that’s all I’m going to say.”

Slightly amused since Jules hadn’t really said anything, he continued. “So … we did it. We chose Zoe from the website and met at a hotel—always a different one, to be discreet—and Gwen watched me have sex with her.”

“How was that? ”

“Well, Gwen wanted Zoe to be on top and Gwen ended up playing with Zoe from behind while she was riding me—”

“Playing with her? Like fingering her?”

“Yes. I could see everything, and for the most part it was good.”

Jules lay there, trying to imagine that lifestyle—heading out on a Friday night to go watch your husband fuck a woman that wasn’t you, and being really into it. “What wasn’t good about it?”

“Just the feeling of being on display, I guess.” He paused, then asked, “Have you ever been in a situation like that?”

“You mean a threesome?”

“Yes.”

“No, I’ve never done that.”

“Have you ever wanted to?”

“Is that your way of asking if I’d want to watch you with another woman?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, I don’t know if that would interest me, to be honest. I mean, I have an abundance of self-esteem, but—”

“Really? Where have you been hiding it?”

The joke, delivered with the dryness of the Sahara Desert, had Jules cracking up.

When she was done, she continued. “Like I was saying, I have an abundance of self-esteem, but I’ve never been good at sharing.

That could be because I was an only child and sharing didn’t come into play very often, but I don’t know if I could ever share you with anyone. ”

He lifted his hand, which was still entwined with hers and raised it so he could kiss her knuckles. “I don’t know if I could share you, either.”

“So … what happened next? Did Gwen take her turn with another man?” Jules asked lightly, even though the subject matter was serious.

“Actually, no. Gwen wanted to watch me fuck the same woman, this time from behind.”

“Did Gwen join in again?”

“Yes. And this time she played with me. She kneeled beside me on the bed and held onto my balls almost the entire time, kind of squeezing, and when I was getting ready to come, she had me pull out. She then removed the condom and jerked me off until I came on the woman’s back. ”

For a second, Jules pictured herself in place of the escort, with Malcom behind her … and minus Gwen, of course. It was an oddly titillating image, and she almost missed what he said next.

“We experimented with Zoe about a dozen times—”

“Jesus, really?”

“Yeah. Looking back I think it was on purpose, to get me used to it, to where it started to seem normal, you know? Because it was starting to feel normal to have a third person involved with us.”

“Can I cut in again?”

“Sure.”

“What was your sex life with Gwen like at this point, when it was just the two of you?” Jules asked. She figured it might be too personal, but it was her belief you never got answers to questions you didn’t ask, so there was no harm in asking.

“It was different than it used to be,” he replied slowly.

“It was like she wasn’t really into it unless we were involving another person, so we didn’t have regular sex very often, because it wasn’t as exciting or fulfilling to her.

Once we incorporated a third person, it fundamentally changed the landscape of our marriage. ”

“Did it feel like you were drifting apart?”

“It did,” Malcom confirmed. “We had a few discussions about it, but my concerns were always brushed aside, and when Gwen told me it was my turn to watch her fuck another man, I wasn’t surprised. It had pretty much run its course with Zoe, so … it was time to move on.”

“But you weren’t loving the thought of it?”

“Not really, no. But I agreed, because in the end, it was only fair.”

Jules thought about all that for a moment, then asked, “So … did she pick out a guy from the website?”

“She looked, but apparently none of the men were what she was looking for, so her plan stalled for a while. Then, one night she wanted to go out for a couple of drinks and we ended up in a bar downtown. We sat at one end of the bar, and before we’d even ordered anything, Gwen was telling me she’d found her guy. ”

“Really? That seems extraordinarily fast.”

“It was one of the bartenders. And even though we’d agreed everything that happened would be with someone from the escort service, she was adamant about this guy.

So, after we ordered our drinks and he brought them to us, the three of us started talking—well, it was mostly her and him, but you get the picture.

Anyway, Gwen told the bartender we were looking for someone to experiment with and asked if he’d be interested.

At first he thought it was going to be a three-way, but she told him I was mainly going to watch him have sex with Gwen. ”

Something in his voice made her ask, “Was he disappointed by that?”

“He seemed to be, yes. But he agreed, and the three of us met a week later in a hotel, and I watched the two of them … fuck.”

“What was that like for you? Being on the other end?”

“It was a little unsettling,” he said quietly. “But … not as bad as I thought it would be. He was very charismatic and charming, and I know this is going to sound really weird, but I was drawn to that in a way. He just had that ‘it’ factor.”

“It doesn’t sound weird. I know someone like that.”

“You have it, too.”

“I do?”

“You do.”

“Well, thank you, I guess.”

“You’re welcome.” He gave her a quick kiss.

“Anyway, that first time was … entertaining … for lack of a better word. His lack of self-consciousness and sense of humor really neutralized all the awkwardness. He was chatty, with both of us, and while he didn’t say so outright, I got the distinct feeling he’d been in threesomes before and really enjoyed them. ”

“Sounds like Gwen picked the right man for the job, then.”

Malcom nodded in agreement. “He seemed to know what he was doing, too.”

“Oh?”

“He had good moves. Good form.”

“Good form?”

“I mean, whatever he did, he looked good doing it.”

“For example?”

“For example, he had Gwen on her back, with her feet in the air—” he broke off.

“Keep going. I’m not squeamish about this.”

“All right. So, he had Gwen on her back with her feet in the air, and it was like watching really good porn.”

“Did you get hard watching them? ”

There was a pause, and then, “Yes. I was a little conflicted by that until he turned to me and said he knew I was only supposed to be there for ‘the show’ but asked if I would be so kind as to come over and suck on my wife’s tits or something, because my just sitting there, watching, was starting to ‘kill the vibe’. ”

Unable to stop herself, Jules chuckled. “Really?”

“Really.”

“I’m sorry, but that’s pretty funny.”

“Don’t be sorry, it was funny. He was a funny guy.”

Something in his tone made Jules look up at Malcom. “You liked him, didn’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you liked him as a person.”

Malcom’s expression became guarded. “I did. He was an easy person to like, and we kind of became … friends … during our time together.”

“And how long was that?”

“Almost four months.”

Jules was struck speechless for several seconds. “Four months ? Holy shit.”

“We only got together about a dozen times, but it got spread out because of his schedule,” Malcom clarified quickly. “He worked a lot of nights and sometimes his nights off didn’t work for us, so … four months.”

“Okay, that makes sense,” she said. “So tell me more about this friendship …”

“Well, he didn’t like me being on the sidelines and made sure I was involved and a part of it, every time.”

“You enjoyed it.”

“I did. Maybe too much.” He paused for a few seconds, then continued.

“When it was over, I actually felt a little … discombobulated. I told Gwen we needed to regroup and regain our footing, take a break from what we were doing and go back to being a regular, married couple. I didn’t want either one of us to have sex with other people anymore, and she wasn’t happy with that.

She said it wasn’t solely my decision to make, and things were pretty tense between us for several weeks.

I thought things would eventually get back to normal, but that hope got shit on when she told me she’d found another guy. ”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. This time it was without me—which really pissed me off. When I asked her where she’d found him, she said it was while she was having lunch with Megan at Chili’s.”

“Chili’s? ”

“Yes.”

“Hmm, okay.”

“I told her I didn’t like any of this, and she said I was going to have to get used to it.

If I didn’t want to have sex with other women, that was my decision to make, and she would respect that.

However, she wanted to continue having sex with other men, which was her decision to make, and I needed to respect that.

And if I couldn’t, then we were going to have problems.”

Jules wasn’t quite sure what to say to that, so she remained silent.

“Well, the last thing I wanted to do was drag my ass to another hotel room, but I wasn’t going to let Gwen meet up with the Chili’s guy alone, so she and I went together.

He was nothing like the bartender, which surprised me.

This guy was kind of rough and … dominant …

I guess you’d say. He ordered her around and really manhandled her, you know, like pushing her to her knees and pretty much fucking her mouth with his dick until her eyes were watering and she was gagging.

It was actually hard for me to watch, mainly because Gwen was obviously enjoying it, but also because he was hung like a prize bull—”

“Jesus.”

“Is that a good ‘Jesus’ or a bad ‘Jesus’?”

“Bad.”

“Are you saying that just to make me feel better?”

It seemed like he was trying to lighten the moment, so Jules said, “I would never compromise my integrity like that. Too much dick is too much dick, no matter where you put it, if you get my drift.”

“I get it.” He chuckled softly and kissed her forehead.

“So, after she gave him a blow job, I thought that might be the end because it would be weird to hang out and wait for him to get another hard-on, but he wasn’t done.

He threw her onto the bed like a doll and told her he wanted her on hands and knees, and at first I was thinking he was going to fuck her from behind, but then he grabbed some lube and starting prepping her for—”

“Anal?”

“Yeah. Now, Gwen and I have never done that with each other—or with anyone else, for that matter—so I had several major concerns.”

“I can imagine.”

“At that point, I intervened and asked if this was something she really wanted, because it seemed inconceivable to me she’d do this for the first time with a guy she’d met at Chili’s, instead of with her husband, but she did want it.

She’d apparently asked him to fuck her ass when they set the meeting up. ”

“Whoa.”

“The Chili’s guy now had two fingers in her ass, and I was legitimately wondering if I could actually stomach this, and Gwen told me if I couldn’t handle it, I could leave, because it was going to happen, no matter what.

I could tell she meant it, and I could tell this really wasn’t about her and me anymore—if it ever had been—and it was just about her and what she wanted.

But, I wasn’t going to leave her alone with the Chili’s guy, unsupervised during anal sex, so I stayed and listened to her loving every goddamn, brutal minute of it.

“It seemed to last forever, of course, but the absolute worst part was watching my wife possibly having the most intense orgasm of her life … while calling out another man’s name as he pounded her ass.”

That really sounded like a nightmare to Jules, no two ways about it. “I’m sorry, Mal. That’s really fucked up.”

He paused for a long moment, and his voice was heavy when he finished with, “At the end, Chili’s guy pulled out, flipped her over and ripped off his condom, then proceeded to come all over her face.

When he was done, Gwen looked over at me with this unbelievably pleased expression, and I knew, without a doubt, this is what she wanted our marriage to look like.

And that was more than I was willing to give her. ”