Chapter 10

“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”
― Edmund Burke

“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.”
― Andy Warhol, The Philosophy of Andy Warhol

“Learn from the mistakes of others. You can never live long enough to make them all yourself.”
― Groucho Marx

“The test of any counsel or proverb is this: does it acknowledge the world as it is, or does it pretend that it is something else? If the former, it is excellent counsel. If the latter, it is pure and often reckless folly. Empathy is the golden rule, but objective realism is ironclad.” - Col. Jack Harrison

I awoke the next morning in the midst of two very naked bodies, just as I wished. I didn’t bother to check whose they were. I would find out soon enough and I was ready to get up and piss, anyway. I relieved myself in a hurry and jumped into the shower, only to hear the buzzing of my cell phone. I ignored it for now, not being in a mood to deal with whomever it was right then. It was a Saturday morning, after all. I didn’t need to interrupt my shower to answer a goddamn phone.

I felt very relaxed with surprising speed, not that I was that stressed so soon after I awoke. I enjoyed the shower and its hot jets, though I quickly realized that I wasn’t alone after more than a minute or so. I felt two soft hands caress my body and I reached out to return the favor, finding out quickly that two people were in the shower with me. They kissed me from both directions, of course. The second pair of hands belonged to a dude, but by now, that didn’t bother me. I was used to embracing my latent bisexuality, and frankly, coupling with couples was a huge draw, regardless of the sexes involved.

Then again, were they really couples if we in the inner circle were all one big group affair? Honestly, who cared, I decided, even as I found myself washing them while they washed me, our hands tangling together as much as our tongues. Whoever they were, they did a great job, just as I did, though there was considerable pleasure involved in the task, so that helped. I caressed their buttocks as well as their genitals while washing them, even as they did to me.

“So, you enjoyed that, did you?” Stacey teased me while Dale and she fondled me and I them.

“Oh, definitely. Were you my last intimate partners last night?” I asked her directly.

“Yes, we were, and we certainly hope for an encore, in case you missed it, Master,” Stacey told me with a very passionate kiss, “in case you wondered, both of you guys Topped and bottomed. I think that Dale figured out, though, that bottoming is better for him. Topping is just for a change of scenery now and then. I’m hardly shocked by that, of course. You’re naturally more of the Dom type, certainly more of a Top, though vers enough to shake things up on occasion.”

“You had me over an ottoman, and oh, fuck, it was amazing, the way that you drove deep inside my ass ... it was proper buggery, no doubt of that. I felt it ... hell, I think that Stacey felt it!” Dale laughed as he took the reality of our new dynamic in stride.

“Well, you guys are married to me now, at least in spirit. I look forward to making that official, once that becomes possible. I’m sure that Nina and the others do, too. What about you? What did we do together, babe?” I now asked Stacey.

“What didn’t we do ... we all did everything to each other, including pegging, I might add. But I must confess that my favorite part was you inside me from behind, up my ass, while my sweet hubby was inside my cunt. Double penetration has a particular potential for pleasure, to put it mildly. I feel sore as fuck, even now, but I crave even more of that,” Stacey told me with a very steamy kiss.

That was when my phone buzzed again, even as we got out and the couple dried me ... and each other off. I answered the phone, realizing that it was apparently urgent. I looked down and didn’t recognize the number, but so be it. I cleared my throat as I awaited the other person’s identification. I sighed a bit as I realized that it was an area code. How many Britons still had my number?

“Bruce Alton,” I finally broke the ice.

“Bruce, love, it’s me, Christine,” my ex-wife informed me with a surprising endearment, even for an Englishwoman.

“Ah, the ex. How is life treating you and the other petticoat despots?” I asked her with plenty of sarcasm.

“Well, I wish that I could tell that it was all swell and dandy, but you surely can see from the news that things have taken a real downturn. I can’t make heads or tails of it. One minute, we’re the new ruling class, the new elite, and the very next, it’s falling apart at the seams. I just don’t ... I don’t get it. How did it go so wrong, and all so fast? It doesn’t make sense at all. We’re liberating everyone from the shackles of patriarchy, even the menfolk. Something doesn’t add up at all,” my ex ranted with a strong hint of fear as well as disenchantment.