Chapter 4

When Nina and I awoke again, we were famished, but we managed to shower and groom ourselves well enough first. Like any self-respecting lass, she freshened up quite well, even if she also teased me a bit in both the shower and vanity. More than once, she bent over in the shower and let me see the crack of her arse as well as her delectable buttocks. She even made a point of shaving her legs and her armpits, as if an act of defiance against the hairy underarm crowd now taking charge in London. What shocked me most was when she asked me to shave her cunny and her arsehole. She wanted to be smooth as silk and she was, much to my delight.

“It still tickles a bit, but I like it! Did you enjoy playing with my bum?” Nina winked at me as she asked me that, knowing very well that I did.

“Well, it’s a rather nice bottom that you have, love. Very plush. Smooth, sleek ... earthy. Dusky, if you will. I must confess that I would enjoy plowing the backfield, to say the least. Though it’s your bum, so I wouldn’t presume to take it for granted,” I said, even as I fondled it a little.

“No, darling, this is your arse now. You own it. Claim it. It’s yours. Sure, I’ll lend it out now and then to others, but never forget that I shall bring it right back home to its rightful owner, namely you. This cunny is yours, too, you know. All the others shall get your leavings. You get the top billing, love, of me, and probably of Tanveet when she arrives. Trust me, where I am, she’ll pop up, sooner or later. Pretty pence to the wager that she’ll present herself as soon as she can. She always shared my weakness for pale cock,” Nina assured me as she joined me at the hotel kitchen for that continental breakfast.

“Are you British?” I heard a Yank lady ask both of us, to which we nodded.

“You’re not ... going back after those silly cunts won that election, are you? It’d be a shame to lock that up and never use it again!” the woman pointed to my bulge, which was admittedly on display through my khakis.

“No, definitely not going back! Nor is she. My wife’s none too happy, but she shouldn’t have voted for New Order then, should she? I’d be a fool to go home to that kind of cold welcome,” I admitted, putting a smile on the stranger’s face.

“I should add, however, that Nina here is my new girlfriend, fiancee, even though she’s the very understanding sort, as am I. We have an arrangement concerning others. We’re both far too slutty to be faithful, I must confess. She’s a better fit than Christine in so many different ways, aren’t you darling? A good thing, as I’d miss her sweet Punjabi arse for sure,” I elaborated, making the new lady go from disappointed to relieved just like that.

“Nina Kaur, incidentally. And yes, we have such a pact between us, though I maintain that he’s still my King and I’m his princess. I belong to him first and would much rather service him than dominate some wimp back home,” Nina offered her hand, which the other woman took and actually kissed.

“I actually hoped for two for the price of one. I’m definitely bi myself, and a bit on the slutty side. I’m married, but the hubby doesn’t ask questions, basically looks the other way, so I return the favor. Are you bi, by any chance?” the woman asked Nina, “by the way, my name’s Heather Sanchez.”

“Bruce Alton,” I formally introduced myself, “and Nina has told me that she is bi, though she hasn’t mentioned a lot of ladies yet.”

“No, but I’m more than willing to give it a good go. Why not? We can swim together, shower together, and then fuck together. You still want to swim, right, love?” Nina asked me over breakfast, giving me the best doey eyes and pouty lips.

“Naturally, not to mention other things that we can do, in fact. The three of us could make a whole day of it if you wish, Mrs. Sanchez,” I assured both ladies.

“Okay, but I plan to keep my wedding band on the whole time. I love thinking of my hubby while I spread my legs for others. It reminds me of what a great man he is and why I always want to put him first, even as I cheat on him. Maybe I’ll call him while you’re fucking me, stud,” Heather licked her lips at that prospect.

“Wow, you definitely have an interesting marriage, no doubt of that! I think that cheating makes you a lot happier with him than otherwise, so it works out for both of you. Society tells you that straying from the marriage bed is always harmful, but my life experience often says otherwise. If it weren’t for New Order, Christine and I might well have continued for a while, though hopefully at some point, I’d have taken Nina as my lover. I think that she’ll work out better, though, as a wife. She knows what kind of a bloke I am and I know what kind of dame she is. It just works!” I remarked while downing my orange juice.

“Yes, well, with my husband, when I get home from these little trips and rejoin him in bed, I go out of my way to rock his world. I don’t ask if he’s better with other women. I don’t care to ask. I don’t get all hypocritical and suspicious and start trailing him or whatever. Nor does he seem to do so with me. I think that he does cheat, though, but I’m not sure if it’s for revenge or for fun. Either way, whatever makes him that easygoing, amorous man that he is, who never questions or interrogates me about my affairs, I’m more than happy with it.

“We Americans have a saying, ‘If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.’ This simply means, why mess with a good thing? My cheating makes me better company for everyone, more relaxed and satisfied, not frustrated. His cheating presumably has the same or a similar effect on him, mellows him out while still making him hot and bothered in all the right ways,” Heather explained with a wink for both of us.

“Have you ever considered an open marriage? Or polyamory?” I wondered aloud.

“Sure, but at the moment, I’m just enjoying our little game of cat and mouse or whatever it is, between Fernando and myself. I sometimes think that denial is how he copes with it, the issue of pride or machismo in his case, the hot Latin blood coursing through his veins. It’s just how he is. Like I said, why mess with it? We just close our eyes and say it isn’t so. So, am I invited to join you guys, vato?” Heather asked me while playing footsie with both of us.

“Yes, love, you’ll more than do,” I assured her.

“Darling, he completely speaks for me, you know. I’m his princess, his slut, and quite frankly, his love slave. I’m absolutely in thrall to this chap. I’m his bitch and I don’t care who knows it,” Nina declared for Heather’s benefit as well as mine, “in fact, I rather enjoy it.”

“Well, in that case, we’re still a bit too stuffed for the pool. How about we just sit here for a little while, chat, digest our breakfast, and watch some TV? The pool can wait for that,” I proposed, getting plenty of support for that idea.

That was when the news anchor flashed an update, “This just in. A special session of the Russian Duma has been called to impose punitive sanctions on the United Kingdom for ‘installing a government bent on self-destruction, unnatural practices, and the oppression of half of the populace.’ Citing worries for Russian nationals in Great Britain, President Putin has ordered all Russians to come home and has even recalled the Ambassador from London as well as expelled the British Ambassador from Moscow. He has further declared that ‘no Englishman living in fear of reprisals need stay in that godforsaken country. They can apply for asylum in Mother Russia, knowing that in her bosom, they shall have safety.’

“This has been taken as an invitation, even to British diplomats, to defect to Russia. For this and other such measures, the new British Prime Minister, in a very strident set of remarks, blasted President Putin for ‘meddling in the internal affairs of a sovereign nation-state, and a leading world power at that. It is typical machismo and bravado on his part, conventional MDDM, as in male-dominated decision-making. He should learn not to interfere with the superior social order created by our New Order, a gynocratic model of society built upon the truth of female supremacy.’

“This is, of course, one of a series of punitive measures by foreign governments of late to take what the South Korean President called ‘corrective action against the fascist regime now taking over a once civilized and democratic nation.’ Yes, South Korea’s own actions have mirrored those of Japan, Russia, India, Turkey, Israel, Iran, and several other nations who, in the words of Ayatollah Ali Khamenei of Iran, ‘must nip this wicked and despicable, Satanic, radical feminist agenda in the bud.’

“It has been far more difficult for Commonwealth countries with long-standing ties to the UK to take more drastic steps such as these, but already the European Union Commission has met in a secret session to consider its next moves toward Great Britain, and the Pope has issued an encyclical from Rome demanding that ‘the human rights of all Britons and immigrants, including men, be respected in all aspects.’ While few, if any, members of the new government are Catholic, and even fewer would be devout if they were, it is likely that the Vatican will take dramatic steps to discourage Catholics from staying in the UK and to encourage them to put up some kind of resistance to New Order rule.

“The Senate is already preparing hearings over the future of Anglo-American relations, with both parties eager to put distance between themselves and the New Order regime forming in the UK. Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell and Minority Leader Chuck Schumer have issued a joint-communique denouncing the ‘repressive measures intended to reduce half of the British population to slavery.’ Former Vice-President Joe Biden, Senators Bernie Sanders, Cory Booker, and Elizabeth Warren, Congresswoman Tulsi Gabbard, Congressman Beto O’Rourke, former HUD Secretary Julian Castro, businessman Andrew Yang, and South Bend Mayor Pete Buttigieg have all condemned the New Order regime, as have President Donald Trump, former South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford, former Congressman Joe Walsh, and former Massachusetts Governor William Weld.