Chapter 5

“Well, that was ... pretty sweet!” Eddie smiled.

I smiled back as I lifted my well-fucked wife off the bed and she planted the steamiest kiss on me of our marriage. Her body melted into mine for just a moment there, her tongue entangled with mine as well, her lips fused to mine, our mouths forming a seamless union now. I carried her to the living room as Eddie turned off the camcorder for now.

“I’ll have some edits to do here or there, but so far ... I say that we should scrap the first plan and turn this into a bisexual gang-bang and orgy marathon special. Wow ... just wow. That was probably the wildest, most intense group sex flick I’ve ever directed so far in my career. So far, and I think that it will only get more so.

“Her original idea was just a sex tape for the two of you, but she came around to the potential, as I think have you. There was just ... so much raw emotion and originality, creativity tied up in a loving wife and husband setting each other up for diverse gang-bangs for their own pleasure as well as theirs. So much love and intimacy involved here, amplified by the bareback aspect of it,” Eddie explained his thinking now.

“I’ve rarely seen compersion so well demonstrated with so few words, that’s for sure,” Darius added his thoughts as we sat and unwound.

Britta-Lise sat very gingerly on my lap, her kisses still peppering my lips, cheeks, chin, and forehead. Her tears fell upon my face, too, her body sweating profusely as she shook and squirmed in my arms. The implications of what we had just done fully sunk in by now. We were not just swingers or a couple with an open marriage or a bunch of hall passes. We were now a porn star couple, both of us, and we had committed ourselves to this way of life fully. We had embraced the joys of sharing our intimacy on film and there was no turning back.

“I think that ... we’ve started to reach ... a new ... compact or covenant or something like that. A pact. A deal. A grand bargain. We have, by mutual consent, turned over custody of our various body parts, or perhaps rights to them or something like that, to each other, for the purpose of sharing rather than hoarding, am I right?

“We have agreed that I have the right to ... share your pussy, mouth, and ass ... with whomever I wish, is that so? Are we clearly in accord on that point? I could instruct you to suck off thirty men and you’d do it, am I right? I could decide that I want you airtight, pulling one train after another, make you lez it out with another woman, anything else ... and of course, I get permanent, totally, unconditional to your three holes, among other things, including the right to sex of any kind on demand? Even when we’re pissed at each other?” I stipulated now, even as I rather unfairly fondled her flesh.

“Especially when we’re pissed at each other. That’s the best time to fuck of all ... talk about a release of tensions, don’t you think? Why else is make-up sex the best feature of the serious romance, to paraphrase George Costanza? I hope that whenever I’ve angered you, you’ll raw-dog me within an inch of my life, plow my holes, bend me over, spank me, and ravage my body as a slut like me deserves. No, honey, there’s no need to fear that I’ll ever cut you off, for any reason at all.

“My body, my flesh, all of us ... belongs to you. Forever. Without conditions, rules, boundaries, requirements, etc. I meant what I said, baby. I’m yours. I’ve surrendered all of me, wholesale, to your ownership, custody, and possession ... for life. I’m all yours ... until I draw my last breath, I’m your property. For eternity, even, if I have any say about that.

“I offer my complete, abject submission to you for the rest of my days. My allegiance is all to you, my fealty, my utter subjection without any demands in return,” my precious wife now revealed the full extent to which she yielded to my command ... in perpetuity.

“And in exchange... , “ I started to say, but my wife stopped me with a kiss, as she wasn’t done yet.

“Honey, how I’ve thought of it is ... if I belong to you ... I’m already a part of you. By that logic, you already belong to me, too. All of me is yours, because I’m attached to you, in body, soul, and spirit. We are woven, even fused, seamlessly into one being, one entity. What’s mine is yours, without conditions. What’s yours is mine, also without conditions. It is a microcosm of the world in Schopenhaeur’s view. I am of you ... I am you. You are of me ... You are me. There can be no moment when what is done to me isn’t also done to you and vice versa.

“It is on that basis that I stake my claim to possession of you ... and all that you are, and on that basis that I propose that I indeed have the right to share you as I please. With whomever I please. Because we are one, a part of each other. Each woman or man who enjoys your body enjoys mine, too. Each person enjoys my body enjoys yours as well. What you experience, what pleases you, what excites you and thrills you, that I also experience, that also pleases me, that also excites me, that also thrills me.

“That, to me, is why compersion is the most beautiful thing of all, well alongside empathy. It is a positive expression or form of empathy. It is an acknowledgement that we are not separate persons at all, with separate and distinct identities. We are one, a whole that is greater than the sum of our parts. We are Plato’s ugliest beast. We are the beast with two backs. We are a collective, dear. We are a community of two. Perhaps, someday, we might even become a community of three or more. Who knows?

“Jealousy, on the other hand ... jealousy is a thief, a liar, and a cheat, depriving us of the fruits of compersion and the bonds of unlimited intimacy. Jealousy tells us that some things are mine and some are yours, when in fact all of it belongs to all of us. Paramours and sharing do not diminish our love, but enhance it. Jealous is an enemy who we must conquer for the sake of our mutual happiness and joy.