Chapter 2

After a shower in the en-suite bathroom of the downstairs bedroom I slept in occasionally, I threw on a robe and went to change clothes in the bedroom we usually shared. Sometimes his snoring was loud enough to wake me. A few times a month he was overloaded with work and used his laptop in bed, sometimes until one in the morning. I loved my husband, I truly did, but things were complicated.

When Ken shouted my name, “VALERY!”, I knew I was in even deeper shit than before. I prayed silently as I slowly walked toward the kitchen. He was sitting at the table with Emma, a beautiful chesty blonde I’d had fun with at one of the neighbors’ sex parties. She blushed and smiled as I approached, but the expression on his bright red face showed he was angrier than I’d ever seen him before.

He took several slow breaths and relaxed his hands, which had been clenched into fists. “Valery, did you...”

I knew what he was going to ask, and figured it would be best to admit it. “Yes. We had a good time at the Joelsens’, but only once.”

He glared into my eyes. “I gave you whatever you wanted, and you barely even sleep with ME! You SCREWED her! And a bunch of other people? Why? How could you?”

The stunningly pretty blonde cluelessly asked, “You two don’t have an open marriage? You don’t sleep with other people?”

He turned and told her, “Sort of ... ah ... not really. We ah ... went to an orgy once. I hoped it would make her want it more at home, but ... but last week I was out of town!”

Thinking quickly, I replied, “If you wanted to take me to Berlin, or Tokyo, or all the other places you go, you could have asked me.”

“But ... but why? At the orgy we went to, you screwed two other guys and played around with three other women. And you let the twins in your ass! Why won’t you do that for me? Am I ugly or something?”

Emma rested a hand on his arm and said, “You’re not ugly. You’re kinda hot!” I felt a rush of jealousy.

His face showed he was overwhelmed by grief and disappointment as he asked, “Valery, why?” There was the glimmer of a tear forming at the corner of his eye.

I swallowed hard and told him, “I grew up in the church. My mom and dad are both ministers! Until I met you, everybody around me knew sex is only for making babies. You and I agreed we wouldn’t have any kids until next year. Any sex that doesn’t make a new life is a sin. Especially uh ... especially blowjobs or anal. Every time we do it, I feel guilty. Terribly guilty.”

He angrily asked, “Then why do you fuck around all the time?”

“Not all the time! I didn’t want to go when the Joelsens invited us to the first orgy. I was horrified! I only went along to make you happy. After a few drinks and watching other couples do it, sex ... it felt like I wouldn’t be in trouble since everybody was doing it. I don’t feel guilty if I’m just one of the crowd.”

“So, fucking ten people is okay, but not if it’s just the two of us? What the Hell! The gardener, but not me?”

“Emelio showed me a hot video of him and his wife with two other women. I ... I couldn’t control myself. I’m SO sorry!” I was extra embarrassed discussing it in front of a woman we barely knew. “I don’t feel bad about it if others are having sex too. I can’t explain it any better than that. Uh...” I suggested, “I’ll do whatever you want if we’re part of a group. I don’t feel guilty if there’s a crowd.” I felt blood rushing to my cheeks as I blushed.

I was surprised when Emma had a helpful suggestion. “You can come over to my house tonight. My husband and I like group sex. We have rules ... Uh ... Do you want to?”

Ken smiled and eagerly asked, “Valery?”

I thought a while and bashfully agreed, “If it’s at least six people, okay.”

Emma jumped up and said, “Great! I’ll invite some friends over for a barbecue. We lick the barbecue sauce off our fingers, then our friends’ fingers, and then ... Hehehehe! We’ll have a blast! See you there at seven!”

Ken asked, “Wait, where do you live?”

“Oh, I didn’t tell you that. Three blocks down, 3800 Rosewood. I have to go call people and set it up!”