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On that Friday before the neighborhood party, Karl delivered Dimitri to the rental car outlet and came home. He found me in his new bedroom, arranging his clothes in the closets and drawers. We had our talk. Karl told me about his Saturday with Ian and Alec. I realized Alec was the secretary/tour guide at the MG museum. I vaguely remember seeing*a British couple at our city hotel, but never made the connection until Rex?s update and Karl?s disclosures. That Saturday night Rex treated me to a salon full-body treatment and a hotel-porch-picnic. I*betrayed my husband twice: by fucking Rex and breaking my promise to save our favorite show until we could watch it together.**About Karl?s Saturday night following his time with Alec: I believed Karl when said he'd kept his promise, ?Nothing else to drink tonight. No power tools until daybreak.? He'd driven straight home. Karl had left the sedan in the driveway, knowing he?d need his workshop/garage area open. He summed up his Saturday night. ?I achieved a lot, working past midnight. I fixed the leaky faucet in the kitchen, changed the batteries in the smoke alarms, neatened up the den sound system wiring*and changed the filters in the A/C unit. I checked the bees in our hives and turned on the sprinklers. Weather forecast is for thunderstorms, but we can?t take a chance.? Karl continued, ?I was true to my promise Sunday morning. I walked my two miles when I awoke after daylight. Then the chatter-radio and TV shows distracted me until Rex brought you home.? I took umbrage to his next statement, ?You don?t notice most of what I do.? He was right about the work he does on the MGB. He said he had tuned and tested it so well another aficionado would appreciate the job. ?You mean Rex would approve?? ?I suppose,*quot; was Karl's answer.* Rex told me I should involve his name in our home conversations while he was away. *quot;Keep my name in the foreground, because I will be returning to you soon, to claim my pussy.*quot; That would reinforce Rex?s position as the dominant male cement our arrangement. Karl ruminated on his decisions. ?Maybe I?ve been too generous with my properties. I let you go to Rex?s room. I even allowed you to take the MGB to meet up again. Then you brought home this Dimitri. He seems a likable fellow. He keeps bees at his dacha. He wants to start a hive with my bees at his place here. I may give him a swarm for his house. He misses his hives, and U.S. Customs would never allow*his Escort izmir bees*into this country. Imagine that, I gave him my wife and now I give him bees!? ?Karl, I read that soon after a relationship like ours gels, we can talk about it openly and make comments about the situation without getting emotional. I think we are getting there.? What I didn?t tell Karl was that Rex said I should be more open about my sexual partners*with my husband. Yes, Rex expected me to take on several, over time. He didn't mind.* In London, on the tourbus, Rex looked me in the eye and held both my hands and said, *quot;Do more that just mentioning my name: talk about how much*you miss me. Parade about the house in just tops, bottomless. Ask Karl if he could see Rex's cunt?*Show off that beautiful tight pussy. Invite him to pet it like a petting a puppy. NO, like petting a cat, a real pussy!. Enforce the rule that he cannot even touch it*without your permission. Have Karl shave it, suck it and worship it, always reminding Karl who owns it.*quot; I decided by myself, *quot;By extension, I would mention Dimitri as well. *quot; Karl got animated about our relationship gelling, then dropped his own bombshell. ?So you wouldn?t mind me getting involved with someone else, as well?? This was a bold move, albeit a feint on my husband?s part. ?If that happens,? I said, ?it happens.?* ?Good,*quot; Karl*pushed on. *quot;Has Rex told you he is bringing Ian over next week to help him set up his new operation? Alec has more time off coming, so she may fly over as well. I guess they can stay here instead of at a motel.? Well, that floored me! I thought, *quot;Was Karl serious and bragging, or trying to fake me out?' He was serious. ?Of course, we will have to move Christine out for a while, if she can find another place to stay.? I gasped. ?What? Christine living here? What?s going on? Ian and Alec here?*quot; I got a blank stare, then*a slight grin. I said, *quot;Ah, you want Christine to balance Rex and Dimitri. What the fuck is happening?? Karl answered that question right away. ?Christine and I had a long talk, first by phone while getting the Chinese last week. She said she needed someone to talk to, no charge. I saw her again.? ?Alec and I text almost every day.? What a confession! Karl was hesitant to tell me much more, but he did say this. ?Christine?s call-girl job is the only thing left. She is married but separated. No kids, and the bank she worked for cut the izmir escort bayan staff by half. Christine said that one of her friends has a friend, who has a friend, who could provide her with some extra cash. She claims no pimps are involved.? ?And where is this Christine going to stay?? I was getting hot, but tried not to show it. My husband?s answer, ?Why, with Dimitri. You told me you were going to set him up with her as a date tomorrow night and, your words, ?She can sleep here'.? Karl was on a roll and I was getting upset. Minutes ago, I was praising him for taking my Rex and Dimitri in stride. Not so much now.*He relished what he said next. ?Do you remember going to that comedy club last winter? A comedian joked that it was easier to change banks than to change wives? I get it now.? Karl got serious. ?I read and re-read your letter. You write well; I?ll give you that. I got hot reading it, even though it was about my wife fucking someone in a hotel room.? Karl was honest. He admitted, ?In my own mind, I knew you needed something more than I could provide. I see your sexuality emerging. You have a hot body. They call people like you a hotwife. I want to watch my hotwife in action.? I nodded my head. Karl took*both my hands in his. He was getting more like Rex, using touchy-feely stuff to*focus my attention. ?Now I realize that I need more too.? Karl lowered his voice. ?The ?second honeymoon? quip cut me. Back then, neither of us could afford a real vacation, much less a honeymoon. We didn?t care. We were in love and wanted to get married. Maybe you wanted to wait, all those years ago?? ?Yes. We might have waited. We both own that one.? I was honest with myself and with my husband. Now I was the one holding both of his hands.Again, his musings brought up old memories. Karl said, ?My boot camp sergeant told me, ?Just because you see the knee coming for your nuts, and doesn?t mean it going to hurt any less.' I never knew how true that could be.? I got what he meant. I didn't let go.*Karl*knows, *quot;Clair has a lover she wants to keep and I am helpless.*quot; Karl squeezed me, ?I am the one who obsessed about watching your one-night stand. This was more than I bargained for. I blame nobody but myself.? My husband had a confession. ?A year ago, I started to imagine what it would be like, watching my flirty hotwife teasing another man. Rex fit the bill and I decided to go for it.? We released izmir escort our grips. Karl went on. ?I?m not rambling as much as just voicing all these thoughts coming out at once. Alec is another matter. She loves her husband as much as you love me, yet she has multiple partners.*quot; I was getting worried about my husband's commentary, *quot;She wrote me,*She will give up those lovers to have regular sex with me. She and Ian are not sexually compatible. She wants Ian to take a temp job here in the States and keep me as her lover.? Now I was getting overwhelmed. Karl charged on. ?I heard you marveling at how your European counterparts can balance a lover and spouse and no one cares to notice. Can you and I do that?? I had an answer. ?Karl, you?re overthinking this whole thing. You wanted to spice up our love-play. We did. I am not giving up Dimitri or Rex.? ?Husband,? I confessed. ?It was me who delivered the knee to your nuts. But those nuts have had several exercises of their own.? Karl nodded his head. ?Yeah. Despite misgivings, envy, anger and wondering what was going on, I allowed myself to be civil to Rex. I saw Rex as nothing more than a con-man, a sleazy used car salesman.? I thought to myself, *quot;Like all men, Karl dared my three-card-Monty to come into our home.*quot;* I answered, ?Karl, I remember that Sunday watching Rex leave, from the curtains. I knew I could not go back to our old life.? I went on, ?I tried to appease you Monday. You pushed me away.? I had to say my piece. ?That was an idle threat, saying no more sex.*I didn?t believe you. We both know you like sex. Do you still like sex with me, though?? Karl was evasive and changed the subject, saying*?I know it is almost impossible to extricate myself from a bank, a home, a church, a marriage. A divorce court narrative would not be kind to me.? Bull?s eye! He was stuck in a web of his own weaving. I left the sex question for later. I knew we needed to re-hash this whole business. I started, ?By Tuesday night, we both were returning to our normal routines and we were civil to each other. Tuesday, we could talk a bit.*quot; I bit my tongue, hesitating to mention Rex or Dimitri just yet. I needn't have bothered. Up comes*the 'other woman', Christine. My husband picked up the conversation thread. ?Wednesday, I called Christine. I picked her up in the MGB and we drove the back roads, retracing Rex?s and your Saturday afternoon picnic route. We ate lunch at a diner. She told me her life-story in return. Neither of us wanted to go home.? I asked, ?Then what happened?? Karl told me Christine had piped up, ?Hey, Karl. Take me on a date. I want to go to the movies, eat popcorn and just snuggle.? Karl sighed and said, ?I took her to the movie house at the mall.