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A companion story to Backgammon for Blood
Part 2 of 2
By Adam Gunn
The art class that evening featured a male nude. As I drew him, I thought about the man next to me, and how, although he'dmade me come twice, I hadn't even seen his penis. When James saw my efforts, he remarked that I seemed distracted.
As Robert drove me home, he pulled into a large park. By this time it was dark, and he pulled over to the side of the road. I cuddled beside him and we began to make out. Nothing much, just kissing, and I opened my blouse so that Robert could feel my breasts inside of my bra.
"I want to thank you for last night, Robert. Not only did you give me what I wanted and needed, you kept me safe from myself."
"You know I want you, Kathy. I'd do almost anything to possess you, even for a few moments. But adultery's a large step, and I want you to be absolutely sure of what you're dozing. When the time is right, if it ever is, you'll know it, and then we'll be glad we waited."
Just then, headlights appeared, and a police officer asked us to move along. When we arrived at my house, I invited Robert in. I wondered if tonight I might feel differently, but I doubted it.
I didn't get a chance to find out, because Robert declined the invitation. "I hate to tell you this, but I need to go on a trip to a jewelry show. I won't be back until next Wednesday. I need to finish packing, and, as you know, I didn't get too much sleep last night. I should leave." With that, and a couple of kisses, he departed.
When Phil got home on Friday night, he was ready to go, but I pushed him away. I was completely confused as to which man I really wanted. The worse part of it was that I couldn't even talk to Phil about it or ask him for advice.
On Saturday evening, we went to a movie with another couple. It was a sex comedy, and one of the men in the flick committed adultery, and got into all sorts of trouble because of it. Afterwards, we went for drinks, and the guys started 'analyzing' the movie. The other woman said that she didn't approve of sex outside of marriage, and that the adulterer just got what was coming to him. The guys told her to lighten up, there was nothing to be concerned about.
When we got back to the house, I asked Phil "Did you mean what you said at the bar?"
"Adultery. You said that it wasn't anything to be concerned about. Did you mean that, or were you just making it up?" I could see that my questions were shaking him. "Don't worry if I'll be mad about it, I just want to know what you really think."
"I don't know," he said. "I know society says it's wrong, but if no one gets hurt, I'm not sure it's that bad."
"So you could go and have an affair and there wouldn't be any problem?"
"Well, that's sort of simplistic. If it led to a divorce between us, or something like that, sure it would be terrible. But if you knew I still loved you, I think we could get past it. I certainly wouldn't have sex with another woman if it would hurt you in any way."
"And if I had an affair? What would you feel then?"
He seemed a little distraught at that question. "Well, Kathy, I guess if you still loved me, it wouldn't be a problem."
I kissed him and said, "If you ever do have an affair, don't worry about it. I'll still love you. I just hope that you'll give me the same courtesy."
I know Phil wanted to have sex, but I wasn't ready for it yet. I told him I wasn't sleepy, and went downstairs and picked up a Heinlein novel, Time Enough For Love. Searching through the well worn book (it's one of my favorites,) I finally found the poignant passage:
"The more you love, the more you can love - and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just."
I departed the house to take a walk through the night air, and thought. I wanted Robert. But I loved Phil. Did I 'love' Robert, too? If I did, would my love for Phil be any less? I finally decided that I could love two men at once; in fact, I already did. I went to the bedroom, undressed, and crawled into the bed beside my sleeping husband. I gently woke him, and we made love.
At the art class on Tuesday evening there was a female subject which I drew from the rear. I let my mind fantasize that she were in love with each two men. James complimented my drawings that night.
Robert called me when he arrived on Wednesday, and wanted me to come over to dinner that evening. As I entered the house, I kissed him deeply. Over dinner we talked about his trip and the art class of the previous night. I helped him with the dishes, and then asked, "Have you had enough of me, or would you like to draw me again?"
"I'd love to."
"I have a request. Tonight, I want your picture be as erotic as possible." His excited face assured me that he would.
Robert went to the closet and began to get his art supplies. I'm sure he expected me to disrobe in the powder room, but instead I followed him into the living room and began to unbutton my blouse. When he saw what I was doing, Robert looked away, but I said to him, "My love, please, enjoy me with your eyes. After you complete your art tonight, everything will be yours." He watched me as I removed first my blouse and then my skirt. I reached behind me to unlatch my bra, and watched his eyes as I revealed my breasts to his sight. Finally, I slipped my panties down, leaving me dressed only in my high heels and wedding band. "How would you like me to pose?"
He asked me to lie on my back on the sofa, and place my left arm behind my head. My left leg was bent and supported by the cushion, and he had me place my right foot on the floor. As he was arranging me, I grabbed his hand and led it to my vagina, so that he could feel how ready I was for him.
He bent down and we kissed as he put his finger inside of me. I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off of him. Then I unzipped his pants, and pulled all of his clothes off. In this position, my eyes were just a few inches from his genitals, and I was finallyable to view my desire. I fondled his scrotum, and then began to lick the long penis.
"Not yet," he moaned, "I want to draw you like this so I'll always remember it..."
He set up the easel at the foot of the couch, and I resumed my position so that my slit was entirely exposed to my love.
As he sketched me, I knew what he was thinking because his erection never softened. Furiously he penciled, looking at me with hungry eyes.
In just a few moments, he turned the paper so that I could see it, I viewed the beginnings of a powerful erotic piece of art.
"I can't go on," Robert spoke. "My emotions have the best of me."
"Come to me, my love," I whispered. He began to kneel beside the couch, but I pulled him on top of me. In this position his exposed penis was only a few inches from my vagina, and I encouraged him. "Now, yes, come into me. This is what you want. Take me."
It was only a few strokes before I knew he was exploding inside of me. I hadn't had time to prepare for an orgasm of my own, but I didn't care. This was his moment, and I knew he needed the release. After he was done, he began to kiss my face and lips, and I stretched my legs around him to keep him inside of me. For fifteen minutes or more we stayed in each other's arms, and then I began to feel him stiffening inside of me. I encouraged him to begin rocking back and forth, and his tool began massaging my vagina. As he continued to pump, varying the intensity and direction, I became excited until I finally was able to release. The climax was long and burning and I knew I was making quite a bit of noise. After what seemed to be hours of peaking, I finally felt another flood of his semen entering my uterus.
We continued to lay there, fondling each other until he finally slipped from me with a plop. "Oh, dear," he joked, "I think I'm going to have to have the upholstery cleaned." Getting up, I examined the sketch once again. It was little more than the outline at this point.
"Do you want to complete it now?"
"No, it will keep. Right now, I'd like to go to bed with you. Will you stay here tonight?"
"Of course, if that's what will make you happy."
We went upstairs, and continued to make love. After the months that he'd gone without a woman, and the erotic setting, he was stiff again in less than a half hour. This time I climbed on top of him and let him behold me as I screwed him. Once again we climaxed, and then fell asleep in each other's arms.
In the predawn hours I awoke to find the bed empty. Finding the frock Robert had lent me the previous night, I descended the staircase to find Robert working on the portrait.
"Do you need me to model for you again?"
"Yes, that would be wonderful."
I took the dressing gown off and resumed the pose.
As Robert worked, he asked me when I had decided to culminate our relationship. I explained the Heinlein quote to him, and told him that I loved him, nearly as much as I loved Phil. I reasoned that Eros needed to be expressed physically as well as mentally.
I could see that the work was having an aphrodisiac effect on him. Finally he finished, and turned the sketch pad for my sight. Completed, it was as erotic as I'd hoped it would be, and I motioned for Robert to come to me again. Once again he knelt between my legs and we were lovers.
I returned the following evening, and we made love again. Robert asked me if I could come to him over the weekend, but I explained that Phil would be coming home. Robert seemed disappointed, but understanding.
When Phil entered the door on Friday night, I wondered if he could tell that I was an adulteress. I didn't feel guilty; if fact I was proud that I could satisfy two men that I loved. I pulled him into bed, and became wild fantasizing my two Cupids.
The next three months were one of the high points of my life. I'd spend the weekends with my husband, and then visit my lover three or four times a week, often sleeping with him and allowing him to draw me in sensuous poses. I didn't feel guilty about my adultery any longer, but when I began having to make up little lies to explain my absences from the house to Phil, my conscience began to bother me.
Robert continued to ask me to pose for him, and I was pleased to accomodate him. He rarely drew my face, and I found out that he wanted to make his art more mysterious, and that he didn't think he was good at the face. We did find out, though, that the more erotic the pose and resultant picture, the more intense our lovemaking was afterwards. We began to understand the power of the paintings in the smoking room in Robert's clubs, and snuck up there more and more. Once, Robert even made quick love to me in that room after nearly everyone else had left.
I wish it had lasted, but it didn't. Robert began to make comments about Phil, and was more insistent about my weekend patterns. I managed to sneak over to Robert's home once or twice when Phil was running errands, but that didn't satisfy him.
Robert invited me to go with him to New York City over a long weekend, and I was able to make up an alibi for Phil so that I could travel. Robert had arranged for a beautiful penthouse hotel room. After we returned from the art galleries on our last evening in the City, Robert asked me to pose with the open windows behind me so that he could draw the skyscr*pers in the background. Even though I was sure people in surrounding high rises were able to see me, I allowed him this whim. After the piece of art was completed (and it was as erotic as any Robert had done of me,) Robert came over and knelt beside me.
"Kathy, my love, I want you to be my wife." And he handed me an engagement ring.
"I can't, Robert. You know that. Phil is my husband, and I love him. Please don't ask this of me."
This began our first, and last, argument. Robert was incensed that I was planning on staying with Phil, and after hours of discussion, we fell into bed together, but didn't make love.
Robert was cold to me as we flew home, and drove me home in silence. I attempted to make him feel that he was important to me (he was!) but he apparently had determined that it was an all or nothing situation.
I phoned his house a few times the next week, only to be answered by the machine. When Robert hadn't returned my calls by the next weekend, I figured what we had was over, and I was morose. Surprisingly, Phil didn't ask what was wrong, but was quite sweet to me that weekend. It was just what I needed.
Two weeks later, Robert finally contacted me. He wanted to take me to dinner, and I let him. Nothing was said about the tiff, and I let him drive me to his house after the meal and we once again had fervent sex. I was happy to have my lover backagain, and visited him four times over the next week and a half.
One night, as we were naked on the bed together after our passion, he said, "Kathy, I need you desperately. Will you reconsider your decision?"
"No, Robert, and you have to stop asking me. I love you, and I need you too. But I also love and need Phil, and I made a vow that I would be with him for the rest of my life. I don't believe that I've done anything to this point that has hurt him, and I certainly don't feel guilty about our relationship. But I will remain married to him."
"I was afraid you'd say that, but I had to bring it into the open. I'm afraid my heart will break again, but our relationship needs to end."
I cried at that, and so did he, and the night ended with lovemaking between us for the last time.
As a parting present, Robert gave me a few of the drawings he'd done of me, and a copy of the first erotic sketch he'd done. We kept in touch for a few weeks, but I heard that he'd found another girl, and his phone calls stopped coming.
A couple of months later, Phil's assignment ended and he got a job back at home. I found it strange to have the same man in my bed every night, and began to worry that Phil might find out about Robert. Finally, I realized that part of love is beingtruthful.
One evening, I took Phil to an intimate restaurant. Over dinner, I said, "Phil, we have a bit of a situation here, and need to have an honest talk." I could see him flush, and wondered if he already knew. I just continued on, "While you were gone, I had an affair. It's over now, but while it was going on, I loved him, just as I still love you. I hope you can forgive me."
Phil just stammered, "Of course I can forgive you, and I need to confess that I had a mistress. She meant quite a bit to me, but not as much as you do. I'm still very much in love with you."
That evening ended with furious sex. The only surprise is that Phil wanted to know every detail about my affair. I didn't mind telling him, it just excites him. On his next birthday, I gave him the copy of one of the pictures that Robert had done of me. It turned out to be one of the best presents he'd ever received. Phil hung it inside the credenza in his home office, and I have to make sure the door is closed whenever guests come over.
I've taken a few more art classes, and begun a small studio. I occasionally display my works at local craft shows, and even include a few nudes, which seem to sell the best.
Once I was invited to a cocktail party at Robert's club, and I snuck up to the smoking room to see that wonderful etching again. I was surprised to see the first nude portrait that Robert had done of me prominently displayed. I didn't mind; In fact, I'm flattered. I just hope that Robert doesn't sit in the room viewing the art, and mourn his loss.
If I find another man that I fall in love with, our romance will start much sooner. And when Phil begins wooing someone else, I won't mind because I know he loves me and would never hurt me. And I love him.
And Robert, too.
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