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Benjamin Franklin Dutcher. He was Ben to his mother, Frank to his friends, and Dutcher to himself. The Navy had drilled that into his head. Dutcher had learned much over the course of his life. He applied himself diligently to earn an Associate of Arts degree in Religion, a Bachelor of Arts degree in Humanities/Religion, two years of study at a seminary, and a Juris Doctorate. But despite all the wonderful things he learned at these fine institutions of higher learning, his most important lesson was taught to him by his lizard brain. We feed, we bleed, and we breed, everything else is window dressing. A close second was a Polish proverb a SEAL buddy had learned from his immigrant parents as a child. Not my circus, not my monkeys. Dutcher found life fairly simple when he lived by these two principles.

He also learned that everything complex usually began simple. Something as innocent as a wave, for example. It was for this reason that Dutcher preferred to keep mostly to himself, avoid the possibility of complication. Yet it still seemed to find him more often than he liked. So it wasn’t surprising that he had been oblivious to the new tenants who had moved in several weeks before. Only trips to the mailbox or dumpster gave cause to pass by this neighbor’s patio. On a beautiful fall day, a young man was having a lively phone conversation in what sounded like Japanese. For some reason Dutcher had glanced up to their patio and caught the guy’s eye. A wave was exchanged and life continued on as unremarkably as before. The guy chatting away and Dutcher retreating to his asylum. There were some evenings the air had been filled with animated conversation well into the night from the patio next door. Though muted by closed windows, Ditcher wondered if the chatter would draw the ire of the dour old dude who lived below him. But that was of no concern to him. Not my circus, not my monkeys.

One balmy fall evening, there was a knock on Dutcher’s door. It was the guy from next door. “Hi Neighbor. My name’s Mark. I hope I’m not interrupting anything special. The Mrs. and I felt it was long past due to invite you over for a beer and some stimulating conversation.” Dutcher was struck by Mark’s dead on American accent which he would not have expected given the fluent Japanese he had overheard previously.

Dutcher’s lizard brain tingled as he weighed the offer which seemed benign enough. “I’m Frank. Naw nothing I can’t get back to later. Let me put on a shirt and I’ll be right over.” Dutcher noted Mark’s eyes appraising Dutcher’s chiseled upper torso, pausing momentarily upon the scar on Dutcher’s right oblique.

“Okay, then, we’ll see you a few.”

Dutcher rubbed on some deodorant, grabbed a non-descript t-shirt from the bedroom floor, took a quick whiff, pulled what was left of a six pack from the fridge and headed over. As he came up the stairs, Mark’s wife came into viewed seated comfortably in a patio chair. Dutcher thought Mark was attractive enough as guys went, but he had married above his station. As he reached the top, she rose gracefully with extended hand and the warmest smile he’d seen in a good while. “Hi Frank, I’m Lucy. I’m so glad you could come over. You didn’t need to bring anything.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Lucy. I never accept an invitation empty handed.”

“I’ll have to remember that about you. Mark is inside on a quick phone call reporting to his home office in Tokyo. He often has strange office hours.”

“That’s fine. Is there someplace I can stick these to keep them cool?”

“I’m so sorry. Where are my manners? Here, I’ll stick them in the fridge.” Dutcher held onto one beer and handed over what was now a three pack and watched Lucy disappear into the kitchen. She returned with a beer of her own and one presumably for Mark. The next thirty minutes were filled with the polite conversation of two strangers. How long have you lived here? Where did you grow up? How long have you been married? Were you ever married? Dutcher listened intently, but it wasn’t easy. He found himself being distracted by Lucy’s long, straight, raven hair cascading over her bare shoulders. Her long, slender, brown legs giving way to perfectly pedicured feet, one dangling at the end of a crossed leg. Lucy spoke easily about her childhood in Tokyo, life growing up in the home of a British missionary couple, her education at Cambridge, etc. Her eyes danced when she spoke about Mark. It was clear they were very much in love, even after seven years of marriage. Dutcher found her elegance intoxicating. An uncommon sultriness was communicated in her gaze. Dutcher was certain she understood the power she held over men.

Lucy noted that Frank was far more comfortable listening that talking about himself. His answers to her inquiries were short, concise, and to the point. Lucy didn’t mind his reticence. She enjoyed being in the presence of a man completely at ease with himself. There was no attempt to impress her with his masculinity as so many she had known, including Mark. Frank was simply quietly a man. His rugged good looks were a stark contrast to the softer handsomeness of her husband. Frank’s dark eyes penetrated her in a way she had not experienced before. The casual gestures of his arms and hands spoke to a power that simultaneously attracted and gave her pause for some unidentifiable reason. His easy confidence revealed a man who lived life without fear of what might cross his path. His strength wasn’t communicated through the bulked up body of a bodybuilder. He was lean and taut like a wild animal that might spring into action in an instant.

Thirty minutes turned into an hour as one beer gave way to another. Neither of them were aware that Mark’s call had ended at least twenty minutes earlier. Rather than joining them, he remained in the shadows of their dimly lit apartment watching. He was curious to note the subtle flirtatiousness of his wife with this relative stranger. She was always the one who was in control when it came to men. Mark had never witnessed her seeking the attention of a man the way she was with Frank. He probably wasn’t even aware of this, but Mark knew her well. Seeing them together filled him with a sense that was simultaneously dread and excitement. His stomach nervous, his loins warm. He made a conscious effort to tear his eyes away and alter his train of thought before his arousing cock became a full blown erection. His thoughts were in such disarray that he had not noticed that Lucy had come back into the apartment.

“Hey babe, what are you doing?” Lucy immediately sensed Mark’s awkwardness even in the dim light. “Were you spying on us?” She decided to play with him a bit. She drew closer to him and placed her hand on his cargo shorts. “Oh my. Someone is getting a little worked up.” Mark remained silent. “That’s okay, honey, get yourself together and grab another round of beers.” Lucy gave Mark’s cock a quick squeeze. “We can talk about that later.”

* * *

Several days had passed when there was a knock on Dutcher’s door. He opened it. “Hi Mark. What’s up?”

Mark took a deep breath. “Hey Frank. I was hoping you had a couple of minutes to talk about something?”

Dutcher stepped to one side. “Sure. Come on in and take a load off. Can I get you anything? A beer?” Mark sat down on the edge of the sofa looking at the floor. His fingers drumming on his knees, eyes distracted. Dutcher noticed. “How about a shot of Jack?”

Mark looked up at Dutcher and smiled. “Yeah maybe a shot and a beer would be good.”

“Coming right up.” Dutcher turned toward the kitchen noting Mark's edginess. Not my circus, not my monkeys. Dutcher handed him the drinks and raised his shot glass towards Mark. “Salut!” Both downed the Jack and Dutcher took a seat across from Mark. “So what’s on your mind?”

Mark took a slug from his beer. “Lucy and I both really enjoyed your visit the other night. Especially Lucy. After you left we stayed up late discussing a number of subjects involving you, her, and myself.”

It was Dutcher’s turn to hit his beer. “Subjects, huh? Such as…?”

“I guess you would call them fantasies rather than subjects. The other night, Lucy had caught me watching you two interacting on the porch. She discovered that I was feeling, well, aroused. I am not sure what caused these mixture of emotions. What struck me most is that Lucy appeared to be flirting with you. The thing is, Lucy never flirts with guys. They flirt with her.”

Dutcher’s lizard brain tingled. “I hadn’t noticed. And I wasn’t flirting with her.”

Mark shook his head. “I know you weren’t, Frank. That’s what threw me for a loop. I fully expected you to flirt because this sort of thing happens all the time. I’m flattered by it because I’m aware that I have a very beautiful, desirable wife. I’ve dealt with guys hitting on here since we first began dating. It comes with the territory. I am confident enough in myself and in Lucy to not let myself get caught up in a web of jealousy. The other night was different for me. She was hitting on you. The funny thing is I felt jealous and turned on at the same time.”

“Your wife is very charming and an excellent hostess. I didn’t see her attention in any other light. I apologize if I unwittingly cause some friction between you two.”

“Actually, Frank, it was quite the contrary. Your visit opened a door. We discussed things we never had before. We talked about different fantasies. Ones she has, some that I have. Seems that each of us shared a common fantasy and didn’t even know it. Over the years, seeing so many different men trying to hit on Lucy, I found myself wondering what it would feel like to watch her fuck another man. I would find myself excited by these types of stories or scenarios in movies. It turns out, Lucy wondered the same thing. She had a very limited dating life in high school and college. I was her first sexual partner. So I guess it is natural to wonder how it might be different with someone else.”

Dutcher took a draw off his beer. “Do you think she ever cheated on you?”

Mark shrugged. “I guess she has had plenty of opportunity. My work sometimes takes me on the road for weeks at a time. And she’d certainly have her pick of the litter, but Lucy is someone of extremely high integrity. And she is brutally honest. However, the main reason is that I do not believe she had met anyone interesting enough to tempt her. That is, until the other night.”

Dutcher looked Mark over. He had seen his type plenty. While Mark appeared sincere, Dutcher worried that he was even more naive. “So what are you asking, Mark? Are you asking me to fuck your wife?”

Mark sat back into the couch and smiled for the first time. He was glad Frank had addressed the elephant in the room. “I guess I am. It would only be a one-time deal with no promise of it ever being repeated. I would be present so I can film everything. Is that alright?”

Dutcher didn’t mind being filmed or watched. But he wondered how Mark would respond to what he would see. Dutcher flashed to the first time he had fucked a guy’s wife in front of him. The guy sat back in a chair watching. The experience had been so foreign to Dutcher that he found himself periodically looking over his shoulder at the guy to make sure he wasn’t going into a fit of rage and do something stupid. But that was a distant memory now and many different wives ago. “So Lucy is cool with this as well? You’re not asking her to do it for you, right?”

Mark shook his head. “No. She is very much onboard.”

Dutcher’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. He gave Mark a heavy stare. “Okay, just remember, you asked for this.”

* * *

The arrangement was for Dutcher to come over early Sunday evening. He had to work his bartending gig Friday and Saturday nights so Sunday worked best for everyone. After showering, Dutcher thought about shaving, but figured Lucy was looking for as different an experience from Mark as she could get. Dutcher prepared himself to give her that in spades. Jeans, t-shirt, and flip flops. He decided to keep it basic. He even went commando. After a quick check in the mirror he was out the door. He smelled incense and heard soft jazz as he climbed the stairs. Jungle drums would be more appropriate. Lucy answered the door. Dutcher figured she’d go all out, but she exceeded his expectations. “Come in, Frank.” She stepped away from the entryway and he took in all of her. Sheer black teddy with matching thong. Bare feet. So simple. So basic. So appropriate. He felt the familiar buzzing of his lizard brain.

Dutcher stepped inside and right up to Lucy. He was barely aware of Mark’s presence and chose not to acknowledge him. As he stood over her he tried to remind himself to start gently. “Is kissing allowed?”

Mark attempted to stammer out a response, but Lucy cut him off. Placing her hand on his cheek she raised up on her tiptoes. “Yes. There's kissing.” Their mouths fell into one another. She as hungrily as himself. One hand held the back of her neck, the other grabbed her buttock and pulled her closer. Her arms clung as best they could around his neck as she pressed into his body. Warm granite came to mind. Through his jeans she felt his growing urgency and it intoxicated her. A man like him unabashedly wanting her. She broke the kiss off. Gazing up through dilated pupils, her breathing shallow, she traced down his chest, over the abs, lingered ever so slightly on his crotch before allowing her hand to find his. She led him down the hallway with a simple “let’s go.”

Mark suddenly felt the need for a shot of Jack, his new favorite drink. His gym shorts were a veritable Cub Scout tent housing his own desires. He kicked himself for having set up the camcorder on a tripod in the bedroom instead of in the vestibule. But he had not expected things to catch fire so quickly. Wow. The heat he felt watching them was overwhelming. He steadied himself as best he could. He was determined to see this through till the end even though a part of his brain was screaming for it to stop already. But he wasn’t sure he could stop what was about to happen. Some force had been released and there was no going back. By the time he entered the bedroom, Lucy had removed Frank’s t-shirt and was working on his belt. Once loosened she undid his jeans and slipped her hand inside. Mark started the camcorder just in time to capture Lucy’s discovery. “Oh my, Frank. This will take some getting used to." She glanced Mark's direction. "I’ve only handled a much smaller cock.”

Mark moved the tripod around in order to get a clear view of what Lucy was talking about. Dutcher kicked off his flip flops and finished removing his jeans relishing the feel of being back in his natural state. He turned toward the camera and allowed Mark to see what would be fucking his bride. He wasn’t monstrously huge and not yet fully erect, but he hung heavy and formidable. Dutcher gestured for Mark to remove his shorts. He did so. Dutcher tried not to smirk. “Tough break.” He turned back to Lucy who instinctively took hold of his growing cock. He brushed the hair away from her face. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Forget that he is here. We will go at your pace in the beginning. Once you are ready, we’ll go at mine.” She nodded and he smiled while picking her up without effort and placing her on the bed.

The foreplay became a series of still shots in Mark’s mind. Her thong ripped away. Frank’s fingers in her thick bush. Her teddy discarded as nuisance. His hands tweaking her harden areolas. Her mouth on his cock, suckling his balls. His mouth devouring her cunt, probing her ass. She placed the condom on him and climbed on top of the angry cock. Slowly she lowered herself. He penetrated her. She paused only till she was comfortable accommodating him. Inch by excruciating inch till she finally enveloped him. Feeling more filled than she believed possible. She rode his full length slowly, in and out, up and down. Facing Frank. Facing the camera and Mark. Their eyes met again. But hers, wild and fierce, were not eyes Mark recognized. Then her head began thrashing left, right, up, and down as she rode Frank with abandon. Her eyes rolled back into her head consumed by pleasure foreign to her. A pleasure that she was taking as much as receiving.

Then Frank mounted her from behind and the game changed completely.

Dutcher had felt her loosening and knew she was ready. The beast that he kept hidden from most of the world was now in charge. His thrusts took on a different degree of savagery. Lucy felt it. Mark watched it. Dutcher could not control it any longer. He pounded Lucy ferociously, her head yanked back by the roots of her scalp. Guttural sounds emitting from deep inside frightened Mark. Yet he was frozen in place, impotent, unable to take any action. But seeing Lucy’s transformation was even more shocking. Her screams were not ones of pain, but of a necessary, involuntary expression. She abandoned the pale trappings of civilization, given in to every animal instinct the species had known. The harder he thrust into her, the harder she thrust back to meet him. Their sex was not rough, it was bestial. Mark felt he was documenting a savage mating ritual from some time in the deep, dark past. They were seeking the primeval release required to lift the species out of the primordial ooze. Giving themselves over to chaos, the hysteria needed to achieve it. Until, at last, they did. And it frightened the shit out of him. This wasn’t the bargain he thought he had made. This did not resemble any video or story which had stimulated his fantasy. This was not his fantasy. It was a nightmare.

After letting Frank out, Mark returned to the bedroom. Lucy laid completely still, as if in a coma. He looked over her demure body, still red and raw in places, especially her pussy. Lips swollen, slit glistening with her juice and perhaps a tinge of blood. He turned off the camcorder and sat on the bed beside her. What had they done? Would she even be the same Lucy again?

* * *

A week or so had passed. There had been no tangible hangover from the events of Frank’s visit. In fact, Frank had become a ghost. Only the rumble of Quinn, his Harley, coming and going, gave proof of life. Lucy had recovered as if nothing extraordinary had happened to her. The next morning she had kissed Mark gently and thanked him for last night. Nothing more was spoken on the subject. After her soreness had subsided, they made love as gently and sweetly as before, albeit with a tad more urgency on Lucy’s part. Mark wasn’t complaining. When Lucy was away, Mark would re-watched the video. The foreplay parts continued to turn him on and he often found himself cumming quite quickly. But when Frank mounted her from behind he always switched it off. Each time he wanted to delete the file, erase it from existence. But he could never make his trembling finger push the button.

* * *

Dutcher tried to push Lucy out of his head. He picked up extra shifts at the bar to distract himself. Went to the mailbox or dumpster at odd hours to avoid running into her, or Mark for that matter. But her presence in his mind was formidable. He had been with no one like her. Most women who met that side of him became broken in some way, unable to reconcile who they thought they were with who they became with him. They never asked for a repeat performance and Dutcher had learned to let it be for their own sanity. Not my circus, not my monkeys. But Lucy had matched him that night. Every time he allowed a thought of her to enter his mind, the lizard brain smiled.

Several weeks had passed when Dutcher heard a soft knock on the door. He opened it to find Lucy smiling up at him. “Hello, sailor. I was wondering if you would like to come over for a spot of tea?” Dutcher considered her question as deliberately as his lizard brain would allow which was with no deliberation at all. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

She looked him dead in the eyes. “I believe it is the best idea I’ve had in a very long time.”

* * *

Mark was not the impulsive type, yet he found himself wanting to surprise Lucy with a bouquet of flowers and perhaps some afternoon delight. He stopped in his tracks and dropped the flowers as he saw Frank exiting the bedroom pulling on his t-shirt. “F-F-Frank? What are you doing here?”

Dutcher strode past him fastening his belt. “Not my circus, Mark, not my monkeys.” And he left.

Mark forced himself to enter the bedroom. Lucy lay on the bed, stark naked, legs bent and still apart. Her hair disheveled. She smiled tenderly at Mark. “Oh hi, honey. I didn’t expect you home so soon.”

Mark’s mind raced in a million different directions. “Lucy, why?”

Lucy met his gaze, the smile dimmed. “Why? Isn’t it obvious, Mark? It was something I needed. Something I wanted.” She spread her pussy’s lips apart to reveal a white discharge oozing within. “And I suggest that unless you want to raise another man’s child, you get over here and lick me clean.”

* * *

Mark took a deep gulp from his glass of water to wash their taste from his mouth. He placed another one on the vanity in the bathroom. “There’s some water for you honey.”

Lucy looked over her shoulder in the shower. “Thanks, babe, you’re a dear.”

He walked to the closet to retrieve the camcorder, sat down on the bed, and speed dialed a number on his cell phone. “Hey Jim, its Mark. How soon do you think you can push through that transfer back to Tokyo? Great. Thanks a lot. I owe you.” As Mark hung up the phone he picked up the camcorder and hit delete.

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