When Cory heard the banging on his door, he tried to work out where he was. It was some moments before the memories of the night before drifted into his mind. His daughter's wedding, making love to his ex-wife Maria, and then the fact that he was to meet her for breakfast.
He leapt up and pulled on some briefs and the robe from the back of the bathroom door before heading to open the door. Sacha pushed past him. "You have slept in," she exclaimed. "It's after nine. Breakfast is almost over. Get dressed. I want to talk with you."
He closed the bedroom door behind them and stepped into the bathroom, where he stuck his head under the cold tap to wake himself fully. Drying his hair, he went to his suitcase and pulled out some jeans and an open-necked shirt to wear. Slipping the robe from his shoulders, he asked, "Do you want to look away while I get dressed?"
"Dad, I've seen you naked for most of my life. Just hurry up."
"Yes, but you weren't married then!"
"Talking about naked, I heard you and mum at it last night. Are you two going to get back together?" she asked, giving me a lewd, somewhat suggestive smile.
"I don't know. Part of me wants to, but I don't know how much she has changed. The last years of our marriage were bloody difficult, and I don't want either of us to go through any of that again."
"She has changed, Dad. I've spent much time listening to her confessions this year, and she has gotten on top of everything remarkably well. You do know she has been with some other men?"
"Yes, she told me she had been bringing men home from her gym. But running over what she told me, I think it was more than 'some men'. It sounded to me like it was a different guy every week."
"How do you feel about that? Can you handle it?"
"You sound like a bloody phycologist. Are you trying to get us back together or telling me I shouldn't?" I snapped, immediately regretting my tone of voice.
"You know I'm studying psychology at university, and I've been helping Mum's councillor make positive changes to her life. So, to answer your question. Yes, I would love to see the two of you back together. Now answer my question. Can you handle the fact she has been with other men this last year?"
Cory paused, trying to sort out his feelings about Maria sleeping around. "I don't know how I feel. It has been all too sudden. It certainly didn't matter last night, but I have never thought that clearly with my prick standing at attention." I stopped, realising what I had just said to my daughter.
"Well, you need to get all that sorted before you go any further. Come on, now you're dressed, let's get down to breakfast."
While waiting for the lift, Cory tried to get his mind around what he felt. When the lift doors opened, and he saw it was empty, he continued their conversation.
"I haven't been celibate these last five years, so I don't see how I can judge your mother. It might be a lot different if she had been sleeping with someone I knew, but according to her, they have all been young guys from her gym."
"I suggest you don't dig too deeply then and leave it at that. If you can handle the fact that you both had other partners while you were separated, things should be okay."
As Cory and Sacha stepped into the dining room, their conversation came to an end. He saw Maria sitting at a table with their two boys and Gary, Sacha's new husband. Maria looked up and smiled as he approached, and she moved her chair over so he could sit beside her. Cory felt the old familiar pang of excitement as his eyes roamed her body. She looked fresh and alluring, dressed in a casual day dress, and he had the uncomfortable thought that she might not be wearing panties again.
Cory had to race through his breakfast as Sacha and Gary had a Taxi booked to take them to the airport at 10:15. Not many of the guests knew where they were going on a honeymoon, but Maria had informed him the night before that they were off to a resort in the Caribbean.
Sacha spoke up, saying that there were presents still in their suite.
"Would you and Mom arrange for them to be sent back to Cincinnati, please?". She gave Cory one of their suite keys so they could go and collect them.
Once they had departed, Cory and Maria approached the doorman to find out who they should ask about getting cartons to return the presents to Cincinnati. The doorman was a large, imposing black man and knew them both as he had hailed them several taxis the previous day. His name was Benton. He said he would organise a courier that the hotel often used, probably for around 3:00 p.m. that afternoon.
"Do you need my room number?" Cory asked.
"I believe you are in Suite 605, sir, and your daughter was in Suite 603," he stated, raising his eyebrows questioningly.
"Yes, those are our rooms," replied Maria. What should we do until then? We have hardly seen anything of New Orleans."
Benton responded, "Why don't you have lunch on one of the paddle steamers? I can book a table for the two of you. You must return here in fifteen minutes, though, because the boat leaves at 11:00."
Cory looked at Maria and said, "I have to go to my room and get my wallet. I'll meet you down here in ten."
They boarded the Natchez just minutes before it departed, went straight to the dining room, found a table with a good view of the river, and ordered drinks.
"What was Sacha looking so concerned about as she entered the dining room this morning? She looked like she was giving you a lecture," asked Maria.
"She wanted to know if we were getting back together. She heard us at it last night, you know. She asked me how I would react to finding you had slept with other men. I told her I had no right to complain. I said that we had been apart and I had not been an angel during that time. She advised me to leave it at that and not dig too deeply into the past. I'm guessing that was the look of concern you saw as we entered the breakfast room."
Maria sat quietly, looking like she was thinking through what Sacha and Cory had discussed. Then, she blurted out, "I think we should open up some more to each other. I know Sacha is trying to protect me, but it will be much worse if we learn things about one another in a few months. We don't have much to lose now and can hopefully remain friends if we disclose something now."
I responded, "I don't have much more to tell you. I bonked some women. A couple were married. I'm a little disappointed in myself for some of my affairs. I know I would have been pissed off if some guy had done that to me. But none of them meant any more to me than a quick bonk and all of them would have gone to someone else if I hadn't obliged."
"Yes, well, women are different. It's hard to sleep with a guy and feel nothing. Most of the kids I brought home were average, but half a dozen were special. They opened my eyes to what sex can be like. I am nothing like the woman you once knew, so I don't want us to get back together under false illusions."
"You said you were nervous at first and struggled to go with other men. What changed?" I asked.
Our drinks had arrived. Maria took a sip and told me to sit back and relax, as it could be a long story.
She said the first few guys she had asked home were all from her Saturday afternoon gym session. She would ask them home to dinner and always had a few drinks before they arrived to give herself some Dutch courage. She explained to me that she had been racked with guilt after each one and swore she would never do anything like it again.
Miranda and Sacha both had given her a lot of support. Miranda pointed out that if she ever wanted to have normal relationships, she had to overcome her sexual inhibitions. She also pointed out that she could validate her being promiscuous by telling herself she was researching different ideas for her writing.
"Remember, I was writing erotic stories and was gaining quite a following. I had over one hundred followers, and one of my stories had been read over forty thousand times. I looked forward to all the positive comments. It was good for my confidence," Maria pointed out.
She resumed her story, saying that a couple of months after her first gym encounter, she met a new guy she would call John for the story's sake. It was a weeknight. She had gone to the gym straight from work. John had asked her to dinner and said he could run her home afterwards. She was reluctant, as it broke with her usual routine, and she worried she would not have any chance to get courage from a drink beforehand. But she finally agreed as John was handsome and tall and, like many of the men at the gym, had an amazing fit body. He was much older than the other guys she had dated. Maybe in his early thirties. After her shower, she had arranged to meet John in the foyer.
When she got to the foyer, she was surprised to find another guy waiting with him. He explained that this was his flatmate and they would drop her back home after they had eaten. Realising nothing sexual was likely to happen, as he had his mate with him, she had relaxed and enjoyed their company. They had a lovely meal. Both men were interesting and gave her plenty of attention. The drinks flowed, two bottles of wine and a desert liquor, had her laughing at their stories and telling them more than she meant to about herself.
After the meal, when John parked outside her apartment, he invited himself and his friend up for coffee, saying it was far too early for them to call it a night. She felt she couldn't refuse them as John had not let her pay anything towards their dinner. And she was having such a good time that she didn't want the night to finish either.
They drank their coffees in her lounge, John sitting beside her on the couch, his friend sitting opposite. She had gotten up to put some music on and turned to find John standing behind her with his arms extended, asking her to dance. She had initially felt awkward, standing there dancing with his friend sitting watching. Then, with John holding her in a close embrace on a slower number, he lowered a hand to her butt. And when he moved the other hand between them and caressed her breast, she began getting aroused. She knew she should stop him, but the wine she had consumed at dinner dulled her conscience.
Maria paused and looked undecided about what to say next, "It's a bit awkward telling you the rest of what happened."
"Yes, I can guess where this is going, but carry on, you must finish it now. I'm alright. I'm getting excited myself."
"Well, things progressed very rapidly. John undid the catch on my bra, slipped his hand inside and worked on my nipples. You know how sensitive they can get. I had almost forgotten about his friend when I felt him behind me, working my panties down my legs. Before I knew it, we were in my bed. They were very good lovers, and I'm certain this was not the first time they had shared a woman, as they seemed to have a very smooth routine. They did not leave until around 3:00 a.m., and I learned a lot of things that night."
She paused again, and I knew she wanted to avoid going into too much more detail. But I was aroused and wanted to know more, "What did you learn? Tell me, I won't get upset."
"Well, they taught me positions I had never dreamed of. And I found out I liked being watched and could have more than one orgasm."
Still wanting more, I waved my hands to express that I wanted more detail.
Maria slumped her shoulders in resignation. "At some stage, I was lying on my side with John making love to me from the front and the other guy cuddling me from behind. John had asked me if I had any lubrication. I thought this was a strange question as I was extremely wet, embarrassingly so, in fact.
He said they wanted to have anal with me. I objected and said no way. It was something I did not do. But while John calmed me and continued making love, his friend must have found the lube in my bedside drawer. Before I knew it, his friend was fingering lube into my bottom. The wickedness of his doing that really turned me on. I pretended to struggle, and John held me tight, saying to go with it for a bit as he was certain I would love it. I didn't realise the friend had swapped his finger and was using his cock until he reached around me and began playing with my nipples."
A lurch of insane jealousy cramped in my gut, and I fought not to let this show on my face. The image of my petite, attractive wife being double-banged ran through my mind, and I almost instantly found I had a raging hard bursting to destroy the zip of my trousers.
"You're angry. I can see it in your face."
"I'm not angry, just jealous. All those times I tried to get you to have anal with me. But I'm not angry. Look, I'm as hard as a bloody hammer handle." And I slid back on my seat so she could see the bulge in my pants.
"Oh god, Cory, I wish things were different. I loved you so much, but I just couldn't do some things in those days."
"Did it hurt you?" I asked.
"There was a little pain when he first eased himself in, but thankfully, he wasn't that large, and soon I was writhing around in ecstasy. I don't know how many orgasms I had that night. I tried to count them when Miranda asked me the next day. But I know it was at least five. So I learned that night that I like anal, and having two guys was pretty special."
I noticed that people were filing into the dining area, and a couple had just seated themselves at the table next to ours. We would not be able to continue this current conversation. I leaned over towards Maria so as not to be heard. "You must keep the sexy details until later, or I will come in my pants. But I do want to hear more. Did you learn any other home truths about yourself?"
Maria leaned towards me and quietly replied, "Yes, plenty. That was the turning point for me. I learned that multiple orgasms are not just a figment of some male writers' imagination. And most importantly, I had no guilt or remorse afterwards. Nor have I had any since that night." She hesitated again, "It was the first time I owned the fact that I had dirty fantasies and that it was perfectly alright to live them out."
Over lunch, I kept the conversation casual, only briefly touching on topics about the previous year. I learned that John and his mate had visited her two more times before John had moved away to California for work. And that she had tried another threesome with a guy and his girlfriend.
We returned to our hotel around 2:30 p.m. and went straight to the kid's penthouse to pack all the presents. The porter arrived with the boxes soon after, and once we had the gifts boxed, we called down to Benton to organise a courier. Then we went down to Maria's room and moved all her luggage up to my suite, having decided we would sleep together that night.
Later, I went down to the lobby to ask Benton if he knew of any local Blues clubs we might try that night.
"There are plenty within walking distance of the hotel, or did you want something less touristy?" he asked.
"I don't want to do Bourbon Street on a Saturday night. We would much rather try somewhere the locals hang out."
"Well, there are a few places over the other side of the river that are worth visiting, but I know a good one this side. It's expensive, and you will need a taxi to get there, as it's a good thirty minutes drive away."
When I nodded to him that this was no problem, he continued. "You will need to get there before 9:00 p.m. After 9:00, there will likely be lines of people wanting to get into the place. It fills up quickly after that, and they only tend to let in people they know or any single females that turn up. However, they will not admit to that, but it is how it works. Call down twenty minutes before you want to leave, and I'll have a cab waiting for you."
"Just book it now. Make it for 8:30, and I will make sure we are in the lobby before then."
Benton grinned. "I won't be on duty then, so make yourself known at the porters' desk. I'll sort everything out for you and let the driver know where you're going."
I gave Benton a good tip, then returned to the penthouse and told Maria what I had planned. We sat and continued our earlier conversation.
Maria asked about my plans when I returned to Cincinnati and whether I wanted to stay some nights at her place.
I had already thought about this and replied, "That would be nice. I have my new car at the airport."
"I feel you are not 100% certain about our getting back together. Do you think we should take some time to get our heads around everything?"
I didn't answer for a minute. I still had not had time to work out everything in my head.
"I never really thought there would ever be a chance of our getting back together. However, although I'm struggling to come to grips with the new you, my body is screaming out that I want you. But I don't want us to get hurt again. Does that make sense?"
"Some things will only get answered in time, but I'll answer any questions you have honestly, you know that?"
"That's the problem. I don't know what to ask you. There are a dozen things I'm sure I should be asking you, as the changes I see are unbelievable. But I'm bloody scared of some of the answers I might get."
Maria looked worried but pressed me, "I would like to try to make our marriage work again, so ask me your worst question."
"Okay, do you think you will want to keep bringing young guys home from the gym?" I smiled as I said this, hoping Maria would take it as a joke question.
"I don't know. At this moment, sitting here, no, I don't think so. However, I might if you wanted me to. It's something we need to discuss if the occasion ever arises. There are still some things I want to try. I'm hoping you will be open to experimenting with me.
I threw my hands up to show my confusion, "I don't know how I feel about sharing you. I have always been jealous, but living in Asia for three years has changed me. They have a very different attitude to sex over there. Do you know it is common for a wife to arrange a prostitute for her husband if she thinks she is not fulfilling his needs for any reason?
And it goes the other way, too. Almost all of my cleaners were married, and when I asked some of the first ones who turned up what their husbands thought about their sleeping with me, they looked at me as if I was stupid and replied, "It's part of the job. Why would their husbands be bothered?"
Maria leaned over and squeezed my hand. "I wouldn't want to have any other men in our bed if you were not fully agreeable, and I don't know how I would handle you with another woman."
"I have been very aroused the last two days just thinking of what you have admitted. So maybe if things were all lined up, I might try. But one thing I do know, I would have been incredibly pissed if you had slept with Gary's Uncle Cliff."
Maria laughed, "I won't sleep with him then."
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Around 8:00, Maria headed into the bathroom with her overnight bag, then emerged fifteen minutes later looking absolutely stunning. She had on a tight black mini-skirt. It had a small split over her left thigh to make it easier to walk in. She wore a black tank top with a black sheer long-sleeved blouse and high black stiletto heels. I was sure she was not wearing a bra, as I could see no bra line. Also, her nipples were visible through the top's fabric, even though the sheer black blouse was meant to make the tight tank top appear slightly more decent. The look was very classy, with just enough tramp about her to stir the lump in my trousers. She was undoubtedly going to turn some heads at the club that evening.
I had chosen my dress jeans, a light blue shirt, and a dark navy blue sports jacket. I was conscious again that I had not kept myself in as good a shape as Maria. Her figure was close to what it had been when I met her at seventeen. The brief black outfit wrapping her pale form was a sight to behold.
Our driver was waiting for us when we got to the lobby. The porter pointed us to a young black guy dressed in a smart charcoal suit and told us his name was Lewis.
Maria pulled close to me and whispered in my ear, "He looks good enough to eat. Maybe the car will break down on the way. I have never been with a black man."
I was unsure if she was yanking my chain or serious, so I just mumbled a positive comment and guided Maria behind the driver as he led us to his car. He turned out to be a very entertaining guy, telling us stories about the places we were passing during the drive. We arrived at a small row of shops in the suburbs, in the centre of which there was a sizeable fronted building that I could tell had once been the town's picture theatre. There was no name out front to say it was a nightclub.
However, Lewis stopped out front and leapt out to open our doors. He handed me his card, saying, "Give me a call when you want me to pick you up. I'll very likely be waiting outside if it's after midnight."
Reading the card, I saw his name was Lewis Hamilton, and he had a photo of a Mercedes F1 car on it. I looked at Lewis and asked him if that was his real name. He nodded at me that it was, but gave me a big wink and followed by telling me that Lewis was his hero. I also realised then that he vaguely looked like a tall Lewis Hamilton. He even had his hair braided like Lewis Hamilton.
Benton had warned me the club was expensive but assured me it was well worth the visit. Sure enough, the door price was more than I expected in Cincinnati and well over the top after similar places I had frequented in Asia. Once inside, I saw that a large dance floor dominated half of the auditorium. Around which were tables that seated four, with most of the sidewalls, and across the back, lined with cubicles that could, at a pinch, hold half a dozen bodies.
Most of these cubicles were full, the odd one with couples, but mostly, they had three to five well-built black guys seated in them. I quickly noted that only a handful of white couples were in the place. And the guys in the cubicles all went quiet as we were directed to a free table on the left side of the room. It felt like I was walking a naked lady into a church, as every eye was upon Maria. I was beginning to worry about this local joint that Benton had sent us to. However, I had to accept that no one seemed hostile - quite the opposite; most of the guys were grinning and looking way too friendly.
Once we were seated, the atmosphere around us eased, and people returned to their conversations. A pretty black waitress came and took our drink order. Not too long after, we felt the room tense again and saw a dozen girls in their twenties being directed to a long trestle table. By their dress, it was apparent the girls were a hen party, as the bride stood out in her veil with all sorts of paraphernalia attached to it.
I leaned over to Maria, "It's a bit of a meat market here. Do you think we should call Lewis and find somewhere else?" I was sounding Maria out, as I remembered her being very nervous around different ethnicities during our marriage.