Snow jumped off the couch and began barking, signaling that Wendy was home from a weekend trip to her parents. I rose from the e-z boy and met her at the door. "Hey Hun," Wendy said with a quick kiss to the cheek as she pushed past with an armful of packages. "Could you grab my bags and the rest of the packages in the car," she asked not really looking for a reply. Opening the car door I saw that she and her mom had been on a mall mission as the back seat was covered in bags of department store booty. Later as I sat in my chair flipping channels on the remote I could hear Wendy in the background going on and on about this store and that...this outfit and the other. "Are you listening to me?" she asked. "Why don't you turn that off and listen to what I'm saying," she chided. "I'm sorry hun," I replied. Wendy held up a garment... a bright pink top as she held it closely to her chest. "What do you think?" she asked with a smile growing on her face. "I love it...its really nice," I said

"Who's Lucas?" she asked. "Just a friend," I replied. "He was asking if I might be able to grab a couple of beers after work. That okay with you," I inquired as Wendy picked up a glass. "I guess. You're not going to be too late are you? "No, just a few drinks," I replied. "Whatever," she retorted as she headed back into the house. That was much easier than I thought. The afternoon seemed to drag by as I thought about the evening ahead. Driving across town, I could see images of Richard standing at the door to greet me. Before leaving the office I had changed into shorts, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes. I knew my secretary assumed I was off to the gym. In reality, it was just quicker to disrobe from. Lucas had been clear - be naked when you get here. I walked up the flight of steps to Lucas and Richard's apartment. My heart was pounding in my chest as I looked around for anyone who might be headed my way. The coast seemed to be clear. At the doo

Richard stopped. His eyes searching mine for some type of response. My mind was racing. Trying to catch up with everything he said. Lucas had seduced me for Richard. I was recruited to be Richard's lover. "So, you're telling me Lucas had no intention of showing my wife those videos." I said somewhat indignantly. "No...that's not what I said. Lucas would do what it takes. If he thought that would keep you here. Yes, he'd do it in a heartbeat and think nothing of it. If it pleased him... he'd do it then too. But just to hurt you – I don't think so. So, now you know. It was for me. Really you're free to do what you want. You can walk out that door and not look back. We won't come after you. Or you can stay here with me. Have me here and have your wife at home. It's really your choice," David said as he lightly laid his hand atop mine. "And one more thing...if you did stay, nothing has changed for Lucas. He would demand you continue to serve him. He would use you any time he wante

Lucas had returned home early with three friends in tow. He met us in the hallway as Richard and I hurried out of the bathroom, sopping wet, with towels haphazardly wrapped around our waists. "Come in and meet the guests," Lucas invited "And leave those wet towels." Lucas walked back up the hall leaving Richard and I looking at each other, wondering just who and how many were in the next room. We dropped the towels onto the bathroom floor and padded into the den in our birthday suits. A pretty young blonde was tearing through Lucas's collection of CD's and a black couple were making out on the couch. When we came into view, the attractive black lady stopped dead in her hot embrace with eyes as big as saucers. A slight gasp came from her mouth as the blonde turned around and with a very pronounced southern accent cried, "Damn! "They're ne-kkid!'" The black lady found her voice, "Whoa Lucas, I ain't pullin' no damn train. You can forget that shit." "Slow down princess," Lucas said. "T

I could barely overhear the conversations as Lucas and Richard made their way into the house where Wendy no doubt ushered them into the kitchen for a beer or cocktail. Several minutes later, Richard emerged casually dressed in shorts and a polo shirt with the steaks that had been marinating most of the afternoon. Handing me the tray, his fingers touched my hand and I felt that electricity that surged through my body. His smile made me warm as we exchanged small talk about our week. Dinner was superb complimented with a fine bottle of Cabernet. Wendy, typically not much of a drinker, was enjoying the conversation with my new friends. Later we retired to the outside patio where Lucas and Wendy continued their conversation. I could already tell she was feeling the impact of the wine as she acted a little giddy with a slight slur to her words. At Lucas's suggestion, we all felt another bottle might be in order as everyone seemed to be enjoying the evening. When I returned, Lucas was sur