She explained, “Well, over several months, he kept making excuses to come to Houston, and we grew close. I would always stay with him in his hotel room, and we had our own way of having sex. I would let him play with my body, and I would play with his dick. Even though it never really got very hard, I was able to make him cum a couple of times. We eventually talked about marriage. The first time he mentioned it, he said he would ask me to marry him if he thought he could please me, but he said, if we were married, he didn’t think he would be able to put up with me having an affair. I again told him that sex wasn’t the most important thing, but he said he knew I would eventually go looking for someone who could satisfy me in bed. Then one day he said he thought he might have a solution that he would be ok with. He told me about you, and he said he was almost positive you would be able to keep me satisfied. I hate to admit this, but I laughed at him and told him there was no way a 19-year-old kid would be able to keep me satisfied. I admit I was wrong. In fact, you are the best lover I’ve ever had. Then he talked me into transferring to the main office here in Dallas. He said he would introduce me to you, let me spend some time getting to know you, and if I thought you could keep me happy, then we would go through with the marriage. When he went out of town this time, he told me it would be ok with him if I wanted to seduce you.”
I said, “Fuck, Heather. I thought you really liked me, but now I find out I’m just being used as a sex object.”
She asked, “You have a problem with that?”
“Fuck, no!”
We both laughed. I still didn’t understand how this would work, though. I said, “I’m still confused. So, let’s say you guys get married. Even if he’s ok with his wife having sex with me, I’m not sure I would feel right about doing that to him. And, like I said, you’re a screamer, and I just can’t imagine him lying in bed and listening to me giving you orgasms when he knows he can’t do it himself. I mean, I don’t have a problem fucking you all day, every day, when he’s out of town, but I’m not sure I would be comfortable with him in the house.”
“Oh, John, you don’t give me enough credit. Don’t you think I have thought about that? I already found a solution. I bought a high end set of noise-cancelling earphones. It has a remote that will allow him to listen to music CDs, or he can watch TV. He can also tune all sound out so no matter how loud I scream, he won’t be able to hear me. Does that set your mind at ease?”
I replied, “Oh, wow! I saw those headphones in the mall. I wanted to buy them so I could watch porn with the sound up without anyone being able to hear it. They were expensive as hell.” I paused and thought about it for a minute before continuing, “Yeah, I think that might work. I want to talk to him when he gets home though, to make sure he’s 100 percent on board with this arrangement. I don’t want to do anything to hurt him.”
She said, “Oh, John. You’re really sweet and caring. It makes me happy to know you care about your dad’s feelings like that. I can assure you he’s ok with us. It was his idea, after all, and we have discussed it in detail. But, to satisfy your concerns, we will talk to him when he gets home next week.”