This is the rework of a self-published auto-biographical story (2008), rewritten for this blog. Names of characters have been changed.
Content warning: mental and physical abuse, misogyny.
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do.
Continued from… Joy (2)
All these thoughts went through her mind in a split second and then Fred quickly put a damper on it.
“No, Joy. That’s not possible. We will never engage in partner swapping. I won’t allow you and Annie to go to a room alone. That is just not the way we do it.”
To Annie he once again sounded like a sulking little boy, but this time there was something mean in his voice too, like he was trying to give Joy a taste of her own medicine.
“I know it’s not the way you do it, but please make an exception for me. I only want to see what it’s like to have sex with a woman; whether I like it. Grant me that. After that, I won’t make contact with any of you again, but I will approach the other club members. All I would like to know first is whether I can enjoy going to bed with a woman.”
“Joy,” Fred said, “maybe we could reach a compromise.”
Joy’s face brightened. Annie felt nervous.
“The two of you can go to Annie’s room. I will let you alone for half an hour and then join you. The three of us can then have fun,” he laughed.
“That means you’ll also have sex with me, Fred, and that will not happen.” Joy had a businesslike sound in her voice. “I will never have sex with another man if my husband is not in the room with me, the same way my husband will never have sex with another woman if I am not in the same room with him. That was the agreement we made when we started swinging. I will not violate the faith my husband has in me.”
Fred was silent for a while, obviously reviewing the situation.
“Sorry, Joy. It’s definite: you and Annie can go to her room. I join you half an hour later and we all have fun.”
“I’m sorry too, Fred, but I stick with what I said. I would love to go to a room with Annie, but since you want to be part of it, it stops here.”
It was clear that Joy wouldn’t allow even a charming man like Fred to win her over.
Very little of his charm was left. Fred was angry. It didn’t go the way he wanted it. He left the two women alone and continued the work he was busy with when Joy arrived, less than an hour earlier. Joy departed shortly after.
“Annie, if you’re in the mood for a trio with my husband and me, please call me,” Joy said when she got in her car as she left. Annie knew exactly what would happen if she would venture upon that. She barely answered Joy. When Annie walked back to the house, there was one thought stuck in her mind: neither Fred nor Joy asked her opinion about Joy’s proposal. They had discussed her as if she was for sale.
Fred waited for Annie in the living room.
“And, is she gone?”
“What did you think of her?” he wanted to know.
“Oh, I think she’s nice, but…”
Fred didn’t give Annie a chance to continue.
“Of course you think she’s nice. If there’s a pussy attached to it, you think it’s nice!”
“Fred…” Annie started, but she didn’t get the opportunity to voice her full protest.
“That Joy is nothing other than a rich slut. A whore. She surely had so many men that a man feels like he enters a wind tunnel when he has sex with her. Her husband must be a pathetic little fellow. He’s probably not able to give her all she wants, which is why she has to look for it in other places. It’s a good thing that we didn’t end between the sheets!”
Annie didn’t say a word. Fred stood up to walk out of the room. At the door, he turned around.
“And you! You didn’t say a word. You couldn’t wait to get into bed with her, could you? Maybe you’re just as big a slut as she is. A whore. But wait! I will make a proper woman out of you. A woman that I can be proud of. I will fill up the gaps where your upbringing fell short.”
Annie was seething. How dare he claim her parents didn’t raise her appropriately?
That evening it was Fran’s turn to sleep with Fred, but he kicked her out of bed and told her to sleep with Annie. He claimed she had bad breath and he didn’t want her in his bed. Just when Annie thought nothing can shock her anymore, he did something to proof her wrong. It was a vicious thing to do, kicking his wife out of their bed.
The aversion that she felt for him, increased bit by bit every day.
To be continued… Joy (4)
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