" Your best friend?! Kelli, I'm your husband! Your lover!" No more asswipe," Carlos said from the easy chair. He'd pushed it back, his feet up."Tell h...m to leave," I demanded of my wife. "Tell him you want him to go. Now." I can't do that, sweetie," my wife said."Why not?" Because I don't want him to leave."Carlos chucked at that. "She don't want me to leave, you hear that sweetie?" "Well I'm telling you. Get out. Get out now, you son of a bitch!" I shrieked. I was practically hysterical."Just. Young black guy, cock as big as a baseball bat, fucked her silly. Made her feel like a teenager again.”What? I thought. “You got your wife fucked? By a black guy you hired?”“Yep,” he replied, “And I’ve gotten laid every night since. You should try it; your sex life will never be the same. Speaking of which, ol’ buddy, I need to get home. She’ll be waiting for me.”On the drive home my mind wandered. How would I feel about someone, no, not someone, a black man, fucking my wife Candy?Later that. He delighted in telling dirty stories and would let you watch his horse mount a mare for a groat or two.Anna dejectedly pulled her frock over her head. She was wearing her shift beneath, which she belatedly realized might anger her brother. He didn't seem to care; he was busy disrobing himself. So off came the shift as well, and then she lay back submissively on the blanket, the wool scratching at her back and buttocks.Vladimir joined her after a moment, and while she lay there passively, he. "You're kidding, right?" No, I'm serious. I've never had a decent portrait of the two of us, together. Not even when you were born. Your father wouldn't have it ... He said it was unseemly. It's something I've always regretted." ... I don't know ... I'm not sure I could..."Jill was going to say something but something made me take up Jill's arm and squeeze it; silently I let her know to let me run with it. "September, can I say something to you in private... ?" Yeah ... I guess..."I walked.