"Bobby is getting serious about his new girlfriend," Vicki spoke softly sitting down to breakfast. I felt an inflection of concern or maybe resolve in her tenor. It was Saturday morning. The May air felt cool, the sun warming my back as it had just cleared the eves. We were eating breakfast on the patio. It seemed so quiet, peaceful; nice to be with my wife.

"Good for him. He needs to be thinking about a wife and family anyway." The kids were watching TV, Saturday AM cartoons. They were eight and ten, cute kids… all we had ever wanted in a family.

"He told me yesterday that he wants to be more faithful to his feeling for her. Monday will be the last time we get together." I looked at my wife closely, considering. She had been seeing him, fucking him, for just about a year. I knew she had to have some feelings and was not quite sure what to say… or exactly how she felt so I watched her closely for some indication.

"You okay with that?" I asked honestly, caring deeply about Vicki's feelings, even those feelings about Bobby, her young lover. We talked often about feelings, hers and mine, about us and about her lovers. Vicki had several lovers. She was very committed to Jack and enjoyed his ownership of her body. Bobby was younger, in better shape, and more aggressive sexually. He liked to tie her to the bed while fucking her. Once he had taken her in our front entry with the door ajar. Pinned her against the wall while kissing and fondling her breasts… stripped her naked and fucked her right there on the welcome matt. It was exciting, a rush for Vicki. Sex is sex but the variety of lovers, their personal preferences, individual ways, acts and actions were adventurous, thrilling, exciting, alluring. Bill, another of her lovers, was… well… an effective lay, though not as exciting he was larger than most and good for a pleasant evening.

"Yes and no." She struggled a little. "I mean he needs to be moving on, living his own life and all. It's just that, well, I get a bit involved… you know… emotionally with these guys. I like Bobby and will miss my time with him." I appreciated her honesty. It made the whole thing work and kept our personal relationship safe and strong.

"I've been thinking…" Vicki paused, "Jack's Deed is due to renew at the end of the month… and with Bobby out, well, I was thinking of taking the next month or two off." I listened quietly as she spoke her mind.

"I enjoy our time and I want to spend a bit more time at home… with you and the kids… just relaxing… getting away… a vacation of sorts."

"And then?" I asked not sure exactly what she wanted at the moment.

"Oh, I want renew Jack's Lease. That's just fun! I never know what he will come up with. And as long as he wants to play and you don't mind, I think I'll just keep his lease current." I smiled. Yes, he was always interesting. From the first week of Jack's lease, as Vicki called it, or sale as the ‘bill of sale' read he had taken a very curious, fun, and inventive interest in Vicki's sex.

"As for the other's…" Vicki took another bite pausing to chew, "I just want a vacation. Then we can replace Bobby." Vicki sipped her green tea. "I don't think I would or could enjoy a marriage based on strict monogamy any more. And I can't abide lying to each other… not that we would. I mean we talk about things… but hiding, sneaking, lying to your spouse to keep an affair." She paused to look directly at me. I had more than suggested the changes to our ‘marital fidelity', more like insisted really. Vicki had just given in over time.

She took her role in their lives seriously too. It was not strictly "recreational". Vicki felt responsible to take care of the sexual needs, appetites, and desires of her lovers… all her lovers.

"Frankly, I enjoy the variety… and the sex. I don't want to give it up. I just want a vacation." Vicki sat back from the table. "I am going to leave a message for Bill." She said. "I don't want to quit. Honestly I like doing them. I just want a break… for a while." Vicki took another bite.

Jack paid the outrageous sum of $1.00 to own Vicki's body for the period of three months. We prepared and gave him a Deed, confirmed with a Bill of Sale as a receipt. He had renewed his Deed twice… and used it often. Vicki had sex with him several times most weeks, usually after work and on the way home from his office. Jack was married. About once a month Jack came up with some outrageous event for Vicki as the ‘owner' of her sex. He used her in his business as well as private affairs. He was creative, impulsive, inventive and fun… for both of us.

Bobby was a younger man she had met at the spa several years ago. He had a voracious appetite for sex, her sex. Vicki enjoyed his passion and aggression. I had changed my tee-times to mid morning's Sunday so she could meet him. Vicki was gone by six and home by nine, well serviced and ready to do Mom duty. She usually met him once or twice during the week too.

Bill was a salesman. He was a client of Jack's who had meet Vicki on one of Jack's sales calls. His area covered several states. He was in town every third week for a few days. Vicki spent one of those evenings with him.

Then there was me… Vicki took good care of me, two or three times a week. It kept our relationship strong and devoted. Vicki had gone from ordinary marital sex once every week or two to having sex almost everyday, sometimes several times a day, and often with several different men in a day. Oral, anal, vaginal… lovers, clients, and husband Vicki took care of us all… developing a real appetite too. She never shrugged the pleasures or the responsibility to service her men adequately. In fact she regarded them rather jealously.

One Saturday she had done Bobby in the early AM, me afterwards, Jack and clients at a party that afternoon, Bill after dinner, and me again that night. I enjoyed her energy. I completely understood her wanting, no needing a vacation. Really I did, and now seemed as good a time as any.

This Saturday was quiet, our time together, family time… nice time. Jack was away on business. Bobby was getting serious about his new life. Bill had left town last night.

An Unusual Wednesday…

"Hello." Vicki answered the phone, it early Wednesday morning, before she left for work. This was the third week of her vacation. Vicki recognized the voice at the other end. It was Jack's secretary. She had called on several occasions to set appointments for Jack when he was out of town. She had called me before the shipping crate had arrived so I would be looking for it… though she did not seem to understand its particular significance she was obviously privy in someway to part of Vicki's activities. Jack's lease would expire this week.

"Jack wants to renew the lease… say this Friday… yes… He says to be ready for shipping the following Friday afternoon."

"Yes. When… what time Friday?" Vicki asked.

"Say about noon … at Ruby River ." The woman said formally.

"Sure. I'll be there." Vicki set the receiver down.

"Well, Hun. Jack wants to re-up… and I get shipped out this Friday… so much for the vacation."

"Why didn't you put him off?" I asked frankly.

"Because it's Jack… besides I want a break from the vacation, if you know what I mean." She smiled wryly.

"Sure. What did you mean by shipped out?" I asked watching her gather her effects to leave for work.

"Parcel Post… crate and freight." She smiled. A glint twinkled in her eye as she turned towards the front door. The excitement almost radiated in her smile. The tires screeched a bit at the end of the driveway as she sped off. I smiled at her enthusiasm.

"You must be Vicki." It was a simple enough statement of fact… except when delivered unexpectedly by a woman… when you are expecting a man, your lover to be exact. It was Jack's secretary. Vicki recognized her voice almost immediately.

"Yes. And where is Jack?" The hostess led the two women towards a small booth at the back of the restaurant. Vicki stood. The woman sat down sliding across the bench comfortably.

"My name is Karen. He's not coming. In fact I told Jack I would handle the renewal. I found this document in a file… at the back of his files… in his desk… quite by accident… while searching for a miss placed file… before a business trip of his." She slid the Deed across the table for Vicki to examine. It seemed to be Vicki's Deed and her Bill of Sale.

The waitress took their lunch order. Vicki returned the papers. "So what do you think this means?"

"Nothing really. It explained the phone calls. I really didn't care what the arrangements were for anyway."

"Didn't care… and you do now?" Vicki asked sipping her iced tea.

"It seems that your phone number appears several times on the call list of my fiance's cell phone bill…. I believe you know him." Vicki sipped quietly not wishing to interrupt the woman.

"His name is Bobby…" Vicki nearly spit her tea. "May I take it then, that you do know Bobby?" Karen smiled thinly at Vicki. "Sorry but I must ask, do you have a similar arrangement with him?"

"Yes. I know Bobby… and no. The arrangements I, we, my husband and I have with Jack are unique. As for Bobby, he broke it off a month ago… to be faithful to you. He was quite fond of you." Vicki stammered a bit flustered by events. Her mind raced as she fumbled with the situation. Vicki blushed, her heart pounding like thunder.

She smiled. "Good for him." The woman pushed another paper and a pen towards Vicki. It was a new Bill of Sale for Jack. Vicki read it over carefully before signing it. The woman handed Vicki a crisp new un-circulated one dollar bill, the proper purchase amount.

"I'll put that with the Deed." Lunch arrived… a Cob salad for Karen and a Cesar's Salad for Vicki… Karen slid two new pieces of paper towards Vicki. One was a Mortgage of Jack's Deed, a ‘second' kind of document, giving the holder all of the rights of ownership… display, usage, possession, etc… second to Jack, the primary Deed holder, and excluding the issuance of a third unless there were a resolution of the primary or secondary title holders claim. The other was a very similar Bill of Sale… for the price of one dollar, consideration.

This sale is second only to those rights of Jack… and the sellers husband should she so choose – and shall be primary to the rights of everyone else… in the amount of $1.00

Vicki read and reread the paper before her.

"So you want to make a purchase also?" Vicki stammered. "What use would you have of such a purchase?"

The woman smiled. "I intend to make it wedding gift of a sort… after the honeymoon and all." Karen looked up serious as she spoke, "I won't have him stepping out. And with you I will know when and with whom. ‘I' will retain ownership and thereby control however."

"And is that your sole interest in this arrangement?" Vicki asked her mind racing to keep up with events, adrenaline coursing through Vicki's body pounding, racing wildly in her mind. Her heart paused earnestly awaiting an answer.

"Mostly. My interests are somewhat different than Jack's. Yet still, I might find some intrigue in my position." Karen evaded a direct answer. Vicki considered quietly while she ate. She had no interest in being with another woman… and that would be a distinct possibility… She had never even considered another ‘Deed' option running concurrently with Jack… and the additional demands on her time; if it were used in some fashion might prove difficult or overbearing to her family. Then there was her husband… what might he think of things? Vicki considered carefully.

"And if I don't sign it…" Vicki quipped.

"Then don't. There is no threat. We all know about things, you, me, and your husband." Karen smiled pleasantly as she ate her lunch. "But I think you will."

"And will Jack know of this?" Vicki asked having just considered that possibility.

"What will it change really?" Karen's lips pursed a thin flat line. Her retort was to the point. What would it change… for Vicki anyway… maybe for Karen, but Vicki could see little point passed that of personal embarrassment.

The papers sat in front of Vicki as she ate. Vicki did not answer for the moment. She was still considering… and recovering her composure. The paper sat undisturbed and unsigned thru lunch. Once Vicki got over the shock she found Karen, a younger lady, quite pleasant. She felt happy for Bobby too in finding someone so nice… and cute… petite, blond, blue eyes, a nice shape, well groomed… really a very pleasant Lady.

The waitress cleared the table leaving the lunch bill. The papers lay awkwardly between them.

"I'll get this if you get that." Vicki retrieved the Bill of Sale, pen in hand, pointing at the lunch ticket. Vicki signed Karen's ‘Deed in Second' and the Bill of Sale. Vicki drew a very slow deliberate, deep breath before pushing the papers back to Karen.

"Now that you have it what do you intend to do with it?" Vicki challenged. Not sure, hoping really, that Karen would never do anything with it. The ‘point' she suspected was little more than the whole confrontation issue and not the ‘using' of the lease itself. So it seemed to Vicki to be the reality of things at the moment.

"I'll get lunch." Karen said passing Vicki another crisp new one dollar bill. They stood to leave. Karen held the door open for Vicki to leave…

"Friday the crate is mine." Karen said as she walked briskly away leaving Vicki in a stunned silence. Not the answer she had anticipated!

"You'll never guess who took me to lunch today." Vicki said as we got into bed next to her husband.

"Alright, who?" I asked as I cuddled over close to her. I began tracing tiny soft circles around Vicki's areolas. I wanted her tonight. I could feel her nipples tighten at the attention. She has wonderfully large nipples nearly ? inch tall and just about ? inch wide when fully erect. I rolled one gently between my forefinger and thumb.

"Jack's secretary. She renewed his lease… and…" She paused, closing eyes focusing on the sensations in her breasts. "Turns out she is Bobby's fiance." I stopped for a brief moment.

"No."

"Yup, and she bought a lease option for herself." Vicki smiled at my surprise.

"She knows… she bought a lease…. You're kidding!" I stammered. "And you sold her one?"

"I wasn't really sure at first. I mean, at first I thought she might just be angry, or thinking of blackmail or something. So I told her that you knew about everything. She didn't blink. She said I didn't have to sell her one… she just figured I would." Vicki began caressing my nipples. My hand followed the shape of her hip. "I thought about it during lunch. Then I sold her a lease… for a crisp new one dollar bill. I'm rich you know. I've gotten ‘two' nice new crisp one dollar bills in one day." She giggled.

"So now what?" I asked enjoying the feel of her thighs.

"Frankly, I'm just not sure. At first, I figured she just wanted a confrontation. Then maybe it was a novelty never to be used for anything. She said she was going to give it to Bobby as wedding or an engagement present… so he wouldn't be tempted to ‘step out' on her or something. But… the crate on Friday is… for her use." Vicki began kissing my nipples. Softly I ran my finger tips along her spine, over her hips and up her thighs.

"For her…" I asked with curiosity. "Is that good?"

"Not sure… Though I'd give her a chance… she seemed like a nice woman… and Bobby thinks the world of her." Vicki caught her breath as I began tracing lightly along the folds of her vulva.

I had other interest in the moment. The conversation died as Vicki's labia, excited and enlarged protruded past the vulva. I continued tracing, caressing her labia until her clitoris rose from the attention. Slowly, softly I ran my finger tip about her stimulated clit. Vicki's tummy twitched. She moaned. It was nearly time for me to enter her. I loved making love to her. Her sex feels soooo gooood as it welcomes my manhood. Slowly I begin to move my cock inside her warm wet pussy. Her response is good. She moaned clutching me tightly into her. "Yes! Fuck my pussy…. Fuck me good. Yes!" I oblige enjoying her desire and passion. My wife buckles at the center cumming in a wonderful bonding orgasm. I release enjoying the sensations of filling her pussy with my cum. Yes! I love fucking my wife.

We lay quietly cuddling. It was Thursday night. Tomorrow Vicki was being ‘crated and freighted' for the weekend. I missed her when she was gone.

"Have you considered... I mean… being subject to a woman… she might… you know." I whispered in the night.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that a lot today. I never even had a curiosity about being with a woman… once when I was a teenager… I had a dream… but that's about it. I'm not sure I want that to change either." Karen spoke quietly.

"So what do you think she's about this weekend?" I asked rolling onto my back.

"I don't know. But I can't imagine that she'll have Bobby there, or another guy about… If you know what I mean." Karen rolled to face me.

"Yeah…" I mused in the silence. "So I guess you're planning on..." I faltered an attempt to soften the obvious.

"It seems inevitable. I have just been hoping to avoid the situation. I mean, I really like men. I like what we have... I enjoy taking care of all my men… a lot." She giggled. "I'm not afraid of women, or hate those that go that way…" she stammered, "I am just not sure I'm up to the reality of another woman… but then I'm sure that I won't get through the weekend without it going that way either." She mused about the words in the darkness. I listened.