Part XI: Saturday

It had been a few days since you two saw off Sarah and Jakob at the airport. The apartment, and sex in general, felt emptier without the two of them for company. Yet you and Karen fucked like rabbits every day, your shared experiences with the lovers driving your hormones into overdrive.

You were relaxing in the bedroom, naked, when Karen walked in. She wore an extremely short skirt that barely covered her ass, and nothing else. You had begun to develop a fetish for seeing her in skirts, especially after her public displays of fun with Sarah and Jakob, and she obliged by wearing the shortest ones she could find in her wardrobe.

She snuggles up next to you and says, “Love, we need to talk.”

“I’m listening,” you reply.

“It’s about our relationship. We need to talk about how we should proceed forward. Whether or not we invite more people to our bed.”