Thomas Improvises

Original chapter by Reyhani.

It's best to put my decision into action right away. You shouldn't put off unpleasant emails, otherwise you'll never get them done. And that would be fatal, as I'm running out of time. Who knows what Dirk is up to on his shopping trip with Sina? The sooner my boss Lily gets rid of him, the better.

Dear Lily, can we have a quick meeting? I miss you and need to talk to you urgently about the experiment. Something

I stop writing, stare into space for a moment, and delete everything. She had impressed upon me to keep our relationship secret and not to mix it with work. So I start again:

Dear Dr. Gregorius, could I ask you for a personal meeting about the Seidenspinner project? There have been unexpected complications regarding

“Thomas!”

Can't a person ever get any peace around here?! What does Jessica want now?

“Come here right now!”

That sounds urgent. Sighing, I get up from my office chair and go looking for her. I find her lying on her back on the bed in the bedroom. I clear my throat, but she doesn't move, just stares at the ceiling.

“Thomas, we need to talk,” she says in a grave voice, without looking at me.

First I feel cold, then hot. I assume it's about Dirk. Or does she know about me and Lily? I have to be careful. Maybe she can even help me. So I go on the offensive:

"You're right, honey, I have to apologize for having Dirk stay here so unexpectedly and for so long. Now, with Sina around, it's really too cramped. And have you seen the way he looks at our girl?! He has to leave immediately!“

Jessica has raised her head and is staring at me with her mouth open.

”Or do you disagree?“ I ask, a little cheekily.

Now my wife finds her voice again.

”That's typical: when it comes to your little princess, you take action. But you can't say a word to me. No explanation, nothing. How guilty do you think I felt? That's all my brain capacity was good for. Apart from that, last week I was just your so-called best friend's fuck doll, his cock worshipper, his mare in heat..."

“... I'd rather call you a bitch in heat...”

I just manage to dodge a pillow Jessica throws at me. She's now kneeling on the bed, glaring at me angrily.

“And then you watch us and start jerking off to it. My bad conscience towards you finally disappeared. I want an explanation, or I’ll pack my things!”

That's not really an option. Then I'd have to keep Dirk away from Sina all by myself. And she really deserves some kind of explanation. Now I'm the one with a bad conscience. However, I can hardly tell her that I sold her to my boss as a guinea pig in a study on sexual attractants that my company is researching.

For better or worse, I have to improvise.

“Honey, I just wanted to do something nice for you. We haven't had sex for so long, and I thought ... When I invited Dirk over, I basically gave him permission. He was already known as Casanova at school, and apparently nothing has changed in terms of his skills and equipment. I couldn't possibly have told you that beforehand, could I?!”

Jessica looks suspicious. She's obviously still angry and doesn't really know whether to believe me. I continue to embellish my story.

"I know it's all a bit unorthodox. But I just grabbed the first straw that came my way. That was Dirk. And you kind of like it, don't you? In any case, I think it's very hot to watch you two. I don't know what's going on inside me."

For once, that's the truth. I really have no idea. A guess, perhaps. It must be some kind of feedback. We developed a sexual attractant and added it to Dirk's aftershave. We took a revolutionary approach. It's the male version of Jessica's own pheromones, which she exudes during ovulation. During the preparation phase, I raided the laundry basket—the lengths we go to for science. So, the active ingredient used by Dirk is tailored specifically to Jessica.

But out of the blue, I reacted to it too. Maybe because I've been living with her for so long and am attuned to her? If watching my wife having sex aroused me so much, is she just a means to an end, a filter that my heterosexual brain had built in to keep me from going crazy? Do I actually want to fuck Dirk too, just like Jessica?

Only my boss, the brilliant biochemist Lilith Gregorius, can answer these questions. But first, Jessica has to buy my story. She no longer looks quite so skeptical. A dreamy smile even flits across her face before she slowly replies:

“I can't deny that I enjoyed it. And I don't want to deny it anymore. Like I said, I'm done with feeling guilty. I don't understand any of this either, and I hardly recognize myself anymore. But Dirk has awakened something in me... an appetite. That's what you could call it. I would forgive you. But you have to do something for me in return.”