Richard does not.

I was just angry enough with Svetlana that I walked off, still erect. In the privacy of the guest bedroom, I glumly started jerking off, annoyed that Sally cheated on me like that way.

Shortly after I masturbated to an orgasm, Sally walked in, still pleased with herself.

"What's the matter, Dick? Want me to stop fucking Rod..?" She asked with a smirk.

"Would you?" I glowered.

Sally, in mock pondering of my request, tilted her head to the side and jovially answered, "Well, I'd prefer not, buuuttt..."

"What?!" I was losing patience.

"This is a way. You see, a very special and secret competition is being held by a friend of a friend in two days' time. It's a contest of sexual prowess, strength and wit. Rod will be entering, as will several other men. There are prizes for winning, and consequences for losing. If you enter and win first place, I promise to stop fucking other men, as well as any other prize you win."

"And if I refuse to compete?"

"No problem, I just keep fucking Rod." Sally shrugged.