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  UNDER MY DOMINION

  (Temporarily Mine 2)

  By Thomas Henry

  Text Copyright © 2012 Thomas Henry

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  UNDER MY DOMINION

  (Temporarily Mine 2)

  When a woman says, “We need to talk,” it’s almost never going to be a fun conversation. It’s never going to be good news. So I didn’t know what to think when I got that “we need to talk” call from Karen. I hadn’t had any contact with her since that night several weeks ago when her husband had watched me having sex with her.

  I assumed we weren’t in trouble over that. After all, it had been his idea. The only other possibility that occurred to me was that Karen might be pregnant. And that could be a problem.

  So far as Ted knew, Karen and I had used condoms. But in fact, that was only when he was watching. There were several other times when we hadn’t. Karen said we didn’t need to use protection, so I just assumed that she was on some kind of birth control. But now, as I drove over to meet her, I wondered. Whatever it was, she hadn’t wanted to talk about it on the phone. I guessed I would find out soon enough.

  I was taking her out to dinner so we could talk. Ted was away for a couple of days at some training thing with the Navy, and she had arranged for a sitter for her daughters. She didn’t want me to pick her up at her house, though, so I assumed that our get-together was some kind of secret. I wondered if she didn’t want Ted to know, or if she just was concerned about nosy neighbors.

  As she requested, I met her that evening in the parking lot of the Walmart Store. Walmart was open 24 hours, so Karen could leave her car in the lot for as long as necessary without anyone paying any particular attention to it.

  When I pulled into the parking lot, I spotted her waiting outside the main entrance of the store. She was wearing a crème colored knee-length skirt and a teal blouse that buttoned up the front, showing just enough cleavage to remind me just how well-endowed she was. She also wore matching open-toed shoes with medium heels that accented her shapely legs. She was gorgeous.

  I realized that Karen didn’t know what kind of car I drove, so I just barely tapped the horn as I pulled up near her. The little “beep” got her attention. She spotted me and gave me a big smile as she hurried over and opened the passenger door.

  “Hi!” she said. “Thanks for picking me up here.”

  “No problem. It’s really nice to see you again.” It was nice to see her. When I left her and Ted last time, I wondered if I ever would see her again. Now, I just hoped that whatever she wanted to talk about wouldn’t spoil our reunion.

  She slid into the seat and pulled the door shut. I took a deep breath and enjoyed her fresh fragrance as I waited for her to fasten her seatbelt. She clicked it into place and leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the lips. She paused for a moment and then she leaned over again and gave me a proper kiss. A driver behind us honked his horn, so I shifted into drive and pulled away.

  “Wow, this is a really nice car,” Karen said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of these before.”

  “Maybe not. They’re fairly rare.”

  “What kind of car is it?”

  “Mercedes.”

  “I’ve seen lots of Mercedes, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like this.”

  “Yeah, it’s a V-12 coupe. So far as I know, there are only one or two others like it on the island.”

  Karen sat silent for a couple of minutes as I weaved through the traffic and headed for Waikiki. “This must be a pretty expensive car,” she said finally. “It makes me wonder. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what do you do? Seems strange that I don’t know, considering how well I know you in other ways, if you know what I mean.”

  “I do. I guess my occupation never seemed particularly relevant to what was going on between us.”

  “Yeah, I was so focused on what we were doing and what Ted wanted that I never really thought about it. I just assumed you were some kind of businessman.”

  “Well, that’s basically correct. But I don’t really have a job in the usual sense.”

  “Sooo…you’re rich?”

  “It’s a matter of perspective, I suppose. I have enough money that I don’t have to have a regular job. But I do have some business interests that I look after.”

  “Must be nice.”

  “Yeah, I’ve been really fortunate. I got lucky with a couple of things when I was just starting out, and I’ve managed to expand on that over the years,” I said.

  I didn’t elaborate. I wasn’t sure how much more she cared to know, and I was curious to find out why she wanted to see me. But she didn’t seem inclined to jump right into that.

  “Tell me if I’m being too nosey,” she said, “but I’m curious. What do you mean, you got lucky?”

  “You mean aside from meeting you?” I slipped my hand between her bare knees and gave her thigh a little squeeze.

  “Oh, that’s sweet. But, yeah, other than meeting me.”

  “Well, the really lucky part involved some cars. You know what a Ferrari is, right?”

  “I guess. I mean, I’ve seen a few of them, I think.”

  “Well, back in ‘84 and ‘85, Ferrari made a car called the 288 GTO. They made a total of only 272 of them. I think they sold for something like $125,000, new.”

  “Wow, that’s a lot of money. Did this Mercedes cost that much?”

  “Uh, quite a bit more, actually. But you’re right, that was a lot of money in 1985.

  “Anyway, I happened to be in northern California in ’88 or ’89. I don’t remember which year for sure. And I went out to Walnut Creek Ferrari just to look around. Like I said, I was just starting out, so there was no way I could afford to buy anything like a Ferrari in those days. But Walnut Creek Ferrari had some interesting cars, including some pretty exotic used cars they had taken in trade, so I used to visit whenever I could, just so I could spend a couple of hours looking at the cars and fantasizing about buying one someday.

  “On this particular visit, they had one of the 288 GTOs there. It belonged to some rich Japanese guy who spent most of his time in Japan. They stored it for him, and he picked it up and drove it whenever he came to California. Then he brought it back to them to hold for him until he came back again. So, it wasn’t really for sale, but one of the guys at the dealership said he thought the owner probably would let it go for about $250,000, which of course, was about twice what he had paid for it.

  “Well, I wasn’t in the market for a car like that, so I didn’t give it a lot of thought at the time. But later that day, I stopped by the Ferrari dealership in San Francisco. And there in the middle of the showroom floor was another 288 GTO. This one was owned by the guy who owned the dealership. Once again, they said he probably would be willing to sell it for about $250,000.

  “As I said, I didn’t give the cars much thought at the time, but on the long flight home, I got to thinking. The exotic car market was really hot. A lot of the exotic cars, including even some Mercedes, had a waiting list of a year or more if you wanted to buy a new one at list price. If you wanted one sooner, you had to pay a premium to someone who was in li
ne ahead of you. So, with so much demand for exotic cars, I got to wondering if the 288 GTO might be a good investment.”

  “So you figured out how to buy one?” Karen asked?

  “More than one, actually. I did a little research and learned that at least three of them already had been destroyed in accidents in Europe, so the population was dwindling. Remember, there were only 272 ever made. And I also learned that roughly 40 of the 272 had been brought to the United States. In the cosmic scheme of things, that’s not very many cars. So I figured that, if I could find a way to buy up some of them, I might be able to exercise some control over the supply of that model in the resale market and drive up the value. At $250,000 apiece, I theoretically would need only $10 million to buy all 40 of the cars in the US, and then I really could influence the market.”

  “Only $10 million? Is that all?”

  “Yeah, like I said, I couldn’t afford to buy even one in those days. But, I worked for a guy who could. So, you know, I asked him if I could borrow $10 million. Of course, when I told him why I wanted the money, he laughed. But to make a long story a bit shorter, he finally did agree to go into partnership with me for up to $2 million. The deal was that he would put up the money, and I would do all the work in buying, storing, maintaining, and reselling the cars. If we made any money, we would split it 50/50.”

  “Wow. So he put up all of the money, but you still got half of the profits?”

  “Uh-huh. He knew a little about exotic cars, and he figured that there wasn’t much risk that such a rare car as the 288 GTO would lose value. And the $2 million was pretty much pocket change to him.”

  “So, for $2 million, you could buy eight of those Ferraris?”

  “More or less. As it turned out, I managed to buy six of them before the market started going crazy. I actually bought one for less than $200,000. I think I paid a little over $300,000 for the last one.”

  “So I guess you made some money on them?”

  “Yeah, like I said, the market went crazy. In less than a year, the value of those cars went up about a million dollars.”

  “So you each made half a million?”

  “No, the value of the cars went up about a million dollars each. We made almost $6 million.”

  “Oh, wow. So you got three million?”

  “In a manner of speaking. It was complicated, but basically, my partner kept the six million of cash profit because he had other losses he could offset against it for tax purposes. So instead of giving me my share in cash, on which I would have had to pay a lot of taxes, he gave me a sweetheart deal on some beachfront property he owned in Kahala. I held onto that for a couple of years, and then sold it at the height of the Japanese bubble in the early ‘90s. Ended up making a small fortune.

  “So, between being very lucky with the Ferraris, and being very lucky with the Kahala property, I was pretty much set. Of course, I’ve reinvested the money in various things over the years, and I’m pretty busy keeping up with that, but I don’t have a job in the usual sense.”

  Karen sat silent for a couple of minutes. Then she turned and pressed her breast against my arm and winked. “So I guess you can afford to take me someplace nice for dinner tonight.”

  I felt my cock swell a bit. “Yep. First class. Your choice, actually. McDonalds? Burger King? Wendy’s? Or we could go whole-hog and go to KFC.”

  Karen wrinkled up her nose and said, “Oh, I don’t know. They all sound great! You decide.”

  “Okay,” I said as I made a right turn off of Kalakaua Avenue. I pulled the car up in front of the Royal Hawaiian Hotel. “Let’s start by watching the sunset.”

  The parking valet gave me a claim check for my car. I gave him half of a $100 bill and told him I had seen Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. From his laugh, I knew he got my point.

  Karen and I held hands as we walked through the hotel and out to the Mai Tai Bar by Waikiki beach. Inasmuch as I’m about fifteen years older than she, I felt a bit like a dirty old man parading his sugar baby for everyone to see. Maybe that wasn’t all that far from the truth.

  We found a little table with an umbrella and a good view of the sunset. Three musicians were playing tourist-oriented Hawaiian music while a single hula dancer performed. The ukulele player nodded at me and smiled. I had no idea why. Maybe he mistook me for someone famous. I nodded and smiled back.

  By the time the waitress brought our drinks, the sun was setting. It was one of those relatively rare sunsets when there were no clouds at all on the horizon, so we were treated to a green flash as the very last edge of the sun disappeared behind the ocean. I heard a few “oohs and aahs” and a smattering of applause among the tourists at the bar. It was the first time Karen had ever seen the green flash. I hoped it was a good omen for the evening.

  The live music was loud enough to preclude conversation; at least, conversation that didn’t require talking loud enough for others to hear. I assumed that whatever Karen wanted to talk about was something private, so I didn’t ask about it while the musicians were playing. But when they decided to take a break, I figured it was as good a time as any.

  “So,” I said, “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

  Karen looked down at the table. “Well, how do I say this…”

  “You’re pregnant?”

  Karen threw back her head and laughed. She placed her hand on top of my hand and leaned toward me, pressing her breast against my arm again. “No, no. It’s not that!”

  To my surprise, I felt a little pang of disappointment. I’m not sure why, but maybe it had something to do with our bedroom talk awhile back when I told her about Rachel. Rachel. The love of my life. The woman who was supposed to be the mother of my children, but who instead had married another guy many years ago. Karen had said that maybe it wasn’t too late for me to find someone else to be the mother of my children. I dismissed the idea at the time, but now I wondered if, on some unconscious level, I wanted Karen to be that someone.

  I knew that, to some degree at least, I had fantasized that Karen was Rachel. I hadn’t seen Rachel since she was twenty years old, so that’s how I remembered her. At twenty-eight, Karen was physically similar to my memory of Rachel in some key respects. They both were pretty brown-eyed brunettes with large breasts and great asses. Karen was a few inches taller and had fuller lips, but it was easy enough for me to imagine that she was Rachel in the unguarded moments when I allowed myself to do that.

  “What’s wrong?” Karen asked. “You almost look disappointed that I’m not pregnant.”

  I lifted my eyebrows and tilted my head. I wasn’t sure it would be a good idea to tell her what I was thinking.

  “So,” I said, “What was it you wanted to tell me?”

  “Uh…well, Ted has another fantasy. I don’t know if I can do it, but if I do, I want you to be involved.”

  “You have my undivided attention. What’s he want to do?”

  “Uh…two men at the same time.”

  “Isn’t that pretty much what we did last time?”

  “No. I mean, he wants two men to be in me at the same time.”

  “Ah. Double penetration.”

  “That’s it. Double penetration.”

  “But you don’t know if you want to do it?”

  “Well, I suppose I would be willing, if you are the other man. And Ted knows it would have to be you. But I don’t know if I can do it. I mean, I’ve never been…” Karen looked around and then whispered, “I’ve never been fucked in the ass.”

  “I remember you telling me that. I think you said that you and Ted had tried, but it hurt.”

  “A couple of years ago. Ted kept asking me, so I finally let him try, but I just couldn’t do it.”

  “So, you wanted to see me to ask if I would be willing to DP you with Ted, but you’re not sure you can go through with it?”

  “No, not exactly. If I agree to do it, Ted will ask you himself. I mean, I assume you’d do it, wouldn’t you?”

  “I’m sure you
could sweet-talk me into it.”

  “Well, actually, I wanted to see you tonight to try to talk you into doing something else before I give Ted my answer. I remember that first time we made love. I think you said something about anal sex not hurting if you knew how to do it.”

  “Yeah, it’s pretty much just a matter of relaxing and using lots of lubricant.”

  “And you know this how?”

  “Oh, a guy hears things. I suppose it’s kinda like the way you learned about prostate massages.”

  “My friend Marilyn told you?” Karen asked with a twinkle in her eye.

  “Something like that.”

  “Okay. So what I wanted to ask you is if you would…um…work with me…teach me how. If I can do it with you, then maybe Ted can have his fantasy.”

  “Ted is okay with this?”

  “Um, no, he doesn’t know anything about it. I just told him I would think about it, but I didn’t tell him I was going to ask you. I guess I’m worried that he might be upset that I came to you instead of trying it with him.”

  I wasn’t sure how to respond. If anyone was going to teach Karen to take it up the ass, I wanted to be the one. But I was concerned about doing it behind Ted’s back. So, I didn’t say anything. I just nodded and waited for Karen to continue.

  “So,” she said, “I was thinking that if you could teach me, then I would tell Ted I’d be willing to try the double penetration. And then, I guess, he would get in touch with you.”

  “And what if I fail?”

  Karen took my hand. She looked down at the table and seemed to blush a bit. “At least, we could make love again.” She looked me in the eyes and squeezed my hand. “Would you like that?”

  My cock started to swell, and my balls contracted a bit. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “You know I would.”

  With the sun below the horizon, it was getting dark. We sat quietly in the flickering light of the tiki torches, holding hands and sipping our cocktails for a little while longer. Then I asked, “Getting hungry?”

  “I am,” Karen said. She made a show of looking all around us. “I don’t see a McDonalds or a Burger King around here.”