Chapter 72
Martha called on Wednesday, while we were still in the Martial Arts studio. Dani was on the mat at the time, practicing crippling blows to an attacker, so couldn't answer until she finished. As soon as Dani the call log, she texted that she'd call back in a half hour. Martha texted back it was okay, because Douglas was meeting friends after work for a drink.
When Dani called back, while we were sitting in Dani's car, Brigitte and I were listening to the call. Dani informing her that we were also able to hear and speak. Martha informed us of the nature of the books he'd been reading were about infidelity or extramarital sex, and that what porn she found on his computer, did seem to be in the nature of cuckold porn.
"Does this mean that Douglas wants me to have sex with other men?"
"Not necessarily, Martha. Sometimes fantasies are just fantasies. Have you ever fantasized about being raped?" Dani asked.
"I suppose."
"Do you want to be raped?"
"No, never."
"The rape fantasy is all about being out of control, having things done to you without your consent. There's a thrill of being out of control, but it doesn't mean you want it to happen. For Douglas, you having sex with someone else, takes you out of his control, and that doesn't mean he wants it to happen, only that he gets off on thinking it might happen. Like getting raped, that's the only place he wants it to happen, is in his imagination. How long has he known he's infertile?"
"Around six months."
"Perhaps he's trying to wrap his head around the fact that he can't get you pregnant, but there are men who could help with that. He's trying to work himself up to the point where he might be okay with that. We don't know when this fantasy started. The books you mentioned were all recent reading, yes?"
"Definitely. Just in the last couple of months."
"You need to take this out of the realm of what ifs, and into your life. It's time to talk to Douglas about his fantasies, and ask him if they're only that, or something more. You can tell him that you've been speaking to some women who've had some exposure to infertility and what they've done to address the problem. If he seems open to the idea of meeting us, pick a time when you can both meet with us, and perhaps meet somewhere roughly halfway between us like Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Monday, Wednesday and Friday are out for us, due to classes, but all the other days of the week are possible.
"If you're in the mood for a little road trip, you can come spend the weekend with us. Talk to Douglas tonight, then get back to us."
"Okay, I will."
On the following day, Dani informed us that Martha had called back and she and Douglas were going to make a trip up to Maine to visit with us for the weekend. He seemed somewhat open to Martha having sex with someone else, but under certain conditions. They had reservations at The Federal, a good hotel in Brunswick, and wanted us to make reservations at the 555 North, the hotel restaurant, for as many people as would come. We decided to go with Dani, Lisette, Tony, and Carl; and me and my two wolves, Brigitte and Conor. While Carl wouldn't be involved in the breeding discussion, Douglas might have questions about the cuckold lifestyle. We just didn't know where the discussion was likely to land.
I doubted that we'd be revealing werewolves to Martha and Douglas on Friday night at dinner in the restaurant, especially with the whole weekend in front of us, but we made sure we'd have the paperwork for that discussion if it reached that point. Carl wouldn't be in that discussion. Probably Saturday was the day for the revelation if they were interested, giving them Friday night to get used to the idea of an extramarital breeding, and Saturday night to contemplate if they were going to have two children, one for them, and one for the wolves.
Where to have the discussion on wolf breeding: someplace private, but beautiful. Fuck, I thought of Quinn's magnificent home. Did I even want to be around him. I suppose I could ask him to stay away. How badly did he want to get into my good graces. I told Brigitte what I was thinking.
"Have you got the hots for Quinn?" She asked.
"No. Thrice no. No fucking way, comes to mind."
"Did you or did you not say you had the best sex ever with that wolf?"
"It was the best, but it doesn't make up for all the other shit."
"Of course not, but he did let me fuck him in the ass and sucked off Conor, and apologized to every wolf in the pack. You've thought about fucking him again, haven't you? Don't lie."
"All right. I've thought about it a couple times, but I don't even want him there if we use his house. I was thinking of just letting us borrow it. Figured if he's so eager to suck up, he might consider it."
"He might, though I'm not sure he'd like a couple unknown humans there without his presence. He might want to lock the door on his playroom, so he doesn't scare the straights."
"I don't want him thinking I'm interested in him. I don't want to ask. Will you do it?"
"Quinn and Jess, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage. Of course, the baby part might have come first. You're in science. What are the odds of Quinn being your puppy's sire?"
I whacked her on the arm, hard, but answered. "Maybe 50%."
"It's not uncommon to have some unresolved feelings for the wolf who bred you. Like it or not, he will be the likely father of a living being you're bringing into the world. Just be careful, because it is Quinn. I'll ask. He won't know you thought of it, but he will know you're going to be there."
"Tell him that because I am, I'd prefer he not be there if we need to use it."
Brigitte smiled. "I'll tell him, but I'm not sure he'll take the hint."
When Brigitte called, Quinn agreed to share his house if we needed it, to just call the morning of. He'd have more of his venison stew in the refrigerator so we could microwave it for lunch. I thought if we did go there Saturday, Randa and Simone could also come with their wolves, Four bred humans and the wolves who protected them.