full of images of her beautiful face pressing between another woman’s thighs, her tongue questing into tight folds.
“I think Louis is a little shocked,” said Brad. “What’s the matter, Louis? Did you think you were the first one--man or woman--to dip your wick in Kim’s honeypot?”
I felt my hands form fists. “Don’t talk about her like that!” I snapped.
“Like what? Like a slut? But that’s what I’m trying to tell you, Louis. Kim was kind of a slut, back in college.” He put a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to look at him. She was blushing furiously now. “But I loved her for it. See, that’s the difference between you and me. I like that she needs to get off a lot.”
The irony was that I’d always wished Kim was more adventurous. Why had I never known this side of her? Why had she never shown it to me? Was it something she was trying to leave in her past...or was it that I just didn’t bring it out in her the way Brad did?
“Now come on,” said Brad. “Tour’s over. Time to head to my old frat house. You remember that place, don’t you, Kim? I’m throwing a party there tonight. Got most of the old fraternity coming.” He glanced at me. “You can come too, Louis, if you want.”
I shook my head, attempting to throw off the haze of lust and confusion. “No. No, enough. We did your stupid tour. We’re going home.”
Brad didn’t seem at all fazed by my refusal. “ You’re going home,” he said. “But I don’t think Kim is. Are you, Kim?” He smiled at her. “What do you say? A chance to say hi to some of the guys? A little dancing? A few beers?”
I watched as my wife bit her lip. She can’t! It was obvious he planned to fuck her--hell, he’d done everything but that already. She couldn’t go with him! She was married to me!
But, thanks to everything he’d shown her, Kim’s mind wasn’t on me and our marriage and her boring, married life. Brad’s tour had succeeded in taking her back ten years, to a time when she was carefree and willing to try anything. We all want to be young again. He was giving her the opportunity to take a holiday in the past, just for one night.
She stared at me and the conflict was clear on her face. But I could see the lust winning out. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. And went to stand beside Brad.
“You can’t!” I shouted.
She shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she said again. “I need this.” She wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“I’ll get her back to you by sun-up,” said Brad. His mouth twisted into a sneering grin. “Was nice meeting you again, Louis.”
And he turned away, his arm snaking around her waist to draw her to him, and they both started to amble down the street. He was walking away with my wife, and nothing I could do would make a difference.
I stood there, rooted to the sidewalk. I couldn’t go after them. The thought of running into Brad’s old fraternity--Rick and all the others--filled me with raw, cold dread. From the sound of it, they all knew Kim. Having Brad tease me about her past would be bad enough, but having all of them do it would be unbearable.
And yet...if I didn’t go after them...what then? Would Kim really come back to me in the morning, and expect me to just forget about what she’d done? Would I even ever know what she’d done? How would I know if she was telling the truth?
I closed my eyes. This had been Brad’s intention all along, I just knew it. Tell me enough lurid stories about Kim’s past to convince me that she might be unfaithful with him and then take her off somewhere private. Even if she didn’t sleep with him, I’d always wonder...and the doubt would poison our relationship.
The only way to save our marriage was to go along with them. To put up with the humiliation and make sure that she didn’t actually sleep with Brad. I still believed she wouldn’t cross that line. She’d kissed him and let him feel her up, but sex was different. But I had to know for
“I think Louis is a little shocked,” said Brad. “What’s the matter, Louis? Did you think you were the first one--man or woman--to dip your wick in Kim’s honeypot?”
I felt my hands form fists. “Don’t talk about her like that!” I snapped.
“Like what? Like a slut? But that’s what I’m trying to tell you, Louis. Kim was kind of a slut, back in college.” He put a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to look at him. She was blushing furiously now. “But I loved her for it. See, that’s the difference between you and me. I like that she needs to get off a lot.”
The irony was that I’d always wished Kim was more adventurous. Why had I never known this side of her? Why had she never shown it to me? Was it something she was trying to leave in her past...or was it that I just didn’t bring it out in her the way Brad did?
“Now come on,” said Brad. “Tour’s over. Time to head to my old frat house. You remember that place, don’t you, Kim? I’m throwing a party there tonight. Got most of the old fraternity coming.” He glanced at me. “You can come too, Louis, if you want.”
I shook my head, attempting to throw off the haze of lust and confusion. “No. No, enough. We did your stupid tour. We’re going home.”
Brad didn’t seem at all fazed by my refusal. “ You’re going home,” he said. “But I don’t think Kim is. Are you, Kim?” He smiled at her. “What do you say? A chance to say hi to some of the guys? A little dancing? A few beers?”
I watched as my wife bit her lip. She can’t! It was obvious he planned to fuck her--hell, he’d done everything but that already. She couldn’t go with him! She was married to me!
But, thanks to everything he’d shown her, Kim’s mind wasn’t on me and our marriage and her boring, married life. Brad’s tour had succeeded in taking her back ten years, to a time when she was carefree and willing to try anything. We all want to be young again. He was giving her the opportunity to take a holiday in the past, just for one night.
She stared at me and the conflict was clear on her face. But I could see the lust winning out. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. And went to stand beside Brad.
“You can’t!” I shouted.
She shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she said again. “I need this.” She wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“I’ll get her back to you by sun-up,” said Brad. His mouth twisted into a sneering grin. “Was nice meeting you again, Louis.”
And he turned away, his arm snaking around her waist to draw her to him, and they both started to amble down the street. He was walking away with my wife, and nothing I could do would make a difference.
I stood there, rooted to the sidewalk. I couldn’t go after them. The thought of running into Brad’s old fraternity--Rick and all the others--filled me with raw, cold dread. From the sound of it, they all knew Kim. Having Brad tease me about her past would be bad enough, but having all of them do it would be unbearable.
And yet...if I didn’t go after them...what then? Would Kim really come back to me in the morning, and expect me to just forget about what she’d done? Would I even ever know what she’d done? How would I know if she was telling the truth?
I closed my eyes. This had been Brad’s intention all along, I just knew it. Tell me enough lurid stories about Kim’s past to convince me that she might be unfaithful with him and then take her off somewhere private. Even if she didn’t sleep with him, I’d always wonder...and the doubt would poison our relationship.
The only way to save our marriage was to go along with them. To put up with the humiliation and make sure that she didn’t actually sleep with Brad. I still believed she wouldn’t cross that line. She’d kissed him and let him feel her up, but sex was different. But I had to know for
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