confirm my conviction that she’d made up all of her adventures. It should just take a couple of minutes.
I cracked open a beer, pasted a smile on my face, and stepped outside. But as I stepped into the street and began making my way across, John spotted me, and dropping his clippers on his lawn. He hurried into his house, slamming the door shut behind him. For several moments I just stared at his closed front door.
What. The. Fuck?
A car honking woke me from my shock. I had stopped in the middle of the street. I jolted and proceeded across, cautiously walking up his path, glancing in renewed confusion at the clippers impaled in his lawn.
I rang the doorbell. No answer. I chuckled uneasily. I mean, he’d seen me, which meant he knew I’d seen him. I rang again. This time I heard a faint rustling sound from the other side of the door.
“Um, I can hear you,” I said.
“Kellen, I have a gun,” he replied anxiously.
“Well, I don’t,” I said. “Let me in?”
“What do you want?”
“Oh Jesus, John, I just want to talk. What the fuck is the matter with you?”
He opened the door a crack and apparently relieved that I wasn’t actually frothing at the mouth, he invited me in.
“I figured you’d come,” he said.
“Yeah?” I replied. I was relieved to see he wasn’t actually holding a gun.
“Look, man, I swear, I thought you were cool with it. I mean that’s what she said. But it didn’t sound right. Still, you know, she’s so hot, and well….”
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. It was like an alarm clock going off in my head. Had she really? Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
“… definitely too good to be true. But then I figured, what the hell? And shit, you know…”
He was still rambling, but to me it was just a weird buzzing sound. I forced myself to think, think. How did I want to this to go down? Two options really: My wife is a cheating whore and I’m an unwilling cuckold, or….
I put my hands up. John flinched. I took a reassuring step back.
“Relax, relax. It’s… it’s a game we play,” I said.
He looked at me skeptically.
“Yeah, yeah. I know, it’s a little weird. But you know? Really spices things up.”
“Really?”
I smiled and clapped him on the shoulder.
He flinched again, but less than before.
“She says you’re a real tiger. Five times, huh?”
He blushed a little and shuffled his feet, but I could tell he was proud of himself.
“Haven’t done that in over thirty years,” he admitted. “But it was all her. Man, that’s a sexy woman you’ve got. And you like to share her?”
I shrugged. You know how things are.
“And she was really okay with how it all went down?” he asked.
“How so?”
His nervousness returned for a moment. “I swear, Kellen, it was her idea. All the rough stuff, you know. Well, not her idea, but you know, she kept asking for more. All that, show me what you really want.”
I remembered what she’d said about the gagging, swallowing his come.
He was still going on, “ Truth is, I’d have been just as happy to get her naked, show her a good time. But she said that was all off limits. Just her mouth. You know? Well, you do know, it is your game, right?”
I nodded. “Look, sorry to have dragged you into all of this. We usually, um, play further from home.”
He looked crestfallen. “Oh, so, that was it?”
I shrugged. Maybe, maybe not, who can say? “At least you had a good time.”
“Yeah, I did,” he replied, but he was shaking his head sadly. “You let Joanie know I’d like to return the favor some day. Okay?”
“Sure,” I replied as I slowly backed toward the door.
I let myself out, and in a daze, stumbled back across the street to my own home.
***
I popped open a second beer and dropped hard into the armchair by the TV. I was actually tempted to turn it on for a minute, try to lose myself in whatever I happened upon, but I knew that was a hopeless wish. Sort of like the idea that I’d ever be
I cracked open a beer, pasted a smile on my face, and stepped outside. But as I stepped into the street and began making my way across, John spotted me, and dropping his clippers on his lawn. He hurried into his house, slamming the door shut behind him. For several moments I just stared at his closed front door.
What. The. Fuck?
A car honking woke me from my shock. I had stopped in the middle of the street. I jolted and proceeded across, cautiously walking up his path, glancing in renewed confusion at the clippers impaled in his lawn.
I rang the doorbell. No answer. I chuckled uneasily. I mean, he’d seen me, which meant he knew I’d seen him. I rang again. This time I heard a faint rustling sound from the other side of the door.
“Um, I can hear you,” I said.
“Kellen, I have a gun,” he replied anxiously.
“Well, I don’t,” I said. “Let me in?”
“What do you want?”
“Oh Jesus, John, I just want to talk. What the fuck is the matter with you?”
He opened the door a crack and apparently relieved that I wasn’t actually frothing at the mouth, he invited me in.
“I figured you’d come,” he said.
“Yeah?” I replied. I was relieved to see he wasn’t actually holding a gun.
“Look, man, I swear, I thought you were cool with it. I mean that’s what she said. But it didn’t sound right. Still, you know, she’s so hot, and well….”
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. It was like an alarm clock going off in my head. Had she really? Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
“… definitely too good to be true. But then I figured, what the hell? And shit, you know…”
He was still rambling, but to me it was just a weird buzzing sound. I forced myself to think, think. How did I want to this to go down? Two options really: My wife is a cheating whore and I’m an unwilling cuckold, or….
I put my hands up. John flinched. I took a reassuring step back.
“Relax, relax. It’s… it’s a game we play,” I said.
He looked at me skeptically.
“Yeah, yeah. I know, it’s a little weird. But you know? Really spices things up.”
“Really?”
I smiled and clapped him on the shoulder.
He flinched again, but less than before.
“She says you’re a real tiger. Five times, huh?”
He blushed a little and shuffled his feet, but I could tell he was proud of himself.
“Haven’t done that in over thirty years,” he admitted. “But it was all her. Man, that’s a sexy woman you’ve got. And you like to share her?”
I shrugged. You know how things are.
“And she was really okay with how it all went down?” he asked.
“How so?”
His nervousness returned for a moment. “I swear, Kellen, it was her idea. All the rough stuff, you know. Well, not her idea, but you know, she kept asking for more. All that, show me what you really want.”
I remembered what she’d said about the gagging, swallowing his come.
He was still going on, “ Truth is, I’d have been just as happy to get her naked, show her a good time. But she said that was all off limits. Just her mouth. You know? Well, you do know, it is your game, right?”
I nodded. “Look, sorry to have dragged you into all of this. We usually, um, play further from home.”
He looked crestfallen. “Oh, so, that was it?”
I shrugged. Maybe, maybe not, who can say? “At least you had a good time.”
“Yeah, I did,” he replied, but he was shaking his head sadly. “You let Joanie know I’d like to return the favor some day. Okay?”
“Sure,” I replied as I slowly backed toward the door.
I let myself out, and in a daze, stumbled back across the street to my own home.
***
I popped open a second beer and dropped hard into the armchair by the TV. I was actually tempted to turn it on for a minute, try to lose myself in whatever I happened upon, but I knew that was a hopeless wish. Sort of like the idea that I’d ever be
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