A TEASER FOR A NEW STORY - MY BEST FRIEND'S WIFE Coming Next Week.
Seated on the back deck, our chairs close together, both sipping our cocktails.
“How are you doing since you got snipped? Any new conquests? Does it still hurt?”
“Oh, the procedure was over a month ago; it was nothing. I’m feeling great!” I said, pretending I hadn’t already imagined this conversation a few dozen times. Pretending that some part of me didn’t know that losing my ability to father children would lead to temptation.
“Does it affect anything else? Like an erection or your libido?” She asked as she looked at me over the top of her cocktail glass.
“Not at all. Does not affect testosterone, erections, orgasm, or libido. I am good to go.”
“I get this feeling you’re going to enjoy your newfound freedom,” Heather said, turning to face me. Our chairs were so close together, and her dress clung to her as if it were barely there.
“I’ll try to behave,” I said, raising my glass in a toast. I was so beguiled by her and her intense sexuality, I could not think of anything else to do.
“I hope you don’t behave too much,” she said, her voice low and mischievous. “I’m going to want stories.”
“Heather, you already inspire my worst instincts; if you keep at it, I’m going to become a complete degenerate.”
“I certainly hope so,” she said, turning ever so slightly away from me. The strap of her thin dress slipped off her shoulder, her bare skin smooth and inviting. As if I was someone else, I reached my hand and touched her bare shoulder, stroking her up to her cheek.
“Rob still uses condoms, right?”
The moment the words were out of my mouth, I realized what they implied. I waited for the rejection. It did not come.
“Every time,” she said, pressing her face against my hand. Her skin was soft and tempting, and I leaned in closer until our mouths were just inches away. “And, of course, that makes me want it more. It’s been so long since I felt someone….”
I kissed her before she could finish the sentence.
COMING NEXT WEEK