Page 65 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"He's really cute."

"He is. Thank you."

"How did you meet?" she asks.

I gnaw on my lip. This is not how I'd intended the conversation to go. She was grilling me and I was supposed to be the one grilling her. "We actually met at a work event," I say, smiling. "I guess we just saw each other and we were both single and ready to mingle."

"Cute. So do you guys like to play around?"

"Play around?" I stumble over the words and lean back. "Sorry, I'm not really sure what you're talking about."

"Oh, well…" Lucinda grins. "How open are you?"

"Um, what do you mean?" She'd use that word again. Open. What does open mean?

"Are you guys experimental in the bedroom?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. We're both curious about trying stuff."

"Great," she smiles, leaning toward me. "My husband…well, he's a little bit older and sometimes he has a hard time getting it up, which is unfortunate, but he's rich, so..." She shrugs, "And I love him, of course."

"Oh, of course," I say, nodding. Though, I'm not sure how true that is.

"Anyway, we're in this kind of cool, open relationship. He likes to take me to sex clubs and watch me have sex with other men."

"He what?" I asked, my jaw dropping. And she giggles.

"I know, right?"

"You asked him for this?"

"No," she says, looking shocked. "I mean, I was actually hell-bent against it at first. I was not interested in sleeping with another man, being a married woman and all, but when the sex kind of got a little bit boring and he started struggling to get it up, he asked if I wanted a threesome to spice up our life."

"Oh," I say. "Wow."

"Yeah, I was a little bit taken aback and I assumed that it was going to be with another woman, which I was okay with. You know, I'm curious."

"Oh, of course," I say quickly, not wanting her to know that I’m not really curious at all, but not wanting her to feel judged by it. To each their own.

"So anyway, there we are at home. I'm in a bubble bath that he's drawn for me with these beautiful, fragrant rose petals, and there's a knock on the door."

"Yeah?" I prompt. I don't know much about Lucinda, but she’s an amazing storyteller.

"Anyway, there's this gorgeous man standing there."

"Your husband?"

"No, a much younger, much more…well-built man. Very young. Very, very good-looking, very well-endowed, if you know what I mean?"

"Um, sure. I do."

"Anyway, they both walk in and they pull me out of the bath, each of them holding a different hand."

"Wow…" I’m not sure if it’s overflow from my shower with Max or what, but it’s getting really hot in here.

"And then they take me to the bedroom..." My eyes widen as she continues talking. I'd wanted to get some dirt from her, I just hadn't expected to get this much dirt.

"Anyway, both of them start pleasuring me at the same time."

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