Page 66 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"What?" I’m struggling to believe that she’s divulging all this information to me. I mean, we just met.

"It was the best sex I've ever had in my life, and surprisingly, my husband was harder than he's ever been in his life."

"Oh, wow. That sounds cool."

"It was amazing. So anyway, we had that experience and he asked if I felt like I was open to trying other stuff."

"Oh," I frown slightly. "So you didn't feel like you were cheating?"

"I mean, no. He's the one that brought the other man and he was right there. We all had a lot of fun." She licks her lips.

"True. Yeah. He wouldn't really be able to say you were cheating if he was the one that brought the other man." My brain is racing and I can't wait to tell Max everything that I've heard.

"Exactly," she says. "I feel like if both people are open to new experiences and trying stuff, then what's the big deal?"

"And you said your husband suggested it, right?" I press my lips together because I nearly let his name slip, and she doesn’t know that I know exactly who her husband is.

"Yeah, he suggested it," she says, leaning forward and touching the side of my face. My eyes widen slightly as she plays with my hair. "So…are you and your boyfriend, Max, open?"

"Um…" I lick my lips nervously. I'm not really sure what to say. I want to get some more information, but I do not want to find myself in a threesome with this woman and Max when I've never even had sex with Max in the first place.

"He just looks like he would be such an amazing lover, and you are pretty hot yourself," she says, looking me up and down. I swallow hard and smile.

"Thank you." I look over to the counter to see where Max is. He needs to hurry up before my stupid mouth lands us both in a pretty awkward position.

"So what do you think?" she asks, her voice low, and I'm happy when she leans back and takes another sip of her smoothie.

"You want us to have a threesome, or…?"

"No," she says. "I mean, I'd love that, but my husband likes to be involved."

"You want a foursome?" I ask, my eyes widening even further. "Like a swap?"

"I mean more like an orgy," she says, grinning.

"Have you ever had an orgy?"

"No, I actually haven't. I mean, my husband and I, we can definitely teach the two of you, and I know he'd love you. He loves blondes with big boobs." She looks me up and down. "He would love to fuck you. I just know it."

"Oh, I'm sure…" I say, my voice trailing off. Do I tell her that he's already planning for me to replace her? Part of me wishes I could, but then I’d have to tell her that it would take a billion gazillion dollars for me to sleep with the two of them.

"Thank you for the offer, but Max and I are very monogamous. He is the love of my life and I just could not imagine sharing him."

"I get it," Lucinda says, looking disappointed. "I wouldn't want to share that hunk either, but you know what they say, you might as well shoot your shot. You just never know."

"Yeah,” I agree, looking at Max as he heads back toward us with the smoothies. There's a wide smile on his face and my heart flips as I stare at him. He really is good looking, and for a few moments, I wish that this wasn't an act. I wish that he was my boyfriend. I wish that we were having wild, crazy sex and monogamous and madly in love.

"You know," Lucinda says as she stares at me. "When I look at you and Max…"

"Yeah?" I say, my heart racing with the possibility of her calling us out for our charade.

"I just see that look that the two of you share," she says, her voice tinged slightly with envy. A wash of sadness crosses over her face and she blinks rapidly before she looks to the side.

"Hey, is everything okay?" I touch her shoulder lightly.

She nods quickly. "Yeah. I mean, when I see happy couples like you and Max, it just reminds me that a part of me would much rather be monogamous. I love my husband. I want to make him happy, but I just feel like I'm not good enough, you know? I just feel like…" She sighs and shakes her head. "I guess this is the life I have to lead for love."

"If you don't want to do it, you should tell him," I say. I feel horrible for her because she looks like she's about to cry.

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