Page 64 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

I shake my head.

“No, you’re the oldest man I’ve ever been with.”

“How would you like to have sex with him?” Eric asks, leaning his head on my shoulder.

“Sure,” I say, not thinking.

At a moment like this, when I’m so hot, all I want is to be satisfied. I imagine things and turn back to him.

“Why are you smiling, sweetheart?”

I pin my gaze on him. I lick my lower lip. “Tonight I want to play with you too.”

Eric gets it. I can see it in his eyes. But he doesn’t smile.

“I want to see another man give you a blow job.”

He looks down at the floor. “You liked watching that much?” he asks, arching his brow.

“Yes.”

“And you’re not afraid I might like that more than other things?”

I burst out laughing. If there’s anything I know for sure, it’s that he’ll always like women best.

“You like seeing me with other women, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re not afraid I might like that more than everything else?”

He knows what I’m saying.

“All right, sweetheart,” he says. “We’ll both play. But just a blow job.”

A loud exclamation brings us out of our warm little bubble.

“Eric, it’s been so long since we’ve seen you here!” My love and the stranger shake hands.

Knowing Eric’s willing to play my game excites me even more. So much more.

“Hi, Roger,” says Eric. “This is my wife, Judith.”

I can barely speak, I’m so aroused.

“Have you seen Björn?”

The man nods as he winks at a woman who walks past us. “He’s in private room number 10.”

Oh my...our friend doesn’t waste any time. I close my legs and lower my skirt. Eric kisses my forehead. During the twenty minutes or so the three of us talk, I see the older man who was staring at me has found another partner and disappears with her behind the red curtain to have a good time. But I also note that Roger hasn’t stopped looking at my breasts.

“Your wife is beautiful.”

My husband nods.

“Her breasts would drive you crazy.”

“Call me,” says Roger, taking one quick look at them as he steps away.

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