Page 3 of Opening It Up
Her red lips twisted up as she ran a finger down my tie. Stopping just above my belt. Just above where my cock pulsed frantically in my pants.
“I understand. If you can ever. . .figure out a way. I’ll be waiting.”
After she left, I continued to pace my office. My podcast was so successful that I was able to easily afford this high-rise recording studio, with a perfect view of downtown.
Howcouldthings be different?
I had zero intentions of ever divorcing my wife. I loved our life together with our two boys in our big Victorian house.
I just wanted to. . .have the freedom to experience other women, too. I had never had that in college.
If there was only a way. . .
I wracked my brains desperately until. . .finally, an idea came to me.
Something I knew my friend Jeff had recently started doing in his own marriage.
It would solve everything. I could keep my honor, love my wife, and still get to experience the things I was craving.
But Lily-Mae would never go for it!
Never.
Her love for me was too deep and starry-eyed to ever entertain such a thing. And surely she would get absolutely the wrong idea from the suggestion.
Wouldn’t she?
Was there really no way to convince her?
I grabbed my microphone and started to piece together my thoughts. I was a huge fan of talking my way through a problem. Of course I wasn’t actually going touploadthis recording session, but it would be good to get all my thoughts out in one place. . .
CHAPTER 2
Lily-Mae
“Another cup of coffee?” I asked the assembled neighborhood moms at the PTA meeting.
We were all sitting around trying to brainstorm ways to beautify the cafeteria, which was really an excuse for us to socialize and for them to hang around in case my famous husband came home early.
“I think we need to take a break,” Abby sighed. “The cafeteria’s not getting any prettier. Want to listen to the latest Self-Actualizing Your Way to Marital Delights episode instead? I want to see what Harley says today!”
“Er—if you want to,” I said awkwardly.
“Of course we do!” they squealed.
“You’re so lucky to have Harley! Finally, an actually emotionally intelligent man,” Becky added.
“Right, of course.”
“Plus, that voice!” someone else cried as they all fought to be the first one to pull up the podcast episode on their phones.
Sometimes I thought Harley had becomelessemotionally intelligent since starting his podcast, but I didn’t say so.
I was very proud of my husband, and all he had accomplished as a marriage and family therapist.
But ever since his podcast had really taken off, something had felt wrong, and I couldn’t put my finger on what.
It just felt like Harley was pulling away from me lately. At 38 and 44, and after 17 years together and 2 kids, were things getting stale?
