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“Why would you know his penis size?” I said angrily. “This isn’t supposed to be about justsex, Lily-Mae. It’s supposed to be about new experiences and horizons.”
“What new experiences did you have with Makayla?” my wife asked.
I gaped at her.
“What new horizons did you discover when you fucked her?”
“I—it isn’t?—"
Her eyes narrowed and I felt a shudder of pure, petrifying fear.
“You lied to me, Harley.We said we’d never lie to each other. So don’t bother trying to take me out on dates unless you can give me a straight answer.”
Without another word, she sat down at the mirror and started doing her makeup.
Fuck
How did she find out?
I had never seen her this angry at me. What should I do?
What could I do to convince her that the three-month experiment wasn’t about Makayla? Well, not anymore.
My wife was never going to believe me unless I could show I had gone out on other dates too. Somehow, I had to find a way to fix this.
Eyeing my wife nervously, I texted my friend Jeff and asked him if anything was going on tonight.
He answered quickly, and I looked up at her, my heart racing with anxiety.
“I’m going to a mixer at the office. I might even do a live recording of my podcast there.”
“Good,” Lily-Mae said. “I can’t wait to hear about how joyous and fulfilling having an open marriage is in your next episode.”
And then, before I could think of anything to say, she was gone.
Depressed, I pulled on a polo shirt and slacks and drove down to the office, where the small wine bar on the second floor was moderately full of other employees looking to get laid.
But all I could think about was where Lily-Mae was and what she was doing.
Even the wine tasted like goat piss in my mouth as I moodily downed a glass.
“I heard you and your wife have an open marriage,” a low, husky voice whispered in my ear.
I jerked around in surprise.
The idea of going on a date with anybody else made me feel sick, but I needed to show that I hadn’t lied to her about Makayla.
“How did you hear that?” I asked cautiously.
The woman behind me was incredibly beautiful, lightly tanned skin and long, flowing dark hair.
Was she one of the doctors from the 19thfloor maybe?
“Word gets around,” she said. Her lips were plush and pillowy.
“I’m Dr. Eliana Ramirez,” she added, sticking out her hand.
OK, good, a doctor, that was good, surely that would make Lily-Mae agree to cancel the whole open marriage?—
