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“Ican give her orgasms,” I protested, but Leopold had already walked away.
“I’m so sorry about that,” I said when we arrived back home. “I don’t actually want to go out on dates with any other women.”
“I see,” Lily-Mae said, but I had a horrible fear she didn’t believe me.
“How is your podcast going?” she asked instead, placing her heels neatly in the closet.
“Not going too well,” I choked out.
In fact, I had lost a bunch of sponsors after my embarrassing livestream chasing after her at the dive bar.
Lily-Mae slithered out of her dress, and I felt drool pool in my mouth at the sight of her curves, the delicious softness of her belly and the way I could just see the rosy tips of her nipples as she pulled on a tank top.
I knew exactly how those heavy breasts felt in my palms and they itched to feel her again.
“Do you want to have sex tonight?” I asked.
“No,” my wife said. “I do not.”
CHAPTER 15
Harley
Lunches fucking sucked now that Lily-Mae was always too busy to eat with me, and I moped morosely down to the café to see Jeff waving me over to sit with him and some of the other marketing professionals in his office.
I had already sat down beside him before realizing Brayden was there, too.
He didn’t seem at all embarrassed by the fact that he’d punched me squarely on the nose the last time we’d met.
“Dude, your wife is so dope,” Brayden grinned, clapping me heavily on the shoulder. “I don’t blame you for getting all pissed that I’m dating her too.”
“Thanks for understanding,” I said dryly.
“Dude, your wife is so baller,” he went on enthusiastically. “Oh, my God, I'd take her out every night if I could. And bro, good on you for suggesting an open marriage. Like I wanted her for so long but, like, didn’t think I’d ever have a chance when you were all monogamous and shit. Fucking selfish to keep her to yourself, man.”
“We have a very organized schedule,” I said stiffly.
“Yeah, I know your schedule,” Brayden said. “Family night is Friday night. Other than that I have to be fighting fucking Leopold for her every chance I get.”
Why had I only said Friday night was family night? Why had I ever thought that was a good idea?
I must have been experiencing some temporary insanity, because this whole schedule had been just way too hastily thought out.
I didn't remember what sources I had gone to, but the authors must have been a bunch of dumbasses, because I could not possibly do without Lily Mae for all these nights.
“What’s so great about her?” one of the other PR guys asked, shoveling fries in his mouth.
“Dude, where do I start?” Brayden rejoiced. “Fucking genius level pussy, man. Like literally prime rib pussy. Tits you could go to war for. And she’s freaking funny, too.”
My eyes felt like they burned as I stared at the menu.
How many more weeks did I have left of this?
I didn’t think I was going to survive them.
“It’s so easy to make her come, too,” the younger man said. “Like she’ll come two or three times with barely any effort.”
Barely any effort?What the fuck was I doing wrong? How many orgasms were these dipshits giving her? I needed to step it up.
