Page 37 of Opening It Up
“How is your wife?” I asked Jeff, because I couldn’t stand hearing Brayden talk any more about how wonderful it was to have sex with my wife.
“I don’t know,” my friend said, waving his hand in the air.
“What do you mean you don’t know how your wife is?”
“She actually—well, we might be--separating for a while, actually. Well, it turns out she--didn't really want to do the open marriage after all.”
My blood ran absolutely cold.
“I thought you said she agreed to it?”
“Well, I begged and pleaded. Kind of twisted her arm into it.”
Shit
Lily-Mae had said she wanted this, didn't she?
“So now I’m really single and ready to mingle!” Jeff added. “Hey, there’s an admin assistant in my office who is a huge fan of yours. Why don’t I bring her over here?”
But I didn’t want that at all.
With a horrible lurch in my stomach, I knew I was lying to myself. I had never dreamed my wife would actuallygo outwith other men.
I hadn’t wanted an open marriage at all.
With how much she loved me. I just never thought she’d go for it.
I guess I thought she’d. . .maybe go on a few dates.
But nothing like this.
I wasn't imagining anything like what was currently happening.
“Dude, she does this thing with her tongue,” Brayden began as this woman from Jeff’s office sat down across from me.
“I took her to another concert the other night, and holy fucking hell, everyone there was jealous of me because of how hot she looked grinding up against me.”
What the hell? The last time I had danced with Lily-Mae had been at my cousin's wedding, where we had done the Foxtrot.
“Dude, can I get her number?” the other guy asked.
I almost choked on my drink. Did every man here want to date my wife?
But Brayden spoke up even quicker.
“Oh, hell no, fuck no.”
“I thought you said that she had an open marriage,” he complained.
“Hell, no.” Brayden said again. “I'm not giving you her number. I'm not splitting her time up even more. I've already got to fight Leopold for her time. I'm not gonna fight you too.”
“Oh, come on, you're making his wife sound so hot.”
“Sheisso hot,” Braden shot back. “That's why I'm not giving you her number. I don't want you calling her.”
Makayla whipped her ponytail around from the next booth over.
“Be quiet! I’m sick of hearing about Lily-Mae!”
