Page 22 of Once a Month

“I want to. If she wants me, I want to,” I say.

“You guys are pretty hot together,” she says.

“We feel pretty hot together,” I say, leaning back in the chair.

“If we see her, we’ll steer her your way.”

“How are you going to do that with your tongue down her throat and your hand up her dress?” I tease.

“We could always try a little rehearsal just to be safe,” she says.

“Rehearsal?”

“Yeah, I can make my wife come up against the kitchen island and try to keep my eyes out for your lady,” she says.

“I like the sound of that,” her wife says.

“Yeah? Rehearsal, huh?” I joke.

“We’ve been to the place before, the house for this weekend – our kitchen is comparable. It’s the best location.”

“Don’t let me interfere with whatever you guys have planned for the rest of the night,” I say.

“Can we ask you something?” she says, leaning over the table.

“Sure.”

“When was the last time you had sex?”

“What?” I ask.

“When was the last time you had sex?”

“A month ago. Why?”

“With her?”

“Yes.”

“And no one since?”

“No. I’ve been a little too busy worrying about everything else in my life to try to meet someone. Why?”

“Did you come with her?”

“Yes,” I admit.

“How was it?” my other friend asks.

“Fucking amazing. Why are you guys asking?”

“Because we like to be safe,” she tells me. “I’m glad it was good for you, but I was more curious if you’ve been with anyone since her. Members are safe; we’re tested regularly, like you guys.”

“Why would–”

“We want you to join us,” she interrupts.

“What?” I say.

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