opening in his shirt. My fingers itch to toy with them.
“May I join you two?” he asks, still standing at the edge of the booth.
I slide over to allow him to sit down beside me without as much as a second thought. I must be under some spell! Believe it or not the small act of sliding over to allow a man to sit beside me is more adventurous than I’d been in a long time. Too long , Vagina quips.
He slides beside me and his cologne becomes stronger in my presence. I’d like to lick that right off his neck , Vagina groans. “So is the big news true, Tara? You’re interested in joining us?”
But I’m examining his hands on the table in front of us; I can’t take my eyes from the length and mere size of them. I’ve only seen hands like this on television during basketball games, and I immediately notice the lack of a wedding ring. Finally I glance up at his eyes and realize he’d asked a question. “It’s true!” I perk, swimming in the colors that bounce off his eyes as he looks at me.
“We certainly couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful proposal,” and his thick hand covers mine sensually. “May I ask if your husband knows you may be participating in our training exercises?”
I shake my head and pick up my vodka with my empty hand, “No, he doesn’t. And it wouldn’t matter one way or the other because our sex life is non-existent.” Oh my Lord, what the hell did I just say? Did I seriously just introduce sex to a conversation with a man I’d met… what, two minutes ago? I tell you, I’m losing it here.
He chuckles and smiles, “I see! Well, I appreciate your honesty. Tell me my precious Tara, what do you know about The Tramp Stamp Club, and what would you like to know?”
Glancing over at Patty I can see she’s eating this up like pumpkin pie. Her eyes are in a tennis match watching us interact. I kick her hard beneath the table, but a wink tells her that I am teasing. She was absolutely right about his eyes.
I look back at Jonathon, and again I’m stunned by his size. There are men in this world who don’t exude their proportions; they never quite seem as large as they are until you are right up close to them. Jonathon is like that. Beside me he feels like a mountain, and I feel safe and cozy under his shadow. “Patty told me there would be a training period, and then a Graduation Ceremony. I envision it as a sexual hazing of sorts.”
His eyes twinkle again, like I’d made a splash on the cool water there. “Hazing?” he laughs. “No, nothing like that! You won’t be eating any live goldfish, I assure you that!”
“Okay, then what do you call it?”
His fingers twirl around my wedding band in the style of a lover, “Honestly?”
I nod.
“It’s called Slut Wife Training.”
My eyes pop from my head, “Excuse me?” I gulp more vodka.
But he’s patient and glimmers at me despite my impertinence, “Slut Wife Training,” he repeats plainly as if the title wasn’t at all offensive to him.
I shake my head with disbelief, “Oh I see now, a bunch of husbands who train their wives to be sluts. I see who reaps the reward out of this deal!”
Jonathon turns towards me as the waitress leaves his drink on the table, “Excuse me for pointing out that your husband isn’t aware of your being here. In other words, you wish me to train you.”
Dang! Foiled again. “Okay fair enough, but aren’t you taking advantage of women here?”
He glances at Patty with a look that speaks of secret love, a jealous bone strikes within me, “Patty, do you feel taken advantage of?”
“Tara, every single thing I’ve done is because I absolutely want to. I think you should just go on up to Jonathon’s office and continue this conversation in private. Give it a try. No harm, no foul. If you don’t like it, then go home and pretend it never happened. You can bet that no one here is ever going to mention it
“May I join you two?” he asks, still standing at the edge of the booth.
I slide over to allow him to sit down beside me without as much as a second thought. I must be under some spell! Believe it or not the small act of sliding over to allow a man to sit beside me is more adventurous than I’d been in a long time. Too long , Vagina quips.
He slides beside me and his cologne becomes stronger in my presence. I’d like to lick that right off his neck , Vagina groans. “So is the big news true, Tara? You’re interested in joining us?”
But I’m examining his hands on the table in front of us; I can’t take my eyes from the length and mere size of them. I’ve only seen hands like this on television during basketball games, and I immediately notice the lack of a wedding ring. Finally I glance up at his eyes and realize he’d asked a question. “It’s true!” I perk, swimming in the colors that bounce off his eyes as he looks at me.
“We certainly couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful proposal,” and his thick hand covers mine sensually. “May I ask if your husband knows you may be participating in our training exercises?”
I shake my head and pick up my vodka with my empty hand, “No, he doesn’t. And it wouldn’t matter one way or the other because our sex life is non-existent.” Oh my Lord, what the hell did I just say? Did I seriously just introduce sex to a conversation with a man I’d met… what, two minutes ago? I tell you, I’m losing it here.
He chuckles and smiles, “I see! Well, I appreciate your honesty. Tell me my precious Tara, what do you know about The Tramp Stamp Club, and what would you like to know?”
Glancing over at Patty I can see she’s eating this up like pumpkin pie. Her eyes are in a tennis match watching us interact. I kick her hard beneath the table, but a wink tells her that I am teasing. She was absolutely right about his eyes.
I look back at Jonathon, and again I’m stunned by his size. There are men in this world who don’t exude their proportions; they never quite seem as large as they are until you are right up close to them. Jonathon is like that. Beside me he feels like a mountain, and I feel safe and cozy under his shadow. “Patty told me there would be a training period, and then a Graduation Ceremony. I envision it as a sexual hazing of sorts.”
His eyes twinkle again, like I’d made a splash on the cool water there. “Hazing?” he laughs. “No, nothing like that! You won’t be eating any live goldfish, I assure you that!”
“Okay, then what do you call it?”
His fingers twirl around my wedding band in the style of a lover, “Honestly?”
I nod.
“It’s called Slut Wife Training.”
My eyes pop from my head, “Excuse me?” I gulp more vodka.
But he’s patient and glimmers at me despite my impertinence, “Slut Wife Training,” he repeats plainly as if the title wasn’t at all offensive to him.
I shake my head with disbelief, “Oh I see now, a bunch of husbands who train their wives to be sluts. I see who reaps the reward out of this deal!”
Jonathon turns towards me as the waitress leaves his drink on the table, “Excuse me for pointing out that your husband isn’t aware of your being here. In other words, you wish me to train you.”
Dang! Foiled again. “Okay fair enough, but aren’t you taking advantage of women here?”
He glances at Patty with a look that speaks of secret love, a jealous bone strikes within me, “Patty, do you feel taken advantage of?”
“Tara, every single thing I’ve done is because I absolutely want to. I think you should just go on up to Jonathon’s office and continue this conversation in private. Give it a try. No harm, no foul. If you don’t like it, then go home and pretend it never happened. You can bet that no one here is ever going to mention it
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