The Reader Travels

So, of course there were rumors. Since my husband and I worked together and went to all the happy hours and hung out with our friends and flirted a lot, it was no wonder there was gossip about how we were having three-ways with one or two friends (at different times, of course, otherwise it would be a four-way). I always thought it was pretty funny.

So, I went to our annual conference one year, and our loudest and most obnoxious insurance sales guy decided he would try to get the “truth” out of me. I’m hanging out at the pool with the guys, and he starts talking about how his wife’s friends are all so hot, and how he wouldn’t mind sharing his marital bed with them.

But his wife, she’s not really into it. She says she can’t see herself with a woman. So, I told him he ought to try a few role-playing games in bed, try having her fantasize that he’s a woman, and it could lead to other things.

But he argued that he had this hairy back, and how could she imagine that such a burly, grizzly man as he, was anything but masculine? So I said, why don’t you try wearing a smooth nylon gown or shirt, her hands would glide right along and seal the fantasy?

He thought about it and said, hey that might work. But I don’t think he was serious. I think he was just leading up to the question, “So did you and your husband have a three-way with ______?”

I’m not sure what I said to him, but, as it always goes, I thought of the proper response much later.

“Honey, my man couldn’t handle more than one of me.”

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