December 23, 2016“I want to see other people,” she said removing her glasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose with a long sigh. The light softly centering the both of them on that old black leather couch they received as a wedding gift a few years ago.
“See other people?” He replied with a vulnerability in his voice.
“Yes, other people. Other fucking people. You don’t fuck me anymore. You hardly want to talk to me. I have wasted hundreds of dollars on stupid lingerie that sits there mockingly in my dresser drawer. Please, don’t act like this isn’t something you want. Have some fucking respect for me.”
“I don’t. I don’t want that.”
“You don’t?! You told Derek you thought the UPS lady was fucking hot.”
“What? That’s guy talk, honey.”
“So…she’s not hot?”
“Well, she is very attractive, but…that doesn’t mean–“
“Mean what? That you wouldn’t fuck her in a heart beat?”
“Why is it about fucking with you? What is that, the ultimate peak in any relationship or something?”
“Maybe it is. It’s the way I express my passion, my appreciation, you know?”
“That’s not how I express mine.”
“No, you just don’t express it.”
“Not to you.”
“Oh, there it is! Finally, some fucking hint of truth.”
“Is it?”
“Isn’t it?”
“Look, let’s start over. I’m gonna make myself a drink. Want one?”
“Sure,” she said sighing emphatically as she kicked her heels off.
“Here you are, “ he said handing her the glass as he sat on the other end of the couch. “All right, we have been married for over six years, I get it–you’re bored. You want someone new.”
“That’s not exactly right.”
“Well, then tell me, explain it to me, please. Honestly, let’s have the ultimate honest conversation. Just give it to me raw. Yes, some of it might hurt, maybe most of it. But I’m an adult. And I don’t want to live a false life. I don’t want to live in a world where things appear to be a certain way. I want to live in a life where things are truly what they appear. And to give that to someone else, to the person I care most about.”
“Are you sure you want to open this door?”
“I am positive. Let’s do it. Fuck it.”
“Okay. Okay…Well, for starters, I like women.”
“Like in threesomes?”
“You are such a fucking guy sometimes, you know that?”
“What?”
“Sex is the last thing I like women for. I love the way they can empathize with me about my emotions. I am drawn to their sensitivity. Their soft touch.”
“I am attracted to men.”
“Okay, see, that’s…wow. Really?”
“Really.”
“Wow. That’s great.”
“And transvestites.”
“Oh.”
“And hermophradites.”
“Wait–“
“And–“
“Wait a fucking minute!”
“What?”
“Are you fucking joking? You’re joking, right? That would explain why I was not enough for you.”
“Enough?”
“You bastard.”
“Weren’t you just telling me you wanted to see other people?”
“Yes, I want to see other people.”
“But it’s not okay if I want to?”
“Fuck. This is not going how I planned.”
“How did you think it was gonna go? You get what you want and I don’t?”
“No. Not exactly. Shit…I guess I didn’t think that far ahead.”
“Far ahead enough to consider me?”
“Fuck me…I guess not. I just realized what a crazy cunt I can be.”
“It’s okay, I can be a crazy cunt myself. I don’t need to tell you, you had to put up with it for years.”
“THAT’S END OF SESSION, FOLKS!”came the voice over a megaphone.
They both stood up systematically and stared at each other in sullen silence. Tears began to run down her face. Her lips trembled. He reached out to her and said, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, every time I do these sessions it’s so liberating. So empowering.”
“I know what you mean. My skull feels like its got ginger ale in it.”
“You ever think about actually doing it?”
“Telling my wife these confessions?”
“Yes, all of it.”
“Of course I do. Every day. While she folds laundry, as she cooks, while she’s giving me oral pleasure. Or putting the kids to bed.”
“I understand. Same with me. Hey, you want to get a drink? There’s a nice bar across the way near by.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t. My wife is waiting for me. She thinks I am at the office finishing up some paperwork.”
“What a shame. The other participants have not been as good-looking as you.”
“Thank you. Who knows, they might pair us again someday.”
“Doubt it, I have been doing this for over a decade and never been the same guy.”
“That long, eh?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Six years.”
“Not pocket change.”
“I guess not. Well, it was nice doing a session with you. Take care.”
“Are you sure I can’t convince you? For what it’s worth, I’ve always considered a tranny in the mix.”
“Sorry. Good luck,” he said as he put on his sunglasses and baseball cap and walked away.
“Yeah, you too.”
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