My boss’s brother wants me and so does my husband
My chest heaved as tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.
“You wanted to talk, right?” I laughed again, wild and manic, throwing my hands up. “Okay, my darling husband, let’s really talk. When was the last time we actually made love to each other? Like real, passionate, love making? And I’m not talking about quick, mechanical sex because you’re horny and need to get off. I mean real, passionate, can’t keep-our-hands-off-each-other love making. The kind where you used to take your time—kissing every inch of me, whispering how beautiful I was, making sure I came apart under you again and again before you even thought about yourself.”