Things hadn't been going great for me and Erica to say the least, if it wasn't one thing it was another and none of them for the positive. For me my job had been draining me and I knew I wasn't giving her the attention she deserved. Not to mention the dinner date I accidentally blew off. For her part she was taking everything in stride way to casually. For someone as sexual as her she should had been sexually frustrated after day two. Yet here we were almost a month without sex. Though our relationship was open we both insisted this had been a monogamous month.
We also were both more than certain the other was lying, which strained us even more. We had agreed to an open relationship as I was in a poly relationship which she had managed to lure me out of. It also helped that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on, around five foot three with long brown hair. Her skin was the perfect tone of olive which her deep green eyes accentuated her pouty lips which were usually painted either a light shade of red or a deep shade of burgundy. Though her beauty didn't just stop at her face it gracefully made it's way to her figure as well. Toned yet soft every part of her was a treasure, again this woman had lured me out of a very fulfilling poly relationship. So when she mentioned she wanted have a "talk" I wasn't surprised.
She suggested our favorite restaurant and to also to meet there instead of going together. I was slightly taken aback at the driving separate but just went along. I walked in to find her already seated in a booth, wearing a tight red dress that I had helped her pick out. I slid into the booth undoing my blazer button to gain a little comfort. Though her dress gave off a hint that tonight would be fun her expression and tone did not. "Glad you could make it." She said shortly which I pushed to the side. I picked up a menu and quickly thumbed through for a stiff drink, common sense was screaming to me that this conversation was not going in my favor. My thoughts were quickly interrupted though by her dissatisfied tone. "So when I arranged this I figured we would actually, you know speak." I sighed setting the menu down. "Right so what would you like to "speak" about." I said readying myself for a small debate which would easily last a couple days. "Simple, who is she? I mean you haven't touched me and you didn't even notice what I was wearing. The only thing that could have you that distracted would be another woman."
I had expected this even though I was not looking forward to it. "If there was another woman, you would know per our agreement of course. Though with how you have been acting I'm inclined to believe there is a gentleman I should be concerned about." She outright laughed at this statement. "Maybe there are, but considering how someone has ignored me it can only be expected." I bristled at this slightly and choose my words well while trying my best to hold any emotion in. "Well per our agreement in this relationship should I not at the very least know of them." She rolled her eyes. "The need for them wouldn't exist if someone fulfilled their roll." I couldn't help but laughing slightly, truth be told I hated the idea of an open relationship with her. I hated the idea of her being with other guys. and this was an easy way our for me. Maybe that's why we had ended up in this situation, or maybe work either way it's always easy to spot an end. "So who's the lucky guy who will be replacing me?" Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Who said I wanted to replace you?" "Our agreement hon, we would know who each other played with or that was considered cheating. Which we both have zero tolerance for." I respond as the beautiful waitress made her way over to us. I wasn't one for red heads but this one was special. A little bit leaner, though not exactly thin she had a beautiful smile that easily lit up a room and beautiful blue eyes. Like one of those models in an outdoors commercial that would look perfect in a flannel top and short, shorts. Even as the words left her mouth I could feel Erica's gaze on me. I also noticed her eyes lingered on the waitress a bit longer than usual. I could tell this gaze was authentic, it held the same fire as when we were in the heat of passion in the bedroom.
