If I was expecting my beautiful, shy, innocent and demure church wife Sarah to have some kind of wild, sinful epiphany after our bout of love making, I was seriously mistaken. I'm not sure why I was disappointed when it didn't happen. I mean, I was from the same ultra-conservative church sect as she was and once upon a time I had been as brainwashed as she was now. But I have to admit, I was a little disappointed when things more or less returned to normal almost immediately. The very next morning she was on her way back to work at the church daycare and I was right back at my job at the Harley dealership.
At least things weren't quite as bad as before, however. We at least were speaking again and not just passing like strangers in the hallway. When I got home from work, she actually seemed genuinely concerned when she asked me how my day went. I wish I could say the same when I returned the courtesy, but I'd be lying. I still held a grudge against that church and, to be perfectly honest, it rankled my hide that she was still a member there and working at their daycare. So, when she would answer me over dinner and start in telling me all about her day at the daycare, I'd nod pleasantly and make small talk, but down deep, I still held some resentment toward the church that had ruined my life-long goals and had kicked me to the curb. I somehow resented Sarah for not understanding how I felt and being just as pissed as I, but I also realized it wasn't her fault
Things more or less continued as they had been over the course of the next month or so. Sarah would immerse herself in her work for the church, and I was immersing myself into as many new sinful pleasures as I could. On weekends I was riding my bike with the guys who hung out at the dealership and I was becoming a regular at the Broken Spoke, a biker bar on the outskirts of town. I'd ride over there after work and hang out with the guys. Friday was ladies night and Sarah had Youth Service, so it was a perfect night to step outside the lines and party it up. Despite the alcohol involved, I somehow managed to not cheat on my wife, but I'd be a fool if I said it was easy. The Spoke was always crowded with hot biker babes showing off their tats, piercings and leather and I often found myself aroused as hell. I'd always try to head home fairly early before the party really got to cranking or I let alcohol talk me into something I'd regret later. I knew Sarah's church service would end around nine and she would sometimes go out to eat with the members of her young adults Sunday school class, so I'd always shut down my partying and try to beat her home.
This particular Friday night, things weren't much different. I'd called home after work, as usual, and told Sarah that I'd be out with the boys and would see her when she got home from church. As usual, I went out to the bar, had a couple of beers and shot a couple of games of pool. After the second game, I was collecting the five bucks I'd bet Tommy on the game when he spoke up and grabbed the five back out of my hand.
"Hold on, dude. I'm going to need that five," he said, balling it up and stuffing it back in his jeans.
"Fuck that," I said, "that's my five bucks. I won it fair and square. It's not my fault that you play pool like a girl."
He just laughed, then said, "Hey, I tell you what. I'll give you this five bucks back, but you should go with me and Lizzie and spend it."
"Spend it where?" I asked.
"We're going to the Meat Market. It's a strip club over across the county line. Friday nights are always kickin' in there. Come on, dude, let's go. You'll fuckin' love it."
"Lizzie goes with you to titty bars?" I asked incredulously.
"Hell yeah she does. She loves it. I turned her on to it when we first started dating.
I had to admit that I was absolutely intrigued. Some of my favorite porn involved hot strippers and girl on girl action. I'd choked the chicken more than a few times to images and stories of strippers with their bad girl attitudes and those hot as hell tattoos and strategically placed piercings. But to agree to go to the strip club with Tommy and Lizzie was a little different than hanging out with my friends at a bar for a few hours after work or fantasizing on a computer screen. This was crossing a line I'd never crossed before and I was still hesitant. I shook my head no.
"Pussy," is all that Tommy said.
"Fuck you, Tommy," I retorted.
"You're a fuckin' pussy, Jimmy. What kind of red blooded male would turn down a chance to go look at tits and ass? "
"A married one," I retorted, growing angry.
"I'm married, but it ain't slowed me down any. I just introduced my old lady to the things I loved. Hell, she wasn't much more than a naïve little high school kid when we met. Do you think she knew anything about a strip club or even a biker bar for that matter? Fuck no! But I did and if she wanted to be with me, then she just had to learn to like the things I do," he pointed at his wife out on the dance floor. Lizzie was laughing hysterically, a beer in her hand, as she danced with her ass backed up to another woman. Tommy just looked at her and laughed as she looked at her husband and gave a wink. "She knows that shit turns me on. That's why she does it. Damn, just look at that!"
"Well, Lizzie isn't my Sarah. You'd never see her even on a dance floor, much less at a strip club," I replied.
"Damn, dude, what did you do, marry a nun?"
"Close," I replied as I finished up my beer and stood up to leave. "Damn close."
***
I was still aggravated when I pulled into the driveway at home. It was still well before midnight and Sarah's car wasn't in the garage yet. I don't know why I was so pissed. I knew how Tommy was and I don't know why I let him get to me. What he chose to do with his wife didn't have anything to do with me. But down deep I knew exactly why I was so aggravated. I envied Tommy and Lizzie for some reason.
I stomped into the house and went straight to the kitchen to grab a beer out of the fridge. I pulled off my boots, propped my feet on the coffee table, and picked up the remote. I heard Sarah come in, earlier than normal. By then I was well into a six pack and feeling a decent buzz. She came into the den and sat down by me on the couch. I expected her to say something about me drinking in the house, but she didn't.
"You're home early," I said.
"Yeah, I decided to just let the kids go out and eat without me. I wasn't hungry."
I chuckled. "I'm sure they're happy. Now that they've ditched Mother Hen, they can go parking somewhere and do the big nasty."
Sarah mocked anger and slapped me hard on the arm. "That's a terrible thing to say! You know my kids wouldn't do that sort of thing. They're solid in their walk with Jesus. "
"We were pretty solid in our walks, too, back in college, but that didn't stop us from ditching the dorm monitor and doing our own parking."
"James Edward! You know good and well we saved ourselves for marriage like we were supposed to!" Sarah chuckled herself at that, "But I have to admit, some of our 'petting' got pretty heavy at times."
I just laughed at my wife and took another drink of my Bud Light. I could tell she was in a pretty decent mood. I playfully handed her the bottle.
"Want some?" I asked, already knowing her reaction.
"Heck no! I don't know what you get out of drinking that nasty mess."
"How do you know it's nasty? You've never drank a beer in your life, or anything else for that matter," I teased.
"I just know," she said. She suddenly got a serious look on her face.
"What do you get out of drinking? It wasn't that long ago you preached hellfire and brimstone against the evils of alcohol, now you openly embrace it. I can't believe you've come so far."
It was my turn to get serious. "I know. Let's just say that there was a lot I didn't know back then and things are different now. I see the world from a different perspective. Besides, a little drink in moderation isn't bad. Even Jesus liked a little wine."
"You know as well as I do, Jim, that Jesus didn't drink alcoholic wine. We learned that in church years ago. It was unfermented wine."
I laughed at her innocence. "That would make it grape juice, dear, and the good book doesn't say a single thing about turning water into grape juice. Let's face it, wine is wine and it was flowing freely in the scriptures."
"But you still didn't answer my question. What do you get out of drinking?" This time she acted genuinely curious. I started to get hard.
"It's pretty cool, actually. It doesn't taste bad and it relaxes me. I don't drink to get drunk, but a good buzz is pretty cool. Kinda hard to explain, though."
"Do you have a buzz right now?" she asked. I was getting aroused just thinking about where this might be headed.
"Yeah, a little. Why?"
"Does it make you horny?"
I couldn't help but laugh out loud on that one. She was so innocent and so damn sexy at the same time. I reached up and pulled her hair free from the bun she customarily wore to church. I ran my fingers through her gorgeous red curly locks as they fell free across her shoulders and down her back. The new pastor at her church frowned on the women at church wearing their hair down. He called it "bedroom hair" and insisted that it enticed lust in men. At this particular moment, I was inclined to agree.
"Well, does it?" she asked. I was caught up in the moment and not really listening.
"Huh? I'm sorry," I sheepishly replied.
"I said, does the buzz make you horny?"
"Hell yeah, it makes me horny," I replied with a smile. "Why don't you drink one and find out?"
"There is no need for you to use profanity. I was just trying to have a polite conversation."
"Hell is hardly profanity. Neither is shit, damn, goddamn or motherfucker. Okay, so maybe motherfucker is profanity, but the rest isn't." I was toying with her and she knew it. I knew she was trying to be mad, but it wasn't working. "So, do you want to?"
"Want to what?" she asked.
"Want to get your own drunk on and find out how horny it makes you."
This time she seemed genuinely shocked. But I could also see something else behind those eyes. There was genuine curiosity. I swear I could see a quick flicker of mischief behind those baby blues and maybe even a slight hesitation as she actually gave it some thought.
