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Monday began with the weekday choreography of taking showers, eating breakfasts, packing lunches, and getting three kids to three different schools. Then back home to work. At least until the stores opened.
I got back home after Jack did, and found him on the phone at his desk, talking to a client about the data he needed pulled from their databases in order to perform his analysis. As I sat down at my desk, the doorbell rang and I went to open it for the cleaning service. I chatted with the woman about paying particular attention to the floor around the island in the kitchen. Finally, I sat down at my desk, opened my email and started triaging priorities.
By the time Jack had finished his call, I was in the midst of one, following up on the status of a client survey that was in the field. Immersed as I was in my work, I didn't notice the time until Jack turned away from his computer, and stood. "You going to be ready to go in a few minutes, Tam?" he asked.
I looked at my watch, and saw it was 9:40. I also remembered what we were going to be doing that morning. "Sure, Jack, I just have to finish one more thing to send to Liz to look at before the staff meeting this afternoon."
"OK," he replied, kissing me on the top of the head. "I'll be waiting in the kitchen."
I shook my head as he walked out of the office, amazed at how casual and natural this errand seemed. I recalled last night's session, and Jack's comment about how I would be doing a lot of things this week I'd never done before, and felt my pulse quicken slightly in response.
Grabbing my purse from my desk, I walked into the kitchen. Jack took me in his arms and gave me a very warm, loving kiss. "Let's go, my willing bride" he said with a smile.
I slid into the passenger seat of Jack's sedan, and as he turned on the ignition, the crescendoing strings of a passage from
Phantom of the Opera
boomed through the speakers. He put the car in reverse, and put his right hand on the back of my seat to help him look behind the car as we backed down the driveway.
"The show last week was great, did I tell you that already?" he said. "No, you haven't actually told me much about your trip," I replied. "I guess we've been kind of occupied by other things," I noted.
Jack was in Europe perhaps every two months and on virtually every trip to London he went to go see "Phantom." I had kidded him on past trips about that, but he had said it was a nice, little break from what he called the "deep geek" part of his consulting practice.
We pulled out onto the major road nearest our house, and after the song finished I clicked off the CD player.
"So you and Mike McGuire were going to get me drunk and do me in a threeway????" I blurted out, unable to suppress the question for any longer.
"Yup. We had it all planned out," Jack said, leaning his head back against the headrest.
"So what were you guys going to do???" I saw a slight smile cross Jack's lips.
"Well, you remember junior and senior year I was in that double room on the third floor, when I roomed with Bill?"
"Yes, I remember we used to screw like bunnies in the inner room."
"Didn't we though?" he said, winking at me.
"Anyway, back to the plan. Mike was social chairman that year and in trying to figure out how to do this I told him that you liked margaritas and daiquiris and drinks like that, so he scheduled a tropical-themed TGIF party the weekend that Bill had to go back to Ohio to be in the wedding party for his older brother or whoever it was."
I was stunned at the level of detail, both that Jack had planned back then and his ability to recall it now – although his memory never ceased to amaze me. We accelerated onto an entrance ramp.
"So the outer room had the fire escape outside the window. When Mike saw us go upstairs, he was going to go up onto the fire escape and watch through the window. We'd start making out and I would get you undressed in the outer room, and when we went into the inner room, I'd unlock the hallway door and Mike would come into the outer room and quietly get himself undressed."
I shook my head, and felt the familiar knotting in my stomach. "So then what, he'd just walk in and say ‘Hi Jack, mind if I screw your girlfriend?'"
Jack laughed. "No, no, the plan was for him to listen until we really got going, and I'd ask you to climb on top of me. While he listened to us fuck he'd get his cock lubed up and as you got closer and closer to coming, I'd pull you down on top of me and hold you tight against my chest and he'd come in and slide his cock up your ass."
I let my head fall against the seat's headrest, absolutely astonished at what my husband was describing. I had thought Mike was pretty hot.
And after a couple of daiquiris I probably would have gone for it. Probably?? Definitely – even without the daiquiris!
"But you called it off?" I said finally. Jack signaled to exit the highway – the mall was only one stop off the highway. "Yup. I tried to take your ass the week before the party but that didn't work out real well." I searched my memory without success.
"I don't remember that, Jack."
"Sunscreen?" he said simply, and instantly the memory was triggered. "
Owwwwwwwwww
, yes, now I remember." In the heat of the moment I had agreed to try anal sex, but the only lubricant he had in the room was a bottle of sunscreen. Needless to say, the effort didn't get very far.
"Wow. Just think, if you'd just had a jar of Vaseline or something…" I said after a moment.
"I know," he said, shrugging his shoulders as we approached the mall. He wasn't one to spend a lot of time fretting about "what if."
I looked out the window, reflecting on what Jack had just told me. "It's kind of a shame we had to wait so many years to finally try it," I said. "Given how much I like it now maybe you should have just forced me to try it at some point," I said, thinking aloud.
"Tammy, I would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do, in bed or otherwise" he said emphatically. "I was very pleased whenever it was, ten or eleven years ago when you became willing to let me come in your mouth, and last year when you wanted to try anal sex."
He pulled into a parking space and turned off the car. "And on Friday, when you swallowed my come. And tomorrow," he said, giving me a kiss, "when you begin to give yourself to Derek."
We walked hand in hand through the parking lot, and my heart filled with love for my husband.
What did I do to deserve a man like this? And is there anything I wouldn't do to please him?
Jack held open the door for me, and we walked in. The mall was, not surprisingly, very quiet – a few mallwalkers, elderly couples getting some exercise, young mothers with carriages doing the same.
Neither of us had ever said where we were going to go but we both knew our first stop would be Victoria's Secret.
