“I can’t believe you said that!” Joshua shouted at me.
“Don’t yell at me!” I shot back at him.
“What kind of wife says that!” Joshua was furious, and his face was turning red.
“Not my fault you and your beer friends invited me to play poker with you,” I shrugged.
I was sitting on the couch staring at him as he paced back and forth like a caged animal.
“You could have said no!”
“I did; you were the one that told me to have fun and play with you guys.”
“So, this is my fault?”
“If the shoe fits, I was going to go to the bedroom and stay there, you insisted that I come and play with the guys!”
Joshua was mad that the game had turned into a stare down, and then the guys kept trying to keep the conversation PG, since a woman was playing, and I told them I could talk as bad as them.
Joshua had no problem with that; it wasn’t until the guys started talking about fantasies and things they wished they had done or could do.
Since all four men were married, they didn’t want to talk bad about their wives. Two of the wives I knew. Karl was married to my friend Celia, and Darien was married to Lyla. I only met Lyla once.
The other two, Jeff and Simon, were married to women I hadn’t met.
Well, when things got a bit spicy and they were talking about missed threesomes and eighteen-year-old babysitters, I laughed and told them they couldn’t handle a threesome. The only reason they wanted a younger woman was that they didn’t want to work as hard to get a mature woman off.
That started a whole new conversation about me. They were asking questions about females and what we wanted in bed, and other things.
Still, Joshua had no problems with me telling them that he did good in bed, better now that we had talked about things I wanted him to do. The problem he had was when they asked about a missed opportunity or a fantasy that I had.
Maybe I shouldn’t have answered it in front of my husband, but since he answered their question and told them about his missed opportunity to fuck a blonde on spring break before we got married, I decided to tell them my fantasy, which involved sleeping with a black man.
That’s when the shit got hot; it seems I wasn’t the only one who had that thought. The guys started getting really upset that their wives had also had that thought. I knew Celia had mentioned it when the company she worked for promoted a black man to be the director.
Celia told me that after spending time with him out of state on a business trip, she had wild dreams about him.
Lyla looked like the type that would be interested in black men; she talked the talk and had a big ass, a huge ass, a fucking badonkadonk of an ass.
After I told them it was just a fantasy and I had no real intentions of making it happen, they all decided they wanted to go. It was early. They usually stayed playing poker until the early morning, but it hadn’t even hit midnight, and they had been gone for over thirty minutes.
“You said you wanted to fuck the bleach blonde at the spring break party, you didn’t see me get upset,” I shrugged.
“That’s totally different!” Joshua shook his head.
“We were in a relationship, and it was three months before you proposed, we were living together! How is that different?”
“Don’t change the subject!” Joshua pointed at me.
“So, you cheating on me is okay, but me fantasizing about having sex with a black man, is off the table?”
“Yes!” Joshua blurted out. “I mean no, I mean, don’t try and put this back on me!”
“You said everything I needed to hear, right there,” I stood up and walked past him.
“Don’t make me out to be the bad guy!” Joshua shouted at me.
“Don’t need to, you are doing good job of it yourself,” I fired back.
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“I would have loved to have been there!” Celia laughed.
“Karl’s face was so red!” I told her.
“Oh, when he came home he made a beeline for the fridge!” Celia smiled. “He didn’t say hi, or anything got his beer then straight to his man cave.”
“I thought he had a fridge down there?” I asked.
“That’s the funny thing, he does, and it’s stocked with beer,” Celia grinned. “He just wanted to slam the fridge door and stare at me.”
“Men!” I laughed.
Celia was staring at me with that look I knew all so well. She was about to say something that was off the wall.
“Let’s do it,” Celia grinned.
“Do what?” I asked as I looked at her sitting in my living room.
“You know!” Celia leaned forward. “It!”
“No way!” I shook my head. “I am married, yes Joshua gets on my nerves but no, I will not cheat on him.”
“You paused!” Celia shouted and pointed at me.
“What! No I didn’t!”
“Yes, you did, for a few seconds you thought about it!” Celia was standing now and staring at me. “Oh my god, Jessie you know someone you want to fuck!”
“I do not!”
“You paused again! That’s three, and your smiling and blushing!”
“Stop it!” I shook my head.
I was looking at the small cameras that Joshua had mounted throughout the house. Since our son had turned sixteen and had friends over, we wanted to make sure they weren’t up to anything they shouldn’t be.
“Do they have mics?” Celia caught on to my action.
“No, but the new one’s he got do, and I am sure when he see’s this recording he is going to blow a gasket.”
“I better go then,” Celia stood up, and I walked her out.
I walked her to the car and smiled. “Sorry about arguing with you about the new layout,” Celia said as she got to her.
“It’s fine, we can work it out when I return from vacation,” I lied.
The outside cameras could record video and audio. So, I knew Celia’s reasoning for saying that would make Joshua believe we argued.
“See you Monday then,” I waved as Celia drove away.
I did some cleaning and then put dinner on the stove. I got a text from Celia. ‘So, are you on board for a new layout if we can get it approved?’
I chuckled. ‘Absolutely, I know just the person for the job, and he will do a great job!’
‘Me too!’ Celia replied.