Marriage Experiment Gone Wrong Read Free

pulled it away.
    They seemed to be hitting it off, so I was surprised to hear Diane say, “Well, it’s been nice meeting you, but I have to talk to my husband about all this. I’m sure you understand.”
    Marcus smiled and nodded. “He has my phone number,” he said and stood up. Even I could see the bulge in his pants now. Wow, I thought, my wife had caused that!
    On the way out, I whispered to her, “Why didn’t you jump on the guy? I know you liked him.”
    “I don’t know – it just felt so weird! Like I was a cheating wife or something.”
    “You’re not if I’m okay with it. It’s just a one-time thing, remember? You clearly liked the guy, why not just go for it?”
    “I guess … I guess I wanted more input from you. When I’m supposed to decide, I feel like you’ll be mad at me, no matter what I do. Do you understand?”
    “So you want to leave it up to me?”
    We were outside now, standing near the parking lot. She looked at me and nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want to be the slutty woman who needs … more than she’s already got. I love you, Bob, and I don’t want this to ruin it, okay?”
    “It won’t. I just thought we should spice things up. You agreed.”
    “I did. And now I’ll leave it up to you.”
    I nodded. “Okay then.” I handed her the keys. “Bring the car around, will you?” I left her standing there, sputtering and I went back inside. Marcus was finishing his drink and about to leave when I caught up to him.
    “Hey,” I said. “Can you follow us home?”
    He grinned. “Why the sudden change of plans?”
    “ Diane’s shy, that’s all. She wanted me to make the final decision.”
    “ Diane?” I realized I had just spilled the beans.
    “Yeah, shit – I was trying to be careful. Too late now. She’s Diane and I’m Bob. And we want you to come home with us.”
    He smiled. “ I see. All right, then. Let’s go.”
    He followed me out and we found Diane in the car, waiting by the entrance. I had her slide over and we waited until Marcus fetched his car. I could feel the waves of nervousness emanating from Diane.
    “You okay?”
    “Yeah. I’m just … nervous. What if something goes wrong? What if he robs us or something?”
    “That sounds racist. Marcus doesn’t seem like that kind of man.”
    “But we don’t know him, do we? He could be a serial killer or something.”
    “I doubt that. But you keep close tabs on him and holler if he grabs your jewelry and tries to run, okay?” I rolled my eyes at her.
    She made a face and we headed out, Marcus right behind.
     
    We got to our house and I had to admit, I was a little nervous about letting Marcus see where we lived. My original plan had been to get a hotel room, but those plans got lost in the excitement of the moment. I unlocked the door and led them inside and noted that Marcus was already working his magic on Diane. He had his hands on her and kept turning her face toward his for a kiss. She was embarrassed and excited at the same time. I understood – I felt the same way.
    “Want a drink?”
    Marcus nodded and said, “Something light. I don’t want alcohol to interfere with the experience.”
    Diane smiled and said, “How about a couple glasses of wine?” She turned to him. “You like wine, don’t you?”
    “Wine would be perfect.”
    I poured them a couple of glasses and tried not to hover. I didn’t want Diane to feel she was putting on a performance. It didn’t do any good – just having me there broke the mood. She kept looking over at me when Marcus kissed her or fondled her breasts, as if asking for my approval. It was clear she was too distracted to get aroused.
    “Look,” I finally said. “I can see I’m making you nervous. Why don’t you take her into the bedroom and I’ll wait out here.”
    Marcus smiled. “My man!” He stood, bent down and picked up Diane as if she weighed nothing! It startled her and I could see she was very pleased at having lost the weight. They disappeared