Seven Dates: A Different Kind of Hotwife Read Free Page B

What were you expecting?”
    “Expecting?” I chuckled. “Nothing I guess. Hoping for…?”
    “What?”
    “Joanie, just forget about it. If you understood men a little better –“
    “Men, huh? So what’s that mean?”
    “Seriously, Joanie, let’s just drop this.”
    “No, Kellen, let’s not. I want to hear what you, what men , are expecting.”
    “No you don’t.” I could feel my heart pounding. I should have controlled myself, but it just spilled out. “Okay, fine, you know what? Fine. I had a fucking miserable day and you know what would make it better? Getting my cock sucked.”
    She shook her head. “That would fix things? That would get the $2.9 million back?”
    “Like I say, you don’t understand men. I’m the only –“
    “I had boyfriends before you.”
    “One, Joanie. One. And he was a high school kid and…”
    “And what?”
    “Um, Joanie, you know Bradley was gay right?”
    “He and I had sex!”
    “Like twice. If you’d been my high school girlfriend, I’d have been banging you three times a day. Any man would have.”
    She shook her head. “So the reason I didn’t give you what you expected was my lack of experience? If I’d dated more men –“
    “It wouldn’t have hurt.”
    “I was nineteen when we met, how many men should I have been with before you?”
    “You’re missing the point. I’m just saying… “
    What was I saying? Who the fuck knew? At this point, I didn’t even want a blowjob anymore. Or a pizza. I wanted to pound a beer or two, take a hot shower, and climb into bed.
    “What?” she insisted.
    “I’m just saying that being with a few women before you was, I think, useful.”
    “A few?” she gasped.
    Okay, so it was closer to fifty, though I’d only copped to twenty when we talked about it.
    “A little experience is a good thing.”
    “Oh, of course, Mr. Perfect. So what’s the ideal number? How many men should I have had sex with before I met you.”
    “You’re missing the point.”
    “I want a number.”
    “Fuck Joanie, how the hell do I know? Two? Four? Eight?”
    “And you think if only I’d been with eight men before you instead of one –“
    I cut her off with a laugh. “Like I say, Brad only counts as a half, maybe a quarter –“
    Her eyes flashed dangerously, “I would have known enough to get on my knees and give you oral when you got home.”
    “Something like that.”
    She fumed. “You know what, Kel? You’re an immature prick sometimes. Just because you dated sluts –“
    “Don’t say that!”
    “What? Most of them were. Stacy?”
    “What about her?”
    “Oh God, Kel, I still can’t believe you invited her to our wedding. She’d screwed half of your groomsmen.”
    All of them actually.
    “Big deal. She was a friend.”
    “Yeah, big deal. My wedding and I have to walk in on the group of you talking about what a good lay she was, and she’s there laughing along.”
    “You could learn a few things from Stacy,” I retorted, thinking of her being easy going and fun.
    “Like what? Like how to swallow? How to get screwed in a bar bathroom?”
    “What’s wrong with swallowing once in a while?”
    She screwed up her face. “So that’s it? You’re upset because I’m not enough of a whore? I don’t live up to your sluts? You want me to be more like the girls you see in that disgusting porn you watch?”
    I was startled.
    “Oh, what, Kel, you don’t I know what you’re up to when you get up in the middle of the night and lock yourself with your iPad in the bathroom?”
    “You’re sick, Joanie. Get that stick out of your ass.”
    “No, you’re the sick one, Kellen. You’d probably like to see me with a stick in my ass.”
    “Joanie, seriously, fuck you. There is nothing wrong with learning how to please a man, even if it means swallowing a little come or trying, just trying, anal.”
    “I guess I just need more experience.”
    “Yeah, you know what? You do.”
    “Maybe I should date other men then, you