Chapter 1
Jack
“Say what?” I gasped. I immediately felt like she just kicked the air out of me.
“Well, I have read all about it on- line and there are lots of people who state that swinging has refreshed their marriage. That they were able to get from other people what they couldn’t get out of each other,” Alice explained.
“Can’t give each other? What are you saying? Am I not good enough for you anymore? Am I not good enough looking for you anymore? Do I not please you anymore?”
“Oh grow up Jack! This is not about you! It is that I don’t feel satisfied anymore. And to tell you the truth, I don’t think one man can ever keep one woman satisfied,” she told me. “It’s been ten years. I need more excitement.”
That was an absolute slap in the face with how hard I have been trying to get her attention. “How would you even fucking know?” I shouted. “I have tried for the last year to get you to be intimate with me and you treat me like a fucking leper,” I yelled.
“From what you are saying to me, it sounds like you are already fucking someone and now you want to find a way to make that okay with me!” I screamed.
“Don’t be silly. I am so busy how would I ever have time to fuck someone else?” she said with a smug look on her face.
“I don’t know. Probably on those nights that you don’t get home till 9pm three hours late from work. Maybe on those Thursday nights when you do girls night out and don’t get home till 3am in the fucking morning.
“You tell me Alice. How many men ARE you fucking behind my back so you can have some satisfaction?” I screamed so loud that she flinched. “Fuck you Alice. I am done with this conversation. When I find that you ARE cheating, I will dump you like a hot fucking rock.
I went to my den and slammed the door before Alice could say anything else. An hour later she knocked quietly and announced that dinner was ready. “I’m not hungry. Just stay the fuck away from me,” I hollered through the door.
“Oh come on Jack. You have to eat. And I am not going to leave you alone until we talk this out. You haven’t even given me time to explain all of this to you. I think I just started off on the wrong foot. Please give me a chance to explain all of this to you,” Alice pleaded.
I closed out of my author’s page where I had been answering email posts and quietly followed Alice to the kitchen for dinner. Her words were still burning in my core. Right now, I feel like a complete failure and I don’t even know what I did wrong
We mostly ate in silence. Broken only by Alice telling me what a challenging day she had at the hospital today where she works. I said very little other than a “Um-Hum,” from time to time.
Alice is a day nurse. At 32 years old, she is one of the youngest head nurses that has ever worked at Crest City Hospital.
She pretty much manages and controls the entire day shift nursing crew at the hospital.
She sets the schedules for who works when, where and how.
It is her duty to make sure that all the doctors are satisfied with the nursing crew.
In that, she spends a lot of time taking care of the doctors’ needs.
Over the twelve years that I have been writing, I have become a successful bestselling author. The drawback is that I work at home and have no co-workers to interact with.
I get together with a couple of other writers from the costal and Seattle areas every Tuesday afternoon for an hour or so of drinking coffee and talking. Mostly telling tales of our book signing tours and all the horny and bored housewives who throw themselves at us.
I also do guest lectures at my alma mater where I got my master’s degree in English lit. I usually lecture the creative writing students. Tips for writers and how to get published.
There have been times over the past couple of years that I have been sorely tempted to take the women up on their sexual offers. I mean, some of these ladies walk up to me and hand me their panties. “You can have what comes in these anytime you like,” I have been told on many occasions.
Why do I turn them down now? My wife hasn’t shown any sexual interest in me for a couple of years. Yes, it feels wonderfully flattering when these women make it very plain that they are sexually attracted to me. Why don’t I take them up on it?
“You know, when I go on my book signing tours,
I have dozens of women who throw their panties at me and say that I could have what comes in those panties,” I told my wife breaking the silence. “Not once have I ever cheated on you,” I added.
“Not even once? Why the hell not? Didn’t the fact that they were all over you make you feel sensuous and titillated? Didn’t it give you a thrill and make you feel special?” Alice asked.
“Mostly it made me feel bad. Because they did turn me on and make me feel sexual towards them, It made me feel like those thoughts and desires were betraying you,” I confided. “Oh Jack, you poor thing. Having others lavish attention on me is the high point of my days,” Alice said.
“So…What? Are those doctors and male nurses flirting and “lavishing” attention on you every day? If that is true, why do you seem so down and unapproachable when you come home every day? Why do you turn me away when I lavish you with attention…and I have,” I asked pointedly.
“Look, let’s get off of this. It is getting us nowhere.
Let me discuss and explain swinging with you,” Alice offered as she cleared the dinner table of our dishes.
“Go out and sit on the couch. I bring us some drinks and we can talk,” she suggested.
I still feel a knot deep in my stomach. When she came into the living room, she was wearing one of those sexy nighties I bought her months ago.