Seven Dates: A Different Kind of Hotwife by Ben Boswell Read Free Book Online

get it out already. I realized I’d have to change tack. Unless I hastened the process, she was going to drag this out all night.
    “So what did you learn from him?”
    Another satisfied smirk. “Well, I have to admit, I don’t really understand men. He took me from behind like that, bent over his table. And it was like he was angry at me! When he wasn’t saying you were a wimp, he was calling me a slut and a whore. Then when he finished told me to strip and get him hard again… which I did… and then he put me on my hands and knees and again did it from behind, even rougher this time, pulling my hair and slapping my butt.”
    “Well, at least you didn’t have to see his ugly, rat face while he was doing it,” I snarked.
    “Oh, he’s not that bad. He’s in shape and he’s big too.”
    “Of course,” I sighed.
    “But seriously, Kel. I mean, even when he took me to his bed, he yanked me so that I was almost falling off the mattress and he screwed me standing up with my legs over his shoulders. And then –“
    “I get it. It felt dehumanizing?”
    I get it Joanie. I’m sorry I acted like you were a sex object that only existed for my pleasure.
    She nodded. “Yes! Exactly. Like, you know, he almost hated me because he wanted me. Like he just wanted to satisfy his urges in the most impersonal way possible.”
    I sighed. “Okay. You’ve made your point. I’ll say it again. I was having a bad day, and I’m sorry about what I said the other night. It was wrong of me, and –“
    “What are you saying Kel? Are you saying that you wouldn’t have wanted me to, what, service you like I did John and Cody?”
    I groaned. She was going to make me not only apologize for what I’d said, but what I’d thought.
    “I was being insensitive and –“
    She shook her head. “But that is what you wanted?”
    “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
    “The truth.”
    You can’t handle the truth . I smirked, immediately regretting it.
    “I regret having those thoughts. I’ll try harder to be more considerate in the future.”
    “So you mean that in the future you’ll keep those thoughts to yourself?”
    “Sure. Yes. Of course. Joanie, I love you and –“
    “Well, I love you too Kel, and that’s why I want to better understand –“
    “Can we stop this now? It’s getting late. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
    She rolled her eyes. “God, you still don’t get it. That’s not what I am looking for. I’m not looking for sorrys. I’m looking for understanding. How it is that after five years of marriage I still have no idea what you expect of me.”
    Now I was genuinely speechless. Out of words. I had no idea what she wanted. And as the moments stretched on, neither of us speaking, I could see her getting more and more frustrated. It is a weird, helpless feeling to be in a situation like that, seeing things going horribly wrong and yet completely unable to conceive of a useful course of action. Should I have taken her in my arms and hugged her? Apologized again?
    Finally she broke the silence. “Fine, then I guess I need to continue my research. I’d show you what I’ve learned, but like last night, I’m too worn out for now.”
    And with that, she rose and without looking back, she went upstairs to bed.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Confront challenges. Seize the bull by the horns. Take the initiative. It is all well and good to think that, but it only works when you have some idea what to do. And I didn’t. I’d taken my best shot with Joanie and had come up snake eyes.
    I let Joanie have the bed and slept on the sofa. Or at least tried to. My mind was racing with work-related thoughts. Around 4:00am, I gave up. I showered, shaved, and went back to the office.
    The simplest way to fix the situation was for my firm to sign a new partnership agreement with XCOSA that would encourage them to submit a new bid. But that was complicated. The reason they weren’t part of the original deal was that they