“Come in,” she says after a moment.
I walk in and close the door before taking in my wife who put on a summer dress that’s light purple. Fuck me, I love her in dresses.
“What’s up?” she asks when I don’t say anything.
“We need to talk about what I admitted before you father’s funeral,” I say before sitting down on the bed with a sigh.
“About you liking men? Or Ice?” she asks while taking a seat beside me.
“Both I guess. I still feel this strong attraction to him, but I don’t want that to mess up anything with you. We haven’t had a chance to talk about it all. If you have a problem with it or not,” I say.
She’s quiet for a couple minutes, and I start to worry, but she speaks before the panic can truly take over.
“I wish you had told me this earlier, but it doesn’t bother me. If you were out there fucking other men and hiding it from me, that would be a different story. He is also very attractive so I can’t be mad at you for looking at him when I have to,” she admits.
“I never fucked anyone else since I have met you,” I tell her while looking into her eyes so she could see how serious I am.
“Do you want to be with Ice?” she asks hesitantly.
“I would want us to be with Ice,” I state.
Her eyes widen at my words.
“Us?” she whispers.
I nod my head. “You just told me you found him very attractive. Normally, that would make me jealous but, for some reason, not with him. When I think of you with anyone else I get pissed; but when I think of you with him, there’s no jealousy.”
“There’s no telling that he would even want us like that, or me for that matter. I’m plain, just me,” she says, dropping her shoulders.
“If he would want us, are you willing to give it a shot?” I ask.
“What if it doesn’t work out? And our relationship gets even more damaged?” she asks, and her eyes well with tears at the thought.
“I can’t promise to never hurt you again because, let’s face it, I’m bound to fuck up again at some point; but nothing has been more important to me than you. All we can do is take it one step at a time. I don’t want you to just try for me. You have to want it too.”
She blows out a breath. “I do feel a connection to him. Also, when I imagine you and him, I don’t get jealous. I just worry that while we are still working on us, something will happen to make me lose you both.”
“I will try to be better at communicating with you than I have been in the past. At some point, I stopped talking to you and created this big hole between us. Maybe Ice will be the one to help us fix that hole and make us stronger,” I say softly.
“That was really cheesy,” she says with a small smile.
“I’ll be cheesy every day if it gets you to smile,” I tell her.
“We don’t even know if he wants us,” she says.
“We can test it out. See if he feels the attraction too. Then we will approach him,” I say with a grin.
“That could be fun,” she says with her own grin.
“How about, right now, I take you out on a date?” I ask, standing up and holding my hand out to her.
“Date? Where? Do I need to change?” she asks, looking down at herself.
“We will take your vehicle since I don’t want you to take that dress off,” I say, looking down at her with heated eyes.
“You don’t want to take your bike?” she asks in shock.
“I think the next time you are on the back of my bike should be the same day you put your ring and cut back on. When you fall in love with me again.”
