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Iwatched the couple on the dance floor with thinly veiled disgust.
Assholes.
Complete and utter assholes.
I rolled my eyes, looked away, and crossed my arms crossed over the provocatively skimpy shirt I’d worn for Jake, my husband. The man who now had his tongue down another’s woman’s throat.
He was the asshole in question, without a doubt. He’d begged me to come to this sex club and had then proceeded to make his claim on the asshole of the year contest. Although, from the way his hand was wandering up the woman’s skirt, he was oblivious to his entry. He was engrossed, that was for sure.
“Surprise?” a male voice asked, and I turned to see the owner of the club, a man named Rafa. As far as I knew, that was his whole name. There was probably a last name, but nobody seemed to know it.
My eyes went up and down his tall frame, admiring the charcoal-gray tailored suit he wore. I’d be flattered that he’d come over to talk to me, if I wasn’t so busy catching my husband fucking around on me.
“I’m not really. For a man that is as terrible at sex as Jake is, he’s very fixated on it. I mean, I’ve had better sex with a showerhead than I have with him. But, you know, he is a good provider and I was young and dumb when I married him.” I shrugged, spilling much more than I should to a stranger but my level of give-a-fuck had plummeted when I walked in to see my husband hadn’t had to stay late at work, as he’d claimed. He’d called me to tell me to delay our meeting by an hour, but I’d shown up at the right time, in a taxi, anyway, wondering, my suspicions glaring like neon lights in my head. “Yeah, I knew something was going on, this just confirms it, really.”
Okay, he comes home to me every night, like he’s supposed to, that wasn’t the problem. It was the way he would dart straight into the shower too often lately, without coming anywhere near me, and then head right off to bed that had alerted me that something was wrong. That phone call earlier this evening to delay our sex club date had really set off my alarm bells. Something was up.
And that something was Jake’s hand up that woman’s skirt, while his tongue was busy delving into the depths of the woman’s mouth. “For fuck’s sake.”
“Not the kind of scene we appreciate here, infidelity.” Rafa’s voice oozed sarcasm laced with disgust. “I mean, we do encourage exploration, obviously, but that? Well, you’ve both been here enough that he should know the rules by now: if you have a secret lover, don’t bring them here when your wife or husband are meant to arrive. And don’t dump your partner at the club, it kills the atmosphere.”
Rafa tugged at the edges of his shirt sleeves, revealing sapphire cufflinks that flashed in the dazzling lights from the dance floor. His head went up a little, his nostrils flaring in…anger? “It’s so subpar, really.”
“Um, yeah,” I mumbled, surprised that he knew we were members here and that we’d been before, and honestly, that he was standing beside me at all. I wasn’t the thinnest girl, or the prettiest around, but my light green eyes did garner comments and praise every now and then, while the light red of my hair had been a burden until I grew up and learned to love the coppery locks.
I’d married Jake when I was barely 18, a baby compared to his then twenty-one. I’d been dazzled by promises of forever, undying love, and the fact that and older man wanted me so much. I had looked past the fact that he was terrible in bed, that he seemed to want a housekeeper more than he wanted a wife, and that he was the most pathetic man when it came to anyone’s need but his own. I’d agreed to come to Rafa’s club hoping to keep our marriage from going stale. It would seem I was too late in that, our marriage was a mass of green mold, ready to crumble into a billion spores.
“I can’t believe you remember us,” I said absently, trying to fill the empty silence and not look at the man that was so amazingly attractive that he was dangerous to any marriage, but especially to one that had just taken a major hit, as Jake had done with ours.
“Of course, I’d notice you.” Rafa grinned down at me in such a charming way, I nearly giggled like a schoolgirl on her first outing. “You have such an amazing complexion, and your hair. You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined wrapping it around my fists and, well, let’s leave it that, for now, shall we?”
Fuck me, my imagination ran rampant and wild at what he’d left unsaid.Wrap my fist around your hair and guide your head as you suck me off. Wrap my fist around it and pull your head back while I fuck you from behind.
I mean, I’m at a sex club, sex was meant to be on my brain, and I’d just been dumped. Well, cheated on. Same thing as far as I was concerned. If my husband thought he could fuck around, he was about to find out that I do have a backbone as I walked out on him.
I’m twenty-two years old, I’ve been in better shape, but the extra weight looked good on me. It made my boobs a little bigger, my hips and ass a little wider, and I liked it. Obviously, the very appealing Rafa liked it too.
“Um, thanks. I think,” my face scrunched in confusion as I finally looked at him. “You’ve fantasized about me?”
“A time or two, angel. A time or two. Do you want a drink?” He seemed so nonchalant, but the way his eyes watched me belied the ease in his smile.
“I think I would, Rafa.” I smiled at him and laced my arm through his. Maybe he was just taking pity on the chubby girl that had just been dumped in his club, or perhaps he wanted to get me away from the scene of the ‘crime’ before I killed someone now putting her hands down my husbands pants out on the dancefloor. Either way, I wanted away from all of it and Rafa had just given me the perfect opportunity for escape. I certainly didn’t,couldn’t, imagine that he’d suddenly take me in his arms and seal his lips against mine. But that happened.
