by Vivian Ward
The reclaim sex is the most important aspect of me being with other men. It’s all about Brett taking back what’s his.
And that’s the part that turns me on the most.
Just the thought of another guy fucking me and then my husband reclaiming me after another man has been inside of me is enough to get me wet.
“You’re sure?” I ask.
“As sure as I’ll ever be,” he raises his glass in the air before polishing off his drink.
“Let me freshen up a bit first. Gotta look good if I’m baiting guys,” I flash a small grin and wink at him.
While it’s fun to think I might find a guy to hook up with, the odds are that I’ll likely run into some of my old co-workers, do a bit of flirting and come home for a really good fuck.
As much as Brett wants another guy to have his way with me, I know he’d be just as turned on if I came home with a juicy story about me flirting with someone, but I take a condom with me just in case.
We have plenty of them left over from before Brett got fixed since we only had to use them for a short time until the doctor gave him the all-clear at his post-vasectomy checkup.
The bar is completely packed. Every parking space is taken up, so I had to park along the perimeter of the lot next to what used to be a gas station.
Making my way inside, I pull the old, cheaply made door open and the musty air, a combination of beer and cigarette smoke, fill my senses. It’s almost enough to repulse me, but I’m used to it before the door even closes behind me.
Scanning the bar, I see an acquaintance of mine; Ray, my friend’s brother. He used to manage a local furniture store but quit when they got bought out because the owners were jerks. He’s another one who could be on my list of potentials, but it appears that he’s on a double date. He’s sitting at a booth table with a girl and another couple.
Apparently, he sees me too because we make eye contact and he waves. Returning the gesture, I wave back and mouth, “Hi Ray.”
Combing through the rest of the crowd, I spot a tall black man standing near the bar. As I’m checking him out, he notices me and waits for me to catch on to the fact that he’s watching me drink in his appearance.
His jeans are dark denim, and he’s wearing a red polo with a thick gold chain and black wristwatch, looks like an Apple watch. He’s dressed simple, not anything overly impressive but there’s a warm welcome about his appearance.
I feel the heat in my cheeks as our eyes meet and I discover the fact that he’s been watching me this whole time. There’s no doubt that my crimson cheeks are giving me away as he nods at me.
I flash him a big, cheesy grin and wink at him.
Oh, my God, Cathy! What the fuck are you doing? Did you just wink at that guy?
Something tells me that this is my guy. He’s the one.
Gathering up my courage, I make my way over to him and motion for the barkeep to bring me a drink.
“Tequila sunrise,” I shout over the music.
While I’m waiting for my drink, I notice that he appears to be alone and I don’t see a ring on his finger.
Once I have my drink in hand, I stand next to the handsome stranger and smile up at him as I sip through the straw.
“Hi, my name’s Arden,” he extends his arm to shake hands.
“Cathy,” I yell so he can hear me, taking his hand. “Nice to meet you. You here with anyone tonight?”
“No, actually, I’m a truck driver, and this is where I come when I stop in town for the night.”
I pull my phone out and to text Brett.
C: I met a guy, and we’re talking.