It was a company party that he organized and hosted for a local charity. I had just gone on my first date with who would be my husband. I'm at the party alone. I usually dress up but decided to dress casual so I wore a preppy collared shirt, shorts and gold wedgie sandals. I saw him with his normal narcissistic air of confidence working the room w his wife as his side. He looked my way a glint of recognition in his eye but unable to place me. It's the first time he's seen me without a uniform. We are in a room full of people and all of a sudden it's like we are the only two. As he closes the gap in between us he glances at my feet. His tongue flicks his lip. With out breaking a beat and confidence I have never heard "Have we fucked before?" He asked.
I'm shocked and I quickly think to insult him "omg I hope not." I say as I push him to the side and continue on my way. What nerve! What ego! His poor wife! Wait wasn't she standing near? Could she have heard? Does he care? Has he slept w that many women that he truly doesn't know? He's not good looking, he's not tall at all. His wife is a bombshell. How did he pull that off?
I make my way around and settle at the bar. I catch sight of the two of them across the bar. He is smiling and she laughs tossing her head back and gripping his arm. Their body language screams of passion and they light up the room. All the couples are drawn to them. They have fire. They have spice. My panties got wet. The rest of the night was a blur it was quite the party as strippers danced on the bar and took my attention.
So months passed and he friended me on "the book". His life is inspiring. We have lots in common. He is definitely my male alter ego. If I were a man I would be him. Perfect family, perfect wife. We share the same political views which is rare. He posts the real too. Not just the fake happiness, Christmas trees and birthday cakes. The whole world knows his wife slit his tires and I know he probably deserved it.
Months have gone by since the party maybe a year or longer. Time has gone on like time tends to do. I see him in passing and he will be gone in a second. It's my turn. "I had a dream that we fucked." I think that's what I yelled, so much time has gone by I'm not quite sure. He perked up and came running down the hall slipping me his phone number w instructions to call.
What did I do? I'm dating the nicest guy. I have never been the stupid girl to fall for an asshole. I'm not a home wrecker. I'm curious so I call. He tells me to come to his office and he will do me on his desk. This is absurd everyone will know! Who cares he says. What about my fiancé? Did I think about him when I picked up the phone? No, I'm not that girl. Maybe I am.
I still want him. I have to have him. I'm confused. I have questions. I think too much. There must be a way around this. What is the nature of his relationship w his wife? Does she know? Is this a game? Are they both in on it?
Years pass, I have left the company. We chat here and there. Casual and friendly. He drops into conversation one day that his wife likes to brings home girls to play. He asks if I still want to hook up and I never crossed that line. I have a plan and I smile w a grin. I'm in it to win it, both of you will be in my bed, I respond. He's disappointed for a moment but then grins. He believes me and he knows that I like to win. For now our lives cross paths here and there but I have yet to see her again. She's a hot headed Latina he warned me and she will have revenge if he makes a suggestion as its her that makes all the calls. She has to pick me. He just gets to indulge. I have my work cut out for me and my goal is this fall. They are moving to the neighborhood so this should get good hopefully for all.
They are the inspiration for me coming out to my neighbors referenced in the previous story which also could evolve. It's all good and fantasy for the moment but something is sure to evolve.