PC returned me home to my husband early afternoon and we all had coffee together. It didn’t feel strange to be standing there with them both – PC made a joke to my husband that he was fine, I didn’t break him, and my husband laughed and made a joke himself.
PC stayed for about four hours, and I really liked this – he was not sitting on the couch like a man with a gun to his head, they both talked about work and the things they have in common, we all had coffee, laughed and of course my husband told embarrassing Pyx stories: nothing PC didn’t already know.
For a moment I almost entertained the idea of keeping PC for an extra bit of time after my husband left for work, but that was my greedy nature coming into play. I was happy with what I got, from them both.
I thanked him for a lovely night, the gift he got me, and kissed him goodbye. He looked at me in a way he hadn’t before – I couldn’t put my finger on it but it struck me as odd – I did not dwell on it too much because we were both tired.
My husband asked and made sure I had a good time: which I did.
Husband: That is a pretty nice tactical bag he got you.
Moi: yes, it was really nice of him to get me something for Christmas. I like it.
H: What? I thought you fucked him for it?
M: No! I am not fucking someone for a bag!!! I fucked him for this handy dandy plastic cork screw from the hotel which fits on the front of my tactical bag.
H: That’s my girl.
This is how me and my husband deal, but the second part of dealing is in part about male territory. Being a woman that just had great sex all night with someone, you fucking bet I was ready and wanted more – with my husband. They are two very different men but I am in the middle of a great sandwich – I had unprotected sex with someone other than my husband however, so I was relieved he had to work and that would give me the night to clean myself up. The following night however…