Love Bites
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Copyright ©2011 J. Newman & Donn Gash
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Love Bites
By J. Newman and Donn Gash
“Godammit,” Jerry cursed. His penis flopped backward onto his stomach like some fat, lazy worm as he collapsed on his side of the bed sweaty yet unsatisfied. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s me,” Trish said with a sniffle. She pulled the covers over her breasts, a shield against this frustration she knew all too well. The faded tattoo above her left areole—that butterfly with fiery wings he'd found so sexy a decade ago—resembled a dark, ugly bruise in the night. “I don’t turn you on anymore . . . . ”
“Trish, please—”
“Just tell me the truth. I’m a big girl, I can take it.”
“It’s not you. Really.” Jerry adjusted himself beneath the blankets, felt her juices cooling on his thighs.
“Whatever.”
“Swear to God. It’s probably stress. Work. You know I can’t even sleep lately, worrying about that Monaghan account.”
“Just forget it,” Trish said, rolling over. “I could accomplish more with my pinkie.”
Jerry clenched his fists, gnashed his teeth in the darkness. “That was fucking low.”
“Not low,” she said. “Just fact.”
He glared at her back for several long minutes, noticed the way the moonlight bleeding through the Venetian blinds at their bedroom window painted her pale shoulders with stripes like prison bars.
Appropriate. Sometimes Jerry thought their marriage was a fucking prison.
He got up then, stumbled to the bathroom. Masturbated furiously into the toilet. He thought of Veronica, his best friend’s wife with the raven hair and those luscious 38D’s, and he came hard.
Variety. That was the missing ingredient in his and Trish's marriage, Jerry had realized of late. Once-a-week trysts with the old lady—fevered groping under the covers, always with the lights out and you bet your ass in the same old missionary position every time—just didn’t cut it anymore. Jerry felt he deserved something better than that, felt they both deserved much more if they wanted their relationship to stay fresh. Otherwise they would soon feel middle age creeping up on them, and Jerry swore he’d kill himself before he gave in to that.
Sated, he moved from the bathroom to his office on the other side of their apartment. He sat before his computer and dialed into the Internet, his face bathed in a bluish midnight glow as he headed for that website his buddy at work had recommended:
www.swingerz-swapmeet.net
If their marriage were going to survive, Jerry knew, he and Trish would have to take some risks.
By God, it was the only way.
He thought of Veronica again, of the triple-X affair they had recently shared for several short but exhilarating minutes in his head, as he logged on to the Just-A-Swingin’ Chatroom:
CASSANOVA36 HAS ENTERED JUST-A-SWINGIN’ CHAT
FLIRTINHUBBY: C36!
PARTYANML2002: Yo, C-dawg!
CASSANOVA36: Hi, all
SEXYSARA: Cassanova! You’re up late tonight.
CASSANOVA36: couldn’t sleep :(
SEXYSARA: join the club
CASSANOVA36: Anybody seen HOTCOUPLE30 around?
PARTYANML2002: Not I, said da ‘anml
SEXYSARA: nope, sure haven’t