Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Ed and Dane exchange looks.
“Yo, what the fuck is your problem?” Dane growls his blue eyes glowing with anger.
“Yeah, keep a lid on it,” Ed says, his tone cool. “I’ll have you know that our wives know that we’re here, and urged us to have a good time. Jamie and Kimber aren’t jealous that way. In fact, they said we should do whatever.”
“Do whatever?” I ask, one black brow raised. “What the fuck does that mean?”
The two men shrug.
“Whatever we want. We don’t live in cages, bro. We’re married, but that doesn’t mean that we’re dead.”
I take a deep breath because Ed and Dane are right. I’ve led a life of depravity until now, so who am I to judge?
“Sorry,” I mutter. “I’ve just got some stuff on my mind.”
“What’s going on?” Dane asks. “Relationship problems? Hell, I thought you didn’t do relationships. I thought you were into the girls who don’t talk back,” he says, alluding to my fetish.
He’s right because I haven’t been with a woman in a while. Not a real woman, at least. My plastic girls have been keeping me satisfied, without the trouble of dealing with an actual living and breathing human being.
“Yeah,” I grunt, “the sex dolls have been great. But it’s gotten complicated.”
“Complicated?” Ed snorts. “I thought that was the whole point of sex dolls—uncomplicated fucking, anytime you want.”
I grunt again, and before I realize it, I’m spilling the beans on my shenanigans with Chrissy. How I’ve fucked her every which way, without acknowledging her personhood. How I told her off this afternoon, and how her eyes filled with tears at my words. Goddamn, I’m such an asshole. Meanwhile, Ed whistles at the end of my story.
“Bro,” he drawls, clearly impressed. “That is some crazy shit. She must really be starved for it.”
“She’s definitely got a horny little cunt,” I agree. Immediately, I regret my words because it feels wrong to talk about Chrissy this way. Like I’m betraying her somehow. “But I don’t know.”
“What don’t you know?” asks Ed. Just like Dane, he’s an asshole. Not to his wife because he’s found true love with Jamie against all odds. But given the right situation, their inner frat boys will always live on, if only vicariously through me. “If she’s up for it, which clearly she is, why not just enjoy the ride?”
“He’s scared of getting her pregnant,” explains Dane, rolling his eyes. “So I told him to fuck her in the ass. Anal is safe, bro.”
“Which I did,” I groan at the memory of Chrissy’s unforgivingly tight little ass, and how it had made me come embarrassingly quickly.
“How was it?” asks Dane with approval.
“Incredible. She’s a squirter too, and gets off from backdoor stimulation.”
“Fuuuuuck,” Ed drawls.
“Goddamn, that sounds hot,” Dane agrees. “But with all this, she can’t possibly think you believe she’s a sex doll?”
“No, she doesn’t,” I agree in a terse voice. “And therein lies the problem. We’ve brought the issue into the open and fuck, but it’s complicated. I basically ended it, and I feel like a complete asshole for dropping her like a hot coal. Not to mention the sex doll shit.”
My two buddies chuckle.
“Lighten up, man,” Ed elbows me playfully. “You’re forgetting that I met Kimber at a breeding party, right here at Club Z. Don’t you remember what a fucking mess that was? And now look at us. Married.”
“Exactly,” growls Dane in agreement. “And my story is even more fucked-up. I bred another woman after I’d already gotten involved with Jamie. Well, at least I attended a breeding party. I didn’t actually touch that woman, although obviously, when Jamie found out, she went ape-shit. But all that’s by the by. I’m just saying that there are worse things than a hot young girl pretending to be a sex doll to get you to fuck her. Just go with the flow, my man. That’s my mantra these days.”
“It’s still a fucked-up situation,” I insist. “It’s not just that Chrissy’s young. I used to date her mom, Janice. It’s just too bizarro and pervy, like I’m some sick troll with gray hair peeking out from under my trench coat.”
“Yeah, that is kind of perky,” Dane acknowledges.
“Speaking of which,” Ed drawls, squinting off through the blinking lights of the dance floor. “You’re talking about the Janice that I met last time I was in the city, right? With the big boobs and blonde hair.”
“Yeah, why?” I ask. “What’s it to you?”
Ed squints again into the distance.
“Well, isn’t that Janice over there?”
I blink, surprised. What the fuck? But then, I see that Ed’s right. There’s a woman standing next to the dance floor, dressed in nothing but a thong and high heels, balancing a tray of drinks in one hand. She’s blonde, beautiful, and svelte with a narrow waist and big breasts for her smallish frame.