I sat there smiling, gazing into her eyes, knowing I was such a lucky man to have such cool, realistic people in my life. I'm guessing 99% of these conversations usually end up with a large dry cleaning bill. As I shook my head in amazement, I countered with, "At some point, I'm going to want those details. And honestly, not in the jealous way. Just the fact my sexually conservative wife might have found her groove with others, admittedly turns me on. Now I know why you call me a sick fuck all the time."
She laughed, while still crying with, "And I fucking love that sick fuck mind of yours. Now in the best interest of trying to not lose you, I really think you need to go home, get as much love as you can with our child, and then tomorrow pack your shit up and go take a break. I honestly mean this - this is the only way we are going to save this ridiculously perfect marriage. My hope is after this break you will have come to your senses and we'll go back to leaving the details to ourselves. But again, that assumes home-life trumps fun life. Your fun life just took a knock-out swing for your home-life, which sucks for me."
My lips tightened up, in essence wanting to take her generous offer, but still admittedly confused as fuck at what in the hell was happening. I looked down and responded, "I trust you - I'm confused right now - but I trust this is the smartest move. I love you so fucking much, Kylie. I love what you said - and couldn't argue one thing. In the spirit of your boxing analogy, I've been punched and admittedly am dizzy with my confused state. I would have never in a million years predicted this, but we're here and I love you for how you've responded. Let's pay the bill and the fuck out of this Twilight Zone episode."
Kylie reached out to hug me, which quickly converted into a wet, loving kiss. As we politely kissed for seconds, she pulled back and whispers into my ear, "Don't think you'll be getting any of this perfect pussy tonight my darling - I sense that filthy cock of yours is screaming with Vegas all over it."
I smiled with, "Oh please - sounds like your perfect little pussy has been parading all over La Jolla."
As she pulled back in for a kiss, she quietly admits, "Yes, but the difference is - you rule the parade. But really, who am I kidding - I've never been able to say no to you."
We wrapped up our amazing conversation, finished our wine, paid the bill and each situated into our cars to drive home. Before shifting into drive, I quickly checked my messages to see a number of messages from my two lovers. Not having the focus to read through them, all I could quickly type out was, "Lovers - just had the worst, weirdest, most awkward talk with my wife EVER - but overall she proved why I married her in the first place. I'll fill you in later - long story short - per HER instruction, we're officially on a 'break'! Again, will fill you in - but she quickly read that I needed time away to better understand these feelings I'm having - she refused to hear any specifics on who I had feelings for - I'm constantly amazed how fucking cool my wife is. Alright - let's talk tomorrow - miss you."
As I drove home I was torn in confusion. On one hand, my wife made the intuitive decision to set me free, which I would have done the exact same thing if the circumstances were reversed. Also, now knowing she too needed extra curricular activities to keep herself balanced in our relationship, this was a wildly huge factor in my shockingly calm, yet confused state.
On the other hand, I was officially free to further examine my crushes, without one thread of family guilt to limit my curiosity. This officially was the true test of what kind of lifestyle I was going to choose. Would I chose the path that unleashed my inner sexual animal - or remain on the textbook family trajectory.
My now unshackled sexual brain quickly started scheming where I should go on my break. I wanted to get as far away from home as I could, but still somewhere in the US where I could maintain a decently productive work regime. My brain quickly narrowed into two potential destinations: Miami or Cabo. I've spent significant amounts of time in both amazing cities - one being more pure resort and the other blending city, resort and international flavor.
It didn't take much time on my drive home to conclude to Miami. Miami was a city I could legitimately live in - it had amazing food, beaches, art and still had enough city to conduct business. Cabo was a long weekend that was only two short hours away. Miami was truly on the other side of the country and it was exactly what I needed in the form of an escape. Also, the last time I was in Miami I stayed at The Faena Hotel, which I loved.
At the next stop light, continuing to ignore all of their incoming texts, I sent them another text, "I've decided Miami is going to be my home for the coming weeks - stay tuned for details! :)"
My excitement suddenly bulldozed all the other emotions that I was feeling just minutes ago. The escape planning quickly distracted the most emotionally volatile day I had ever lived. In the morning I was having head-spinning sex with my two insanely gorgeous and adventurous lovers. And in the evening, my wife and I were concluding we needed a break, which if you would have asked me weeks ago if I thought that was remotely possible, I would have bet my life savings against it.
Not to further confuse our situation, I decided to sleep out in the guest house that night. My rag-dolled emotions had me collapsed on the bed within 15 minutes of being back home.
I popped up at 430am drenched in Vegas toxins sweat to check my phone. My exhausted brain couldn't handle all the texts my lovers had been sending the night before, but still, half-asleep I shuffled through their sympathetic messages. Being the amazing people they were, they never once cracked with a selfish excitement, which I found incredibly impressive considering how excited I was to see them.
I did my best at responding to each of their questions in our group chat and eventually caught up in our thread with, "Alright my lovers - as you can see being 445am, I'm a bit excited for this new chapter in my life. Obviously so much to talk about - hard to do on text - but it's time to plan the important stuff. I am calling The Faena Hotel in South Beach to talk them about being my home for the next few weeks. Obviously keep this between us three deviants (aka don't tell Janet) - but I will be telling my office here in San Diego that I'm going to be working remotely for the near future, which will for sure ignite questions around the company.
In regards to us, I would love to extend the invite to you both on any days - and for any amount of time. I am picking up the tab while you're both with me - no questions asked! :) I am planning on packing some bags today to catch a flight out of San Diego later tonight. Let me know if/when you're ready to come see your favorite elderly. Miss you both."
My smile couldn't have stretched my face any further - this is what my brain and body desired most. I jumped out of bed, put on some shorts with running shoes and just took off down to the beach. I ran for miles sweating out chemicals and shuffling through the expected anxiety of breaking from your beloved family. There was never one ounce of flex in my love for my family, and even rationalizing in my brain that my child's young infant age would never even know of this break. Thankfully I was lucky to have a loving mom for our child, plus a number of helping hands to ensure the child was attended to.
Once I arrived back home and showered, I called the hotel to negotiate my next temporary residence. Being a generous existing customer, they thankfully accommodated to my requests and offered one of their penthouse residences, which would officially be my home for the coming weeks. Flight was booked, bags were packed and emails were sent to direct reports at the company to let them know I would be working remotely for the short term.
As the day crept forward, my wife and I met in the kitchen for lunch and to finalize details on our break. Of course, intimately knowing my weaknesses, she shows up casually dressed in a white tank top, no bra with tiny shorts barely covering her perfect ass and her long blonde hair in a pony tail. I shook my head, smiled and sarcastically said, "perfect - way to make this easier."
She smiled big right back at me and replied, "well I didn't want you to forget about this innocent, non-sexual body here at home", while batting her eyelashes.
I came back quickly with, "Funny, Kylie - I wish we were comfortable enough with each other to want to do filthy things to each other, but I just don't feel that's us. And the odd part is - I've grown very comfortable in knowing that's just not us, but who knows, maybe some time away will have our inner animals thirsting for each other. We have the near perfect relationship with just that piece missing, but I don't want that from us unless it's purely organic."
