Sometimes nothing goes the way you planned.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, I don't give it all away; I always save plenty for him." She laughed, and then started right back on my case.
"Are you telling me you haven't had another man double click your mouse since you've been married?"
"I've never had another man, period. Sid and I were high school sweethearts; we got married right after graduation, and started our family two years later."
"You've never had a fling?" I shook my head. "How about Sid-you're telling me he hasn't tried a little stray stuff even once in all these years?"
"I...I don't think so."
"You sound awfully unsure there, Honey." Once again she chuckled, "I bet your sex life is dull-man! The same old thing year after year? You haven't learned any new tricks in all that time?"
Suddenly memories of the time I stayed with Mom to help care for Dad rushed back to me. "Well...there was that one time when I was out of state a few weeks...Sid did start doing things different during our lovemaking-he really became a much better lover, but he showed me the books he'd learned things from."
"Books, my ass! Honey, that boy had him a sugar baby showing him the ropes-you can take my word for that."
With those words, the suspicions I'd pushed aside flooded back. It was hard to believe he could have improved his lovemaking that much just from reading a book. Still I didn't want to discuss the problem with Pat; I needed time to think before I said anything more. Pat, however, was no more ready to drop the subject than a bulldog was to relinquish his hambone.
"Shoot Honey, you owe it to yourself to find out just how another man feels; what another dick feels like."
"What do you mean? I always heard that if you'd seen one, you'd seen them all."
"Huh, don't you believe that crap, Honey. They come in all sizes and shapes, attached to men with various knowledge of how to use them. Didn't you just say Sid had learned new tricks while you were gone? Haven't you enjoyed screwing more since then?"
I nodded my head.
"Well, doesn't it stand to reason that you could learn different tricks from someone new and use them with Sid, just like he did with you?"
I had to think that logic over.
"Sure it does. You'd be doing him a favor to introduce new stuff into the old routine."
I wasn't ready to concede the point, and Pat wasn't ready to give up. We spent most of the remaining work hours with her trying to convince me I needed to try a strange cock, and me denying she made any sense at all. We finally had to drop the conversation when the Norse god walked in claiming he needed a screw. I had heard about the handsome blond man with a body just made to advertise a physical fitness program, but I'd never caught sight of him before. After finally seeing him, I could understand why the other girls were so gaga every time someone mentioned the name David.
Just being close enough to smell his musky, sweaty body, with just a touch of Wildwood, my favorite aftershave for men mixed in, had my body getting ready to welcome a visitor. Of course I didn't do anything else, since I was a faithful married woman.
The same wasn't true of Pat; she went into full flirt mode. I swear that woman had her hands all over him while she fluttered her eye lashes and twisted her behind. She was like a filly in heat waiting for the stallion.
"What size screw?" I asked. Instead of answering he looked me over and ignored Pat. That was too much-it just made her try harder. When he continued to ignore her, she left the room saying she needed a break.
"How tall are you?" he finally asked.
"About five feet nine inches."
"That's the exact size screw I need, but I'll take a dozen number eight coated, Philips head screws three inches long." He followed while I located his screws, plying me with questions about my personal life. He was such a likeable rogue I found myself enjoying the conversation and even answering far more personal questions than I should have.
Apparently he must not have had much to do, for he spent the next half hour with me.