Page 95 of The Holy Grail
“You enjoyed it.”
“I did. Maybe too much.” He paused for a few seconds, then continued. “When it was over, I actually felt a little … discombobulated. I told Gwen we needed to regroup and regain our footing, take a break from what we were doing and go back to being a regular, married couple. I didn’t want either one of us to have sex with other people anymore, and she wasn’t happy with that. She said it wasn’t solely my decision to make, and things were pretty tense between us for several weeks. I thought things would eventually get back to normal, but that hope got shit on when she told me she’d found another guy.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. This time it was without me—which really pissed me off. When I asked her where she’d found him, she said it was while she was having lunch with Megan at Chili’s.”
“Chili’s?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm, okay.”
“I told her I didn’t like any of this, and she said I was going to have to get used to it. If I didn’t want to have sex with other women, that was my decision to make, and she would respect that. However, she wanted to continue having sex with other men, which was her decision to make, and I needed to respect that. And if I couldn’t, then we were going to have problems.”
Jules wasn’t quite sure what to say to that, so she remained silent.
“Well, the last thing I wanted to do was drag my ass to another hotel room, but I wasn’t going to let Gwen meet up with the Chili’s guy alone, so she and I went together. He was nothing like the bartender, which surprised me. This guy was kind of rough and … dominant … I guess you’d say. He ordered her around and really manhandled her, you know, like pushing her to her knees and pretty much fucking her mouth with his dick until her eyes were watering and she was gagging. It was actually hard for me to watch, mainly because Gwen was obviously enjoying it, but also because he was hung like a prize bull—”
“Jesus.”
“Is that a good ‘Jesus’ or a bad ‘Jesus’?”
“Bad.”
“Are you saying that just to make me feel better?”
It seemed like he was trying to lighten the moment, so Jules said, “I would never compromise my integrity like that. Too much dick is too much dick, no matter where you put it, if you get my drift.”
“I get it.” He chuckled softly and kissed her forehead. “So, after she gave him a blow job, I thought that might be the end because it would be weird to hang out and wait for him to get another hard-on, but he wasn’t done. He threw her onto the bed like a doll and told her he wanted her on hands and knees, and at first I was thinking he was going to fuck her from behind, but then he grabbed some lube and starting prepping her for—”
“Anal?”
“Yeah. Now, Gwen and I have never done that with each other—or with anyone else, for that matter—so I had several major concerns.”
“I can imagine.”
“At that point, I intervened and asked if this was something she really wanted, because it seemed inconceivable to me she’d do this for the first time with a guy she’d met at Chili’s,instead of with her husband, but shedidwant it. She’d apparently asked him to fuck her ass when they set the meeting up.”
“Whoa.”
“The Chili’s guy now had two fingers in her ass, and I was legitimately wondering if I could actually stomach this, and Gwen told me if I couldn’t handle it, I could leave, because it was going to happen, no matter what. I could tell she meant it, and I could tell thisreallywasn’t about her and me anymore—if it ever had been—and it was just about her and what she wanted. But, I wasn’t going to leave her alone with the Chili’s guy, unsupervised during anal sex, so I stayed and listened to her loving every goddamn, brutal minute of it.
“It seemed to last forever, of course, but the absolute worst part was watching my wife possibly having the most intense orgasm of her life … while calling out another man’s name as he pounded her ass.”
That really sounded like a nightmare to Jules, no two ways about it. “I’m sorry, Mal. That’s really fucked up.”
He paused for a long moment, and his voice was heavy when he finished with, “At the end, Chili’s guy pulled out, flipped her over and ripped off his condom, then proceeded to come all over her face. When he was done, Gwen looked over at me with this unbelievably pleased expression, and I knew, without a doubt, this is what she wanted our marriage to look like. Andthatwas more than I was willing to give her.”
Chapter 29
The bartender
Jules felt a little prickle of awareness on the back of her neck, and looked around, taking in the crowds of Saturday afternoon shoppers at the Farmer’s Market. She and Malcom had grabbed iced coffees in honor of the warm spring day, and had walked over to pick out some fresh fruits and vegetables from the numerous vendors for meals he was planning to make during the week. It was something he did every weekend when the market was open, and she found herself enjoying the excursion very much, mainly because it felt like such a ‘couple’ thing to do (who knew being a couple was so much fun?), but also because she was learning about new things to eat, which she’d never heard of.
Like … fennel.
“Actually, why don’t you grab two,” Malcom said, as she pretended to know what she was doing while looking through the selection of fennel bulbs, which looked like alien vegetables, with a white base and several green ‘stems’ growing out of the top. She hadn’t known they were called ‘bulbs’ until she saw the card identifying them as such, and also hadn’t known they smelled faintly like black licorice.
