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“Katherine and I were lovers for a couple of years during university,” Connor said. “We became very good friends, so I guess you could say I love her as a friend.”
A couple of years? She’d told me about several guys she’d been with in university, but none of them had sounded serious.
“I flirted with the idea getting together, but by that time you two were living together, and it was clear that she loved you,” Connor continued. “Katherine always was wise beyond her years in some ways even then. Once she realized the attraction to me was purely sexual, she sent me packing.”
I took another gulp of my drink. Was this the truth? Or had she been sleeping with him all along?
“So you been screwing her all this time? Is that what you’re telling me?” I felt my throat close over the words, but kept my gaze steadily on his. I refused to let him see how upset I was getting.
“No, not at all. We ran into each other a month or so ago at a conference, and that’s the first time we’d seen each other since second year university.”
I thought I could see compassion with a touch of humor in his eyes. Damn him! It was a difficult realization that I was actually starting to like him. We took another pause to nibble and let Stewart refresh our drinks.
“Well we’re here to discuss my proposal,” I said , “not to rehash ancient history. First let me apologize if I get into too much detail about the terms of my proposal. We academics can get carried away sometimes.”
“Go ahead; I’m intrigued. So, what’s the proposal?”
“Katherine seems to feel that she’ll need to see you from time to time to explore this dominance thing you two have happening. The only way I can let that go on is if I’m involved somehow.”
Connor’s eyebrow shot toward the ceiling, but he stayed silent.
“I’m a bit of a voyeur; it’s just something that interests me. Truth be told, I’ve always fantasized about seeing Katherine with someone else. I’m thinking that somehow I could be involved and see that happen.”
“I’m a lot of a voyeur,” Connor said, “and I’ve always dreamed of seeing someone fuck my wife, and I’m not certain how I’d handle it. I’ve just met you and already I have my doubts, Tim. Reality is not the same at all as fantasy.”
“Well you’re not me, are you. What I do know is that Katherine will walk away from you if I give the word, and the only way I can allow this to continue is if I’m a part of it somehow.”
Connor took a sip of what looked like scotch on the rocks while never taking his eyes off of me.
“I’m not into men,” he said coldly, “so you’ll have to make that little fantasy come true with someone else.”
“I’m not into men either, not even a little. This isn’t about me, it’s about Katherine.”
“Is Katherine aware of what you’re asking?”
“No, and I’ll be the one to tell her in my own good time.”
Connor took another drink and said nothing. Although it was probably only a couple of minutes, it felt more like ten. I ate some more of the appetizer to keep from squirming under his steady gaze while he calmly took another drink.
When I couldn’t stand it anymore I said, “Well?”
“Maybe. Let me give it some thought and get back to you. What’s your cell number?”
“I’m from the old school and I don’t really use my cell. It’s best to get a hold of me at the office.”
I took out one of my business cards and slid it across the table to him. As if by magic, Stewart materialized with the bill and handed it to Connor. I started to take out my wallet, but Connor gestured for me to put it away. He signed the chit and stood with his hand outstretched.
“It was nice meeting you, Tim. I’ll be in touch.” And with that he walked away.
Unexpectedly, I had a hard on, and not just of the semi-erect variety. I was almost rupturing the zipper of my jeans, and it was damned painful. As much as I tried to reflect on the conversation with Connor, my next coherent thought was my recognition that I was imagining Katherine writhing under Connor as he rode her hard and slow. I wanted her, and I wanted her badly. To hell with the rest of it; we’d figure it out.
If you were Connor, would you accept the proposal?
I would really have to give that some thought. If it was the only way to help my friend and her spouse I just may.