Kelly snorted. “You definitely sleep like a woman who’s never had kids.”

“I’m not sure what to do,” I confessed, standing up and putting my bag into the locker.

“Well, I know what I would have done.” Kelly winked as she stuffed her own back into a locker.

“What?”

“I would have rolled over and helped him, dummy!” She laughed and poked me in the shoulder.

I knew Kelly probably would have-but I had always been jealous of her sex life, ever since we started sharing details about our husbands. Chris was all about sharing fantasies with her, telling her what he wanted. She had told me about lots of times when she had dressed up for him, revealing different sexual things they had done that we hadn’t even thought about. Ok, maybe I’d thought about them-and apparently, John had, too-we just hadn’t ever talked about them.

“I thought about it.” I remembered the slick sound of his hand stroking his cock, how exciting it had been to hear him. “But I was afraid-”

“Of what?” She sat down on the bench.

“I guess I was afraid of scaring him off or something.” I shrugged. “I mean, it’s been three years, and he hasn’t ever told me anything, Kel. Not one little fantasy. He wouldn’t even admit he ever jerked-off! Maybe this way, I can actually find out what he’s thinking.”

Kelly raised her eyebrows. “What are you thinking about doing, Tara?” I remembered the sound of John’s hand on his cock, how excited it made me to listen to him, to hear his fantasies.

“I’m going to wait for him to make a phone call.”

* * * *

Kelly kept complaining about my pushing our morning gym date back. I couldn’t help it. I stayed up until one or two in the morning and slept in later and later. I knew I was lucky to have the free time I did. John worked hard, and his business was very successful. I was grateful that I could do my freelance work from home and not worry about it being a primary source of income. I should have been incredibly happy.