urges, too.”
Danny said, “Dad. C’mon. Do we really have to do this?”
Jim said, “Just let me finish, then it’s over. Now, like I said, your mom and I aren’t trying to convince you start having sex or anything. We’re not doing that at all. But if you do get to a point where you think you’re going to do it, we’d rather have you doing it in our house, where it’s safe, than in some parking lot or something. And please just use those every time if you start doing it, okay?”
Danny said, “Okay.” Then he took out his phone and sent Brooke a text message that read, “My dad just gave me condoms,” to which she sent a text message that read, “Gross,” to which Danny sent a text message that read, “I know.” Despite their text messages, both Danny and Brooke began to think about actually having sex with one another in a more concrete way than they had previously. Brooke had certainly thought about it more than she would have admitted to anyone, but the act of performing fellatio on Danny had made her more than apprehensive about attempting anything sexual again. She felt like she had taken an important first step and had attained what she felt was the highest echelon of sexual experience of any of her peers, and she was comfortable with remaining at that level of progression for the immediate future. But with Danny’s father essentially giving them his blessing, she began to think about the exact scenario in which she might lose her virginity to Danny—about the fact that, if she were to have sexual intercourse, she would be on an even higher echelon of sexual experience, one that she alone occupied, sharing nothing with Hannah Clint, being above Hannah Clint, better than Hannah Clint.
Danny, too, was comfortable with their level of sexual activity—even slightly uncomfortable with it—after having received oral sex from Brooke. He was almost certain that he didn’t actually want to have sex at this point in his life. He enjoyed the oral sex that Brooke had performed on him, but he was made uncomfortable by it at the same time. He wasn’t fully ready for it when she did it, and he wasn’t certain that he would be ready for it a second time. But now, with his father essentially giving him a free pass to have sex in his own home with a free supply of condoms, he began to imagine having sex with Brooke in his bed or in his shower.
Danny sent another text to Brooke that read, “What shud I do w/them?” to which she sent a text message that read, “Idk keep them I guess, in case.”
chapter
seven
A fter dropping her son, Chris, off at school, Rachel Truby continued on to work. She found Monday mornings to be soothing. Her weekends at home with her family had become increasingly uncomfortable for her. The excuse she used most in order to avoid having any kind of sexual contact with her husband, Don, was that her activities during a standard day of work left her too exhausted to entertain the idea of anything outside of a warm bath and sleep when she got home. But this excuse never carried her through the course of an entire weekend.
As the curiosity about why she had come to feel this way began to drift away, her mind began to focus on the various tasks she knew would be awaiting her at the collections agency, and the Howard Stern radio show, which her husband had installed a Sirius satellite radio in the car specifically to listen to, went to commercial.
The commercial was for AshleyMadison.com, a website designed to help people who were in monogamous relationships, including marriage, find partners with whom they could engage in affairs. Despite Rachel’s waning desire to engage in any kind of sexual activity with her husband, she had never entertained the idea of seeking a sexual relationship outside of her marriage. Somehow, knowing that it could potentially be as simple as filling out a profile on a website changed that. She began to think of the logistics involved in engaging in
Danny said, “Dad. C’mon. Do we really have to do this?”
Jim said, “Just let me finish, then it’s over. Now, like I said, your mom and I aren’t trying to convince you start having sex or anything. We’re not doing that at all. But if you do get to a point where you think you’re going to do it, we’d rather have you doing it in our house, where it’s safe, than in some parking lot or something. And please just use those every time if you start doing it, okay?”
Danny said, “Okay.” Then he took out his phone and sent Brooke a text message that read, “My dad just gave me condoms,” to which she sent a text message that read, “Gross,” to which Danny sent a text message that read, “I know.” Despite their text messages, both Danny and Brooke began to think about actually having sex with one another in a more concrete way than they had previously. Brooke had certainly thought about it more than she would have admitted to anyone, but the act of performing fellatio on Danny had made her more than apprehensive about attempting anything sexual again. She felt like she had taken an important first step and had attained what she felt was the highest echelon of sexual experience of any of her peers, and she was comfortable with remaining at that level of progression for the immediate future. But with Danny’s father essentially giving them his blessing, she began to think about the exact scenario in which she might lose her virginity to Danny—about the fact that, if she were to have sexual intercourse, she would be on an even higher echelon of sexual experience, one that she alone occupied, sharing nothing with Hannah Clint, being above Hannah Clint, better than Hannah Clint.
Danny, too, was comfortable with their level of sexual activity—even slightly uncomfortable with it—after having received oral sex from Brooke. He was almost certain that he didn’t actually want to have sex at this point in his life. He enjoyed the oral sex that Brooke had performed on him, but he was made uncomfortable by it at the same time. He wasn’t fully ready for it when she did it, and he wasn’t certain that he would be ready for it a second time. But now, with his father essentially giving him a free pass to have sex in his own home with a free supply of condoms, he began to imagine having sex with Brooke in his bed or in his shower.
Danny sent another text to Brooke that read, “What shud I do w/them?” to which she sent a text message that read, “Idk keep them I guess, in case.”
chapter
seven
A fter dropping her son, Chris, off at school, Rachel Truby continued on to work. She found Monday mornings to be soothing. Her weekends at home with her family had become increasingly uncomfortable for her. The excuse she used most in order to avoid having any kind of sexual contact with her husband, Don, was that her activities during a standard day of work left her too exhausted to entertain the idea of anything outside of a warm bath and sleep when she got home. But this excuse never carried her through the course of an entire weekend.
As the curiosity about why she had come to feel this way began to drift away, her mind began to focus on the various tasks she knew would be awaiting her at the collections agency, and the Howard Stern radio show, which her husband had installed a Sirius satellite radio in the car specifically to listen to, went to commercial.
The commercial was for AshleyMadison.com, a website designed to help people who were in monogamous relationships, including marriage, find partners with whom they could engage in affairs. Despite Rachel’s waning desire to engage in any kind of sexual activity with her husband, she had never entertained the idea of seeking a sexual relationship outside of her marriage. Somehow, knowing that it could potentially be as simple as filling out a profile on a website changed that. She began to think of the logistics involved in engaging in
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