As the final in public sex credits are rolling, I look over and see you with your head in your hands.
You thought you were so damn clever, slipping "Trois" in the DVD player for our afternoon in public sex movie.
You have been after me in public sex now for a while to try a little menage a trois.
I told you I thought it was a bad idea.
Any freaky thing we want to do we can do in public sex with just us two.
You thought showing me the movie would help.
One of the boys down at the barber shot had told you how hot the sex scene was so you thought it might sway my opinion.
Little did he tell you how the rest of the movie went.
I am chuckling a little, because I know what is going through your head, as I start to straighten up the living room.
I am waiting for you to say something, anything, so I can crack ya face about this.
By the time in public sex the last music goes off, you are still sitting there, semicomatose, so in public sex I figure you are really bothered by what we just saw.
Trying to keep the amusement out of my voice I remind you that we have a dinner engagement and if you don hurry to get showered and dressed, we are going to be late.
Head hung down, lip poked all the way out, you shuffle your letdown self to the bathroom for a shower and shave.
I am so tickled by how badly things went for the couple in the movie that I start to hum to myself.
I know that now there is no way that you are going to try to make me do menage anything.
By the time we make it to dinner, the other couple, David and Lisa, have already ordered drinks.
