Lara ignored that.She has a point, but I don’t want to admit it. Classic. “What do I do, though? I can’t ask her if she’s cheating on me.”
“Obviously. But you need to do something before you destroy your marriage over something as stupid as thinking your spouse is cheating on you – when she’s not. I still don’t believe it for a second. Normally, I’ll go along with a girl’s suspicions, but Kennedy?Kennedy?This is the idiot who would erect a Taj Mahal for you should you die right now.”
“Look, I’m not debating whether she loves me.” Lara leaned against their table, the rabble of other patrons in their sunny café nearly drowning out her words. “The woman could be superin love with me, but still keeping a side piece. You know how dumb people can be. Even Kennedy could fall victim to her crotch doing all the talking.”
“Sheesh. And here I thought you had more respect for your her…”
“I don’t wanna hear it.”
“Hey, I’m a neutral party in this case. I’m not gonna be Team Lara without any proof. You’ve got one woman’s shifty account, your maid reading your partner’s stationery, and their private conversations that sound suspiciously like flirting. I’m sorry for what you’re feeling, Lara, but that’s not enough. You need to either split or step up. Before you do something dumb.”
“You make it sound like me doing something ‘dumb’ is a given.”
For some reason, Elle ignored that. “What are you two doing tonight? You wouldn’t come into town solely to meet me. You two must be up to something this fine Friday night.”
“We’re having dinner at six and then going to Midnight.”
“Oh, fun. Wish I could join you, but I’ve got a business dinner that will last all night. Then I’m going to bed. I’m too old for the party life you and Kennedy still have.”
“I’d hardly call it that.”
“What are you doing at the club?”
Lara shrugged. “Not performing, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Oh, it is.” Elle chuckled. “If you were, I may have to cancel and ask that you two hold off until 10:30 for me to get my ass there to watch.”
“Pervert.”
“I do my best.” Elle lowered her voice. “Going to that club could be your opportunity to really see how she feels about you. Confirm some suspicions or not. I mean, it depends on what you’re up to doing.”
“We’ll see.” Lara had to chuckle as well. “You know, it’s been over a month since I last called my cousin the lawyer. You’d think I’d be blowing his phone up right now.”
Elle cocked her head to the side. “Then that means deep down you think this marriage is worth saving. Even if you’re saving it from yourself.”
Sometimes, Elle could be an ass, but she was often right.
The club was unsurprisingly busy that Friday night. It was always busy on Friday nights, much to Lara’s delight.
People flirting. People fucking. People flirting and fucking at the same time. She knew she was with her kind when she stumbled upon someone getting fingered whilst trying to pick up another couple for some swinging later.
“Have we played with them before?” Kennedy asked, hand wrapped around Lara’s as they searched for a couch to sit on. “She looks familiar.”
“Please, Kennedy.” Lara put her free hand on her spouse’s shoulder. “July. I ate them out, you ate me out…”
“Ah. Right. I barely recognize them because I spent most of that night staring at your pussy.”
“As you should.”Mine above all else. “If we’re not careful, though, this club will get stale. Needs more fresh blood around our age.” No fun playing with college kids who managed to find their way there. The occasional single was fine, even fun, but couples were so far up their own asses that neither Lara nor Kennedy could screw them if they wanted.Rude. They’re rude.
“There’s nothing wrong with repeat lovers, Lara.”
They finally found a couch, recently vacated by a couple who were probably way too frisky for most people to deal with. Theylooked like they were headed to a private room, and it didn’t take long for a club attendant to come by, clean up the glasses and beer bottles, and quickly wipe down the couch.Delicious!
“What do you want, Lara?” Kennedy was already ordering drinks before the attendant could get away. “Should I get your usual cosmo?”
“I’ll have some wine, actually. I don’t want anything too hard.”
After Kennedy ordered their drinks, she sank back into the couch and wrapped her arm around her wife’s shoulders. “Never a dull night in this place, huh? I’ve seen four pairs of tits already.”
