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My only goal that day was to give Mike’s Dad a boner.”
“Which day?” Troy, my husband, plows some fries through a mound of ketchup.
This is our first date night in a long while, our kids are at Troy’s sister’s house, and here we sit at a quiet booth in the back of a new restaurant that we’ve been dying to try.
After coordinating soccer practices, school recitals, our working schedules, and other mundane crap, we turn to our favorite conversation topic — our sexual fantasies. Most of the time we would get so worked up that we end up fucking in the parking lot.
“At the Stevensons’ end of summer pool party.” I wait for my husband to make the connection.
“Okay?” Troy says, biting into his cheeseburger, still searching his memory banks.
“The one where you proposed to me,” I say, popping his thought bubble.
“Oh, damn,” Troy replies with burger juices dribbling out the corner of his mouth, “you and Big Jim’s Big Dick?”
Okay, let me fill in a few more blanks. Mr. Jimmy is the dad of my husband’s best friend, Mike. He is the owner of a successful construction business although he probably spends more time on the golf course. He is a big wig member on the church council.
I smile at my husband, pushing my curls behind my ear, and nodding my head yes.
My husband smiles at me for a beat, searching for some witty quip, then settles on…
“The Big Bald Bastard!”
Yes, Mr. Jimmy is as bald as a baby’s bottom, but what he lacks in hair he makes up with broad shoulders, a manly beard, and boyish charm. You might even consider him a prime choice cut of DILF beef.
“Mike’s mom would constantly tell us how you were Mr. Jimmy’s type, so it couldn’t have been that hard.” Troy takes a bite of his pickle spear, “Get it that hard?”
“I thought that my tightest swimsuit from slay my lingerie would be key to my winning strategy.”
“Oh I remember the one.” Troy pushes his empty plate to the side, leaning forward. “That’s cheating.”