The blindfolded taste of lust-4
“Ok. You can take it off now” she whispers.
He takes the blindfold off and space suddenly becomes vast and distant. Almost nauseatingly so. She sits next to him on the bed. He’s surprised at finding himself in that room; he had forgotten all about it, he hadn’t really lived that moment there, yet there he is, and there is his wife. Her face is calm and loving. Satisfied, maybe. He is finally seeing her face, he can now recognize her intent.
“So, how was it” she asks softly and frankly.
He really does feel like crying. He doesn’t let himself, though.
“Amazing.” The taste is already becoming pleasant again.
She offers him a glass of water.
“No, it’s good.”
“Do you want to smoke another joint with me?”
They sit in bed and smoke it silently. It’s nice, full of understanding.
“Who were they?” he asks.
“Men.”
“From work?”
“Shhh. Just men.”
Right then, he did cry. He pulled her up and kissed her. And he cried. He never noticed the camcorder on the drawer. She had held the camcorder the whole time, had recorded it all on film. She thought about telling him about it that night, but when he hopped in the shower, she took it and put it back in the computer room. She would show him another time. He would be the stuff of fantasies, for himself and the two men. She’ll give them a copy, if they want one.
