The Summer House: A Wife Sharing Tale by Jason Lenov

Author:Jason Lenov
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3, epub
Publisher: Thirteenth Line Publications
Published: 2016-06-27T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The same sort of nervous energy I'd felt when the two of them left and Viktor had said his girlfriend wasn't there sizzled through me as I watched Valerya pour to shots of vodka into shot glasses. She was a classy girl but she'd learned to drink from her father and this was how it was done. I was, for my part, a lightweight, but I'd learned to take at least two before I started to slur.

We slammed the first one back and immediately the room started to move a little along with the hot burn that seared down into my belly.

"Okay," she said, sitting down at the kitchen table and folding her hands in her lap. "You're not serious. Right?"

I sighed and walked over and sat down, too. I looked into her eyes and tried to look deep into myself but everything was confusing and not as clear as it had been at Viktor's place. When I focused back on her, I thought of how beautiful she looked. How could I have ignored that beauty for so long? I knew that it was this, the fear of her cheating and then the thought of her doing it with Viktor that had made me start paying attention to her again. It just felt like the right thing to do.

"I think you mean serious about..." I began but she interrupted.

"I mean serious about seeing me with Porchenko? I mean, you are serious because it's a fantasy but you're not seriously serious? It's only in your head, right?"

I leaned back in my chair and tried to hide the effect the alcohol was having on me. I knew she wouldn't take anything seriously that I said if she thought I was drunk.

"Would you ever do it?" I asked.

"No," came the immediate reply.

"Why not?"

"Because we're married. That's why."

"Even if I asked you?"

"Why would you ask me something like that? I'm your wife." She was dead serious, not a hint of humor in her expression. No sign that she would go anywhere near this in real life.

"Yeah, I know," I said, suddenly feeling braver for the booze, "that's why I'm asking. Aren't you supposed to try and make your husband happy?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Isn't that what you're supposed to do to?" she asked.

"I'm trying my best. That's why we're here. You always said you wanted this."

Her expression softened at the realization that I had a point.

"You always wanted a summer house in the woods, right?" I pressed, not wanting to give up the advantage.

"Yes..."

"So what if this is something I always wanted, I just didn't know about?"

"What if what is?"

"Seeing you with another man."

Her mouth opened slightly right after I'd said it, like she couldn't believe I had. Her eyes darted around my face, watching to see if I was starting to smile or if this were some big joke. I kept my expression deadpan.

"You are serious," she whispered.

In that moment, I felt like something changed. I felt like I suddenly had her where I hadn't before.

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