What Does He Want?

"Holy shit, Noel," you gasped seeing what you wife was wearing to the dinner the two of you were having at your the home of your boss.

"What? Isn't it cute?" she asked.

"It's cute...shit, Noel, I...he..."

"I thought you said to wear something cute," she said, "I thought you said he appreciates a pretty girl."

"He...he does, but that's...I mean...that's like...i know him, he...he'll think...he'll think that..."

"What?"

"He'll think that..."

"That my husband fantasizes about me sleeping with a real man?"

"Noel!" you exclaimed, "what the hell?"

"He'll think you're not confident in bed? That you know go too quick? That you fantasize about a real man satisfying me."

"Fuck, Noel, I mean, what the fuck?"

"You think he'll see me and think you're offering me to him?"

"Noel!"

"Isn't that what all that porn you have hidden on your computer is about?"

Suddenly the room was spinning. "No...Noel..."

"Isn't that what all those stories are about? Isn't that what you fantasize about?"

"Noel," you said, voice weak.

"All I have to do is flirt a little, right? Let him know I'm available? Let him know he can have me if he wants me."

"Noel, he...you don't know him, he'll...he'll..."

"Take what's being offered? Do you want me to change? Do you want me to put on something different? Or do you want to see what happens?"

You looked down, face red, whispered.

"What?" she asked.

"See...see what happens," you mumbled.

"You mean that?"

"Y...yes," you whispered.

"Because if I wear this, if I flirt, if he wants me, he's going to have me."

"I...I know," you said, "I know."