My Fishing Buddy (a Fantasy) (Chapt. 2)
My Fishing Buddy (Chapt. 2)
June 10, 2025:
"Honey, listen, before you go fishing, there's just something I need to tell you."
"Yeah, what's up?" I asked, thinking my wife was going to tell me to take the garbage out or check on our insurance cards.
"So ... wow, this is difficult ... " she stalled. "Mark came by yesterday and we had a talk."
"Yeah ... and ... you said you wanted him to ask you out in person so you could tell him No! and give him what for."
"Yeah, well ... that's not exactly how the conversation went," she began explaining, "See ... he started telling me that he needs someone like me to help him be better on a date. Like a dating tutor. He actually said he wanted to meet someone beautiful, smart and sexy like me and I could help him do better if he ever met someone like me. But ... that's not the point..."
I interrupted her, "That's NOT why he is trying to date you. It's not a practice date! He wants to get busy with you!"
"Yes! Exactly. That's exactly what I said to him. I called him on it. I said, 'Just be honest, you're trying to get busy with me, aren't you?'"
"Yeah, he is!"
"Right, and so he actually confessed that he does have a crush on me and he would jump at the chance to get close to me and make out or ... other stuff, if that opportunity ever arose."
"Uh ... why are we having this conversation? What did you tell him?"
"Well, actually, it's not so much about what I told him. It's what he told me," she came up closer to me and put her arms around my neck. "He told me to remind you, first and foremost, that I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you," she put on her best doe eyes and pressed her cheek against mine. I was in heaven. It had been a while since I had felt her soft warm cheek against mine.
"What's going on here?" I asked
"He told me to tell you that everything is going to be just fine and that I want to be with you forever."
I felt warm and fuzzy and butterflies in my stomach. It was like the first time we met. But I had to ask further, "What did you tell him?"
"I wanted to say no to him, but," she paused, "Well, he also told me to tell you that we're going to make this fun for you. He knows what you really want and we're going to make this very fun for you."
"Are you telling me you're going on a date with my fishing buddy, Mark? He's like the only friend I have in this state. And you're going to date him? You're my wife ... are you trying to break up with me?"
"No! Honey, of course not," she hugged me tighter, "We're going to stay together forever. I love you. But yeah, Mark and I are going to start dating."
I stared blankly at her, not knowing what emotion to feel.
She kissed my lips passionately and repeated to me, "He said that this is what you secretly wanted. And that we would make if fun for you."
"This is what I wanted? What does that mean? And how is this going to be fun for me?"
"I didn't understand it either, but ... well ... gosh he's REALLY a good talker."
"Yeah ... a good talker ... he could talk the pant off of anyone. Maybe he just did."
"Doh!" she said with a laugh, reaching down between her legs, "Oh no, I think you just got me a little wet there."
Her hand brushed against my penis.
"Honey, what's that? Are you hard right now?"
"Yes," I answered somewhat annoyed by the betrayal of my penis. "Yes, I'm hard and I don't understand why."
"See ... that's the thing I don't understand either," she continued, "He said this conversation would make your penis hard. And he also said to call yours a penis from now on -- never a cock. He said your penis would get hard when I told you we would start dating and if I didn't believe him, I should check. So I did. And he was right. Your penis is hard. Why was he right about that? How did he know your penis would be hard as a rock right now?"
Just then Mark pulled up in his truck and honked the horn.
My wife put her hands on my face and said, "Honey, you have fun fishing with Mark, ok? Don't worry, this will be fun for you.
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