The Fantasy and Toy Story
Greg had been fantasizing about different women a lot more. He would fantasize about a colleague, a woman at the grocery store, a woman in the car behind him in traffic, a woman at the gym. In his head one of these women could not resist his invitation to join him and his wife. The only hitch as if it were the only hitch was his wife agreeing.
After some internal deliberation about the pros and cons and what his wife’s reaction might be, Greg decided to just go for it. Well not pick up a woman and show up at home like he was bringing take-out for dinner, but ask his wife how she would feel about a threesome. He already knew how he would pitch it. He’d approach it by saying it was for her.
“Honey, you know, you've always been curious.”
“You know I've always been curious? Really Greg is that what you came up with?” asked Sarah.
“Well, it’s not a big deal. People do it all the time. I could cheat, but I don’t." replied Greg.
“And thank you for doing the minimum and what is completely expected of someone in a marriage!” screamed Sarah.
The next day Sarah didn't speak to Greg. He went to work without the usual good-bye kiss. His back was stiff from sleeping on the couch. At lunch he met up with his best friend Jessie.
“You asked Sarah for what?!” asked Jessie half chuckling. “Are you a complete idiot? Sarah would never go for something like that.”
“Well, I just thought.” replied Greg.
“You thought nothing. A threesome is like Toy Story.”
“What?”
“Toy Story. You’re happy playing with your regular toy but then you bring a new toy to the mix and that’s what you pay attention to because it’s the new toy! You’re like Andy and Sarah is your Woody.” Jessie smirks. “And he’s your best toy. You love Woody. Woody has been with you through thick and thin. Now here comes Buzz also known as the three in the some. You want to push her hot new buttons instead of pulling Woody’s string because frankly you've pulled Woody’s string for years. Woody is there on the corner of the bed wondering why you haven’t looked at her the way you're looking at Buzz now.”
“You really have a fucked up way of thinking. I can see it, but you've messed up Toy Story for me.”
"Buzz ends up with Jessie anyway," she winks.
The cubicle jockey job is only a cover. Writer of poems, observations, and short stories.
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