LIfe Is Strange Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

LIfe Is Strange Ch. 04

... that I understood it. I had made the same kind of connection with Kim and Bob and, to some degree, with Zach. It was a loving connection for sure, but not a deep romantic love. It was wonderful in large part because it didn’t threaten our marriage. It enhanced it. I knew my husband had experienced something wonderful and like me, it had made him appreciate what we have even more. I felt a great weight lifted from me, and truly free for the first time in my life.

I was a bit giddy and couldn’t stop grinning. David noticed right away. “Dawn? Are you okay? You’re acting a little strange.”

I threw my arms around his neck. “I’m fine, Baby. You have no idea how wonderful I feel right now. My fear was holding me down more than I ever realized. It wasn’t until this afternoon that, with your help and the help of some wonderful friends, I got that monkey off my back. I feel liberated, I feel free, and I feel so much love for you!”

He insisted that I relax with another glass of wine. I was so giddy I was shaking when I sat down. I wanted to do something, anything, but sit. I did what he asked, though, and by the time he refilled my glass, I had calmed enough to realize I had been acting a bit manic. (Note from David: When I read this, I told Dawn that manic wasn’t the word I would have used and suggested she change it to ‘like a crazy lady.’ She politely refused and may or may not have illustrated her point with both middle fingers.)

An hour later, Kim, Bob, David, and I ...

... piled into Kim’s car and headed home. Before we left Sherry’s house, we agreed to a girls’ night out on Thursday. Wednesday was already booked. We were having dinner with Zach and Sybil. Friday, we were flying out for our adventure. I had no idea where we were going, but Sherry promised to tell Kim and me during girls’ night. All of that meant we had a lot of shit to do tonight and tomorrow evening to prepare for the trip.

Fortunately, Kim and I had already done our serious shopping. We might have a bit more to do, depending on where we ended up. I was inclined to think somewhere warm. The last thing I wanted to do was haul around a bunch of winter clothes.

Bob

I guess it’s my turn. I’m not much of a writer, so please cut me some slack. It looks like the emotional stuff has been covered, which is good because I would much rather talk about the fun stuff—specifically, dinner with Zach and Sybil.

I expected a quiet dinner at Zach’s place. Instead, we ended up in his restaurant in a downtown high-rise. The view of the cityscape at night was amazing, as was the venue. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been in a place of that caliber. Hell, I can count with one finger, and that’s after we had dinner.

The food had names I couldn’t pronounce; in languages, I had no clue as to their origin, but it tasted wonderful. I tried my first glass of Bordeaux from a five-hundred-dollar bottle. (I cheated and looked it up on the wine list when nobody was watching.) It ...