Creating character with unattributed dialogue is one of my favorite exercises. Shock generates emotions that easily differentiate. – Malinov

by Lord Malinov

“I ran into Curtis the other day.”

“Curtis. How is he?”

“Doing well. Married. He asked me to sleep with his wife.”

“That was out of the blue.”

“Exactly. One minute we’re discussing mortgages and the next he blurts out that he’d like me to come over and fuck his wife.”

“Did you?”

“No. It tripped me out.”

“Is she a looker?”

“Oh yeah. Here I can show you. Curtis sent me some pics.”

“She’s married to Curtis?”

“I know, right?”

“What’s the context?”


“How did he want you to fuck his wife?”

“I don’t get you.”

“Well, where’s he when the fucking happens?”

“We didn’t go into the details.”

“He could be going away on business and you could be comforting her. He could be in the next room, yanking it while listening. Sitting in a chair, watching. Holding her hand, Doing her. Holding your hand. Crying. It’s all about context.”

“I’ve never thought about it. I never imagined guys wanting their wives fucked.”

“it’s probably not that common but among seven billion humans, everything happens lots.”

“Have you ever done it?”

“Yeah. More than once.”

“It seems weird.”

“Sex is weird. People get off to weird things, some weirder than others. There’s lots of objectification and role playing. Part of sex is about getting what you want by being who you can, a compromise of fantasies.”

“How do you know?”

“You try to get some sense of the expectations and see if you can fit the scene in a way that works for you. A husband can be no factor, no deterrent, an enhancement or a total bar.”


“Find out if Curtis is bisexual. That makes a difference, to some.

“Yeah, I should have asked more questions.”

“He wouldn’t have had to ask me twice. Do you have Curtis’ number?”

“Fuck off.”

“Just asking. I think I have it.”

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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