C2 Horny words of a sex starved wife (2)

"You- don't- tell- strangers- your- name?"

He asked, dragging the words together in a comically induced way.

I tried so hard to keep my laughter from coming out because it was one of the silliest ways to ask a lady for her name that I've ever heard of in all my thirty-five years of existence.

"I do" I chuckled.

He kept a straight face. I suddenly thought he was more handsome when his face was expressionless.

"But why should I tell a stranger my name?”

He was mute, but for a while, probably thinking of the right words to say.

“Anyway. You have to give out your name to this stranger because he already knows you more than you know yourself” he winked.

I stared at him in utter confusion.

“You need to see how gorgeous you look in your confused state” he smiled, pointing his glass at me, then took it back to his lips, sipped a bit and returned it back to the table. He was sipping his water before the wine order comes in.

“Anyways, this stranger already knows that you're scared of getting drunk because you can't drive home. This stranger already knows that you're probably out there all alone because your man has probably broken your heart hence you trying to find a masturbating toy to get online and-

I quickly cut him off. I suddenly turned red from embarrassment. “How on earth was he able to see through my phone?” I covered my mouth, trying to suppress the laughter that was building up.

“I can go on and on to give you reasons why i should have your number” he pulled his chair back, his hand crossed over to his side as he started shaking his legs, smiling, while staring at me.

I tried to talk but I was shy. I couldn't look at him in the face again.

“My name is Judith. You can call me Judith” I finally summoned courage and spoke.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful shy girl caught in the act, lady," he complimented.

It was an obsolete line to use on a lady, but I remained mute, not wanting to act weird so as not to hurt his ego.

"Do you mind if I call you Ju?" He asked, just before I could say a 'thank you' to his compliment.

Ju was actually the name Judith was substituted for.

"Yes you can, only if it is convenient for you then I really don't mind" I replied.

He smiled again.

The waitress has already returned to the table with the bottle of wine.

She placed them on the table, helping to uncork the bottle and then offering to pour some of its content into the glass cup she had provided.

I watched them with keen interest. I wasn't interested in whatever it was that I was going through with my phone again.

The sex toys could wait. I watched as he drank the first pour amicably, then gulped down the last residue of the glass cup after some time, then he belched lightly into the napkin that was provided.

"Spanish wine has more stronger nutrients than any other brand of wine in the whole wide world" he began, taking his time to wipe his mouth.

Maybe he loved the fact that I was really impressed looking at how he drinks; I love men that drink. I really do love men that drink moderately and are able to control their wine appetite.

"I can consume more than a bottle of this brand of Spanish wine without getting tipsy or feeling intoxicated after more bottles," he continued, smiling.

I really hoped he wasn't telling me a lie. I only chuckled at his endless speech of self-appraisal.

"So, my lady Ju, do you come here more often?"

"Not really; I rarely do, just on a few occasions like this when I'm bored and feeling all alone at home, that I always do come here and spend leisure time." I pinched myself almost immediately for talking too much for a simple question, which I had given a lie.

"So am I permitted to ask if you rarely go out on a date?"

I smiled and nodded sideways.

"Okay, I guess she's an introvert then?"

"You can say that actually because most times I do marvel at my own self."

"How?" He asked, obviously intrigued by the revelation that I just made.

I was sure he wanted to hear more from me and heaven and earth knew that I wasn't ready to discuss my boring private life to anybody, not even to this handsome stranger whom I just met barely an hour ago.

I really don't welcome the idea of revealing my weird self to anyone.

I really do enjoy my own company or that of my two daughters since my husband was rarely at home, and I was the least human being to want to associate unduly with people.

Was I single? No, I wasn't. I'm married to the most caring man any lady would ever pray for, wish for, and obviously hope for, even though he was denying me access to his dick and my libido was relatively high. I once read that when a woman gets older, her sexual libido increases, and maybe I was experiencing that. I couldn't tell.

All I knew was that I could count the number of times I have had sex with my husband.

But do I ever wish to be in a relationship or think about one outside my marriage?

No! Definitely not. Not because of my terrible experience with my ex-boyfriend, Andrew, but because I was more comfortable being on my own and enjoying my own personal company than thinking of another doing what Andrew had done to me, even though I had no right to be angry because I was married.

Do I still miss Andrew?

Yes. So much.

But do I still want to be with him?

Definitely not! My brain wasn't the size of a pea for me to want to go back to him or have anything to do with him again after three years of dating.

Three horrible, bad, ugly, and worst years of being with him, and I still ran to him when the going was tough for me in marriage.

Thinking I’d find solace in his arms and peace in his dick, but his physical abusive traits haven't changed. Thank goodness my husband didn't get to see the scar on my left eye after I came back from my nightstand with him. (He wouldn't see it anyway. He was rarely at home, even when he was; he wouldn't touch me.

I had asked him who was calling him late at night, and he replied with his fist, reminding me that I was married to another and shouldn't interfere in anything that has to do with who he calls, who calls him.

I just knew I was still jealous of another woman having him.