Chapter 3, The Dating Doctor Diaries -  L.A. Tripp
 
“Do you really think we should do this?” My wife, the love of my life, was sitting on the edge of our bed, shaking with sobs.

“I have no doubt we should,” I said, holding her.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll enjoy someone else and want him more, or that I’ll fall for someone else?”

“Nope. I trust you. I do have one request, though,” I said.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“I want to be inside you again right after the other guy. I don’t want you to sleep through the night after having sex with another man, without me having been inside you.”

Sounds strange, I know, but that was my request.

“OK,” she agreed.

All right, enough of that. Let’s jump forward to the first official experience.

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I lay on my back and turned my head sideways to look at my wife, who was also lying on her back. Her eyes were slightly hazed over, which was a good sign.

“He sucked.”

OK, maybe not such a good sign.

“Funny, you made a slight moan when he entered you,” I said.

“That was the thrill of having the first dick in me that wasn’t yours.”

The other couple had already walked outside to smoke. We joined them, but didn’t smoke.

“How did everybody like it?” I asked, watching J, the male, and T, the female of the other couple. “Is this something we’d all like to do again?” I was thinking yes, for my part, because some of it was fun.

“Yes,” T said without hesitation.

J took a puff off his cigarette and blew the smoke out of his lungs. “Yeah, I guess so.”

As I drove us home after a nap, Sheri filled me in on something.

“J talked to me, asked me if everything was OK,” she said.

“As in?” I asked

“He asked me if he did something wrong.”

I was silent, listening. I turned and looked at her briefly.

“He asked me if I came and if he did anything wrong, since I didn’t talk or seem to enjoy it,” Sheri said.

“And you said?”

“I told him everything was fine. I couldn’t tell him he sucked.”

“OK,” I said.

“It was pretty obvious T enjoyed herself. I heard her loud and clear, moaning, enjoying you. So I know he heard her, too,” Sheri said.

“So he’s jealous, insecure,” I said.

“Guess so.”

Incidentally, remember that one request of mine? When I brought it to Sheri’s attention, her response was simply, “I’m sorry.”

This is the type of scenario that makes men believe that women are inherently liars. I know that’s hard to stomach, but it’s also where the average guy stands. At times, it’s even where some playboys stand. And yes, the same can be said about men. This is why this book is important. I’ll shoot straight with you. Once you take this message as a whole, it will show both sexes how to love the other sex.

By the way, ladies, guys want to believe that every word that comes out of your mouth is true. Remember that. Guys want to believe you are the most precious woman in the world.

Time to take another small jump forward.

“We can do singles as well, but for every guy, I want a girl. Keep the balance.” That was my deal with my wife, since several guys were trying to get with her.

“That works for me.”

Sheri did enjoy playing with another girl. Of course, the other girl would have to be attractive. All the better for me.

There was just one catch: my wife was too shy to bring other ladies in on her own.

The guys, of course, hit on her. The ladies would, on occasion, but most ladies are too timid. Society teaches them to be that way, and my wife is no different.

So, it was left up to me to bring another girl to us. That’s OK, except for a few drawbacks.

“What drawbacks? Wouldn’t that be a dream?” you ask.

Sure, let’s see how easy it really is for the average guy with average game to go out and pick up a hot girl and, that same night, bring her back home to his wife, waiting in bed.

You see, I was that average guy.

This is where I stepped in to the world of . . . The Pick Up Artist.




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