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Alex

“She had how many??” I ask, my eyes widening in disbelief.

“Three. Three guys, one in each hole,” Ruby replis nonchalantly as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“Like mouth, pussy-” I trail off, trying to comprehend.

“Yup, and butt hole,” she confirms, nodding her head for emphasis.

“Holy shit! How? I’m trying to picture it,” I lean forward in my chair.

“Here, let me draw you a picture,” she offers, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from the table. She's hunched over, brow furrowed in concentration as she sketched.

We are all sitting on the patio at our favourite café. Screw the bar, we all hate wine, and we’re too damn tired for shots and cocktails.

The afternoon sun casts a warm glow over us, making the metal chairs and table slightly warm to the touch. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint scent of blooming flowers from the garden nearby. Laughter erupts around the table.

“See, see!” Ruby points at the drawing, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Wait a God damn minute, why is your drawing of a girl with her legs in the air? Is she a part-time acrobat now? Are you telling me that two guys can enter from that direction and not bump into each other?” I ask, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Hahaha, they probably like the rubbing, the feeling...” Kim chimes in, chuckling and wiping a tear from her eye.

“I wish I could bend like that. You know how much easier it would be?” Ruby signs, her face lighting up with the idea.

“You should come to yoga with us,” I suggest, looking at Ruby earnestly.

“Fuck yoga. You guys and those weird positions, I’m not sure how you don’t let one rip in the middle of the class, with all that stretching and movement.”

The group dissolves into another fit of laughter. The waitstaff, familiar with our antics, smiles as they pass by. This is our space, our little corner of the world where we can be ourselves, no matter how crazy the discussion gets.

So If you haven’t guessed it, we’re a bunch of almost 40-year-old women, talking about our latest, well at least to us, read: smut…and lots of it. Now, we don’t live under a rock, don’t get us wrong. But when one of us discovered it…we just had to share it with the others.

We were never into this kind of thing. If you can call it a book club, it’s a smut club, a sex club...god, that sounds wrong. We were not into any of this reading material. Or reading for that matter. We know about porn, dirty talking, and threesomes; we’re not naive. But this shit hits on a whole different level. When you’re reading it…a whole other level.

Last month our obsession was BDSM. Yeah, that one was interesting…again, we’d heard of it, but damn, people know how to write their shit on this stuff. We joke around that we all want to try it someday…but when, where, and most importantly, with who?

My thoughts get interrupted when-

“Guys, guys, he finished in one of the guy’s mouths…then he spat it in the girl’s mouth,” Ruby exclaims, her eyes wide with astonishment.

“Holy shit, you’re lying,” I respond, leaning in closer, my curiosity piqued.

“Nope, nope, look,” she insists, handing over the book, her finger pointing to the paragraph.

We all crowd around her, our eyes scanning the text. As we read what Ruby had just read, we looked at each other, shocked.

“I wish someone would spit in my mouth…some cum,” she sighs, her voice trailing off wistfully.

“Hahaha, you’re fucking too much. Girl, the only thing getting spat in your mouth is your kid’s vomit if you’re holding them the wrong way, with your mouth open,” I tease, my laughter echoing off the patio walls.

“Ewww, that’s gross,” Ruby winced at the thought, scrunching up her nose.

“And picture it chunky, chunky warm milk.” I continue teasing them.

“Ewww,” they both say in unison. Kim moved her plate away from her, her face scrunched up in disgust.

“That cheesecake looks less appealing now,” she mutters, pushing her dessert aside.

I close the book with a snap and looked around at my friends, a grin spreading across my face.

“You know what boggles my mind? How in these books these young 20-somethings can get a sexy man, sometimes two or three…that are older…fuck, that will take care of them,” I say, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Right? While we’re here just trying to get laid, and maybe have one guy,” Kim adds, with a hint of frustration in her voice.

“Yes, my Fernando isn’t doing it for me anymore,” Ruby sighs dramatically.

“God, Ruby, stop naming your vibrators. It’s weird,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Why not? That way if I’m talking about it, people will think it’s a real person. ‘Oh, Fernando made me feel really good,’ ‘Oh, Fernando knows the right spot,’” Ruby explains with a mischievous smile.

We all burst into laughter, the sound carrying across the patio and drawing the attention of other patrons. We give them apologetic looks and mouth “SORRY.”

“We really should be reading this stuff somewhere else,” I say, trying to catch my breath between laughs.

“Like the sex store,” Kim suggests.

“Oh, that’s a great business idea. Instead of a café with boring books, we open a café with dirty ones. And we can sell coffee and sweet bread,” Ruby proposes, her face lighting up with excitement.

“Hahaha…only you would think of something like that,” I say, shaking my head.

“Please, you know it’s a good idea. If you want in, we’ll all go in as equal partners,“Ruby says, her tone turning serious for a moment.

I playfully shoved her, causing another ripple of laughter to spread through our group.

I’m Alex, short for Alejandra. No one ever bothers to call me by my full name so it’s either, Ale or Alex.

I’m a 39-year-old divorced single lady. One of my kids is 16, and I have a 22-year-old. I had my oldest at the young, fresh age of 18. Didn’t get the award for beating teen pregnancy, but oh well.

I’m a police officer and was married to my college sweetheart at that time. Things took a turn when he decided to get too…ambitious. And when I say ambitious, I don’t mean in the bedroom. I’m talking about how he got consumed in his work. He’s also a police officer.

After having our second kid, I was a stay-at-home mom for almost five years, and I needed to get back into the workforce. I wasn’t getting any younger. He, on the other hand, didn’t want me back out there.

He wanted me to stay home, clean, take care of the kids, and be a perfect homemaker like his mother, and although I know how much work goes into all that and I respect it, I needed to feel more…useful. I needed to feel more like me. By the time I was 35, we were divorced. He fought me tooth and nail not to get one. It wasn’t a nasty divorce, but it wasn’t the most pleasant either.

But I was tired of pleasing him. It was time for me. Our relationship is…well, it’s there. He has tried to get back together with me, but I’m just not in love with him. I love him because he is the father of my children but in love. No, that was lost a long time ago.

He’s a good dad, but I wish he was there for the kids more. For most of our marriage, I felt that I played both the mom and dad roles for the most part. Now I know what you are thinking, maybe he was cheating. And to be honest, I wish he would have. Maybe if he had, this relationship would’ve ended a long time ago. His relationship with the kids is a bit rocky, to say the least.

Kim, 39, is a newly divorced, ironically, a divorce lawyer. This is her third divorce. She wants to break her mom’s record and be on husband number four before 45. She has no kids.

And the crazy one is Ruby, 39, a club owner. She has one kid and she’s single. She recently became a mom, and her little one is only one year old. The result of a one-night stand. She’s always been the wild one out of the three of us. But despite owning a club, she is pretty naive in certain subjects.

We’re all first-generation Canadian Latinas. We all met in middle school and haven’t left each other’s side since. Even though sometimes we physically couldn’t be there for one another, through the years we were always just a phone call away.

“So…” Kim: shuts her book with a decisive snap. “Let’s talk Vegas.” She lifts her eyebrows, looking at us expectantly.

“I thought we did…and I thought we were going to go somewhere nicer…less loud…” I say.

“No, you two talked about it…I’m still for Vegas.” Kim add.

“Vegas is so overrated…and it smells weird. And it’s too hot…and I hate feeling sticky…let me rephrase that…I like feeling sticky but for the right reasons,” Ruby says, laughing. “I think for our 40th we should go somewhere where we can meet some exotic, sexy men. Tall enough to climb, lips that you just want to devour for hours, eyes that captivate you, you know, those eyes that say, ‘Come here, mami…I want to spit cum in your mouth.’”

“Oh my god, you’re still with that? Hahahaha. I thought that mental image was left after the chunky milk comment.” I say laughing.

“Nawww, it will take more than chunky milk…”

“Okay, let’s stop talking about chunky milk. Guys, where are we going to go?“Kim says with a disgusted face.

“Well, I have an idea…” I say winking at them.

They both say: “What?”

“How about we do…Italy?”

They both look at me, eyes wide: “Italy?!”

“Yes…Italy. What better way to celebrate our birthday than with hot, sexy Italian men?

" I’m in.” Kim adds. Clearly loving the idea.

“Fuck yeah, I’m in.” Ruby agrees, Of course, she would. She is always down for anything.

“Yeah…great!! Omg, I’m so excited!!! Okay, we need to figure out the babysitting for you, Ruby. Mine will stay with their dad.” I start to ramble on, I’m too damn excited.

“Are you sure your ex will be able to handle the teenager?” Ruby asks concern etched on her face.

“He doesn’t have a choice. Luca is a great kid, Christian is just an idiot. He needs this as much as Luca does. They need to bond more. One month should help…right?”

“If 16 years hasn’t done it, what makes you think that one month will?” Ruby counters, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh shit, she’s right,” I admit, feeling a pang of doubt.

“And how about Elena?” Kim asks, turning her attention to me.

“She’ll be fine. She’s in university now anyway, so no worries there,” I reassur them, thinking of my independent, strong-willed daughter.

“Okay, ladies, we have a lot of planning to do. Next month cannot get here any faster. We need this…we so need this,” I say, feeling a wave of excitement wash over me.

The thought of exploring Italy, experiencing its culture, and possibly meeting some exotic, sexy men makes our hearts race with excitement. We clink our cups together, sealing our pact with the promise of adventure and fun.

All: “Italy, baby!!!” we shout in unison.

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