The guys nod in agreement—as if they, too, get horny at the sight of their spouses’ smiles.
Gabrielle continues asking each couple, in turn, to tell us what gets them in the mood for sex.
Cooking dinner together turns on Anthony and Demek.
Hell, cooking with Demek would turn me on, too. His Russian accent is hot.
Oh, who am I kidding? Justtalkingto Demek would have me in the mood. No cooking required.
Once everyone has shared with the group, Gabrielle moves on to the activity portion of the session.
The question wasn’t bad. Maybe the activity won’t be awful either.
“All right, ladies and Anthony,” she says, “come with me, and bring your phones.”
The eight of us exchange glances and push ourselves to our feet. We follow her into what resembles a changing room, but with comfy armchairs and a mirror spanning the wall above the row of fancy sinks.
Gabrielle asks us how we’re doing so far. “For this activity, you’re going to take a photo of a sexy part of your body. It can’t be X-rated. So no genitals, please.”
Some of us look at each other in confusion (or maybe it’s just me who’s confused). The rest get to work, taking photos of various body parts.
“Only one photo, ladies and gentleman, unless your first attempt is blurry.”
I shrug to myself and snap a photo of my ankle with the butterfly tattoo.
Once we’re finished, she gets us to show her the photos, and we return to our husbands, who are amicably chatting about something to do with hiking.
I sit next to Jayden. “So far these activities aren’t too bad at least,” I say under my breath. If all we’re going to do is take non-X-rated photos of our body, then I can survive this aspect of the weekend.
If the real reason we’re here is that easy, Jayden and I will be finished with this craziness in no time.
“Ladies and Anthony, you’re to now show your husband the photo you took in the other room. Remember, if you shot more than one image, just show him the best one.”
I hand Jayden my phone.
“Nice tattoo.” He grins at me, and I smack him on his good arm. It’s not like he’s never seen it before.
“Has everyone seen the photos?” Gabrielle asks.
We all nod and answer in affirmative.
“Husbands, you’re to now kiss that body part. But I don’t want you to kiss it as though it were a child you’re tucking into bed. I want the kiss to mean something. Worship the body part. Let your spouse know how much you love her or him.”
Jayden looks down at my ankle, and I can tell what he’s thinking. With his sling on, it’ll be difficult for him to kiss that body part.
Phew. Guess we got out of that.
Gabrielle sashays over to us. “I suggest, Isabelle, that you lie back and lift your leg up so that Jayden can kiss your ankle.” She turns to him. “I didn’t realize that you’re injured. I’ll take that into consideration for the remaining activities and homework assignments.”
Gabrielle tells me to lie down. I do as I’m told and hold up my leg for Jayden. Heat sweeps up my chest, neck, and face, threatening to burn me alive.
When I was thirteen years old, I was one of the Pink Ladies in my middle school’s rendition ofGrease. But while singing “Summer Loving,” I tripped on my own feet and went flying, my arms flailing as I fought to regain my balance.
I felt like a colossal idiot.
That was nothing compared to how I feel now.
Good thing Liam’s team can’t see us. We’d never hear the end of it if they could.
