My name is Steve and last year I finally married the love of my life, Rachael. She is about 5'4, slim, short brown hair in a cute bob and a great body. We have been together for several years and I have to admit, our relationship was awesome. We had sex three or four times a week and we were very much in love, we always did everything together, as a couple.
The problems started when, for some inexplicable reason, I could no longer get a hard on before sex. I couldn't understand it because I still thought my wife was hot, she was the sexiest person I had ever been with by a mile, yet suddenly my dick just couldn't get in the mood. We tried some pills, kinky lingerie, role play, porn videos, everything, but nothing worked and I could tell my wife was getting frustrated.
So, recently I had a work night out, just some drinks and then on to a nightclub, nothing too exciting. I brought Rachael along as I usually do and we had a lot of fun with my colleagues. Then, at the club, something happened that would change our relationship. I went off to the restroom and when I came back I saw a good-looking guy chatting up my wife at our table, right in front of my work friends. I watched for a little while, slightly embarrassed, before he got up and left and I walked over and sat next to her in his place.
"What the hell did he want?" I asked her.
"Don't worry Steve, I think he was just a bit drunk and spotted the only woman on her own in the club. It's nothing to worry about, I told him I was married and he soon gave up."
That night we went home and I had no problem getting a boner, in fact I was practically uncontrollable in the bedroom, something had just got me so turned on and I wasn't even sure what.
I realised that all the recent events had left me feeling a little inadequate and the sight of that guy chatting up my wife had really started something in my brain, it had turned me on so much to see another man take an interest in Rachael and I got a boner every time I thought about it, I even had to jerk off at work if the memory came back, it just made me so horny.
Well, for a few weeks I was a changed man, I was satisfying my wife almost daily and she was amazed at the transformation in me. We had great sex, but the memory of that night was starting to fade and I found it harder and harder to re-imagine what had happened and the feelings it had stirred and soon my old problems came back again.
"Well what happened last time you overcame it?" Rachael asked me in bed after another failed attempt.
"I don't know," I lied.
"Was it that we were drunk in that night club? Perhaps we should go out there again and get you drunk enough not to care."
"Perhaps that was it," I said. I knew it wasn't the drink that had made me horny, but the chance of going to the nightclub again excited me. Perhaps I could leave her alone and wait for a guy to approach her again. That would surely get me back in the mood.
So we arranged to go out and she got dressed up in the sexiest outfit I have ever seen. She wore a white shirt with the buttons open enough to show off her fantastic cleavage, and she wore tight denim shorts that accentuated her amazing thighs and ass, especially with the heels she wore. She had long manicured french nails that gave her a super feminine look and looking at her I could not believe my dick could not get excited for her.
We had a few drinks at the club and danced a little and she kept grinding against me, trying to get me horny. We had more and more drinks but she was getting frustrated that I was still not feeling anything and we sat down at a table. I realised this was my chance, so I excused myself and went off to the restroom. In fact I waited, watching her from afar. It didn't take long for a man to come over. He just leaned over, spoke to her then walked off again, clearly she had told him to get lost.
I did not come back over to her, she continued to sit there alone and she phoned and texted me a few times but I ignored them, hoping she might get bored and allow someone to chat her up. She looked increasingly annoyed before finally another guy approached her. He was a tall, muscular man and he had brought over a drink for Rachael which she hesitantly accepted and he sat down opposite her.
She looked rather awkward at first, avoiding eye contact with him, looking around the room for me, but soon she seemed to give up on me and began to smile back and laugh with the man. She was more relaxed now and I could see the guy kept touching her hands and arms as they spoke, she did not seem to mind.
About now I was getting horny, watching her flirting with this huge tough guy was making me wild with excitement, it was that inadequate feeling that seemed to make my dick hard and so I waited a little longer, trying to take mental pictures that I could remember for a few more weeks so i would be able to satisfy her.
I was about ready to call her up and tell her I had been chucked out of the club so she could come meet me and we could go home and fuck, but then, as I was about to dial her number, she got up with the man and they moved to the dance floor. I put my phone back in my pocket and watched on as they started to dance to the music. It was pretty harmless stuff, he twirled her around a couple of times and they were laughing and joking but she was really drunk and suddenly lost her balance and fell into him. He caught her and they laughed about it, but then they were dancing a little closer, a little more romantically. His hand was creeping over her back and then down to her ass and he kept it there as they danced.
I wanted to stop this but the whole scene was driving me wild. I figured this was all good stuff to remember whenever I wanted to get myself hard, so I kept watching. I knew my wife loved me and that she was probably just annoyed that I had left her alone in the club, she wouldn't do anything to hurt me.
But then, as a slower song came on, the man put his hand to my wife's cheek and pulled her in for a kiss. She half-reciprocated, she kissed him for a few seconds and then seemed to realise what was happening and broke away from him and seemed to be gesturing for him not to do that again. They continued to dance before he pulled her in again, kissing her deeply and forcing his tongue inside her mouth. This time she seemed lost in the moment. She raised her hand up to his head and stroked her nails through his hair as she pulled him closer and they kissed passionately for the rest of the song.
I wanted to stop it, I really did, but my dick was rock solid and I didn't even know what to do anymore. I was turned on and although I was angry that she was kissing another man, it didn't upset me as much as I thought it would. Perhaps it was the alcohol or the fact it was turning me on so much, but I just was not upset with her. She was just annoyed that I had left her alone and now she was drunk and having fun. I knew I would have to phone her or text her, let her know I was coming back in, to give her a chance to break it off with this guy.
I wrote her a text and sent it:
"Hey babe, got caught up in a fight, not hurt. Now coming back into club, can't wait to see you."
I sent it and I noticed her take her phone from her bag and then read the message. She seemed to panic a little and tried to walk off from the guy but he followed her and seemed to be trying to convince her to stay with him. She argued but as she tried to walk away he grabbed her hand and pulled her gently back to him and they kissed passionately again. They were away from the crowd now, in a darker area and he started to kiss down her neck and then began to lick her cleavage as she nonchalantly ran her fingers through his hair.
He whispered into her ear and she nodded, then he led her away to the back of the dance floor and out of my sight. I had assumed that once she received my text she would leave this guy and come meet me, then I would pretend I hadn't seen anything. She disappeared from view so I walked over and around the dance floor to find where they had gone. There were some restrooms back there and so I walked cautiously into the men's room but they weren't there, just a couple of guys doing coke.
I left and asked a woman that was going into the ladies' if she could look for a couple in there. I made up some story about needing to leave and him being my friend, and she bought it. She went in but when she returned she said there was nobody else in there besides herself.
I was confused, I had no idea where my wife was. I phoned her but no answer. I texted her, I left a voicemail. No response. I looked around and then noticed something. It was a fire exit around the back. I wondered if they had sneaked out of there.
