"I love you, too."
"Anything goes, right?"
"Anything goes."
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The bartender was a woman, probably in her mid-twenties, who was obviously of Polynesian descent. She had long straight black hair, nearly flawless caramel skin. I talked to her briefly and ordered myself a drink to nurse. She told me her name was Suzy and to let her know if I needed anything else. I adore my wife and have hardly ever seriously considered any other woman, but if anything had been different I'd have been tempted at that point to ask for her phone number. A really lovely woman. I quickly made my way to a table across from the bar.
Shortly afterwards, I saw her come in the bar from my position, chosen to be discrete while still with an appropriate vantage point. From this perspective, separate from her as a voyeur, it made me take her in in a way that I hadn't in some time. When you live with someone for so long, it's easy to get too used to their presence and mannerisms and to miss the culmination of subtle changes over time.
Hannah has matured well. Like a fine wine, she has improved with age. Her chestnut hair framed her porcelain face, showing off her high cheek bones and come hither smile. Her body moved from the soft, barely out of her teens girl from when I first met her into this alluring woman. Is it also weird that it was more obvious to me from this vantage point just how fertile a woman she appeared to me? If I didn't know her and wasn't already with someone, seeing her for the first time would get my blood running. I'd be tempted to talk with her.
This isn't the first time I've been in awe that she is with me. Maybe this sudden openness is a reflection of her recognizing my shortcomings or unworthiness. In the end, isn't much of cuckoldry about men grappling with feelings of inadequacy? Of course there is the visual aspect, when possible. Watching the woman you love the most performing like your own personal porn star, watching her receive orgasms and feeling pleasure from her being pleasured. But to be someone who is willing to risk the intimacy of your marriage, does it mean you fear not being enough for her or holding her back from your perceived limitations?
She strode up to the bar with such confidence and from this perspective, not standing side by side with her, it was super obvious how many men and women in the bar turned to pay attention to her. I'd felt eyes on us in the past and while I knew it was due to her attractiveness there was always a part of me that also felt that it was a bit of "she's with HIM" gawking.
Seeing her making an entrance where she was obviously alone, I could see the desire in so many eyes. She sat down at the bar and began chatting with Suzy the bartender. I supposed that when one finds themselves in sexually charged situations, it's easy to have an extremely vivid daydreams flash through your head. I'm not going to lie that I started to go down a rabbit hole at that point imagining Hannah and Suzy together. Hannah had hinted in the distant past of our relationship that she may not be unfamiliar with being sexual with some woman or women before we met. That recollection coming to my head at that moment made me remind myself to inquire further now that our sexual openness had gotten a lot more open.
It didn't take long for the first male to make his move. Not more than ten minutes after she walked in, a muscular white guy with a bad tan in a popped collar polo shirt and cargo shorts approached Hannah. He stood in such proximity that she stopped mid-sentence in her discussion with Suzy to look at him. I don't know quite what she said to him, but after a relatively short conversation, he left with a really pissed off look on his face.
The ladies, Hannah and Suzy, were kind enough to wait until he had removed himself from the bar entirely before they began giggling like conspirators. Obviously she shot him down spectacularly. I knew he wouldn't be her type. Realizing I may have over done my discreet location as I couldn't hear anything, I downed my drink and got up to get another one. I went further down the bar than where my wife was to not interfere, and ordered another drink from Suzy. I sat at the bar, pretending to be engrossed in a sporting event on one of the screens.
It was then I noticed a black man who had been at the bar before I had, sipping on a dark drink while watching a television turned to a channel focused on business news. He was broad shouldered, had bald head and wore a beard. This triggered his memory of his wife telling him about seeing a man with this description earlier today. She had seen him by the pool and later rode up the elevator with him. It struck a note then that she was fairly detailed about this man she had a relatively short and non-eventful encounter with. Was this her way of teasing me after her admission of being attracted to black men or had she felt some genuine interest in him merely from that brief interaction?
After the end of a segment on the channel, he stood up from his chair raised his glass to me, took a swig, and then left the glass as he went around the corner of the bar and approached Hannah.
"Good evening, miss," he said to my wife.
"Oh, hello again. I should say hello for the first time. Sorry if I seemed rude earlier today. Wasn't my intention," she replied, earnestly apologetic.
