By the time dinner time had rolled around, I was a nervous wreck. I was sweating all over. The thought of Alfie leering at my love was too much for me to handle. I kept thinking back to his hand patting her bottom through her leggings. How it had made me feel.
I was so ashamed. I couldn't get the image out of my head.
Somehow I pulled myself out of that mental loop as Melissa walked into the room. She was in a thin denim dress that looked almost like a robe because she had a fabric belt that was holding the piece together. The dress was shorter than I would have liked. If it ended an inch or two higher, it would look like a glorified shirt. Melissa's thick brown thighs were on full display. And my eyes went straight for them. They continued to trail down to her boots.
For a second I forgot about everything and just considered how lucky of a man I was.
She checked her watch.
"Come on, we should get going. Alfie is waiting!"
My throat got dry again. This was a terrible idea. What was I doing? Why was I letting this older man leer at my wife?
Before I could say anything, Melissa was heading to the door. I was behind her.
Thoughts were not going through my mind. I could hear my own breath. It felt like an eternity before we got to the door.
Alfie opened it instantly. He beamed.
"Hello, my dear!" he said and gave Melissa a hug in front of me.
She hugged him back. Stepping back, she handed over a bottle of wine.