Fate intervened that following week, turning an already uncomfortable 3 days of worrying about what dave would think of our past....into 6.
His daughter adele had taken ill.
Nothing serious, a bad cold. But enough to keep her off school for the rest of that week.
Dave, a doting father not wanting to leave her alone, had to cancel wednesdays planned evening meeting.
We were disappointed but what can you do?....poor lass can't help being poorly.
So that was that.
We kept in touch by phone calls and texting, and by midweek it seemed that adele was getting better, saturdays meet up at ours was on.
I made sure dave hadn't forgotten what I'd told him on the sunday morning....no touching it himself...save it all up for me.
I used the sweetest, softest voice i could, thinking of him there at the other end of the phone..... listening.
I told him that he was a good boy for not touching himself and that i would be extra good for him on saturday, i also mentioned a new special outfit i was getting ready....just for him.
Not telling what it was of course, keeping the anticipation going.....i can be wicked at times.
Anyway, i think it's fair to say that by the time saturday morning came around....poor dave was practically foaming at the mouth.
I had been teasing him all week....oh dear....was i going to get it....poor me.
When i spoke to him that morning, the excitement could be heard in his voice, the eagerness in his tone... tangible.
I informed my boyfriend that the outfit was ready for the evening, and so was i.
Still not revealing anything about it despite daves eager guesses.
I gave nothing away
"you'll just have to wait and see won't you sweetheart....see you tonight", was my final reply before hanging up the call.
Later that day....
Everything was set. Steve was already at his grans from that morning and as we said bye to chris, watching him walk down the path and off to his friends house for the night....a great sense of mischievous excitement hung in the air between myself and john.
This was the prelude to a very long week, filled with excitement yes, but tainted somewhat by the knowledge of what we must do.
Tell dave the truth about our past.
We had decided to be bold and jump straight in at the deep end in our method of 'revealing all' to him.
The idea being to show him rather than tell him....our secret.
The recordings.
John had our very first video of me with neil in the bathroom, ready on our laptop.
As we waited for our friend to arrive... the nervous excitement...oh wow!....you could have reached out and touched it.
At 7.30 daves car could be heard pulling up outside our house, the deep guttural sound of its engine humming for a brief moment before going silent.
A moment later, and despite knowing it was coming, i still jumped at the knock on our front door.
We had been sat in the living room quietly chatting about the evening ahead when silenced by daves car arriving.
Now, at the knock, john raised his eyebrows at me and with a 'here we go' look, got up off the sofa and went to let our friend in.
I hadn't felt this nervous in a long time. The tension was killing me.
I began to get up as i heard their voices first at the door, then slowly coming down the hallway.
Daves cheery, "ey up" followed by a similar greeting from john.
My hubby then says something odd, "aww thank you sugar.... they're beautiful....just like you"
Dave chuckles but ignores his remark asking instead how i am?
With the front door now shut both mens voices sound loud and hollow in the tunnel of our hallway.
"She's feeling fine...if you know what i mean", both of them laugh
"She's missed you", john tells him sincerely
"Oh god....not as much as I've missed her", daves reply.
John is now coming into the room holding a large bunch of red roses, now johns odd comment is explained.
They are beautiful, i love roses.
"These are for you love", johns eyes convey the excitement he's feeling at handing me this special gift from not just our friend....but also now my lover.
Even this small gesture is electric to both of us.
My husbands meaningful look is interrupted by the appearance of dave at the living room door.
Averting my eyes from hubby to boyfriend as i take the flowers from his hand....
Smiling warmly and with a hint of the lust I'm feeling towards him, all too present in my eyes.
"Hi", my words accompanied by a flush of heat to my cheeks, suddenly and surprisingly, I'm feeling shy.
Dave smiles back, genuine affection showing in his eyes, "hi to you too....you look gorgeous"
