A man can change, can't he?
I mean, an aggressive man doesn't have to remain aggressive all his life; an unfaithful man doesn't have to keep cheating. And a jealous man? Surely, given time, a jealous man is able to accept that his wife is attractive to other men? I believe I can answer my own question.
Lin and I had been married for three years and the jealousy was eating me alive. An Asian beauty from the shores of Thailand, she has always turned heads. Her almost jet-black hair tumbles in soft curls over her shoulders and reaches nearly to the middle of her back. She has deep, cat-like, green eyes that shine and twinkle and her skin is a dark olive colour that feels so soft to the touch. She has an almost alarmingly sensual figure with long, slender legs and breasts - unusually quite large - that are firm and sit high on her chest with dark nipples that seem almost continuously aroused. Perhaps you can now understand how she can easily stop traffic!
But my jealousy was taking it's toll on our relationship. I could feel my anger rising from the pit of my stomach every time other men leered at her. And leer they did. Walking on the beach, even shopping in the mall, I would almost be able to feel their eyes burning into her and mentally stripping her. Lin knew my problem and would try to placate me by saying that she was mine and that it didn't matter how many other men looked at her. She would tell me that I should take their stares as a compliment.
But the more that Lin reassured and cajoled me, the worse I seemed to become. It got to the stage where I would take on most of the shopping duties just to ensure that my beautiful wife stayed home and out of sight of prying eyes. I thought that it was the logical thing to do and was unaware that I was making Lin a virtual prisoner in her own home.
Things went from bad to worse. Lin became bored and frustrated and this also caused my moods to darken. We argued a lot and made love very seldom. I threw myself into my work and tried to block out the problem - as long as Lin was at home then she - and I - would be safe. Wouldn't we?
And then one day something happened that was to change my life completely. I found myself sitting in my office at lunchtime thinking of the argument that Lin and I had had the night before. It was the same old thing, but this time I had gone too far and Lin had threatened to walk out on me if I didn't give her more space. Her words had shocked me and were still echoing through my mind as I sat looking at the telephone on my desk. The idea seemed suddenly obvious - I would call her and take her out to lunch. I knew a quiet restaurant that was well out of town. They had tables in private booths and so I was happy that we would not be overlooked. I picked up the telephone to call her but quickly replaced it with a smile. I grabbed my jacket and closed my office door behind me - a surprise lunch would be far more romantic, I thought!
As I pulled my Mercedes up outside the house, I was surprised to see a dark blue Ford parked directly outside. In an instant all the anger and jealousy returned and the thoughts began to race through my head. All sorts of conclusions were being jumped to. I could feel my fingers tightening on the steering wheel and a red mist descending over my mind. Although I decided to look in through the window before entering, I already knew what I would see.
I wasn't wrong. As I peered in through the window I could see my wife in the lounge room talking to a tall stranger. The window was slightly ajar and I could just make out their hushed voices.
My mind reeled as I saw the young man sitting comfortably on the white leather sofa. He wore a simple grey shirt with short sleeves that revealed tanned and muscular forearms. He was looking at Lin as she crossed the room towards him. She wore a tight fitting red dress that I hadn't seen before and I was suddenly reminded of how sexy she was.
The two infidels laughed as they embraced. Lin was standing in front of the man and his hands reached out and pulled her close - there was now no doubt in my mind.
My rage was burning deep in the pit of my stomach as I watched their continued embrace. I felt strange; I wanted to burst into the house and put an immediate stop to this before it went any further. I wanted to scream and shout in my anger. I wanted to strike out. But there was another part of me that, inexplicably, held me back. I was confused. This other part of me had never manifested itself before, never reared it's head. My hands curled into fists but my legs wouldn't let me move from my secreted position. What the hell was happening to me?
As I continued to watch the strangers's hands roam over Lin's behind it suddenly came to me. The reason I couldn't move, wouldn't move, was excitement. Watching my wife with another man was turning me on!
I'm not exactly sure when I made the mental decision, but it was definitely made. I was going to stay and watch. Suddenly the attraction of the "peeping tom" became clear. Actually, a lot of things suddenly became clear. I stared at my wife as she looked at the stranger, devouring him with her eyes. There was no love there, just pure animal lust. Now I understood. Her body may be with another, but her mind and her love would always be mine. It was as if a great weight had been lifted from my burdened shoulders.
Once I knew that the encounter was purely sexual, I quickly discovered something else; something that was happening to me. My hand strayed down to my groin as I looked on. My erection spoke for itself. The stranger and my wife were kissing again. Their lips were locked together in a lustful embrace and I could see the outline of his hands as they squeezed Lin's butt under her short dress. I could also see that Lin was becoming more and more excited. Her breathing seemed to be coming in short gasps in between the kisses and her face looked a little flushed.
Lin's lover seemed to know what she needed. Slowly he broke the kiss and I saw his tongue slip from between her lips. Gently he pulled her down towards him and laid her back on the sofa. He started by kissing her legs above the hem of her dress. I watched her eyes close in an expression of lust and heard a soft moan escape her lips.
The man's hands traversed up her body while his lips brushed feather-like kisses against her thighs. I watched as he pulled the top of the dress down and exposed Lin's firm breasts, as usual her nipples looked hard and swollen.
