After all of the excitement of the day and the restless night the evening before, I slept like a baby that night, although my dreams were interspersed with commercial breaks, intrusive thoughts that my wife was going on a date the next evening. I was exhausted after all of the emotional upheaval and excitement, so these occasional reminders didn't really wake me, just disturbed me slightly for a few minutes before I went back to dreamland. Before I knew it, the alarm had gone off and I dragged myself immediately from our bed, and to the shower. Yvonne slept on.
After completing my ablutions, I made my customary first mug of coffee which I drank as I dressed for work. I occasionally shook my head in disbelief at the turn of events, unsure quite how I felt about Yvonne's planned date with David.
After making love so passionately last night, and as we had cuddled and whispered reassurances to each other, Yvonne had stated that she would not be visiting the gym today, but rather would spend the morning catching up with housework, before spending the afternoon getting ready for her date. She was to meet David in the lounge of a hotel across town at 7:30pm where they would have a drink before he took her to dinner. We had agreed that the timing was right for me to get home in time to drive her there and drop her off, leaving her free to drink if she chose to do so. When she was about ready to come home, she would either get a cab or call me to tell me where and when to pick her up.
It was time for me to leave for work, and Yvonne was still sleeping comfortably in bed, so I went in to kiss her before I left. She sleepily returned my embrace, and I left the house, locking the door behind me.
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At the office I had a pile of work to get through, mostly unanswered e-mails from the day before, and some heavy analysis on the first quarters spend figures. The work load didn't allow me much time to reflect on developments, but from time to time I would get distracted and remind myself that my own wife was going on a date that evening. Without exception, these little flashes of introspection would result in my renewed arousal, before the pressures of work called me back from the lascivious thoughts that would spring unbidden into my over-active mind.
The day passed reasonably quickly as a consequence of the hard work, and before I knew it, I was on the train again and heading home.
When I entered the house a little before 6:45, I could hear Yvonne in her dressing room, using her hair dryer to apply the finishing touches to her preparation. I shouted up to let her know I was home, and when she heard me, she replied that she would be a couple of minutes, and that I should poor myself a drink. I did just that, and sat in our living room, listening to her potter about upstairs. I was aware that my heart was racing again, and my mouth was dry until I took a strong pull of my cool Gin and Tonic. I swallowed with difficulty as I waited for her to appear.
When she walked into the room, I thought my heart was going to stop. She was beautiful! Heart-stoppingly beautiful.
Her hair and make-up were perfect, her nails freshly lacquered in a rich ruby red that matched the high-heeled shoes she was wearing. She wore a cream skirt that hugged her hips and fell to just above the knee, and was sporting a shimmering pair of stockings in a slightly darker tan shade than she normally wore. I had no doubt that they were stockings; Yvonne never wore tights!
Her top was also cream in colour, knitted mohair and covered in little applique groups of sequins, shaped into the outline of flying birds, and that shimmered and reflected the light. I recognised the top. It was one that she had bought and worn for a friend's wedding a year before and had worn only once since. It had a square neck that left most of her shoulders bare, and it was clear that she had decided not to wear a bra in order for there to be no straps visible on her beautiful naked shoulders.
The whole effect was elegant chic. As she stood in the doorway and smiled nervously at me, she asked me if I "thought she would do". I was speechless, and for the first time really began to appreciate that she had gone to all this trouble to look this good for someone else, and not for me. My heart was in my mouth, and a strong feeling of jealousy forced its way into my emotions.
I told her that she looked ravishing. Jealousy was fighting with lust inside of me, and as much as I wanted to stop her going out, I knew that it was too late. I took another sip of my drink, as at the same time I drank her in with my eyes.
She walked across the room and sat next to me on the sofa, demurely smoothing down her skirt across her upper thighs as she sat, before turning towards me and speaking. For the first time, I noticed the glossy lipstick that she was wearing, slightly less red than her painted finger nails, but much darker than she normally wore. I couldn't take my eyes from her sexy lips as she spoke softly to me.
"It isn't too late to stop this you know," she began. "I know I said last night that I had made a commitment, and that I would be going out with David tonight, but if you are really unhappy about the way this might go, then you can still stop me."
Lust was getting the upper hand over jealousy, but both were still strong within me. She saw my doubt and continued.
"You know that I love you. That I will always love you. This is a rather exciting game that we are playing, but it is only a game. If at any time you feel unhappy, then we can end the game and get back to our real life together."
She looked at me expectantly as my mind continued to debate the issue, as if I had any control. As I looked at her, jealousy had a brief renaissance and I wanted to take her in my arms and hug her to me and keep her to myself. Lust, however, reminded me of the excitement that I had been feeling for the last 48 hours and urged me to go on. It was my turn to speak, and driven by her reassurance that we could stop at any time, I tried to do so.
"I have very mixed feelings," I hesitantly began, "you look amazing; I love you to death; I don't want you to go; I want to spend the evening with you."
I saw a brief flash of disappointment in her eyes, and I kissed her quickly on those killer lips.
"But I am enjoying our game. If you mean what you say, that we can stop when either of us wants to stop, then I do want you to go out tonight and enjoy yourself. I am green with envy, unsure about how I feel, but I don't want to stop this adventure."
I kissed her again, a little peck, not wanting to spoil her perfect make-up, and she smiled at me as if she was relieved that I had decided not to call the whole thing off.
"I feel somewhat the same" she said. "I am nervous and excited, and I want to look my best this evening for David, for another man. I would never have believed that I could feel like that, but I do. I don't know how this will turn out, but I am glad that we are agreed that we should continue."
I looked at my watch and realised that it was time we were leaving if she was going to be on time for her date. We both knew that it was time to leave, and without any need for any further discussion, we stood and headed silently for the car. On the way, Yvonne picked up her little purse and we headed off towards our destiny. I held the car door open for her to slide into the passenger seat and watched wistfully as she swung her legs into the car. If I hadn't known already, I knew then, my wife was one delicious woman.
Little was said in the car on the way there. I think we were both as nervous as each other. We hadn't discussed any kind of limits as to what might happen, or how far she was allowed to let this go. I can't speak for her thoughts at the time, but in my mind, she was free to go with the flow as far as she wished to take things. I had already tacitly accepted that this man I had never met, this David, would probably go all the way with my woman; may enjoy her in ways that were meant to be reserved for me. That was a natural consequence of the route we had started down; it was a thought that had popped into my head several times already over the last 48 hours; it was a possibility that I had accepted and that I was excited by. I didn't want to impose any limits or make any demands. Putting my complete trust in her, allowing her to do whatever she thought was right, seemed to be the only option for me. I was passive. I was a remote observer of this adventure. For this evening at least, David had the potential to possess my wife, and I was aiding and abetting him in doing so by driving her to meet him.
I couldn't stop thinking these thoughts as I drove her across town. I couldn't stop looking across at her, seeing her immaculate beauty, wondering why I was allowing this to happen, knowing how excited allowing this making me. I think that in those thirty minutes, as we headed through the steadily lightening traffic at the end of another normal working Friday, I loved and cherished Yvonne more than I had ever loved and cherished her before. She was my soul buddy, my life partner, my most precious thing, my best friend. And I was giving her away to another man. It made no sense. And yet I knew that I had no choice!
Not because Yvonne had made a commitment. Not because the arrangements had already been made. Not even because we had started an adventure that we each wanted to see through to the end. I had no choice because I started to realise that this was my destiny. Since I had come home to learn of that first day of her new life, to learn that she had been watched, and had enjoyed being watched; since we had planned to take this further, since we had repeatedly taken our carnal pleasure by jointly discussing developments, by imagining just these events, I had started to realise how important this was to me. In 48 short hours I had discovered a sleeping monster that lived inside of me. From nothing, this giant that had lain dormant for so long had been awakened. My secret had now blossomed within me and become part of my core. Part of me. It had fed on the wonderful dichotomy of jealousy and excitement that was churning inside my like boiling oil, grown large on the mixed emotions of envy and pride that surged like spring tides within me. I had no choice because this was what I needed and wanted, although I still had no idea why.
That was the state of my mind as I pulled up outside the designated hotel. Yvonne took a deep breath, pulled down the vanity mirror on her side of the car and checked her make-up and flicked her hair. Then she turned to me and said "Well, here we go!" and without another word, opened her own door and stepped out of the car. As she walked around the car towards the hotel door, as if as an afterthought, she turned and blew me a kiss, and then she was gone; disappearing through the lobby door which was being held open for her by a uniformed commissionaire, who I noticed gave her a very appreciative glance as she walked by.
I sat frozen for a few seconds, staring after her as she disappeared into the lobby, before a toot from behind reminded me that I was holding up traffic. I slowly pulled away, wondering if I should park up and sneak back, looking through the windows to see if I could see her, and him, but I knew I would do no such thing. Resigned to a tense and worried evening, I drove home to begin my lonely vigil for her return.
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