A few days after accidentally seeing my wife, Angela and her new lover Nate in action, I was scheduled to go out of town on business. I was at the airport, in the terminal waiting to board when an announcement came on cancelling our flight due to mechanical issues. No other flight would be going to my destination until the next day. After getting rebooked, getting my bags, and retrieving my car it was time to eat dinner.
Technically, I was still on my company's dime so I was going to reward myself with a good meal at my favorite bar and grill and catch the hockey playoffs. I tried to call Angela, but her phone was going straight to voicemail. I could be feel my face flush in part anger and part excitement. I was barely out of town and my lovely wife was out, I am sure, with her new man Nate. I didn't bother with a voicemail. I was too...I do not know what...angry, embarrassed, excited...there were a lot of things going on in my mind. None of it, normal, to me at least. I just knew that I had lost control of the situation, like I had any to begin with.
As I was driving to the bar, I was trying to figure out what I was going to do after dinner. Go home? Walk in on another crazy scene with my wife getting her mind blown with the most amazing sex she ever experienced and hide and watch again? Confront her and Nate? Or just get a room and jerk off thinking about whatever was going on in my bedroom. Assuming they were at my home. I had no good options. None of the outcomes I was gaming out in my mind had a real positive outcome for me or my relationship.
After parking my car, I stomped into the bar and headed back to my usual table in the back corner. I walked around the corner of the bar and BOOM! The World imploded in front of me, reminding me just how little control I had over this situation. Sitting at MY table was Angela and Nate. She was seated very close to him and they were clearly engaged in an intimate conversation. I just stood there for a moment trying to make sense of what I was seeing and how to handle it.
Again, my lack of control took control. Nate looked up and saw me, "Jay! We thought you flew to Phoenix! Come and join us, we were just talking about you."
I am sure I had a look of a man who just had dog piss thrown in his face. I could feel my face get hot with anger for the umpteenth time since my flight was cancelled.
"Hi Nate...Angela...it has been a shitty day and I need a drink," I said.
I pulled a chair out at sat down. I noticed that Nate had his hand placed in Angela's lap, the fun way. I looked at Angela and she look me dead in the eyes and shrugged. This guy was not going to give an inch, as it were. He kept his hand on my wife's crotch. My wife's crotch. No control, whatsoever. I sat down a defeated man and looked for a waitress. Nate just waved at the bar and here came the waitress. No. Control.
The waitress was my usual waitress, Bonnie. Bonnie came over and saw the seating arrangement and was taken aback briefly. "Hi Jay...uh...hi Angela. The usual Jay?"
"Yes please Bonnie."
"Burger and an Old Style...you..uh...want a shot of Patron with that, Jay?
I said looked at her and she said, "I will make that a double."
He she shuffled away, taking a second glance back as she headed to the bar to put in my order.
"Well now," Nate began, "We were talking about talking to you about the situation we find ourselves in."
"Jay," Angela said, "I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I do. But Nate as opened my World up to levels of pleasure I never thought possible. It is just sex, incredible sex, but you are my partner and I...we want to be honest and up front about what's going on. Right Nate?"
"Yes absolutely! You are her husband and I respect that. You have built a life together and I do not want to destroy that. That's is just mean. That said, Angela wants me as her lover now. So, I guess, we are officially informing you of your new status as a cuckold."
No. Control. Except how I handle the next few minutes. I looked at him and my wife.
"Well, could you at least not play with my wife's pussy in public and wait until we get home?"
It was the only thing I could think to say to salvage my dignity, but calmly acknowledge the situation as presented. It turned out to be a wise move.
"Oh sure, Jay. You are right. I guess that is a little low rent, huh. We just got carried away."
"Thank you, Nate."
Just as he was bringing his hand up from under the table, Bonnie showed up with my beer and huge shot of tequila. She saw what was happening, left my drinks and beelined it away from our table.
"She seems nice," Nate said laughingly.
"Yeah," I said as I pounded the double shot of tequila. It really burned going down, but I instantly felt a bit more relaxed.
"No salt and lime there, Jay?"
"Training wheels? That's for amateurs."
Both of us shared a laugh and some more tension evaporated from the scene.
"So, Jay, you seem to be kind of ok with this. I figured you would be, since you did see us the other day."
"JAY?!" Angela exclaimed, "Did you..."
"Yes Angela, he did. I was not going to say anything until it was time. And now is the time, isn't Jay?"
