Mitch Henderson's plan had worked. He was sitting across the table from his wife's old college boyfriend, Trevor. Trevor had no idea who he was; he thought Mitch was merely a friendly stranger who bought him a beer in the hotel bar "as consolation for cheering for a terrible team like the Yankees."
Mitch knew his wife Darcie never intended for him to meet Trevor. She refused to divulge the details of her life before she met Mitch. "We've both done things in the past," she told him. "It's who we are now that matters most. I swear to you that you are the man I love, the only man for me." The lack of particulars only left Mitch more curious.
Mitch's own past wasn't especially unique nor scandalous. A high school sweetheart he lost his virginity with, two ex-girlfriends from college, and a drunken one night stand at a party. Darcie had little interest in hearing the details of his past lovers, even when he tried to offer them. "I'm grateful that you learned how to make me feel good from practicing with other women, I don't have to hear how," she told him.
Darcie was far from sexually prudish; in fact it was her openness and kinkiness that made Mitch wonder about her past. They'd first met when he was 26 and she was 24, co-workers at different branch offices of the same corporation. He'd been sent to her branch to provide technical training for Darcie and her co-workers. He'd certainly noticed the attractive brunette in the short skirt while giving his presentation, but was surprised when she approached him during the lunch break. Her cute features and short skirt founded his initial attraction, but the thoughtful technical questions she asked him about his presentation were what truly impressed him.
She invited him to join her and her co-workers for drinks at the end of the day, which he accepted. The "co-workers" turned into one other woman who only stayed for one drink before heading home to start dinner for her husband and kids.
Mitch certainly didn't mind being alone with the lovely Darcie. They rang up a sizeable tab discussing literature, a love both shared. From there the conversation got more suggestive and flirtatious. Drinks turned into dinner which turned into sex on Darcie's living room couch and then on her bed.
Darcie's obvious passion for sex was refreshing for Mitch, who was accustomed to having to work hard to move things forward physically. He especially loved the way she sucked his cock, almost reverently, staring him in the eyes while she did it. She offered suggestions for positions without coming across as either bossy or demanding, and it was unquestionably his best first encounter with any woman.
Darcie sounded surprised to hear from him when he called the next day after work.
"I had a great time with you last night," he said. "You really are something else."
"Thanks. I had fun too," she replied.
"Do you have plans Saturday night?" he asked.
"No... why?"
"I was thinking I could take you out to dinner and continue getting to know you," he said, suddenly unsure if he'd misjudged her interest in him.
"Hmmm... get to know me huh? Aren't you already intimately acquainted with me?" Darcie asked with a chuckle.
Mitch laughed, relieved. "I suppose I am, but I want to further acquaint myself with you... intimately."
"Sure, we can get together Saturday night. Pick me up at my place at seven o'clock?" she asked.
"Sounds great," he replied.
The relationship blossomed from there. Mitch was thrilled how great the sex was right out the gate. In the past he'd found it took time for women to get comfortable in bed with him and loosen up. Darcie was fun in bed from day one, eager to please him and not afraid to ask for what she wanted.
Weeks turned into months, and Mitch's feelings of lust turned to love. Darcie was hesitant to formalize their relationship. It took her a while to even admit he was her boyfriend, despite spending huge chunks of their free time together. When he said "I love you" on their six month anniversary she once again seemed surprised, but tentatively responded "I love you too."
With time she became more comfortable having a serious boyfriend. After 18 months of courtship Mitch proposed, and Darcie eagerly accepted. The wedding was picturesque and they soon bought a house together. Two years later Darcie gave birth to their son Patrick, and their daughter Maggie followed almost three years later.
It was a few months after their tenth wedding anniversary that Trevor called their house and left a message on the answering machine which Mitch was the first to listen to.
"Hey, Darcie? This is Trevor, from college. I got your number from your friend Terri, we still e-mail every now and then. Anyways, I'm in town this week for business. I'm staying at the Marriot. If you're free at all this week I'd love to see you and catch up, just call the hotel and ask for me. If not, no worries. I'd love to see you, though. It's been too long. Well, take care."
Mitch felt a mix of emotions. He remembered the name Trevor. Darcie had several photo albums from her college years. Trevor was one of the people in many of the pictures, often with his arm draped over Darcie. Mitch had felt slightly jealous even seeing the pictures of his wife being so close with another man, even in the past. Hearing the voice of the man in the present, and knowing he was seeking his wife out made Mitch feel a rush of jealous anger.
Mitch calmed himself down. It seemed unlikely Trevor had ulterior motives. He'd left a message on the home answering machine, which clearly stated it was the residence of Mitch and Darcie Henderson. Still, sometimes men who are looking for action from old girlfriends acted like their cards were above the table. She meets him for drinks, they remember old times, and suddenly they're in bed together. Mitch's blood boiled at completely imagined infidelity.
Mitch considered his options. He could casually tell his wife Trevor called, perhaps suggest the two of them go out for drinks with Trevor together. He could delete the message and not say anything, skirting the entire issue. But Mitch's curiosity got the best of him.
He said nothing to Darcie about the phone message when she got home from work that night. Managing the kids made it easy for him to avoid tipping his hand.
With the kids tucked in, Darcie and Mitch went through their nightly ritual. Mitch was in bed first, and watched his wife disrobe for bed. She typically slept in just her panties and gracefully removed her clothing, ignorant of her husband's gaze. He admired her body as it came into view. She was always comfortable with her body, and for good reason. While two kids and 12 years had taken some effect, seeing her take off her bra and bare her chest was still enough for Mitch's loins to stir. He honestly felt his wife was still hot enough to drive all but the pickiest of men wild.
She turned off the light and climbed into bed, wearing only her simple black cotton thong. Mitch cuddled up behind Darcie, rubbing his erection against her ass through their underwear.
"Mmmmm... someone's a little excited," Darcie giggled.
"It's because I have the sexiest wife in the world," Mitch replied.
"We should probably do something about that," she said.
"Have any ideas?" he asked, teasingly.
