The week and a half before my meeting and my wife's first dinner date passed so slowly, we both seemed on edge all the time. It was not a topic of conversation between us though, we were both dealing with it in our own way.
The two days leading up to that Friday were tense, but the one thing we were both sure about, was that it would happen. We were too excited to change our minds after the outcome of the last two occasions. It wasn't just my weird desire, but Angela was like a different woman she was more confident, and said she felt very desirable and attractive.
I understand that it's difficult for most men to allow freedom to their partners to discover their own sexuality and desires. If a guy 'cheats' or has several women he is a 'stud', sadly however, a woman will be labelled a slut by those very same insecure men.
My wife was on her own journey of discovery and sexual awakening and why should I discourage her.
Time passed and the day had arrived.
Friday morning.
"I'm off to work now love, I'll see you tonight then."
"Okay, you haven't forgotten have you? I'm still on for dinner with Pete, is that alright?"
"Don't be silly, I've been nervously waiting for today, of course it's okay, have fun love."
We kissed longer than usual and held each other tightly, we were still very much in love.
Her passing words were, "see you tonight then...I'll text you."
I had a huge smile on my face as I drove off.
Friday Lunch time.
Angela went shopping for her date with Pete at a well known High Street sex shop. It had to be something revealing, the dress was red, very low cut and extremely short, very tarty and complemented her curvy body. It was something she probably wouldn't wear in public. She also bought some new deliciously sexy black underwear, thinking it would make her feel more desirable (no need, she looked good in anything).
Later she told me she was so nervous she spent three hours to get ready for him.
Friday Early Evening.
My meeting was dragging on, and we still had a fair amount to discuss plus dinner after. I received a text from Angela with a picture of her outfit. I was shocked as she hadn't mentioned it to me. She looked stunning, dressed to seduce, to be honest I felt envious. Text message.
"What do you think?"
"Hot babe, very hot!"
"Love you."
"Love you too, have fun, and please don't forget to text me."
"Will do, bye."
Shortly after, text message.
"I'm at Pete's, he likes my new dress I can't believe I wore it tonight."
Friday Mid Evening.
I was discussing business over dinner, my mobile vibrated in my pocket. I glanced down whilst listening to a colleague, another picture text, I must have looked shocked. He even asked if everything was okay, I made up an excuse about a sick relative, but the reality was very different.
The picture showed my wife with the red dress dropped down to her waist, no bra, my friends head was covering one of her tits, obviously sucking on it and his other hand groping the other. Angela had a large smile as she had taken the selfie. The text message...
He LOVES my big boobs, he especially enjoys sucking hard on them. It's really getting me in the mood for it.
I could feel my cock stiffen with the thought of what was happening at that very moment, what would the next message be I wondered. It was very difficult to concentrate on any conversation with the excitement of any further updates from my wife.
After another twenty minutes my mobile went again, I was taken a little by surprise, this time it was from Pete's mobile, I nervously opened the text. It was another picture, showing my wife lying back on his bed, naked except for a tiny pair of back panties which I hadn't seen her wear before. The text read, 'Angie has a gorgeous body, text me back immediately if you want us to stop right now, I can't resist her any longer'.
I was so confused with mixed emotions, I was envious but also so excited I wanted my wife to have fun. I put my phone back in my pocket and did not reply, my heart was racing in anticipation.
I was left on the edge for an hour and a half before my mobile vibrated again. I made my excuses and took off the the gents restroom, very anxious of the what the next picture would show. I was disappointed to see only a text without any picture this time. It was a very short message, just two lines
"Ooops I did it again!!"
"Don't wait up."
I was slightly stunned but again feeling very excited, I wanted all the details, I made my excuses as the business had come to a close. I was home by midnight expecting to see my wife's car on the drive. The drive was clear, I was home first, I thought she would have been home long before me.
They must have fallen asleep or something, it was agonising not to call her but she did say don't wait up. Finally I went to bed but no way could I sleep, my heart was racing thinking about them together. I began to masturbate, what had they been up to this time, did she really have sex with him again. I imagined them together as I played with myself, did they actually do it, I was desperate to know the details.
I was just dozing off as a taxi pulled up outside at 2 am, the door closed and I could hear my wife creeping up the stairs. I think she was hoping I would be asleep to avoid too many questions in the early hours.
The bedroom is always dimly lit from the streetlights, without a word said, I watched her dress drop to the floor, she had no underwear and her blonde hair was a mess.
"Did you have fun love"?
"Oh hi, I didn't expect you to still be awake, sorry I'm late, yes, we had fun alright, a whole lot of fun, he loves my body."
