The waitress stopped at the corner of the table and placed the blood red envelope in front of the impeccably dressed woman.
"Your gentleman friend has paid the bill and he asked me to give you this."
"That gentleman is my husband," replied the woman, with a smile. "Thank you."
Cynthia looked at the envelope on the table. Scrolled across its' crimson face were the words, "If You Dare" Cynthia gazed around the restaurant for her husband, wondering what he had in store for her tonight. He had warned her that this night was going to be special. They had both been so busy with work and kids, that this was the first night they had alone together in the last three months. When they realized that they were going to be able to have a actual date-night, Geoff told his phenomenal wife that he would make all the arrangements, and that she should be prepared for a night like she had never experienced before. So far, the night was beautifully laid out for her. Geoff took her shopping for a new outfit to wear to dinner, took her to see some jazz at, The Yardbird Suite, and then took her to dinner at, Corso 32. The Michelin rated eatery was just a stone's throw from the chic boutique, Union Bank Inn. The hotel that Geoff had booked a room for the night.
She was starting to worry a little, as their bedroom antics of late incorporated a variety of toys and imagined third parties. Cynthia had made it painfully clear that the fantasy of extra play partners was fun, but that was a far as she was willing to take it. She knew that Geoff wanted to experience more and that he was more than willing to share her with another lover. He loved seeing her turned on and what got him off was seeing her climax. He wanted her to live out her fantasy, and in doing so he would be able to live out his.