The following Saturday morning Sheila told me that she wanted to go shopping to get some new clothes, as she was in danger of having to start wearing outfits on her dates which she'd worn on a previous one.
"You don't have to come with me, if you don't want to my love." She told me.
"I want to come with you my love. I've hardly seen you all week."
"And won't be with me this evening." She added.
"Please don't stress about it." I suggested.
"Won't it be weird, helping me choose clothes to wear to go on a date with another man?" She asked.
"I'm hoping you might wear those same clothes when you go out with me some time." I countered.
"Yes my darling, of course I will."
"So that's fine then. Shall I shower first?" I offered.
"OK." She accepted.
We took the tube to Westfield in Stratford, east London, and began with a coffee at the Costa near the entrance.
"I assume that we are looking for dresses?" I asked.
"Yes, and don't suggest short ones, you know I don't like my legs." She told me.
I knew that she wouldn't accept short dresses, so I was aiming for thin, clingy, or maybe semi see through. Another possibility would be dresses with plunging necklines to show off her breasts, which are spectacular by anyone's standard.
"I understand my love, I was thinking of more dresses like the one you wore last Saturday." I explained.
I won't detail a whole day spent selecting and trying on various dresses, however, I can report that by the end of the day my wife had chosen three dresses which were fairly sexy. Not my very favourites but much edgier than anything she had in her wardrobe. Two were extremely clingy, showing off her lovely bum to perfection, and one was quite see through in the right light. Of course, I had to lie about how see through it was and how much the others clung to the cheeks of her bum, but, amazingly, I succeeded, and as we were heading home it occurred to me that my wife was a little too easy to persuade. Clearly she wanted to make her new beau lust after her.
Following on from that, I began to think that the original proposition by telephone from Carol, followed by the extension from one date, to an unspecified number of dates, also happened a little too easily. I concluded that Sheila probably already knew the whole set up beforehand and stage managed it so that I would think I had persuaded her. She obviously really wanted to have a fling with this good looking younger guy, and I had to assume that the goal was to start sleeping with him.
I couldn't have been happier and resolved to continue to go along with the charade, so that she could get to the point where she was having great, and hopefully frequent sex with Peter.
"What's the plan for tonight darling?" I asked as she was finishing getting ready, putting on one of the clingy dresses, "you look gorgeous, by the way.
"We're starting at The Horniman again, after which I think we're having dinner and dancing somewhere.
"That sounds nice. Have a lovely evening."
"Thank you darling, I'll try to be good."
"I'd rather you relaxed and enjoyed yourself." I told her.
"I'll bear that in mind. Bye my love." She said, and blew me a kiss as she left.
"Love you." I called, just before the door closed.
I desperately wanted to see my wife with her future lover again, especially now I was pretty sure that the whole thing was a set up to lead me to accepting her having an affair. I decided to try to arrive ahead of her this time, and get myself settled on the balcony, with a beer in my hand, before they arrived.
I changed as quickly as I could and shot out of the door.
The travel gods were obviously on my side, or maybe it's the god of cuckolds, because I walked almost straight on to the Jubilee line train, and was at the pub before any of the two couples.
About ten minutes later, Peter walked in and headed straight to the bar and got his beer and Sheila's Prosecco. He'd just finished paying and was walking away from the bar and looking for a place to sit when my wife walked in.
She saw him and headed straight towards him. He couldn't do much as he had a glass in each hand, so he just spread his arms. My, soon to be unfaithful, wife, put both her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips.
Obviously, it wasn't a long, passionate, snog, because they were in the middle of a crowded pub, but it was a lover's kiss, rather than a friends kiss. It made me so incredibly excited that my heart was beating very fast, and I worried that I might have a heart attack, but I was OK.
After the kiss they managed to find a table, and since it was in the corner, they were both able to sit almost side by side, and as soon as Peter had settled the drinks safely, he put his hands behind my wife's head and pulled her in for a much longer mouth to mouth kiss.
As he pulled back, Sheila was smiling happily at him.
I decided to leave before I actually had a heart attack.
Once I was home I wasted no time and lay on the bed and pumped my little dick into a pair of my wife's granny pants, and erupted in just a few minutes. There was no ejaculate, of course, because I no longer have a prostate, but it was a very enjoyable orgasm, nonetheless. For the rest of the evening I couldn't think about much other than the kiss my wife gave her lover when she arrived at the pub, and the one he gave her when they sat at the table. I started to wonder how many more kisses they would share by the end of the evening, and whether this was the night that they would start having sex.
Then I had to masturbate again.
For the rest of the evening, I drank whisky, and tried to watch television, but I found it very hard to concentrate. For a little while I fell asleep in the chair, and only woke up at about eleven thirty. Sheila still wasn't home, but I wasn't really expecting her because she had said they were going dancing, although I did wonder whether in fact, they might have gone to bed together, maybe at the apartment he was sharing with Carol's lover.
I wasn't at all sure that she would tell me the truth, after seeing those kisses.
I decided to go to bed, and within minutes I was asleep again.
"Sorry darling, did I wake you?" Sheila said when I put my head up from the pillow.
"Yes, but it doesn't matter. I'm glad to know you're home safe. How was your evening? Did you have fun?" I asked, hoping for some admission about what really happened.
"Yes, thank you my love, I enjoyed myself. I'll tell you all about it in the morning. Let's skip church and have a nice lie in." She suggested as she undressed and got ready for bed.
She was still wearing her thong, and didn't go to shower, so I concluded that she probably hadn't had sex.
I didn't know whether I was disappointed or relieved. Before my trio of climaxes I was sure that I wanted my wife to have sex with her new boyfriend, but after so much sexual relief, I felt very unsure.
In the morning I was awake about an hour before Sheila, but I just lay in bed quietly, letting her sleep off the excitement of her night out.
"Morning darling," she said when she finally woke up, "have you been awake long?"
"About an hour. Did you sleep well?" I asked.
"Yes thank you, but I've woken up really horny. Do you want to touch me?" She asked.
"I always want to touch you, my love. Take your shorts and panties off and I'll give you a nice orgasm."
"Mmmnn, that sounds lovely," she said as she removed all her clothes, "please make it last a long time, I feel really sexy this morning."
I started to gently run my fingers up and down her pussy lips, just letting her arousal build nice and slowly. For quite a long time my fingers didn't go near her little sex button, and as she got wetter and wetter I started to insert first one finger, then two fingers into her distended vagina.
