Saturday evening we were back to double dates, and even I was getting a bit bored with them, so I was looking forward to my wife taking the next step. Sunday Peter was taking my wife out to lunch, and it seemed unlikely that they would have sex that time, so it would almost certainly be the following weekend.
In the longer term, I was pretty sure that the double dates would end, unless they were double dates in the bedrooms of David's apartment.
Sunday afternoon, Sheila yet again did something to jerk my chain. When she let herself into our apartment, Peter followed her in and he offered me his hand to shake.
"It's great to meet you Rob." He said as we clasped hands.
This was surreal, here I was shaking hands with my wife's future lover.
"Good to meet you too Peter,but quite a surprise." I replied.
"Ha ha, it must be." He chuckled.
"I'm glad to see you two getting on," my wife said to both of us, "Rob, why don't you make us all some coffee, while I slip into something more comfortable."
Peter settled on the sofa, while I went into the kitchen.
A few minutes later I carried the coffee cups into the lounge and set one down in front of Peter, one next to his for my wife, on the assumption that she would sit with him, rather than with me, and then mine next to my favourite TV chair. I had decided that it would avoid any awkward moments if Sheila couldn't sit next to me, even if she wanted to, which I doubted.
Almost immediately my wife came into the lounge. She'd changed into a baby doll dress which she sometimes wore around the apartment if it was really hot. It was extremely short, almost completely see through, and floaty.
She sat down on the sofa, very close to Peter, and they started kissing. Peter's hand slid up the inside of her right thigh and reach the gusset of her tiny thong, and started rubbing up and down.
"Peter darling, I need you to stop for a bit, so I can concentrate on what I want to say to my husband."
"Of course, no problem." He said as he removed his hand.
"OK, now, Rob darling, I need to explain why we're here. Please be patient, and let me finish before you say anything. I'm taking a big gamble here and I'm hoping I haven't made a terrible miscalculation."
"OK." I replied, feeling very conflicted.
"We had such a lovely lunch together, and I was thinking that I would like to go ahead and have sex with Peter today, rather than wait for the weekend. I told him my decision, which he was obviously very happy about, but we couldn't decide where. I didn't like the idea of doing it in David's rather sordid apartment, and Peter offered to book a hotel room, but that also felt a bit sleazy, but then I realised that since you are fully aware of my relationship with Peter, why don't we just come here and make love in our lovely bed."
I was dumbstruck. She had brought her future lover home to have sex with him in our marital bed. I was on the verge of getting extremely angry, or crying, but I tried my best to hold it together and not make a fool of myself.
"Please think hard before you say anything darling. This doesn't change anything, and I think it's best if we are completely open about what's happening." She told me.
I had to think about the situation. On the one hand, the idea of my wife and her lover having sex for the first time in our marital bed, whilst I was in the lounge and could hear them clearly was incredibly erotic, on the other hand, I didn't know if I could keep my cool and not murder both of them. I said nothing for a few moments.
"Please say something, you're scaring me darling." She said, sounding scared, which I liked.
"OK, go ahead then, but please just get on with it! I'm right on the edge of what I can live with here." I told her.
"Come on Peter." She said as she stood up and held her hand out to him.
Peter got up and followed my wife towards our bedroom. I was totally dumbstruck, it had never occurred to me for one moment that they would ever have sex in our bed, or have sex whilst I was in the same apartment, and it certainly never entered my head that they might have sex for the very first time, in our bed, with me listening from another room.
I expected to hear the door being closed, but I didn't. What I did hear was the noise of the cushions being thrown off the bed and onto the floor, then clothes also being thrown on the floor, then my wife's voice.
"Mmnnn, I'm glad to see you are looking forward to this darling. My what a monster you've got there, just what I was hoping for, come on baby, just take me."
"Don't you want some foreplay first?" He asked.
"We've had weeks of foreplay sweety, just shove it right in, fuck me!"
"Oh God, your pussy feels so good." He told my unfaithful wife.
"I love your cock baby, it's so big and hard."
I could hear them fucking. Grunts, moans, heavy breathing. I thought I was going to be violently sick, I hated hearing them copulating, fucking, rutting! How could my loving wife put me through that hell? It was pure torture, and I could feel tears welling up.
I had to get out of there! I put my shoes on, put on a jacket, grabbed my phone and walked out, slamming the door behind me. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I mourned the end of my marriage. I knew I couldn't live with such a situation, a stranger in my own home, I would calm down, and later, after he was gone, I would go back and pack some bags.
I had no idea where I would go, but anywhere would be better than being in that apartment.
I walked along the Thames Path, skirted round The Hilton hotel, toyed with the idea of having a drink but decided that I wasn't smart enough for that bar, and decided to press on and go into one of the old dark pubs which are further up stream.
After about ten minutes my phone rang. I knew it was my wife, because I have a special ring for her. I ignored it. A minute or so later it rang again and I ignored it again. About two minutes after that she rang again, and I decided that I might as well get it over with.
"Hello." I said.
"Thank goodness you answered, please, come home darling, I'm so very, very sorry! I did a terrible thing, I don't want to lose you, I love you, please come home!"
"I'm not coming home with that man there." I said with bitterness in my voice.
"He isn't here, I sent him away, I told him I never want to see him again. Please come back so we can talk." She begged.
"OK....I'll walk back." I conceded, feeling some relief but still very angry.
As I walked, I calmed down a bit, and thought through the sequence of events which had led us to this point. The more I thought about it dispassionately, the more I realised that I had to accept some of the blame. Bringing the guy back to our apartment to fuck in our bed was a huge error of judgement on her part, but prior to that I had encouraged her repeatedly.
She had proposed stopping the whole double dating thing, and each time I had persuaded her to carry on. I certainly wasn't a wronged husband in this. I decided that I would forgive her for her mistake, and take the blame, or at least a part of it, for everything else. I felt that her sister should also take some responsibility, but that wasn't something I could say.
I opened the door and walked into the hall, and Sheila leapt into my arms and kissed me, then fell to her knees and buried her face in my crotch.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!" She kept saying over and over.
"Get up my love, you are forgiven." I told her, and kissed her on her lips.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she said, "I promise I'll never be unfaithful again!"
I led my repentant wife into the lounge, sat her on the sofa, then joined her and just cuddled her. We stayed that way for quite a while, then she started to cry quietly.
"No need to cry my love, everything is ok now." I said in as warm and loving a tone as I could manage.
"I know, I'm just so relieved, and so aware of what a wonderful man you are." She responded.
