I shouldn't have been surprised, after all, it was my idea. For years I'd told her that it would be possible to become attracted to another man, and it would be ok with me to act on her fantasies if the situation should arise. I encouraged her to be open to it. Frankly, the idea excited me.
That's how we enhanced our lovemaking as man and wife, sharing each others' fantasies and exploring each others minds. And that's how I found myself, unexpectedly alone, certain that my wife was out with another man.
It was a Wednesday. We had gone to dinner with a couple of friends. But when we left home, she told me that she wanted to be home by 10 PM. She said there was a man at work who had been flirting with her, and she found herself very attracted him. I'd heard his name, knew he was divorced, and even that he was engaged to be married in the coming months. But that didn't matter. He was going to be at a bar later in the evening, and invited her to stop by, and she accepted.
Butterflies filled my stomach but, as requested, I had her home by ten. She went straight to her closet and changed into a pair of tight black slacks over her panties and pantyhose, and a green sweater. I could see that she was excited, perhaps my watching her change contributed. It was an outfit she knew I liked, one that really accentuated her sexy figure. By 10:30 she was ready to leave. I told her to have fun, not thinking of any particular meaning. What else could I say?
The house was quiet. I was anxious about what this would mean for our relationship, but I was also incredibly aroused. She said she was going to meet him at the bar for a drink. But what else might happen? My imagination ran wild.
I fell asleep around 1:00 and didn't hear her return. At 4:00 I woke up and noticed that I was still alone in bed. I got up and looked out. Her car was in the driveway.
There was an armchair in the den and when I walked in, that was where I found her. Slumped, asleep, for how long I couldn't tell. But her slacks were unzipped and pushed halfway down her legs, and her right hand was inside her panties and pantyhose. She was very sound asleep. Clearly she had been drinking, I could smell vodka on her breath. I could see the dark spot on her slacks, where theyβd gotten wet pressed between her legs. I touched it, then knelt down, and sniffed it.
I imagined that she came home pretty drunk and needed to finish something that had so obviously been started. Then she must have fallen asleep in the chair. She had that look, like she'd just climaxed, and passed out.
I was rock hard. Before falling asleep, wondering what she was doing, I resisted the urge to masturbate. Kneeling before her, I resisted again. I gently shook her awake.
She gained a semblance of consciousness. I urged her to come to bed and helped her undress. The sweater came over her head while she was still sitting. Her bra was askew, half off her breast. I removed it. I unstrapped her heels, and helped pull her slacks off. Before she stood up, I helped her lift her hips and slid down the hose and panties.
I picked up her slacks and pulled her to her feet. I pressed the slacks to my nose, where they were wet, and inhaled the evidence of whatever had happened to her earlier. I became eager to know.
In bed she told me. He was at the bar with a friend. He bought her a vodka and tonic and then another. Alcohol loosens her inhibitions. She loves flirting. I've watched her do it at parties, and I imagine they got quite a show. She told me she danced for them, and rubbed herself against them, particularly the guy who had invited her.