Late for the Date

As always there are thanks to give. Firstly to Randi for the invitation to write in one of her events which is an honour and privilege.

A thank you to my friends who helped with this story. Nelly and Nicole for reading and offering lots of helpful suggestions.

Also to 'OhDave1' for his wonderful editing prowess.

As always, I am a terrible tinkerer. Even with their help, you will find errors. They are mine, and I own them.

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"Jesus Christ," I muttered angrily as the traffic ground to a complete stop. Glancing down at the clock on the radio. I was already nearly an hour late.

A cop wandered down the line of cars. As he neared he motioned for me to wind down my window. "We are waiting for the ambulance and a tow truck. They're struggling to get through the traffic as well. You may as well turn off your engine mate. It's going to be a while."

"Thanks, officer. Any indications on how long it's gonna take?"

"Sorry, Sir. We're talking hours not minutes."

There were already a couple of missed calls from Tamara. Hitting dial, I waited for my ears to burn. It rang until message bank picked up my call.

She must be pissed. She wasn't even answering.

This was supposed to be our newly accepted date night. With both of us working, and young kids needing everything kids of today needed. Sports, school, music lessons, tutoring. We had drifted a little. We talked about it often enough and decided we needed to set aside time just for us. To ensure we focused some attention on our relationship.

I had to admit, they were fun, and we'd had some good nights out. Tonight was supposed to be dinner at one of the newest restaurants in town. First, we were meeting at Gallagher's, a little Irish themed pub not far from her office.

I dialled again, this time leaving a message. "There's been an accident on Nelson Street. Traffic's blocked up as far as I can see. The cops are waiting to get an ambulance and tow truck. Call me when you get this. I'm gonna be late. Like real late."

Getting out of the car I stretched my legs by walking up closer to the accident. Two cars by the look of it. Pretty badly smashed up as well. Looking back down the line of cars I could see and hear the ambulance and tow truck threading their way through the bumper to bumper lines of cars, the flashing lights glaring brightly in the decaying light.

Back in the car, I checked the phone. Still nothing from Tamara. I tried a message in case she had the volume down. Still nothing.

Next was the restaurant. No, they hadn't heard from Tamara either. She wasn't there, which meant she was still at Gallagher's, or she was that pissed at me. She'd gone home.

It just wasn't my day. I had to do two circuits of the streets surrounding Gallagher's to find a park. By the time I pushed open the doors and wandered in. I was quietly fuming. I got it, she was angry because I was late but there was no need to just ignore me.

I walked into the restaurant bar, which is where I expected to find her. Slightly surprised she wasn't sitting at the bar glass of wine in hand. I scanned the rest of the tables and there was no sign of her anywhere.

Leaning on the bar, I waved to get the barman's attention. "Hey mate, have you seen a woman, about 1.7 tall, darkish blonde shoulder length hair?"

He shrugged. "Bro, there's been a hundred women in here tonight. What was she wearing?"

"Not sure, I was supposed to meet her here but I'm running late."

"Yeah nah, sorry bro. Have yah tried the front bar? There's a guy in there playing music if she's into that."

"Cheers dude." Wandering away I reached in and pulled out my phone again. Still no luck. The last place I expected to find her was the public bar. That just wasn't her scene at all. In fact in all our fifteen years together, I couldn't ever recall her venturing into a public bar anywhere.

Pushing open the doors of the public bar I was smashed by the noise. There was indeed a guy in the corner playing guitar and singing, and he was loud. Good, but loud.

There were pool tables and pretty much a full house. The big screens set up around the bar were running a combination of the Blues Highlanders game and the Warriors playing the Bronco's. I wandered over to the bar but still couldn't see her.

By that stage, I was becoming uneasy and wondered if she'd had an accident or something.

That's when I saw her, or more precisely. I saw her arse, all of her legs, and some of her panties. She was leaning over the pool table trying to play a shot. With one leg raised and balancing on the other stiletto-heeled foot.

That probably wouldn't have been so bad, it was the young guy beside her, with his hand on her arse to balance her that caused me the most concern. I watched on in stunned amazement as she played her shot, sinking the ball.

She stood up and cheered at making the shot. Picking up her beer bottle from the side of the table. She clinked her bottle against the young guys, and they drank their toast.

He pulled her into a hug, with one arm around her waist. That was it. I stormed over, grabbed his arm, and flung it away. She spun and staggered back a little, grabbing the pool table for support.

Tamara turned as he staggered away. "Dean..."

I was expecting a fight and stayed focused on the guy. Glaring angrily at him I waited for his assault. That's when I felt the hands close over my shoulder.

"Steady bro. Is there a problem?"

Seeing the two metre tall tattoo covered bouncer. I shook my head. "Just making sure this arsehole took his grabby hands off my wife." That caused a cheer from the surrounding crowd. I was definitely the odd one out. The only man in the whole bar wearing a suit.

"She's your wife?" The bouncer said pointing to Tamara.

"Yes."

Obviously not believing me he turned to Tamara. "Is that true... You his wife?"

She smiled thinly and glared at me before answering. "Yes."

He turned to the other guy and said forcefully, "We got a problem Dude?"

Shaking his head the young guy answered, "No problems here mate. It's all good." He reached out his hand to shake mine. The bouncers hand still clinging tightly to my my shoulder. "Sorry dude, we were just playing pool."

I shook the guy's hand knowing it was the only way the bouncer was going to let me go.

"Where the hell have you been?" Tamara asked breaking into the conversation.

"Stuck in traffic, which you'd know if you answered your bloody phone," I grumbled. At least the huge claw released my shoulder and the man mountain moved away.

"Sorry Dean, my phones up at the bar. The barman was kind enough to plug it in to charge."

"Two hours and you never checked it once?"

She smiled and leaned in for a kiss. "Sorry, I guess I got distracted." She lifted her Tui's and took a long sip. Beer, I'd never seen her drink beer in our whole relationship. Even when we were dating she had always been a wine or Vodka girl. Drinking beer from a bottle... Who was this woman?

The guy who had his hands all over her walked up. "Mate, I'm going for more beer, do you want one?"

"Yeah, I'll have a steiny."

"No worries, it's your liver."

As he walked away I snarled, "What the hell was that all about?"

"What... We were playing pool until you grabbed him."

"He had his bloody hands all over you. What did you expect?"

"He did no such thing."

"When I walked in, I could see right up your dress. I could see your bloody panties for Christ's sake."

"He was just helping me. I had to reach a long way."

"Not with his hand on your arse he didn't. What the hell are you doing in here anyway?"

"I was in the other bar waiting. That's where I met Paul. We had a couple of drinks and he suggested we come in for a couple of games of pool and we could listen to the music."

"Oh yeah, and since when do you drink beer?"

"Everybody else was, so I figured why not... I liked it. What's the problem?"

"The problem is I've been trying to get in touch with you for over two hours. I was worried about you. I walk in here and find you with that guy's hands all over your arse. That's my problem."

"Oh don't be silly. He's a nice guy. We were just playing pool and having a laugh. He's good company."

Just then he returned with the drinks. Tamara took hers and he handed me mine. "Mate, I don't know what fired you up, but if it was me I'm sorry, I didn't mean any offence."

"That's how you behave with married women huh? Put your hands all over their arse."

"Whoa, sorry mate but I was just trying to stop her falling over."

"If that were the case, why didn't you simply hold her by the shoulder or waist?"

"Oh come on Dean. There was no harm in it," Tamara said light-heartedly. "There was nothing going on. His hand slipped."

"Yeah, right..."

"Dude, I'm sorry. We've had a few and I probably overstepped the limits of politeness. But I wasn't trying anything on."

"Yeah all right, apology accepted."

"Sweet."

Turning to Tamara I asked, "Shall we go and get something to eat? I'm bloody starving."

"We got some food earlier. Why not grab one of their bar meals? They're pretty good."

"You ate a bar meal?" I spluttered between my laughter. "You..."

"What..." She snickered. "It was okay. I enjoyed it."

"All right, I'll get something."

"Order more chips, I could eat a few."

I waited at the bar for service. I watched as Tamara and the guy flirted and laughed, then started another game of pool. That frigging dress was so short. I wasn't the only one looking either.

She seemed oblivious, in fact, I think she was enjoying putting on a little show. Paul instead of standing beside her stood behind her enjoying the same view I was seeing.

When my food arrived, I asked for her phone, wondering if she'd been telling the truth. Sure enough, he reached behind him unplugged it, and handed it over.

Back at their lean on table. I handed her the phone. "It's charged now."

"Thanks, Bub." She said as she helped herself to the food, stealing some from my plate.

"So, you a local, Paul?" I asked.

"Nah Bro, I'm from Hamilton. Just in town for a couple of days trying to sell some stuff."

"Who do you work for?"

"Websters, we deal in truck parts, transport and warehouse equipment. I come up a couple of times a month depending on requirements."

"Right, you staying here?"

"That's the one dude. Just came down for food and bumped into Tamara, next door."

"You married?" I asked.

"Yeah nah... Sort of in a relationship, but it's not full on. We don't live together."

"She doesn't come with you?"

"Nah, she's got her own shit going on. She plays netball and stuff. She's come with on a few occasions, but she just got bored."

"Doesn't like shopping huh?" I asked.

"Like is a bit weak dude. She loves it... It's the associated business lunches and dinners that bore her."

"No business tonight then?"

"Nah, the buggers cancelled at the last minute."

They went back to playing pool as I finished my meal. They flirted worse as the evening progressed. Paul seemed like a reasonable bloke, and Tamara certainly enjoyed herself. It had been a long time since I'd seen her as laid back and chilled. She stood beside me at the leaner swaying to the music, laughing and joking.

As the night wound down Paul asked, "Do you guys want to come up for a drink? I've got a nice bottle of scotch."

"No thanks mate. We've got work tomorrow. It's already late."

I glanced at Tamara, and she pouted a little. Driving home, Tamara laid back in the passengers seat and hummed along with the music playing on the radio.

"Fancied that did you?" I asked trying to keep it non confrontational.

"Paul, you mean?"

"Yeah, don't play games. Yes, Paul."

"Yeah, he was sweet, young, handsome and he was good company." Her giggle didn't take away her words.

"You were certainly into him. Flirting, drinking. Makes me wonder... If I hadn't turned up whether you might have ended up in his bed."

"Stop it," she said jokingly. "Since when have you been the jealous husband type?"

"It's the first time I've ever felt like I needed to be. Yeah, we flirt and are easy going with each other. That was different tonight. While I was in that traffic jam, there were six messages from you. Then you meet him and two hours fly by and you don't even check your phone."

"I'm sorry, that was thoughtless. Yes, I was having fun. A young handsome man flirted with me and I enjoyed it... Sorry."

She sulked for a few kilometres before she bit back. "Dean, if it had been the other way around and some gorgeous little hottie had come onto you and flirted and made a fuss over you, I think you would've lapped it up."

"Yeah probably, and I think you would've been spitting tacks as well."

She giggled mischievously. "Probably. I'm sorry but it was fun. There was nothing going on other than two people flirting."

"Yeah, that's because I arrived to spoil the party."

"Yeah, you miserable bastard," she said with a cheeky pout.

"Feel like you missed out do you?"

"Yeah, definitely." Her laugh was musical and teasing. "Sorry, I'm just playing."

"Yeah right," I said finding the role of jealous husband far too easy. Not a position I expected to find myself in. We'd always been open and neither of us would be described as clingy or possessive. For some weird reason it felt different...

At home with the kids off at Tamara's Mum's place having an unusual mid week sleepover. Our date nights were easier to organise during the week. No sports tournaments. No pressures aside from getting away from work early.

Tamara was clearly aroused. The moment the door closed at home. We were locked in a torrid passionate kiss.

She pushed me until my back pressed up against the door, kissing my neck while unbuckling my pants. The anticipation too much. Already I felt an erection growing.

Tamara slowly slid down my torso, all the way to her knees, tearing my pants open. Her soft fingers playfully teasing as she pulled my now firm erection out. She glanced up lovingly, her eyes wide open. Her warm lips kissing its naked tip. Her tongue lavishing the slit with urgent intensity...

Her mouth pressed tightly around my flesh sliding wantonly up and down the shaft. Her wide eyes staring lovingly up at me. It wasn't just a preliminary blowjob. She made love to my cock like it was the most delicious thing she had ever had in her mouth.

I moaned agonisingly, raking my fingers through her glossy locks. Her hand gripping my throbbing cock. stroking slowly, sliding lower to caress my balls.

She continued to suck me as though trying to drain my fading life force completely. Her soft fingers continued to play, caressing my balls fondly. Lost in the fiery sensations, I felt that familiar urgency. I was close to going over the edge.

I wanted it Jesus I wanted it bad, but no, I needed more. I wanted to taste her. Gripping her hair, I knotted my fingers in her hair and tugged lightly. She looked questioningly, but rose to stand.

We kissed passionately my rod now prodding her body urgently. Sliding between her closed legs. Her squishy slippery pussy lips closing around my thrusting cock. She giggled seductively, her eyes full of anticipation. When my hands slipped inside her dress cupping her ripe, cool cheeks, she understood.

The feel of her arms tightening around my neck, her mouth feeding hungrily on my swollen lips. Her body tensed, her whole weight hanging. It eased a little as her legs wrapped around my waist. Turning us both around I pressed her firmly against the cold door. My hands grasping her gorgeous taut arse cheeks, pushing aside her panties. I slid my cock up into her moist slippery pussy.

She gasped loudly, her breath taken by my fierce thirst. "fuck." Her voice strident and needful. Her mouth feasting on mine as the hunger grew. Like a wild animal she kissed and sucked on my lips, moaning concupiscently.

I thrust deeper up into her as our mouths parted, hers gaped openly in a salacious squeal of pleasure.

My fingers dug deeply into her arse cheeks as she bounced and ground viciously on my deeply embedded dick. The moment grew quickly, the ferocious passionate hunger overwhelming us both. It wasn't lovemaking, it was a furious yearning fuck, the door rattling on its hinges as her body banged against it.

"Harder." She whimpered. "Don't stop baby, don't fucking stop."

As if I had any control... Her body bucked and jerked convulsing powerfully. I felt a change, her pussy tightening. Her legs and arms squeezing around me. Her nails digging into my flesh as she moaned repeatedly, 'Yes, yes, yes..."

It was over so quickly The moment my cum subsided, we slid down the door two panting sweaty satisfied bodies. Melting into a wet pile on the cold hardwood floor.

It was later after making love as a tender juicy follow-up I asked, "How far would you have gone with Paul?"

She smirked evilly. "Oh I don't know. Maybe four hundred metres."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, honestly Dean. I don't know how far away his room was."

"You would have gone back to his room then?"

"No silly, of course not. I'm teasing you. We were having fun. It's been a while since a sexy young man made a fuss of me."

"I make a fuss of you all the time."

"Don't get all twisted up over it Honey. You already admitted if it were you and a gorgeous young woman flirted with you it would have been exactly the same. So don't play the outraged husband. It is a bad look for you."

As we drifted off to sleep she said. "Why is it a big deal anyway? In the past we've often talked and fantasised about such things."

"I suppose that's true, but it's a bit different when it's right in your face."

"You think I should be more discreet. Keep it a secret?"

"No, I bloody don't," I gasped in shock.

She laughed as she snuggled in behind me. "Gee you make it easy sometimes. Come on babe. I was teasing."

"You weren't tonight. You were pretty blatant."

"You were there. I wasn't doing anything behind your back."

"Really, I was there for a while watching before you knew I was there."

"Pervert," she snickered. "You're lucky you didn't get arrested."

"I wasn't the only one watching. That bloody dress was so short every guy in the place could see your arse."

It was a week or so later when late one night as we were climbing into bed she said to me, "Would it have been a big deal if I had gone back to his room?"

I knew immediately what she meant, but I played dumb to see where she was going. "Not sure I understand."

"The other night at the pub. What if I'd gone up to Paul's room? Would it have been a big deal?"

Her calm relaxed manner made me nervous. "Did he ask you?"

"No, I've just been thinking about it and your reaction. What would you have said if I did."

"Just so we're clear. You're talking about having sex with him."

"Yes."

"Is that something you want?"

"Don't give me questions. Simply tell me. What would you have said?"

"I don't know. Thinking about how angry I was seeing his hands all over your arse, I reckon we would be having a whole different conversation. I can't say for sure."

"But you would've been pissed?"

"Oh hell yeah. Pissed might be underselling it."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Tell me why you'd be angry?"

"Oh this is getting stupid. You would've cheated on me. Of course I'd be bloody angry."

"Okay then. What say I asked for permission first?"

"Where's this going, Tamara? If you'd asked me if you could have sex with him I would've said no. You wouldn't have my permission."

"Oh okay. But why?" she asked, her voice barely audible "Why wouldn't you let me?"

"Because we're married."

"Whoa, slow down. Remember back a few years and we went up to Pete's parents bach and found all those porno DVD's. We watched all of them and then for months afterwards we talked about fantasies and stuff. We talked about things like this. You seemed pretty open to it then."