The kids shouting, unfortunately, woke us up the following morning. I just had time to kiss my wife's newly acquired hickey and ask if it was sore. She gave a very cheeky reply, "It's fine thanks. I had this big hunk rub some nice white ointment on it last night."
We were in a lovely mood with each other throughout the day, to the extent that one of our daughters asked 'What are you two on?' We did not get to chat in private all day but as soon as the kids were settled in bed, my dear wife joined me in the lounge. She looked fantastic having put the same clothes as the previous night back on.
"I am surprised you can wear that gear. Are there no stains?"
"It is not the same blouse. That one is already in the wash, it seemed a bit sticky. The skirt is fine I am glad it did not get any marks. I like it, seems to work well." With that, she gave a spin and the pleated part did indeed flare up nicely.
"So is my dear wife intending to go out trapping tonight as well? She looks all prepared."
"This is all for my dear husband, I have already trapped him and intend to keep him. Perhaps it was not a good idea me changing for you, we need to talk. I hope it was not my subconscious that made me change, it may affect your opinion."
"It has already had an effect. I thought you were skilled at spotting the reaction to your appearance. Do you want to check if it is real?"
"Just shut up a minute and get us both a drink. Darling we both got extremely aroused last night, do not get me wrong I have no complaints, but do you think it is safe for me to continue going out on my own. You know I don't mean physically safe, is it safe for our marriage for me to continue?"
"Since you have been going out our marriage is in a better state than it ever has been. You are still the perfect wife and mother but much happier with life in general. Would you really think of going back a few weeks with every day being the same routine?"
"No, I would not like that at all, but it should be both you and me going out together. Perhaps you could show off your wife to other men, but you should not be letting other men touch me. You should be there all the time to fight them off."
"You seem to be having serious thoughts. So the obvious answer of neither of us wants to fight them off probably isn't what you want me to say. When we go out together we have a great time, when we can manage it. Now we realise that you need your weekly break they must continue, you go out and have fun."
"There is fun, like dancing and drinking which is fine. We have already moved into a different kind of fun. I was not wiping vomit off my chest because I had drunk too much last night, I was wiping semen from another man."
"Did I have any complaints? Did you have any complaints? Did some anonymous guy from the University have any complaints?"
"No one was complaining but shouldn't we worry that all three people you mentioned, at least while me were having sex afterwards, would have liked things to go further?"
"We are not having sex at the moment but I can confirm that although it was a nice thought of it splattering over your body there are several other places I would be happy for it to go. I am sure your hunk could have thought of a few as well. You my darling also had some ideas of your own I think."
"What he thought does not matter. It is what you think that does matter more than anything to me."
"I think, know, you have my very full permission to do what ever keeps you in this mood, with the obvious condition that you come home to me afterwards – but send a text if that is likely to be after breakfast."
"Okay, I think you have made that clear. Last night it did not even get near my mouth so I think overnight is a long way off, if ever."
"We both agree then darling, completely safe for our marriage, perhaps next week you will come home with a nice present for me, even a bite mark on your shoulder."
"Take it easy, if it happens it will be in my own time. Actually, next Friday I have plans to collect a very hard bite mark, not on my shoulder though. I think right in the nape of my neck." I must have looked rather puzzled as she added, "I am taking my husband out next week."
Not only following our chat but every night that week we had very good sex sessions. She did not let me near her ass, I had always respected her worry that it would be too painful. However, the hint, as good as a promise, was mentioned each night but I was told to wait.
On the Friday evening, we got rid of the kids. Mandy dressed in her usual sort of gear but this time it was all for my benefit. She had on her high grey stilettos, the pleasing pleated mini, and her white tailored blouse – virtually the same as the previous week. I was going to drive again, which left Mandy to indulge her revived enjoyment of a good drink.
We started at the same pub and had a light meal. Mandy certainly draws plenty of admiring looks theses days, more so I think than before we were married. She seemed to exude both sexuality and confidence and held eye contact with anyone who looked. They got a nice smile if they looked deserving.
She was having a good time just being there. I do not think she was intentionally flirting but plenty of guys must have thought she was. I could imagine if she really turned up the switch a little. She could have at least half the males out in the car park in less than five minutes.
"Bloody hell darling. You are smouldering! Just how many guys come on to you when you are out for the night?"
"Almost all I give my smile to and I smile a lot when I am having fun."
"Well you have been smiling a lot in here. Shall I make them all jealous and take you somewhere else now?"
"That's not a bad line, but I have heard better." She then rubbed my trousers and added, "Hmm, quite hard. Perhaps enough to find somewhere quieter."
