There's more at the record fair than vinyl!
Chapter 2
It's 7 pm and the doorbell is ringing. It's my wife's new Australian friend, Gavin. They met a couple of months ago at a record show where he had a booth selling vinyl and other stuff. Probably the most geeky place on earth to meet someone new. Gavin noticed the necklaces that my wife was wearing. A person familiar with "Hotwife" jewelry would know the meaning of the charms hanging around her neck. She was a walking advert for "Promiscuous wife looking for fun." I didn't notice her jewelry until they started flirting!
We talked to him, left his booth to do more record shopping, then returned later in the afternoon because my wife wanted to talk with him again. I knew she was keen to test the waters with him, so there was no point in me interfering with what my wife wanted to do, and I really didn't want to . They made arrangements to meet at a local watering hole a couple of hours after the show closed.
We don't live far away so Mary and I made a quick trip home to drop off the vinyl we bought and for her to freshen up for her new friend. Mary took a shower and changed into tighter jeans and a t-shirt that said "NHRA" on the front. It was a subtle joke, but funny nonetheless.
Later that evening we hooked up with Gavin at a pub and after an evening of flirting one thing led to another, and we ended up at Gavin's condo in Springboro. Gavin's basement was full of albums. He had several thousand records arranged by genre lined up on shelves and in boxes on the floor.
After a few drinks my wife and Gavin went upstairs to his bedroom while I stayed in the basement to thumb through the records. I've watched my wife fuck dozens of men, so it's nothing new, but I only have one chance to look through all of these records, so I decided to browse the vinyl then go upstairs and watch her have sex with her new friend. After browsing and listening to records for an hour I went upstairs to watch the action. I don't know how long he fucked her before I got to the bedroom, but he smashed her for another 30 minutes before he finished with her.
Three weeks later while we were getting ready for bed Mary asked me why Gavin hadn't called her to say he had fun or whatever. My wife had spent the last three weeks thinking Gavin didn't like her! I explained to her that the answer was very simple. Gavin didn't have her phone number! The night they met he didn't ask and Mary didn't offer her or my phone number to Gavin.
I kept my mouth shut when we left Gavin's condo leaving that stuff for them to sort out. I was glad that he didn't have a number to call because my wife would have wanted him to bang her every weekend since. After a few minutes I let the cat out of the bag by telling her that he gave me one of his business cards. Now she can call him!
The next day my wife asked for Gavin's business card. I was a little uncomfortable with them talking in private, so I made her use my phone and I chaperoned the conversation between them. Gavin told her that he wanted to call her, but didn't have her number because he didn't think to ask for it. Their conversation was very flirtatious, and eventually a date was made for him to come to our place.
Mary and I have been anticipating his visit for three weeks. Her boy toy has been busy working weekends, so they had to make a date, and today is that day! I can see the excitement on my wife's face, and the sparkle in her eyes. I have to admit that I'm excited to see Gavin to because he showed my wife a real good time, and tonight I have a front row seat.
I didn't know what she was wearing for their date tonight. Did Mary buy something new, or would she dress in something in her closet? My jaw hit the floor when she emerged from our bedroom dressed in an understated but sexy loose black dress that had a plunging neck line giving a hint of what was hiding underneath. Even my wife's makeup was minimal and she had a natural look to her. Now I know why we didn't go through our usual ritual of me tidying up her girly parts. She was letting her carpet grow for a natural look.
Mary and I stood in the foyer as the doorbell rang before answering the door, so she could make any last second adjustments before greeting her guest.
"Do I look okay to you Michael?" then before I could respond Mary says, "Don't keep him waiting honey, open the door!" My wife is as giddy as a school girl to see Gavin again.
I reached for the handle and opened the front door. There he is, my wife's new boy toy dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, cargo shorts, and flip-flops looking every bit a surfer that just came from the beach, and he came with gifts! A bottle in one hand, and an album in the other.
Their eyes met, and my wife greeted him with a very happy "Hello" then she stepped into his open arms for a kiss. As my wife reached up to wrap her arms around his neck her dress rose up revealing her naked ass. They kissed for a few seconds then I interrupted the moment by telling him to get inside before someone sees them. No need to give the neighbors anything to see or talk about!
He handed Mary a bottle of champagne then handed me the record he was carrying. In his hypnotizing Australian voice, "Here's a bottle of bubbly for the beautiful Sheila and a record for you mate. It's the LP that you were listening to at my place. I recon it's the least I can do Mate."
"I'll take the bottle honey. Show Gavin around the house while I put the champagne on ice." I took the bottle from her and that's when I noticed it was a bottle of Don Perignon Vintage 2013. Damn, Gavin is trying to impress us with expensive gifts. The Don Perignon is a $275 bottle of bubbly. They walked away arm in arm to start a tour of our home. My wife and Gavin looked like old friends even though they had only met a few weeks ago.
I went to the kitchen to find a bucket and after filling it up with ice I looked at the album Gavin had given to me. This is an expensive record. I pulled my phone and checked Discogs for a price. It's around, if not more than, $150. Gavin was right, it's the least he can do considering what he's going to do to my wife later.
From the kitchen I can see most of the open floor plan of our house. They were standing by my record collection and stereo equipment at the other end of the living room. Mary didn't get far with the house tour! I didn't want to interrupt the conversation going on between my wife and Gavin, but I was hungry and anxious to get the evening started.
I said, "Let's make some drinks and talk about dinner before you two get carried away." The soon-to-be copulating couple followed me to the kitchen and I asked them to have a seat at the island. I pulled a can of "Coopers" from the frig and offered it to Gavin. I could tell from the look on his face that he was surprised to see beer from Australia.
"Where did you find this Mate? I haven't had Coopers in years."
I explained to Gavin there's a place called "Little Farm" close by that has a huge selection of international beer. The cashier said Coopers was popular so that's what I picked up.