"Hey Brad, it's Mike. Rachel mentioned... that she wants me to, uh, text you. I'm sorry, this is a bit awkward. She said you might be able to, ummm... help us out."
My heart raced as I hit send, Rachel's eyes burning into me. "God I love you. I'll leave it to you to arrange things with Brad, I'm sure you'll organize something 'speciall for your birthday."
I stared down at my phone, waiting for Brad to respond. My throat tightened with anticipation as I saw the three little dots appear on my phone.
"Ah, Mike, I was wondering when you were going to find the nerve to text me. Rachel's still an absolute babe, I'd love nothing more than to help you both out with this little fantasy of yours."
"Appreciate you being open to this Brad. Just know that it is a one-time thing"
"I know that, Mike. It was always purely sex with us no emotions, although I do sometimes miss how she used to come to my place late at night;l just desperately begging for my cock. I kind of like the idea of showing you how slutty Rachel can be for me."
The words hit me like a punch in the gut. What had I just started? Was I really going to allow Brad to have my wife? I couldn't deny how the feeling of excitement that had taken ahold of me, I could feel my pulse quicken in my throat.
"So, I was thinking maybe you could come over for dinner next Friday and see where things go from there. Is that okay?"
"That sounds nice and casual, but I have other plans in mind. I'm going to take Rachel on a date. Just the two of us. You'll make the reservation and pay of course. You know, just so we can get reacquainted. Make sure nothing is awkward before we come back and put on a little show for you. Okay?"
I gulped as I realized that I was going to have to give up control. "Yah, sure, um I guess." I responded nervously.
"Good boy, why don't you make a reservation at Mario's Kitchen downtown. Make sure it is a VIP booth. I'll swing by and pick up Rachel at 6. Oh and Mike, make sure she's wearing that sexy lingerie that you bought her."
"Okay, see you then." I replied nervously.
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I heard the knock at the door.
My heart raced as Rachel opened the front door as I watched from the shadows of our living room, fighting the urge to barge out and call this off before it was too late. But I couldn't move, I wanted this to happen too badly. I could feel my heart quicken as I watched Brad step through the front door, his muscular physique obvious under his fitted sports coat. I watched as Rachel smiled at her old fuck buddy, her eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement. I could barely believe my eyes as Brad's lips met Rachel's in a passionate kiss. Watching Rachel lean into Brad, pressing herself against his chest as they shared a long, lingering embrace. I watched as Brad's hands crept slowly down Rachel's back, gripping the soft fabric of her black satin dress. The way it hugged Rachel's figure so tightly, emphasizing her curves in a way that drove me mad with desire every time I looked at her. Watching as Brad's hands grasped Rachel's ass, pulling her generous hips into him exposing a glimpse of Rachel's lacy lingerie beneath. The smell of Rachel's perfume, mingling with the woody scent of Brad's cologne drove me wild. As the moment stretched on, I couldn't help but wonder what I was getting us into.
Brad's lips finally parted from Rachel's, aand she was left gasping for breath while his hands hugged the curve of her hips. "Let's go," Brad demanded seductively, locking his eyes with me for just a brief moment before he turned towards the door. Rachel's cheeks were flushed with a deep shade of pink as she bit her bottom lip and looked back at me. I took a deep breath as I watched her grab her purse and walk out the door, turning to blow me a kiss before shutting the door firmly behind her. Each click of the door lock echoed like a gunshot, as I was left alone in the living room. As the silence grew thicker, I fantasized about what lay ahead and hoped that they would come home soon. The anticipation, the longing, and the jealously formed a confusing jumble of emotions that left me mad with arousal.
I nervously paced the rooms of our Upper East Side apartment, my eyes checking the clock for the hundredth time in the last hour. I knew that Brad wanted to have some alone time with Rachel to reconnect over dinner before coming back here and letting me watch as he fucked my wife. But imagining them alone together at dinner, the thought of my wife on a date with another man, Brad putting his hand on her thigh and whispering in her ear about what he was going to do with her drove me wild with both envy and desire. I kept replaying their passionate kiss as they left over and over again in my head. The anticipation was more than I could handle, I needed to know how the date was going, so I picked up my phone and sent Rachel a text message.
"Hey, just checking in. How is everything going? Are you guys still at the restaurant?"
I stared impatiently at my phone desperate for a response. The suspense was killing me as I imagined Rachel kissing Brad at dinner, laughing at his jokes, touching him arm, acting as his girlfriend in public. I tried to distract myself by doing some chores, burying myself in a mindless task of cleaning and tidying our apartment, but my thoughts kept drifting back to images of Rachel and Brad. I imagined Brad pinning Rachel against the wall in a quiet corner of the restaurant, his muscular body pushing against her as his hands explored Rachel's curves and she moaned quietly with pleasure. The thought made my cock twitch in my jeans, feeling waves of jealously wash over me.
I started to get nervous that I hadn't heard back from Rachel after texting her over an hour earlier. I started to worry and sent her another message.
