(Writers note: This is a short story not much background just a scene in a marriage. If you want a longer "Story" look elsewhere. As always a spoiler for you no cuckolds here, just a couple sorting out a problem. Just a word of warning nothing is as it seems at first. One last thing no cuckolding or swinging or swapping take place in this story. This is a stand-alone story involving Mr and Mrs Smith from a previous story.)
Mrs Smith goes on a Date.
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I walked through the front door of our house and called out to my wife of ten years.
"Hello Carrie, your man is home." It was Friday evening, 6 O'clock to be precise.
We try not to do the "Honey I'm home," speech every time so I change the script occasionally and Carrie does the same thing. Tonight I called out and looked in the living room, Carrie wasn't there. I walked into the kitchen and nope not there either.
I walked through the living room and looked outside just to see if my wife was outside in the garden. Nope, not there either. I was getting concerned, the house was quiet, too quiet.
"Carrie?" I said louder than I intended.
"Honey? Sorry, I'm upstairs, I just took a shower and I'm getting ready to go out." A muffled voice came from upstairs.
I walked upstairs and looked in the bathroom, my wife was applying red lipstick to her lips. I could see she had already applied her make-up. She had washed and blow-dried her hair. The dress she was wearing was a classic evening dress, the LBD except it was red, so LRB then. She wore high heeled shoes that matched the colour of her dress, bright red.
I had bought all this clothing and shoes for my wife a couple of months ago this was the first time I saw her wear them, the occasion to wear them had not come up recently. I walked up behind her and started stroking her firm and beautiful arse. I then kissed her neck as she looked at me in the bathroom mirror.
"Um, honey, Gary, this isn't for you, I'm going out with some friends from work. You know we talked about this, you said I could go out occasionally with a friend from once a month. Well, I have been persuaded to go out tonight. I'm sorry it's short notice but it was a spur of the moment thing."
I stopped touching her and stood back. Thinking quickly I said, "Ah, yes I remember now. You said you wanted a night out occasionally with a friend from work."
"Now honey, don't get upset you know I will be home on time, probably about 11 o'clock, maybe a bit later we will see, you will come and pick me up won't you,?"
"Of course, in fact I will drive you there, where are you going?"
"It's that bar we talked about going to, the one I want to go to for my birthday."
I thought for a moment, "Ah yes I remember, that bar that has three different dance floors and three restaurants, isn't it called "Sparkles"?"
"Yes, my love, now how do I look?"
She stood up straight and turned around. I looked her up and down slowly and by my smile she knew I approved. She did a pirouette for me then kissed me on the lips.
"Okay honey, time to go." She said with a smile.
"Not just yet, if you are going out tonight I want a down payment on the night out." With that I picked her up and laid her down on the bed. We then kissed each other hard our tongues fighting with each other, i quickly unzipped my trousers and Carrie took off her knickers.
She took hold of my cock and rubbed it up and down her vagina lips, teasing herself, I could feel she was already getting wet, her juices covered my cock. As we dry humped each other I reached down and rubbed my wife's clit, it made her gasp and without really thinking about it she pulled my cock inside her. Once I was inside her I started to fuck her hard and fast, we both liked soft love making but at a time like this we also liked to fuck.
And we did Carrie giving back as much as I could give her, after pounding away and with her legs wrapped around me we both climaxed. We lay there for another ten minutes jut kissing and hugging and saying loving words of endearment. We eventually disengaged from each other and Carrie changed her underwear and reapplied her make-up and lip stick.
She then went into the bedroom picked up her leather jacket put it on then walked downstairs, I followed her watching her sway her arse as she walked. We went outside and Carrie got into the car as I locked the door.
As we drove we, just to make small talk we talked about our day and moaned about our colleagues and how useless they are and of course how bad the management are. When we got to the bar we could see it was busy. Cars and people were everywhere. I found a space and leant over to kiss my wife.
She returned that kiss and soon our tongues were touching. But eventually we pulled apart.
"Carrie, I hope you are taking precautions to stay safe," I said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes my love, don't worry."
She patted her handbag and also touched her thigh were there was a small but significant bulge.
"Okay my love stay safe and enjoy yourself, don't talk to any strange men," I said as she climbed out of the car.
She turned and said, "I will try, just don't forget to pick me up at 11 o'clock, it might be earlier but I will let you know either way."
I saw her head into the bar and then I drove home. When I got home I went upstairs and changed into more casual clothing. I put on a sweatshirt and black jeans. I then put the strap over my head and secured a heavy metal item so it wouldn't fall out. I then picked up another item and put it in a strap around my ankle.
I then went downstairs and made myself a coffee. I watched a bit of tv made myself a sandwich and then after about an hour checked my phone for any messages from my wife. Nothing so far.
I sent her a text and asked how it was going.
The message came back:
"Fine, don't worry we have just finished dinner, and we are going upstairs to dance. Don't worry I am only drinking soft drinks, my date got a bit annoyed about that. Talk soon."
She sent me a Selfie of her drinking a can of Pepsi, I could see her date in the background looking annoyed, I think because she was chatting to me.
Things appeared under control for the moment, so I had another coffee and watched a program on tv. I received two messages from my wife updating me on the progress of the night.
Mainly she sent selfies of herself dancing and at one stage in the toilet. She was taking photos of her breasts and at one stage she lifted her dress and showed me her lace underwear complete with suspender belt and stockings. Yes she liked to have fun while working, but I will stress only with me.
I texted back, 'Tease,"
She sent a laughing face back.
About twenty minutes later she text me a photo of her and her date. He had his arm around my wife's shoulders and appeared to be kissing my wife on the cheek. My wife's expression was a forced smile. I could tell she was not enjoying being with him.
I looked at the time, it was now 10.30pm and it was probably time to start thinking about heading out. As I did so I sent a text to a friend of ours who knew about the situation and would be there to help if needed it's good to have back up.
Okay it's probably time to explain myself before things kick off. My wife and I are what you could call, "Bounty hunters" we can be hired to track down and take into custody criminals that the police don't want to bother with or don't have time to deal with them.
In this instance it is a criminal called, Leroy Jones, a tall well built black man he has been forcing women to have sex with him, by "forcing" I mean date rape drugs or forced or coerced into drinking excessive alcohol which of course then leads to blackmail.
What makes it easy for him is he owns the bar. He singles out beautiful women and separates them from their friends. With the help of various bouncers and staff members who usually get involved with the seduction, who work at the bar.
So far three young women have ended up in hospital in the past six months, these are just three we know about, there are probably others who haven't come forward yet. All were seen entering this bar and all were with friends and all "disappeared" for several hours.
We suspect other women have been caught the same way. So Carrie is bait, the honey trap. The slight bulge in her dress? A flick knife. The other "protection"? A small pistol. Yes, she can use both, yes she and I are ex-special services, if push comes to shove then my wife can gut Leroy like a fish, so I am not worried about my wife handling herself.
The text to that "friend"? Our contact with the police. He is our "Manager" sort of, so you see all those texts and messages with my wife and her "date" was so we could identify him. Our HQ have been running checks on him and his staff.
The other sexy photos my wife sent just to me are because my wife is a very sexy mischievous woman. And she likes to distract us while on a case. It keeps our lives interesting while on a job.
