"Have a safe flight, and have a great time sweetheart," I said to my wife as we broke our embrace by the security line at the airport.
Stephanie smiled and said, "I'm sure I will baby. I love you."
She gave me one last quick kiss and I watched her walk through security and out of sight. I caught myself admiring her beauty as she walked away, her perfect ass in a pair of tight jeans and her blonde ponytail swinging back and forth. I don't know how I got so lucky; I somehow got a smart beautiful blonde to marry me.
As I was driving home, I realized how much I was really going to miss her. She'd be gone for a week, which would be the longest we'd been apart since we'd gotten married almost a full year ago. We got married just after we graduated from college and shortly thereafter moved out of state because of the job I landed. From this Sunday to the next, Stephanie is flying home to see her family and some of her old friends. It will be good for her to see everyone again.
Although there's one friend, Rachel, I'm hoping she doesn't see much of. Rachel was Stephanie's roommate during college, and was always bringing guys over. She was hot as fuck, a small girl with black hair who never really had a steady boyfriend, she would just bring home random dudes and Stephanie and I would spend hours listening to Rachel getting banged. I know that before I came into the picture Rachel would constantly take Stephanie out to parties and bring home guys for her too.
I don't ask Stephanie about these times very often because I can get pretty jealous. I know that I'm flabby in all the wrong places and my cock isn't as big as I would like, just under 5 inches hard. I hide my jealousy and insecurities well, Stephanie loves me and I roll with it. If I were to ask her about those times and the kind of guys she's been with...well let's just say it would make me even more insecure than I already am. I also know how girls talk to each other and Rachel definitely knows about my shortcomings in the dick department, and she would make subtle comments when Stephanie was out of the room.
Most of the week went by quickly. I buried myself in work and my wife called or texted me every night to tell me good night, and sent me lots of pictures of her and her family. Then on Friday night, my phone vibrated and I received a text from Stephanie. Wifey (5:13 PM): I get to see Rach tonite! We're going to a club!
I immediately felt a lump in my throat and my stomach did a little flip. I wanted so badly to tell her not to see Rachel, but then my insecure side would show. Against my better judgment, I texted her back:
Me (5:16 PM): Great, have fun babe!
For the next couple hours I couldn't think about anything but what might be happening at the club they went to. I tried to watch TV or read a book, but I couldn't focus. I checked my phone religiously for updates from my wife.
Wifey (7:46 PM): This club is great! I'm getting a little tipsy lol
Wifey (7:47 PM): [pic msg]
It was a picture of Stephanie and Rachel, both with huge smiles and girly drinks in hand. They were both bombshells. Rachel was wearing a short black dress and obviously no bra, and knowing her probably no panties either. My wife was in a tight low-cut pink shirt and tight blue jeans.
Me (7:50 PM): Looks like fun, tell Rachel I said Hi
My stomach started to turn as my imagination started to take over. I pictured her getting felt up on the dance floor and her not caring because she was drunk, while Rachel watched and smiled. I decided to have a drink myself, opened a beer and tried to watch TV again. I was getting a buzz and getting into the movie I was watching when my phone lit up.
Wifey (9:01 PM): [pic msg]
Rachel and my wife were now standing in between two guys. They were all looking into the camera and making funny faces. The men looked like typical muscled frat boys, and as looked more closely at the picture I couldn't be sure but I think he had his hand around my wife's waist. She must've been too drunk to notice as the caption on the pic read: "Still having a great time. Wish you were here :)"
I spent some time drinking and considering how I should respond. Should I tell her about the guy's hand on her waist? Should I tell her to leave the club? I couldn't decide what to do.