New Year's Resolution (750 Words)

As midnight approached, I looked for my wife and saw her at the bar, picking up two glasses of champagne. She looked around as if looking for someone, but when she saw me approaching, she seemed hesitant, her eyes nervously darted around, then she smiled and handed me a glass.

"Happy New Year, Baby," she said, kissing me on the cheek.

"Happy New Year, Love," I replied and kissed her on her lips.

When the cheers, the hooting, and the fireworks died down, for the first time since we had arrived, she wrapped her arms around my neck to dance with me. I could not say she completely ignored me during the night, though. We had exchanged a few words from time to time, but I was not happy. I hoped for more interaction and at least a couple of dances.

"So, what is your New Year's resolution?" She asked nonchalantly.

"Well, I want to spend more time with my beautiful wife. I have spent too much time at work building my career," I began.

"That's nice, Baby," she said, sounding apathetic.

"I want to get fitter as well. The last few years I let myself go, and it shows."

"True, you have put on a few kilos."

Since we married five years ago, we started the new year by telling each other our New Year's resolutions and worked hard every year to achieve them, supporting each other in our endeavours. We were not always successful in achieving our goals, but never for lack of trying.

"So, what is your resolution this year?" I whispered.

"I will seduce my boss," she murmured.

"That's nice. Wait? What did you say?"

I stopped swaying to the music and stepped back, looking into her eyes, trying to figure out if I heard her right. She smiled and pulled me back into her arms.

"I will seduce my boss. You've heard me right, Baby."

"Why?" I blurted out.

"He will retire in a few months, and I want to make sure he recommends me for his position."

"You are joking, aren't you?"

"Why would you think that?"

"We are married. We have not agreed to an open marriage. It's cheating."

"I have no intention to open our marriage, nor will I cheat. It's all in the line of work, working on my career and nothing more."

"How can you say that while you plan to seduce your boss?"

"I will not bring my work home."

"Wow! So, if I seduce my secretary and keep it in the office then is that okay too? That is work as well, at least according to your logic."

"No, that is cheating."

"And what you propose is not?"

"It is to advance my career, so yes, it is work. But seducing your secretary would not be work-related."

"That's bullock, and you know it. I am going home. I heard enough crap for one night," I said, pulling away from her.

"It's not even 12:30. The party is just starting."

"You can do whatever you want. I am out of here."

"Baby!" I heard her voice over the music, but she did not follow me.

I was angry and wanted to get away from the party, get away from my wife. Leaving the car behind, I began the 20 km walk home while trying to make sense of what she had said. Suddenly, I understood why we were at her boss's party and not at our friends', and the reason she dressed sexier than ever before for this New Year's party, wearing her short, black cocktail dress instead of jeans and her "fuck me" pumps instead of her flat shoes. It wasn't for my benefit, it was for her boss's. She even created the smokey-eye look and wore the Dolce & Gabbana red lipstick I bought her for Christmas.

"Fuck! The bitch hung around her boss all night and danced with him like she should have danced with me," I exclaimed aloud as the penny dropped, and I realised she had been serious.

"I love the woman with all my being, but if she persists with her plan to seduce her boss, it will be the end of us. I will not put up with a cheater, be her cuckold. She doesn't know me if she thinks I accept it," I mumbled, then thought, "She will be served at her work on the day the new manager is announced, whether she gets the job or not, the silly bitch."