It was just another night out with some friends from the gym. The same as you'd done a few times before. I wasn't worried. Yes, for a woman in her late 30s with 2 kids you were definitely a knockout.
But you didn't view yourself that way, and the idea of flirting with anyone had always been something you frowned upon. Always telling me that I was all the man you ever needed. Besides, even if someone did flirt with you, I was right there waiting at home to reap the benefits. That type of ego boost always made you horny.
So off you went with your friend Mary. You two were a good match. She was tiny with dark features and you were blonde and curvy with a booty to die for. You were headed to the local hot spot, Ivy. More like the local meat market, but at least it served food and had a big patio where you could cool down and relax once the dancing got going. I kissed you goodnight, gave you a playful slap on the ass, and watched as the cab drove off.
At about 10:30 you sent me a text saying you were having a good time, and that you had bumped into some friends from the gym. I assumed it was that hot, young trainer that Mary had been hooking up with. Nice guy and definitely a player, but that is to be expected at that age. You had done a few shots and were ready to hit the dance floor. I told you to have a good time and left it at that.
About 4 hours later I was awoken by the cab door closing. In a bit of a slumber, but anxious to see how your night went (and if I would be getting any), I waited as you slipped into the bedroom and into our en-suite to change.
Emerging from the bathroom in the dark you slipped under the covers and slid over to me, snuggling up close for warmth. My immediate thought was that you must have forgotten to put your pjs out as the softness of your bare skin pressed against me. I felt your hand snake up my chest as you pressed your face to my cheek, breathing softly against me. I could still smell the faint scent of alcohol beneath the mint toothpaste, something that always turns me on for some reason.
I tilted my head down and placed a gentle kiss on your nose, and then your lips. Surprisingly I was met with far more urgency on your part as your hand gripped the back of my head and your tongue darted into my mouth. I returned the passionate kiss as our tongues danced for a few minutes. As we separated, I could hear you sigh.
"Mmm, what was that all about?" I asked.
"Ummm, nothing, just that I love you."
"That seems like a lot more than an 'I love you' kiss. What's got you all hot and bothered? Were the boys being a little friendly?" I inquired jokingly. Although I could tell something was up by the way your heart was pounding in your chest...or maybe it was mine?
You were quiet for a moment, seemed to take a deep breath, and then spoke.
"I have something to tell you, but I'm worried you'll be mad."
I had been telling her lately that it actually excited me to think that other men might flirt with her, especially younger ones that posed no threat. Not that I was anything spectacular, but we had built a house and a family, were established in our careers, and were for the most part a very happy couple. That wasn't exactly what a young 20 something was going to be offering, so I didn't tend to worry.
"Don't worry." I said. "I'm pretty open minded and have told you that it actually turns me on to hear about how guys flirt with you."
"Yes, but this was more than flirting."
"How about you tell me and I'll be the judge of that." I assured her.
"Well, you know that trainer that we've been out with a few times and was dating Mary?"
"Was?"
"Yeah, that ended a while ago."
"Oh."
