Blue Tango
. Properly done, a tango is the most erotic thing a couple can do out of bed. We move to the sinuous rhythms, touching, separating and touching again. When it is over, I notice everyone else had stopped dancing and were watching us. I turn red as he gives me a quick kiss and makes me take a bow when they applaud.
We were about to sit down again when a slow dance starts. I mold myself into has arms, my nipples poking his shirt as I grind into his erection. He softly strokes my bare back, then moves his hand down to gently rub my ass. "No underwear?" he asks.
"Just about," I giggle. "I'm wearing a thong."
"I love how you feel," he breathes into my ear, and I almost come right there.
Around 10:00 we can't take any more and call it a night. As we wait for his car, I could see he was a little drunk. "Can you drive?"
"Maybe you had better. I'll be fine once we get you home."
As I pull into my driveway, I could see he is still a little out of it. "Maybe you had better come in for some coffee."
"Actually, that sounds good."
"Come in, and I'll start a pot."
I start the coffee, and when I go back to the living room Jack has taken off his jacket, turned on a lamp and turned the other lights off. He has turned the stereo on to some soft music. "Dance with me while we wait for the coffee," he says.
I snuggle into his arms again, as we sway to the music. God, it feels so good to be in his muscular arms. He bends down and give me a gentle kiss. I smile and hold him a little tighter. He kisses me again, his tongue gently caressing my lips. A tingle runs through my whole body. I sigh as I feel the zipper in the back of my dress slowly come down. He steps back a little, and the dress pools at my feet. He looks at me so admiringly that I just melt. "God, your breasts are lovely," he says. I give a soft moan as he gently strokes my nipples.
Suddenly the lights come on. I look up to see Jim at the door. He looks at Jack and said, "Get out."
Jack is suddenly very sober. He gets his coat and walks out the door. Jim turns the music off. I gasp and reach for my dress. "Leave the dress," Jim says. "If you can be dressed in nothing but a soaking wet thong for your lover, you can dress that way for your husband. Sit down." I sit down on the sofa, and Jim sits down on his easy chair. He glares at my near nudity.
"Please, Honey, let me get dressed. I'm embarrassed."
"You should be."
"Jack's not my lover. I've never had sex with him."
"You were about to. If I had come in 15 minutes later, I would have found you sprawled on the sofa with his dick deep inside you. And 15 minutes after that, you could have been pregnant."
I am about to protest when I suddenly put my head in my hands and sob. Fifteen minutes? Who am I kidding? If Jack had pulled his zipper down, he could have just taken me right then standing up. "I'm sorry," I wail.
"I'm sure you are. But, tell me, what are you sorriest for? That you had an affair, that I caught you, or that I stopped you from having sex with him?"
I don't want to face that question, so I stall. "It wasn't an affair."
"An affair doesn't start when a man sticks his cock into a pussy. Your affair started the moment you entered into a relationship that you felt you had to keep secret from me. It grew whenever you did anything that you wouldn't have done if I were watching, or when you lied to me about what you did or where you went. It became really bad when you started to have feelings for another man. So, when did your affair start?"
I realize he is right. "About two months ago. He sat down next to me at the cafeteria and we ate together. It was totally innocent. We ate lunch together every Wednesday after that."
"If it was totally innocent, why didn't you mention him to me?"
"I guess because I found him attractive and charming. And because I kissed him on the cheek."
"You kissed him the day you met him?"
"He suggested we pretend he was my brother, to stop any rumors."
"Ah, that explains it. You see, two weeks ago Wednesday I called you right after lunchtime. I knew you would be depressed because you hadn't gotten pregnant, and I was going to suggest we meet after work at a nice restaurant. You didn't answer your cell, so I called your office. Marge answered and told me you were out to lunch with your brother."
"Oh my God."
"Remember six months ago you lost your cellphone and we used the 'find phone' app to find it under your car seat? You had to give me your passcode so I could find it. Well, I used it again to find you. I fully expected to find you in a motel, but instead you were in a restaurant that is well-known as a romantic rendezvous. Fortunately, I was nearby and was able to get there before you left. I got my camera with the long lens and waited for you to come out. I took three pictures. Here, I printed them out." He takes out a large envelope from a drawer in the coffee table, and pulls out two pictures. The first one shows me pressed tightly to his side. In the second we are kissing passionately, his arms around my waist as my hands wrap around his neck.
"It was a romantic restaurant, so he suggested I pretend I was his mistress."
"You weren't just going to pretend to fuck him tonight. When did you realize you weren't pretending?"
"Oh God," I sob. "I think that kiss was the moment I realized what I was doing. It was the first time I had done anything beyond a little playful touching. But, Honey, if you knew then, why didn't you try to stop me?"
"I did, didn't I? That night, I tried to talk to you. I asked you if you ever ate anywhere but at the cafeteria, and you said no. I didn't understand what was going on. Clearly, you were behaving inappropriately, but I didn't understand the scope of it. I couldn't confront you with it if you were just going to lie. It seemed possible that you had not yet had sex, but it also seemed clear that you would, if given the opportunity. So, I gave you the opportunity. I told you I would be out of town. I followed you tonight, and was on hand to stop you just when you could no longer deny what was going on to me or to yourself."
"So, you set me up?"
"I had to. You see, I really do have to go out of town next weekend. If I hadn't forced the issue now, this scenario would have played out then, and I wouldn't have been around to stop it. Also, while I doubted that you had had much opportunity to have sex, I wasn't sure until tonight."
"We haven't, but why are you sure?"
"A man only has to seduce a woman once. Remember, we dated for almost two months before we had sex. After that, we had sex every date. Jack was seducing you tonight. If you had already had sex, you would not have been dancing in the living room. You would have walked in the door and gone straight to the bedroom."
I walk over and kneel at his feet. "Thank you for stopping me. Are we going to be okay?"
Jim sighs. "I'm not sure. You were having an affair. I know you have strong feelings for him. I told you I took three pictures of you. Before I show you the third one, I want to show one of our wedding pictures." He pulls a picture out of the envelope. "Look at the expression on your face as we gaze into each other's eyes. There's love in that look. And the same look is in my eyes. Now look at the third picture I took of you outside the restaurant. You have the same look of adoration. Jack, on the other hand, has a big smile on his face. There's no love there, only the satisfaction of a man who is nearing his goal.
"Susan, Jack successfully seduced you. When I came in, you were ready; Hell, you were eager to fuck him. You opened a door for him. I may have kept him from going through it, but that door will remain open until you decide to close it. I'm not sure you have. I don't think you are even sure you want to."
Jim leans forward and takes my hands in his. "Susan, I want you to know that you are number one in my heart. Do you know who is number two? No one. If you want to stay with me, there can only be one person in your heart. I will not accept being number one, but with someone else right behind me. And, honestly, I'm not sure I'm even number one right now."
I put my head in his lap and sob. "Please, Honey. I do love you and only you."
Jim stands up, and pulls me up with him. "I know you want to believe that, but I'm not sure it's true. I'm going to sleep in the guest room. Go to bed now, and think about how you feel and what you want. Tomorrow, tell me if you have decided to stay with me, and, if so, what you are going to do to convince me that we have a chance." With that, he takes my head in his hands, kisses me on the forehead, and goes upstairs.
I go into the kitchen and turn off the coffee maker. I pick up my dress and the pictures and carry them upstairs. As I carefully hang the dress up, I realize that I will never be able to wear it for Jim. So why am I hanging it up? I take off my thong and throw it in the trash. I crawl into bed and take a long look at the pictures. The more I think about the past two months, the clearer everything becomes. There were many beautiful single women in the cafeteria. He could see my ring; why did he pick a married woman to talk to? He must have known about the restaurant -- he told me it was new, but I could see in the pictures that the sign outside the door said "Established 1983." He seemed drunk when I invited him into the house, but he sobered up the moment he was inside. I know very little about him -- Hell, I don't even know his last name! Nevertheless, am I in love with Jack? I remember feeling an incredible warmth when I looked into his eyes after kissing him, and how I felt as I stood before him almost naked. When Jim took me dancing on our anniversary, I just wore an old party dress. For Jack, I spent two weeks' salary for the sexiest dress I have ever owned. Why? Was he seducing me tonight, or was I seducing him? When I felt him pull my zipper down, I felt a great sense of contentment, as if I had been wanting this for a long time. I fall asleep crying.
