"Sorry honey, I'm running late. Your birthday dinner will be slightly delayed. Can I pick you up at 7?"
There was a loaded pause, and I pictured her already dressed, waiting and excited about our date, now disappointed in me.
"Fine" came the eventual response.
I planned to leave the bank early today, but two important accounts came in at the very end of my day.
I know Sue understands the demands of my job and regular tardiness.
I'm Mike and Sue is my wife of six years -- it is the second marriage for us both, but I think we got it right this time. We met each other at a local bar downtown, when Sue was celebrating a coworkers' tenure. Sue is a college professor for one of the healthcare programs, she's not only smart but beautiful. I'm not easily smitten but seeing her long raven colored hair from across the bar was enough to make me approach her, and when she touched my arm it sealed it for me. We've been together ever since.
Even after six years, our sex life is more than satisfying, in fact, it is rather incredible. We keep things thriving through notes, sexy texts and phone calls when we are not together. The texts we send are usually dirty stories or talks about our fantasies, and we are both very vocal about our needs in the bedroom. Not anything like our previous marriages.
We are not very materialistic and prefer to spend our time and money doing things together such as vacations and nights out. Birthdays and anniversaries are big dates for us both, which is why Sue is a little mad. Her only birthday request, each year, is that I take her to dinner somewhere she can dress up, let her tease me during dinner and finish the night with some intense sex. Easy enough for me and I am more than happy to accommodate. Just one of the things I love about her, she is easy to please, if I can just get home to pick her up. Sue loves me to write about our fantasies, so I am writing this for us to remember our adventures.
That 7pm pick up was slightly hopeful, and it was almost 7:15 when I finally walked through the door. The sight of her in three of my favorite things -- a short black dress, high heels and a lack of panties, make the guilt of being late worse. She looks stunning. We arrive at the restaurant I booked for us, and they've fucked up our booking, despite the apologies from the hostess, we still must wait 20 minutes.
"You look very handsome, so I forgive you completely for being late" Sue says looking at me with her blue eyes, pulling my arm around her waist, planting a tasteful but passionate kiss on my lips. Sue knows what that is doing to me, she is stirring the pot already this evening.
Sue strikes up a conversation with the couple we are standing next to while we are waiting. I gather from her chatting that this is the Blondes favorite restaurant, and her husband forgot reservations despite the fact they are also celebrating her birthday- suddenly, me being slightly late due to work doesn't seem so bad. This other couple has at least an hours wait. As the hostess arrives to seat us, we politely excuse ourselves and follow her through the restaurant. We sit at a table right next to the window and receive another apology for the delay.
Our window seat has a beautiful view of the bay and I suspect the sunset on this summer evening will impress Sue. There is a bouquet of flowers on the table with a card attached, as I had them sent earlier when I realized I was going to be late.
Sue reaches for the card and smiles at me. "Are these from you? 'Happy Birthday, Beautiful! Sorry I'm late! Love, Me'." I still plan to make it up to her after dinner.
Sue and I are recapping our day and enjoying the view when our waitperson appears, and we order a drink. We can see the other couple still waiting to be given a table and Sue asks if maybe we should invite them to join. I am a little hesitant as I want her all to myself on her birthday, greedy I know, but she is for my eyes only. We make the decision to send them drinks with an invite to join us. The server delivers the drinks, we watch them accept and after a little discussion they walk toward our table. As they walk towards us, I notice this couple is elegant and well-dressed and Sue and I greet them and reintroduce ourselves.
Charlotte, a stunning blonde, and Clint, a handsome black man, make themselves comfortable. Clint holds out the seat next to me for Charlotte and she sits down then Clint sits next to Sue opposite his wife. I reach across the table to take Sue's hand, raising my glass in salute as I say "You ladies look really lovely this evening. Happy birthday to you both", This gets a smile from Sue, pleased but slightly embarrassed. "Wow Sue! Your husband is a real smooth talker," Charlotte says and raises her glass.
"I know," Sue replies laughing, "It's why I keep him around." I feel Sue's stiletto rub the inside of my leg.
"To our ladies, cheers!" Clint raises his glass for our toast.
We find out they have been married for quite a while and Clint never forgets birthdays, he tells us how he hopes he gets out of the doghouse soon for forgetting the reservation. Sue looks at me with a smirk, reaches for one of the flowers from her bouquet and handing it to Clint says, "Maybe you should try this?" He graciously takes the flower and presents it to Charlotte. Charlotte smiles and leans towards Clint for a kiss.
Sue squeezes my hand as we order dinner. We spend the time until food arrives discussing little things of no real importance. I am enjoying Sue interacting with Charlotte and Clint and can't help thinking how lovely she is. With some delicious seafood in front of us and engaging conversation with our new friends, the meal passes quickly. Knowing the answer before I ask, I suggest dessert. The look in Sues' eyes confirms what I thought -- she already knows what she wants as dessert! With that we stand up to leave, excited to head home for part two of her birthday.
Clint halts us, inviting us to join them for a nightcap in the nearby hotel they are staying in. I pay our tab and we decide to take them up on their offer. Walking arm in arm, Sue and I follow them to their hotel and make our way to the hotel bar. The bar is an 80's style place with dance floor and an actual DJ rather than background music played over a stereo. Clint heads to the bar to buy drinks for us and Sue asks me for a birthday dance, a request I can't refuse. After drinks have been bought and placed on a spare table, Clint and Charlotte join us on the dance floor.
We are slightly buzzed from dinner and forget for a moment they are with us. As an 80's big hair ballad plays, I explore her body with my hands as we move around the dance floor, seduced by what my hands are feeling under her thin dress, I lean down kiss her lips, when I look up and notice Clint watching us. In that moment I felt extremely proud to have Sue in my arms and rather enjoyed letting him look at my sexy wife in her open back dress that showed her tanned back. It crossed my mind how Sue and I have discussed many times how it might feel to be watched. I got caught up in the moment and continued to kiss her until the song came to an end.
We head back to the table and the ladies excuse themselves to the powder-room. While it's just me and Clint, he gives me a slightly apologetic look. I'm thinking it's more about being caught than the actual looking. The vision of Clint watching us dance, looking my wife up and down surprisingly is making me nervous but excited at the same time.
Maybe it was the hours of talking and texting about being watched or my fictional desire that has been shared only Sue, but I am intrigued. I grin and compliment Clint on his dancing. "You seem to be very comfortable on the dance floor. Do you and Charlotte go dancing a lot?" "We used to often when we first met. Now is it only special occasions. You know birthdays, anniversaries or when we are looking for...extramarital entertainment." Clint nodded his head at me as if I knew what he was alluring to.
"I'm not sure I know what you mean, are you talking about hooking up with other couples?" I can't believe I am having this kind of conversation with a stranger, but Clint has a way about him that is easy-going. Clint set his drink down and leaned towards me, "Not always but we enjoy some up-close viewing and interaction." My heart is racing, and I try to keep my head from spinning out of control. It is as if I am living one of Sue and mine fantasy. Thoughts of being watched is not new to us but it actually happening is. Nevertheless, I step out on a limb and explain that we have a fantasized of watching and being watched, but we are interrupted by Sue and Charlotte returning from the bathroom.