The Confession Part 2 The Old Boyfriend
The crowd was raucous at the comedy club. Donna and I had a table at the front. A loud group crowded the table next to us. Donna casually scanned the group, then her eyes went wide.
She looked back at me and then at the neighboring table, trying hard not to be obvious.
"What is it?" I tried not to laugh at her discomfort.
"It's him, Robert or Chris... the guy I dated in Rochester." She whispered in my ear.
Donna had recently told me about some of her extramarital experiences. They weren't very many and not real adventurous. This one, Robert, had been a dud. They had almost had sex, but he'd wilted like old lettuce. Still, it fed my fantasies about Donna having sexual adventures.
I'm a voyeur and I like the idea of watching or at least hearing about my wife having sex with someone else. We've never really discussed it because Donna can't imagine a situation where she'd want sex with someone else.
Maybe that changes tonight? "Has he recognized you yet?"
"He hasn't looked at me. What do I do?" Donna was agitated. Donna didn't get agitated.
"See if he remembers you. If he does, then ask him to go outside so you can talk where you can have a conversation."
"Yeah... If he doesn't?"
"Say 'sorry, my mistake'. And get us a couple of Jack and Cokes from the bar."
"OK... and what if he wants to go outside...?"
"Whatever you want to do. Just tell me afterwards." I knew she knew my interests but I wasn't going to 'talk her into' running off and having sex. All I could do was tell her whatever she wanted was fine with me.
"You're bad..."
Donna got up and approached the man with her best diner waitress attitude. He broke into a big smile as he recognized her and tried to hug her awkwardly from his chair. They tried to talk but the crowd was getting loud and rowdy. She mimed smoking, which had to be done outside the club. He got up and followed.
The announcer warmed up the audience with some amateurs telling jokes in the "Joke-Off". Then the opener came on and did about half an hour's worth of side slapping jokes. I didn't really pay attention because my mind was racing. Was she going to want to exercise her hall pass tonight?
The thought consumed me. Would I really be OK? Was I already a little jealous that she had gone so long with him. Was my cock really that hard just thinking about it?
Donna and the man returned just before the headliner walked on stage. She had the Jack and Cokes and a dazed expression on her face. We were too close to the stage to really talk. Comedians like to use the front tables as props for their act and we usually participated. Tonight, might not be the night for too many truths to be made public. I just watched her. Her cheeks were red, and her lips were swollen.
When the show ended, we fought the crowds to get to the street. Her friend had disappeared before we got up. Once we got inside the car, Donna leaned across and kissed me hard.
"I love you." Her nervous energy filled the cab.
"I love you, too. What happened?" I tried not to smile. I didn't want to scare her. I really wanted to know what she'd been up to.
She looked through the window to someplace else. "I was right. Robert was the guy I went out with one of the times I left asshole. We talked. He remembers me. He's divorced and living on his boat right now."
She hesitated, took a breath, and turned to face me. "He kissed me... I kissed him. We kissed. A lot. For a while. Then he asked me to go to his boat. Tonight."
"And..." It was my turn to hesitate. I could end this with a word. But I didn't want to. I wanted to know how far she would go. "Are you going?"
"What? You know what he wants... I couldn't do that." She didn't look at me.
"You can if you want to. Just come back to me afterwards." I touched her hand. "I'll drive you down to the marina and I'll wait in the parking lot. If you're there all night, we'll have breakfast in the morning... And if you need to leave, I'm there."
Her eyes flashed at me. "You're not mad at me?"
"Nope. You can go or not go, that's your choice. Have as much fun as you want to."
"Gawd, I feel so naughty."
A shiver ran up my spine as I pulled out onto the main street and drove to the marina. I would be all right if she called it off, but would I really be all right if she didn't? "Did he tell you where his boat was?"
"Second slip. The Big One... That's the name of it."
"Sounds about right." A flash of jealousy hit me. I gripped the wheel and tried not to show it. This had to be her free choice with no coercion either way. "I'll be here waiting."
She leaned over the parking brake and kissed me hard, then she slid out of the car. I watched her pick her way carefully to the dock and the boat. She'd dressed conservatively like always in a pullover top, jeans and a short black jacket. Her boots had 4" heels on them that made her ass stand out in her tight blue jeans. While I admired her ass I thought about the sheer bra and panties set she wore, especially for me.
But maybe for this guy, now.
The man popped out of the cabin and waved at her. He helped her over the gunwales, and they disappeared below decks.
Once Donna was out of my sight, I tried to get comfortable. I would wait here all night for her, but I didn't think I'd need to. But I liked thinking that she might. Maybe they would naked, and Donna would show him her sexy lingerie that she wore for her husband.
Maybe he would undo her lacy bra and slip it off of her breasts so he could suck on her sensitive eraser shaped nipples. Those nipples seemed to be wired to her clit and her G-spot because as soon as they came erect, attention to them made her moan.
Maybe, after he'd played with her breast and sucked her nipples until she nearly had an orgasm, he would slip a finger into her wet pussy. Maybe he'd kiss her and finger her until she came. She didn't let me do that, but maybe she'd want him to stimulate her.
And maybe she would be naked on his bed, with her legs spread, waiting for him to slip his cock into her. Maybe he would push his cock into her until his balls slapped her ass while she groaned with pleasure.
I must have fallen asleep. It was still dark, and the dash clock had jumped to two in the morning. The passenger door swung open, and the interior light showed a wide eyed Donna with her jacket pinched closed and her shirt balled up in her hand. She slid into the seat. Her pants were unbuttoned and unzipped.
"Is everything OK?"
"I.. I... Just drive...." She shut the door, and the light went off.
I started the car. The dash lights lit her breasts and erect nipples as she pulled her shirt over her head. There were red marks on her skin and her nipples were deep red and swollen puffier than normal.
