That night, and the next, we were both skittish and nervous. It was agonising to worry about if the door bell would ring or not. Despite that, or maybe because of it, the sex was fantastic. I took her ass for the very first time, and I have no words to describe the mixed feelings of power, love and pleasure it gave me.
The night after that though, again as we were getting the kids down, the bell rang. She looked at me, suddenly tense. "Can you get it? Better I not in case its not..." Not finishing that sentence was critical. Little ears might wonder at mummy saying "In case its not them and a neighbour sees me in a kinky black mask..."
Feeling my own tension in every muscle in my body I went down to the door. I couldn't help but blink when I opened it. The guy outside was young, though how young was impossible to tell. He slouched, looked sullen, and his voice was almost aggressive, "So Charlie said if I came your wife would let me fuck her."
No beating around the bush with this one. I waved him in, and suddenly depressed, went upstairs. She looked up, a look of concern entering her face probably reflecting my own expression. "Someone to see you dear, someone I haven't met before but is a mutual acquaintance."
She stiffened, stood, and though with a stroke to my chest, walked by without looking at me. "You can ask him to leave." She nodded, but continued walking. I somehow managed to look at the kids and smile, but as I started to read, couldn't help notice her walk past the door hiding something behind her back. She paused at the top of the steps and I knew without a doubt the mask was going over her head.
The kids must have picked up on my state, they were skatty and it took longer than usual to get them to sleep. Feeling even worse than that night earlier in the week I walked down the stairs, opened the door, and walked into our living room.
They were on the sofa, kissing like teenagers. She was uncuffed, but blindfolded, her work blouse open, her vest pulled roughly up and one of his hands was stuffed inside her bra. She had a hand down inside his trousers. I think I could have copped better if she had been tied down naked.
He looked up, and glared at me. "Get lost, you're putting me off my game."
I blinked, shocked. "No. I don't leave her alone."
"Get lost I said, go for a walk, go to the pub, I don't care."
"No." On that I would not budge. I didn't trust this one even a little bit. My wife obviously couldn't hear this exchange, she was kissing his neck passionately.
"Fuck this, its freaky to have you standing there." He abruptly stood, grabbed his things and stomped off in an obvious strop. More than ever I was certain he wasn't that old.
She looked around, confused. I went to her and gently took the blindfold off.
"What... Where..." She was looking around the room.
