Bob Dylan's voice, in a pleasant level from the speakers; "The times, they are a-changing". And as I listened, I enjoyed a glass of red wine, reflected of life itself, my life, women and particularly my wife.
Not many years ago, women stayed at home and men worked. And some lucky men travelled on business, stayed at hotels, drinks in the bar and happy life.
And back then, women where jealous of the men who had a job where they could travel. Do not ask me why. I have travelled the world like this, and in my opinion, it is boring and a lot of wasted time.
So, when my wife got a new job, high salary and a lot of travel, I tried to warn her. Travelling is no fun.
But she wanted to try, and who was I to say no?
And, quite honest, I was happy too. When she travels, I can do whatever I want, which basically is nice things like go fishing, watch movies and sip some red wine.
And, I never get jealous.
So, it was a nice evening, she had to be abroad for the weekend, and I took my fishing rod, tent, sleeping bag and some good weed and went into the wild. Of course, with my smart phone.
The darkness came and I sat by the fire enjoying a slight dizzyness from the weed. It was a nice "happy weed" and I was feeling great!
And now, dear reader, I guess you imagine a princess from the woos to appear, nude and horny, for me to fuck? Nope.
I was sitting there, and the phone rang. It was my wife.
I answered:
* "Hi baby"
/ "Hi darling"
* "How is life in the big world? Enjoying hotels instead of being home with me?"
/ "Dork, you know I hate to be away for the weekend. What are you up to? You sound happy"
* "Me, nah, just lying next to a camp fire, enjoying our self-grown weed and dreaming of you sexy"
/ "Lucky you. I am left alone. My colleagues could go home and I am bored in a bar"
* "A bar? Alone? Hm. A lonely business traveling woman in a bar. I guess you are popular then?"
/ "You idiot"
* "Ha ha sweetie. Remember I have been there. How many guys has hit on you tonight?"
/ "Not funny!"
* "I think it is kind of hot to think of it"
Some thoughts flew thru my head, maybe I should have some fun with my wife. I continued:
* "So, how many?"
/ "A few..."
* "Some more handsome guys than me then"
/ "No! Well, the last one was quite ok. Nice to talk to"
* "I hear music. You are still in the bar. Give him your phone!"
/ "What?"
* "I said, give him the phone"
/ "Why?"
* "Just do it"
I heard an unsure "hello", and I talked briefly with him. Then my wife was back.
/ "Dork, what did you tell him?
* "Me? Dork? Nothing. Or...I told him that it was ok for me if he tried to get you to bed. And I gave him some tips and tricks. I guess he will soon ask you to go dancing with him. You love to dance, I do not, so enjoy darlin. And if he squeezes you butt, you know why."
I hung up the phone and smiled into the darkness.
I lied back and enjoyed my weed, concluded I was so smart... or?
It took some time, and I got a message on my phone... A selfie from my wife, she blinked with one eye, and I could see dancing couples in the background.
I answered simply. Enjoy, and added a selfie of me while blowing some smoke.
Sitting by the fire was cosy, but the silence of the woods makes the thoughts run wild.
What if she goes further than flirting...? Would she?
A bee beep, new message... this time a movie file... dancing couples...and there, I saw you, my beautiful wife...in a short black dress, your back against the camera man...and...to white hands on your butt. They cupped your ass. Squeezing it, pulled your cheeks apart. My first thought was not about your squeezed ass. It was about the camera man. Who was he, why did he film you.
New thoughts...what had I done... I had teased you, challenged you... Two?
I took a deep breath of my weed. Felt some happiness from it. My brain went on high speed and my feelings was a rollercoaster. Then I took a new deep breath, telling myself you was only teasing me.
Bee beep...only text..."You asked for it"
What should I answer? Should I answer?
I could not decide and before I acted..
Bee beep: Again a movie file...Jesus...I was afraid to open it...It was sound of slow music, people laughing, couples dancing, after some seconds my wife appeared again...now she was dancing with her back against the stranger. She was rubbing her ass against him, twisting. And I could see he was kissing her neck...behind the ears. Damn! I did not tell him that. I knew you got "hot in a second" when kissed like that. I could easily see my wife enjoyed it, closed eyes, head back and to the side...
Thoughts flew thru my head, my heart pounded hard in my chest...I had lost control...I had provoked her...and I knew, when she got provoked enough, she did not stop...she had lack of impulse control...could lead to a lot of fun, but also disasters
The movie continued and I saw his hand slide from her hips, over her belly and up, cupped her soft tit, lifted it, squeezed, and released, and slides down. The movie file ended.
