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It was difficult for me to forget the excitement and embarrassment of the evening when my wife Maggie and our friend Simon spent the evening at the pub and got carried away afterward when they came home. However, we went back to our normal routine lives, at least on the surface. For the next couple of weeks, we went to the pub with Simon and Debbie and Dave as usual.
The conversation between us and Simon was strained, which Debbie and Dave clearly found strange, but they didn’t comment on it. Maggie was more withdrawn, staying close to my side, and she didn’t join in the conversations as much as she had done previously. When asked about her withdrawn behaviour, she blamed pressure at work, but I knew that she felt awkward and her changed attitude was making Simon feel awkward. He was becoming more depressed and was feeling the loss of Linda when he was with us.
I decided that I needed to confront Maggie about this. The next Friday when we were both home from work, I spoke with her before we went out. I told her that it was silly for her to feel that she had to stay close to me and not join in. It made it more obvious that we were two couples and one single man, and that was not what this was about. We were five friends. I wanted us to go out and spend time being ourselves with friends; we had the rest of the week together as the two of us. I wanted things to be back to how they were before ‘that evening’. We should go into the pub happy and spread our happiness across the group.
Maggie started to relax as I spoke and she agreed that things had been awkward. She wanted things to return to normal but was worried at how I felt. Now that she felt more reassured she said that she was grateful to me for mentioning it. We both agreed that our relationship was strong and that we wouldn’t let one incident make us less strong going forward. We kissed and walked hand in hand to the pub.
When we got there Maggie went over to Simon and greeted him with a kiss on his cheek and gave him a little hug. Simon looked at me and saw that I was smiling. He smiled too, and we had a great evening, talking and laughing together. For much of the time Maggie sat next to Simon but we all moved around and it was great to see Simon relaxed and everyone having fun. There was a nice chemistry between Simon and Maggie and when they spoke with each other there was good eye contact and Maggie would often touch Simon’s arm. I only had a slight pang of jealousy, and there were plenty of reassuring smiles from Maggie for me. When we went home and got to bed, Maggie cuddled up and initiated some gentle love making, which in itself was unusual. She was in good form and I was pleased with how the evening had turned out.
This was the pattern for the next few Fridays. Maggie always made sure Simon felt included but when we got to bed we made love. We kissed passionately and she wanted to be on top and take control, which was another treat. As she put her pyjamas back on and I took off the used condom I made a mental note that I might have to buy condoms more often if this new habit continued. Once a week was almost unheard of for us, but I wasn’t complaining. Condoms were a necessary part of love making. The pill didn’t agree with Maggie and since we made love so rarely it didn’t seem worth taking any other more permanent precautions.
It was a Friday evening a few weeks later when Simon arrived excited to share his news. He was dating again and this time it looked like it could be serious. He had been out with his new girlfriend a couple of times and he was seeing her again the next evening. Katrina, known as Kat, was an A&E hospital consultant, with a teenage daughter, but no husband on the scene. Kat and Simon had got on really well and they had both agreed to take things slowly since they wanted Kat’s daughter to be happy with things before getting too serious. Simon had invited Kat to his annual rugby club black tie dinner and dance in a local upmarket hotel the following evening and Kat had agreed to go with him.
This was clearly a big step for Simon. He had not originally intended to go because it was very much a couples’ evening, and most of his friends knew Linda and it would have reminded him of the pain of losing her. Simon was clearly keen that this new relationship went further and we all raised a toast to Simon and Kat, and made Simon promise to bring her to the pub one Friday soon.
As we put down our glasses, Simon’s mobile went off. He looked to see who was calling. “Talk of the devil,” he said beaming and went outside to that he could speak.
The rest of us agreed that this was great news and it would so good for Simon to have a special woman in his life again. He was naturally a very social person and we knew that when he was with Linda, going out dining and dancing had been an important part of their lives. He had missed it very much. He came back a short while later without his smile.
As often happened, Debbie spoke first, and said what we were all thinking, “Don’t say that she’s dumped you?”
Simon gave a weak smile, “No, she’s not like that. She’s really nice but because of sickness at work she’s going to have to cover at the hospital tomorrow evening. She rang me straight away to tell me. She was so apologetic, and hoped that I could find someone else to go with, although she did say that she hoped that I wouldn’t find anyone too nice!”
Simon sat down, looking completely deflated. Debbie tired to console him.
“You’ll still know lots of people at the dinner, so you can still go.”
It sounded like a lame suggestion and we all realised it, before Simon replied, “No, I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.”
Debbie wasn’t going to give up easily, and said, “I’ll go with you. Dave never takes me dancing and so it would be a nice change for me, and I know he won’t mind if we spend a couple of hours trying out a few new moves, and....”
Dave interrupted her, “sorry, but we’re off to visit the eldest this weekend and we’re not back until Sunday night. Otherwise, it would have been a fine idea, but we promised to go out with her and her boyfriend for their anniversary. It sounds like they have something special to tell us.”
“Shit, I’m sorry Simon,” said Debbie, “Dave’s right, we both have to go.” Then she gave Maggie a sly smile. “Maybe goody two shoes here can break the habit of a lifetime and leave Paul to amuse himself for an evening so that you can take her dancing.”
Immediately both Maggie and Simon responded in unison with a sharp and rather loud, “No.”
They both realised that they were a little too quick with their response, and coloured up with Maggie going a particularly deep shade of red. Their response would have been funny if it were not so embarrassing for the three of us in front of Debbie and Dave, who just looked stunned. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife. No-one spoke for a moment as Debbie and Dave tried to work out what they had missed.
“I didn’t mean to say the wrong thing, I thought you both got on well. I didn’t mean to cause a problem,” said Debbie, still wondering what she had said wrong.
I felt I needed to step in to break the tension, and in a bright laughing voice, that I hope didn’t sound too strained said, “It’s just a bit of teasing between us; they do get on well and of course if Maggie wants to go tomorrow night it’s fine with me. I need some time alone to get some work done.”
“No, don’t worry, it’s fine, I could do with an evening in, and there’ll be other chances to take Kat out. I don’t want to ruin your weekend,” said Simon entirely unconvincingly.
“Don’t be silly,” I said. “Maggie loves dancing and rarely gets a chance to put on glad rags. It would be nice to have a bit of time to myself at home. I want her to go. It’s completely up to Maggie, but if I were her, I’d go.” I looked across the table directly at Maggie, trying to show her that I meant it and I was fine. She looked directly back at me as she said, “if you’re sure Paul, then yes, I’d be happy to go and keep you company, Simon.”
She continued to look at me. It was a strange way to agree to go out with him, without looking him in the eye, but I was keen to make light of the awkwardness.
“That’s settled then, what time will you come and pick her up?”
Simon was left with little choice although he didn’t seem too upset. “Is 6.30 okay for you Maggie?”
“6.30 is fine, but I can’t be too late home because I need to be at church early on Sunday,” said Maggie, as she, at last, turned to look at him.
I knew that this was only half true and that she could miss the service if she wanted, but I guessed that she was trying to reduce the risk of any ‘misunderstandings’.
“Then I’ll have you back home to Paul before midnight because I’d hate to see you turn into a pumpkin,” announced Simon. Everyone laughed and the tension reduced, although I thought that Debbie still looked suspicious of what was happening. She’s good at sensing when there’s something else going on. But the conversation moved on and the evening finished up fine.
As Maggie and I walked home she was concerned to make sure that I really was okay with things. I explained that it was clear that Kat was the object of Simon’s desire, and that he just needed company. We all wanted Simon to find happiness with a new partner and so this was just about keeping his confidence high. I trusted both of them. Maggie then switched to being concerned about the practical details. She hadn’t been out to a posh dinner dance for a while and she was concerned about what to wear to be a suitable partner for Simon, who we knew would look dashing in a dinner suit with bow tie. I said that it was a great excuse for her to go out and get new clothes and I would come with her just to make sure she didn’t skimp on getting something really nice, even if it cost a bit more. Maggie was always very modest and was one of the few women I knew who needed lots of encouragement to spend money on herself.
Preparing for Maggie’s night out
The next day, we went to our nearest large shopping mall and spent some time checking out some of the nicest boutiques. Maggie spotted a black cocktail dress which she fell in love with and she went to try it on. She came back from the fitting room without waiting for me to see it on her, saying that it was shorter than she was used to and was too expensive. She said that the straps would make her feel cold. It sounded to me that she was making excuses. When I questioned her, she admitted she didn’t want to get such a dress to wear out with Simon rather than me. It had fitted her well and had made her feel special. I insisted that she buy it. It became a battle of wills and in the end I said I’d come back and buy it for her if she didn’t.
So she bought the dress and I suggested that she would need some new black underwear, since I knew that she always wore white bras and panties, which wouldn’t match at all. I immediately wanted to choose something nice and sexy, since, as I pointed out, Simon could enjoy the dress, and I would get to enjoy the underwear afterwards. Maggie was embarrassed but wanted to please me, and she started to enjoy being spoilt. She looked at a skimpy black bra and panties set. The bra was a half cup with a black lace border around the top edge, and the panties had a sheer front panel with a thong back. My conservative wife had never worn a thong, although she alway knew that I wanted her to, and I had always told her that she had small tight bottom that would look good in one.
Perhaps because she still felt she needed to do something for me in return for going out with Simon she picked them out. A pair of black sheer hold-up stockings and black strappy sandals with two inch heels completed the outfit. She normally wore flat shoes. She was excited by her purchases, which were well outside her comfort zone.
It was late afternoon by the time we got home, and Maggie went to bathe and get ready so that she wouldn’t be rushed. I contemplated a microwave supper and kept reminding myself that I was in this position because I had pressured Maggie, and any regrets that I was now having would need to be well hidden.
A little before 6.30, Maggie came downstairs in her new dress and shoes. As she came into view I couldn’t help but stare. She was so familiar to me, but at the same time she looked so different. The high healed sandals made her taller, made her legs look longer and her poise was elegant. The dress was shorter than I realised, and was above mid thigh so that you could just see a little lace at the top of her stockings as she walked downstairs. The dress seemed to cling to her, and the top was more open showing the swell of her breasts and the start of the valley between them. Her new bra made her small bust look bigger. She had silver teardrop earrings with diamonds that sparkled and around her neck on a delicate silver chain was a small silver cross which pointed down between her breasts.
The diamond encrusted cross and chain had been her fortieth birthday present from me, and I had been a little disappointed that she hadn’t worn it more often. She had make-up which accentuated her deep brown eyes and small but lovely lips. I couldn’t remember when she looked better or had spent more time on her dress and appearance. A silk translucent scarf around her shoulders completed the look.
I just stared and Maggie started to look embarrassed. “Is this too much?” she said. “I feel very exposed.
“You look stunning,” was all I could say, before adding, “you’re wearing the cross.”
“I wanted to wear it because it was your gift to me, and you are the most important person in my life. My heart will be with you even though I might be, er, I'm going to…”
“Your heart will be with me while your body will be with Simon,” I interrupted to help her complete her sentence. Why did I say that? I immediately felt like kicking myself.
“That’s not what I meant at all,” said Maggie, as she started to look upset and tears appeared in her eyes.
“Sorry, I know you didn’t. I know what you meant and I’m touched. I really want you to go and enjoy yourself, and I look forward to spending the night with you when you return.”
Maggie seemed to feel she had to justify herself all over again.
“You wanted me to buy this dress for tonight, you wanted me to go. I can’t do this if you have any doubts.”
I went over to hug her, and pulled her to me, smelling her perfume. I kissed her gently on the lips and as we separated I said, “I love you more than ever, and I’m looking forward to you coming back as excited as you were the last time you spent an evening with Simon. Go with my love and blessing.
Enjoy yourself. Make sure Simon doesn’t spend any time thinking of Linda or regretting that Kat couldn’t go with him. Make sure all his rugby friends know that you’re not a poor substitute for anyone else. And when you come home I’ll be waiting for you and looking forward to hearing all about it. Then afterward, I can take you to bed and we can enjoy your new underwear together.”
Maggie looked coy and coloured up. She could never talk openly about sex and was always painfully shy when I tried to raise the subject. I guess she could never change, and there was just so much else about her that I loved that I would have to accept it. Before we could talk further, the doorbell rang, and Simon was at the door. I let him in and saw a taxi behind him on the drive. He looked impressive in full evening dress with a white scarf. His eyes lit up when he saw Maggie.
“Jesus, Maggie you look fucking amazing!”
Simon almost instantly regretted his words. He changed his tone and started speaking in a very clipped tone.
“I’m so sorry, please accept my apologies. I don’t know what I was thinking. I meant to say that it would be a great pleasure to accompany you tonight, and I do appreciate both of you being so supportive.”
Maggie laughed. “I don’t want to hear anymore swearing, just because it’s a rugby club event,” she gently scolded him. “But I’m looking forward to being your partner for the evening and I hope we’re going spend lots of time on the dance floor. And thank you for inviting me, even though I’m not sure you did!”
We all laughed this time. I leaned towards Maggie and kissed her again on her lips and we held the position for just a moment before I reached down to her hand and took it and offered it to Simon. It seemed a strangely symbolic moment, but we all went along with it and Simon took Maggie's hand and kissed her on each cheek.
They looked so good together, andI couldn’t help a stab of jealousy in my stomach, but I kept it together, and smiled and said that I hoped that they would have a fantastic time. I decided that I need to record the moment, and I got my phone and took a photo of them standing together, dressed to impress, ready for their night on the dance floor. And then they left the house.
I watched them from the open door walk to the taxi, where Simon opened the car door for Maggie, and, ever so elegantly, she got into the back seat. Simon went around the other side and got in next to her.
I went to wave goodbye, but Maggie had already turned towards Simon and the taxi sped off without her turning around to see me again. Why should a small detail like that matter? I felt a sickness deep inside.
I had got company accounts to go through, I had a microwave meal to eat, I had picked out a DVD to watch and had got myself a few bottles of my favourite beer. I had intended to make sure I kept busy and distracted until midnight.
I failed completely. The evening seemed to drag. I couldn’t be bothered to microwave my meal, and so I just ate a bag of potato chips and drank the beer. The alcohol kicked in, its effect exaggerated by my lack of food. I thought of Maggie dancing with Simon, and I found myself in a sexual mood and I ended up searching for porn on the Internet. And what did I search for? Anything to do with wife sharing.There’s lots out there. I was torturing myself as I thought of Maggie pressing up against Simon during the slow dances or giving him the chance to glance at the top of her stockings during the quicker numbers or looking down her dress to the swell of her breasts as they held each with their faces close during slow numbers. I kept looking at the photo on my phone of them together ready for a big night out. I was feeling mad at myself because I had made this happen. I had persuaded Maggie to go even though she had had her doubts. Now I was struggling to cope.
The effect of the alcohol kicked in and finally, I dozed off in the armchair.
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