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Saturday 9th June 2018

Recap: Barely a month after the turmoil at the end of my wife’s affair with Chris, after the briefest of hiatuses we’ve conspired as a couple for Jill to take up with our two black next-door neighbors Freddy and Josh. Through them, we’d known Luther for just a week, and on Saturday he insisted on showing Jill and me around the high end and the definitely lower end of his ten-club chain.

After an evening of Jill flirting with Luther while his girlfriend Dee was my dinner companion, Dee’s dragged Jill down backstage in the strip club. With Luther having opened up about his desire that we might swing with him and Dee, I’m now waiting with a thudding chest for whatever he and Dee have got planned next.

The words announcing the arrival of the new, debutant stripper ‘Jade’ still echoed around my head like a pinball made of some toxic metal. There was just the tiniest part of my brain that thought that Jade might not be my beloved wife Jill. But my gut churned on full power, wondering what new highs and lows the next part of the evening might bring.

My whole body was drowning in adrenaline and nervous anxiety as my muscles, veins, and organs tingled and throbbed from the adrenaline high. I looked around the room, five big black guys on three sofas and I heard Luther’s recent words. How he knew we liked to play… how he wondered if we’d be his new playmates… how he liked exploring sexuality. Five big black guys, an interest in exploring. No wonder my mind was screaming and shouting at me. A marriage with a band-aid only recently applied, still in intensive care, and yet here we were.

At every single word from the announcer’s microphone, the pressure and pain in my chest had edged up an extra notch. By the time his last words reached my ears, my heart was pumping like one of those pneumatic drills guys use to fix the roads. I was struggling to breathe, trying to settle myself with deep gulps that seemed to make no difference.

Luther looked across at me and gave me a wink that only made me feel ten times more nervous and agitated. Fuck! What had we started here? What trap had we stupidly walked into? I looked straight back at him, trying to feel confident but my feelings were letting me down, knowing I must have looked white as a ghost and like a rabbit with a car bearing down.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught movement, looking away from Luther towards the wall behind the little stage. As I took in the sight before me every single nerve-ending and sense in my body notched up past full to overload. The sight was the most incongruous mini-conga I’d ever seen. Dee dancing in front, Jill next with her hands on Dee’s hips and swaying as best as she could, with Amber following up at the rear.

Jill looked as nervous as hell and I was amazed she was keeping up as well as she was. Her face was flushed and agitated, but with her two chaperones front and back she just about managed to keep it together and copy their body movements. As they congaed past me and behind the sofas, Jill gave me a nervous little smile, making eye contact for the briefest of moments before nervously looking away, her face betraying a mix of excitement and embarrassment.

The girls repeated their little choo-choo conga three times around the room, each time they came near me I took in another detail of how they looked and of the three matching costumes they wore. To say their outfits left little to the imagination would be the understatement of the year. Each was wearing identical transparent platform heels, a couple of inches at the front building to maybe five or six inches at the back. The effect clear, screaming ‘hooker’ – here for the entertainment of men, with no thought to the comfort of the women wearing them.

With Jill’s 34Cs the smallest, all three of the girls were ‘blessed up-top’. The white quarter-cup bras they each wore struggled to contain and control their big boobs as they jiggled and moved around the sofas. Their matching white thong panties showing three very shapely behinds each time they moved away from me for another circuit.

Finally, their little super-sexy choo-choo came to a halt. Still joined by hands on their hips the three of them climbed onto the stage, forming a little inward-looking triangle, hands now on shoulders as they danced to the loud music. Reminding me of the far more innocent memory of girls on the prowl in some teenage night club, slowly their little three-girl pod turning clockwise so that each of them had a moment in the sun, front of stage for the admiring pleasure of six very horny guys.

I know I should have felt differently, but my number one emotion was rapidly changing from fear and worry to pride in Jill and her body mixed with a gnawing excitement about what might happen in this seedy Miami exotic club. Jill’s tits might have been smaller than the artificially enhanced curves of Dee and Amber, but to me, she was the prettiest and more desirable of the three women on stage. Even if her moves were more nervous and less smooth than the others. Her tits were natural, not plastic. Her face softer and more open, not hardened by months and years in a place like this. She wore the exotic dancer’s uniform with a freshness and self-awareness that was different and more appealing than the other two girls, so used to showing and selling their bodies.

They continued like this for a while, I guess the length of the dance designed to help Jill (or should I say Jade) settle her nerves and adjust to this new environment.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any hotter, Dee leaned in and kissed Amber. The first kiss light and brief, the second long and lingering, her tongue thrusting deeply into Amber’s mouth. The Alpha female establishing her leadership in the clearest and most sexual way. Having sealed her position with a final, third sensuous kiss, she pulled back and smiled into the face of Amber, a look that somehow mixed dominance, tenderness and friendship.

My own emotions had found their way back from superheated to merely boiling, but as I saw Dee’s head turn right to look at Jill I groaned inwardly, wondering how long my poor mind and body could take this full-frontal assault on my sanity. My cock was hard like I was back in my teen years and my chest felt like a vice was crushing the air out as I saw Dee slowly lean in and place the first, brief kiss on Jill’s lips. Testing the waters with my beautiful wife.

Her head pulled slightly back to judge Jill’s reaction. They looked at each other, the smallest of smiles coming to Dee’s lips as she dipped her head back in and placed her lips back on Jill’s. This time long, not brief. This time her tongue entering Jill’s mouth, slow at first before thrusting and possessing Jill’s mouth. Her hands now on either side of Jill’s head, to make her ownership and possession of my wife clear to all. Jill included.

That deep and lustful kiss was, to the best of my knowledge, the first time that Jill had ever experienced any ‘girl-on-girl’ sexual activity, and with a shiver, I wondered what thoughts and feelings were going through my wife at that moment. After years and years of conventional married life, we’d pushed the envelope in so many ways this last year, but this was another new first. Jill standing there on a strip club stage letting her new friend explore her mouth in a way that was deeply sexual and left little doubt about what her new friend wanted to do with Jill’s body.

If Dee’s kiss with Amber had been highly sexual but quite brief, her kiss and possession of Jill seemed to go on and on. Only finally breaking for air after an eternity, pulling back to look into Jill’s eyes like a snake looks at a mouse, before turning to look at me and then re-engaging. Re-possessing Jill’s mouth, one hand to the side of her head, the other cupping Jill’s left breast for good measure. In case the kiss wasn’t doing enough to arouse Jill’s sexual hunger.

That second lustful kiss lasted almost as long as the first, Dee only breaking it to turn back to Amber. I don’t know if I was imagining it, but there seemed almost a jealous needy look on Jill’s face as Dee once again kissed the other woman. She stared at them, my wife seemingly unable to remove her eyes from the charged and erotic kiss between these two beautiful mature women. Lips pressed together, tongues dueling as this time Dee happily allowed Amber to pretend to be her equal rather than her submissive partner. The kiss going on and on, until they broke together and beamed at each other.

Dee nodded at Amber, surely a pre-arranged signal, and the two of them pulled Jill in so they stood just inches apart in the sexiest of triangles a man could ever hope to see. Dee softly stroked my wife’s face and gently eased her face around to face her, before kissing her. The first new kiss soft and brief, the second longer and more demanding. When Dee broke away, I saw a confused and disappointed look on Jill’s face, as if she’d expected the kiss to last longer. I only understood when Dee smiled at Jill and eased her to face Amber.

The ask was clear. Dee and Jill had kissed. Amber and Dee had kissed. The only unexplored angle in this little sapphic lust-palace was clear, with Amber smiling at Jill and touching her lips to Jill’s in the softest and most tender of motions. Again testing the waters for resistance or reluctance, before re-engaging for the longer kiss as her tongue probed Jill’s mouth.

Their kiss was long and heated and I suddenly felt another wave of pain in my chest, my mind conjuring fresh doubts and worries. If I’d only just managed to hang onto Jill when men were the only temptation in our open marriage, did tonight mean we’d soon be rolling two dice instead of one every day? Doubling the chance that eventually one dice would land six and I’d be again scrambling to retain Jill in my life and my bed.

I closed my eyes, hoping to see a saner and less dangerous picture when I opened them. Finally opening them to see instead that Amber and my wife were still kissing. What had started as a one-sided move before I’d shut my eyes, now decidedly an erotic act between two equally proactive and aroused people.

When Amber and my wife’s kiss finally ended, Dee whispered something in Jill’s ear. For a moment Jill looked shocked, looking quizzically and uncertainly at Dee. It was as if Jill was asking to be excused or something, but Dee just nodded her head as if to confirm whatever it was she’d said to Jill.

Jill suddenly seemed more nervous and I wondered what Dee had asked, but the look of resistance and questioning had now left her face, replaced by a look of acceptance and compliance. Dee nodded again and Jill turned away, now looking at Amber, her hands disappearing behind Amber’s back, unclipping Amber’s little white bra with the ease only another woman could manage.

As Amber’s tiny quarter-cup bra fell to the floor, I gazed at her beautiful tits. I was pretty sure they were enhanced, but the surgeon had done a great job and they looked almost natural, the perfect shape and the perfect size on her slender Latina figure. The way they were falling and rising with her breathing and her pink and very erect nipples telling me just how excited she was.

For the briefest of moments, those beautiful tits had a hypnotic hold on me, only broken when I saw Dee raised her arms up high in the air, smiling at Jill in a way that told her what was expected of my wife next. Even from ten feet away I could see how much Jill’s fingers were shaking as after a moment’s hesitation she did as she was told. Reaching behind Dee’s back to unclip a second brassiere, leaving herself as the odd one out.

Dee nodded again, and I saw her mouth a single short word to Jill. ‘You’ it seemed like, which made sense as my nervous-looking wife looked across at me for guidance.

I was surprised at Jill’s re-connection with me, as apart from one little moment she’d not looked at me or acknowledged me since she’d entered the room with the other girls. But having obeyed Dee to remove two bras, she now looked to me for my guidance before deciding whether to obey Dee’s third command.

Our eyes locked together, both of us sucked into the eroticism and mood of this place. A temple to carnal pleasure and lust. Both of us unsure of what to do. Luther’s words ringing in my ears, about how his hobby was exploring sexuality and that he hoped Jill and I would be Dee and his ‘playmates.’

Fuck!

All my alarm bells were ringing again. Shrieking at me on full volume, like I had a station of fire tenders in my head. Telling me that if I gave Jill the slightest encouragement or sign of approval, there would be no going back. We’d have crossed another Rubicon and be headed down yet another slippery slope into I don’t know where. An abyss so deep and dark that I had no idea if it even had a floor at all. My breathing and chest unbelievably painful and pressured at the enormity of the decision I needed to take.

Jill and I just stared at each other – our eyes locked in some eternal circle of indecision. Fuck! What should we do? What could we do? I was so caught up in this dilemma and my wife’s desperate look for guidance that I’d not noticed that Dee had left the little stage and crossed to the sofa where Luther and I were sat.

She stood stock-still in front of me and bent down from the hips so her large fake tits were right in my face. She posed there unnecessarily, almost taunting me with her tits touching my face, before taking my hands from my lap, where they’d been discretely rubbing my cock. Lifting me to my feet and leading me across to the little stage.

As we stepped up onto the stage she kissed my ear, touching my shoulders to place me directly in front of Jill. “Kiss your wife, Dave, honey,” she hissed into my ear. “Show her how much you love her.”

Jill and I hadn’t stopped looking into each other’s eyes, even as I’d walked across, and I was happy to do something as safe and normal as kissing the woman I loved. Enjoying the feeling of her so close, the smell of her perfume as my nose was so close to her. Our lips soft and familiar, our tongues in each other’s mouths in a way that was more loving and tender than she’d just experienced.

Even as I kissed my wife, I felt Dee’s hot breath back in my ear. “Jill’s got beautiful tits, Dave, at least as nice as mine and Amber’s, maybe even nicer. Why don’t you give the boys all a treat and take her bra off? And then I’ve got a special surprise for you.”

This woman was an expert seductress. Mixing flattery with intrigue and pure lust. Playing me like a fiddle, smiling as she saw my look of hesitation soften as she gently took my hands and helped me move them behind Jill’s back. “There’s a good boy. You’ll have your surprise in a minute. Just after you give the boys a treat, let them see Jill’s full beauty.”

My fingers were now shaking, just like Jill’s had been as I allowed myself to be hypnotized and seduced into revealing Jill to ten pairs of lustful eyes. Five black faces who were willing me on to remove the flimsy white fabric that covered my wife’s succulent boobs from them. I found the hooks and eyes, but try as I might my clumsy and trembling fingers didn’t work. Feeling like a fool as I felt all those pairs of eyes on me. Feeling a strange vibe radiating from Jill as she looked at me, almost as if she was impatient and disappointed in me in equal measure. Her own indecision and fear matching my own.

Finally, my fingers worked and bizarrely I felt a sense of boyish and innocent pride in my small achievement, as the hooks came clear of the eyes and I pulled the little garment away. Allowing those ten male eyes to feast on my wife’s heaving chest, nipples hard and proud and telling everyone in the room she was very aroused, whatever other mixed thoughts might have been in her head.

My simple task achieved, I suddenly didn’t know what to do next. I felt like the boy pulled to the front of the class by the bossy teacher who’d recited his poem and now awaited his pat on the head before sitting back down at the rear of the class.

But no pat came, instead, it was Dee’s hot breath I once again felt in my ear. “We all want to see what ‘true love’ looks like, Dave. We want to see you fuck Jill. We know you two like to ‘play’, so we thought you might like a little audience, you know, to spice things up a little.”

I turned to look at Dee, and honestly, I couldn’t read her face at all. Her smile was both teasing and genuine at the same time, her hand rubbing the head of my cock to make me as hard and as compliant as possible. Her hand slipping inside my pants and squeezing me as she kissed my ear. “But, Dave honey, there’s a little extra incentive. If you can’t last more than three minutes inside Jill, she gets to spend the night with either Luther or Malcolm. If you cum inside two minutes, we’ll let her see both Luther and Malcolm’s cocks and then she makes her choice. From what I hear, your wife’s quite the size queen these days. And both of my boys should be able to give her a night she won’t forget in a long time.” Her hand giving my cock a final squeeze as her tongue circled and tickled the inside of my ear.

This was all moving way to fast. In our earlier conversation, Luther had made no bones about his intentions towards Jill. And now his girlfriend’s right hand was stroking and caressing my hard cock while her left hand was unbuckling my belt. Her breath still warm in my ear as she played with my mind as she said words only she and I could hear. “It’s a win-win, honey. We both know you’d love to see Jill disappearing off for the night with either of those two black bulls. To know she was being fucked to her heart’s content until finally, she drags herself back home for some rest and TLC from her loving cucky husband. Just go with the flow, Dave, baby. We both know how you’ve missed this game since Chris left town. Freddy and Josh are fine, but I know you want something more …”

Was this woman some kind of witch or sorceress? How could she see so far and so deep into my heart and my soul? Was she just guessing, or did she have some direct-line plugged into the deepest recesses of my mind? Able to see my deepest and darkest thoughts, those that sat there right next to the fears and terrors that kept them company. Twin brothers that fought and played together as only brothers can.

How did she know the thought that I barely dared admit to myself? That despite the price I’d nearly paid, I did miss the danger and excitement that Jill’s affair with Chris had brought into our lives. That intoxicating and addictive mix of sexual highs and high-wire thrills. Tip-toeing on the edge as I’d allowed Jill and Chris’s relationship to deepen to such dangerous levels.

With a heart that felt that sinking feeling whisked in with almost unbearably painful excitement, I shouted ‘fuck it’ to myself and gave myself to the pleasure of tonight’s high. Casting aside any thoughts to the price that might have to be paid tomorrow or the day after.

As Dee struggled with my belt, I shimmied my hips just a little to help my pants slip down. Impatient to be free and to be able to stick my cock into Jill and reclaim her, however briefly, in this crazy night of excitement and aching fear. Kicking my shoes off as I stepped out of my pants and boxers, I looked over to see Amber leading Jill over to a small set of black cushions. Although they were right in the middle of the stage, their blackness had made them near invisible unless you knew what you were looking for.

Jill was gently helped down, her breasts wobbling so enticingly as her ass hit the cushions and she allowed herself to be lowered until she was now laying down. Dee kissed me softly as she undid the last of the buttons on my shirt, once again whispering in my ear. “Show her how much you love her, honey. Show us all what a real marriage and a real man looks like,” her warm breath told me, squeezing me again as she took hold of my slim but diamond-hard five and a half inches. Pulling me like a prize farm animal towards the waiting female, like some breeding ritual of a mare and a stallion or an in-season heifer and a prize bull.

I knew damned well I was being manipulated and also quite possibly the butt of some tongue-in-cheek joke, but I really didn’t care. As I was momentarily disoriented by the quiet hum of a hidden electric motor, all I cared about was feeling the soft skin of Jill’s lips and body and sinking my cock as deep into her as I could manage. As the hum continued, I realized it was driving a small hidden platform, lifting Jill’s near-naked body up off the floor to a height more suited for what they wanted me to do. More suited for me and more suited for them to watch.

The hum finally ended and Jill’s body was now at the perfect height and the perfect position for me to do what I wanted to do more than anything else in the world. The darkness of the material had originally hidden it, but now I saw the little platform was in a kind of Y shape, with the motor also having lifted the back and headrest part so Jill’s upper back and head were lifted so she could see the action just as well as the rest of the audience.

Dee gave me one final kiss, this time on the cheek. “Go for it tiger,” she encouraged me as her hand touched my ass, gently pushing me forward between my own wife’s thighs.

I lowered my body to match and cover Jill’s reclined body. Although I ached to sink deep into her, as I looked into those emotional and begging hazel eyes, I knew that more than anything I needed to kiss her. To reconnect, to reclaim her and make a statement that whatever crazy things might happen tonight it was Jill and me together against all comers. That we’d coped and survived with all the shit of the affair with Chris and that we were equal to any new games or stresses Luther and Dee might be able to dream up and throw at us.

I don’t think I’d ever felt closer to Jill than at that moment. Only the two times she’d given birth to our children came anywhere close. Our eyes locked together and I knew we perfectly understood each other. It didn’t matter that we were on a stage and that I could hear the onlookers as they started a rhythmic clapping. At that moment it was like Jill and I were alone. The only two people in the world, about to connect in the purest expression of our love. The touch of my lips to hers felt magical and electric, almost with the sensation of a physical charge passing between us. As the soft touch of lips on lips gave way to the more base and needy feel of our tongues pushing hungrily into the vacant space in each other’s mouths. A crude but incredibly erotic facsimile of what we each desperately wanted to do next.

That kiss went on and on, Jill’s hands teasing and stroking the small hairs on the back of my neck. Her legs wrapping around the small of my back as if she were afraid she might lose me. Nothing in the universe was more unlikely as I felt the cheap plastic of her hooker heels digging into my flesh.

I felt so unbelievably happy as Jill broke our kiss and looked again deep into my eyes. “I want you, I want you inside me, honey,” the hunger and need that shone out almost melting my heart as she spoke.

Feeling a swelling pride in my chest, I pulled back just a little and pushed the tiny filament of fabric that was her gusset to one side. My cock instantly hardening even more as I saw that Jill’s trip backstage had included some gardening of her pussy hair. Now cut back to just the tiniest of landing strips above her very wet and excited pussy lips. Something I could have maybe guessed from the briefness of the costume panties, but still something that took me by surprise.

Jill caught my surprised look and giggled. “Do you like it, honey? It’s still all me down there, it’s just that’s how most of the girls wear it down there. It’s just more practical, with the costumes, and with some of their other activities …”

“It’s lovely … very sexy and hot,” my parched and cracked voice just about managed to get out, my whole body shaking and making it near impossible to speak properly. But my fingers made it clear I approved, as they teased up and down the length of Jill’s slit, winning a long moan of approval as Jill’s eyes fluttered closed and her moan turned into a full-blown ‘Mmmm’ of pleasure.

“Hurry up baby, I need to feel you inside me,” Jill’s shaky voice begged, the desperation in her voice making me feel so strong and happy. Her legs tightened around my back and pulled me closer, backing up her words about how urgently she needed me inside her body.

But despite my overwhelming love for her, her need just sparked a nasty little voice inside. “Beg for it, honey. Beg for it and tell me how much you need me,” my still croaky voice teased, matching the way my fingers still teased her little button and cunt lips.

“Please, please, baby. I need it, put it inside me now. I need it. I need you.”

As I finally gave in, a nagging little voice wondered whether it was me she needed more, or ‘it’ that she needed. The ‘it’ of a cock, any cock. Just something hard to fill the hole of a female on heat. A female who’d been expertly built-up to the pitch of desire and need by an evening of flirting with a new man, topped off by the eroticism of make-believe that she was some Mata Hari style dancer just like Dee and Amber.

It was an exciting and a troubling thought, but I didn’t care as I moved my fingers and sank the cock that had made her pregnant twice before deep into Jill’s body. Jill was so on heat and so wet that I sank fully into her in one easy motion. A hot knife slicing into hotter and more slippery hot butter. Hardly any friction felt by me or I guess Jill, not that it mattered because we were both on such an emotional high of need and arousal.

As I pulled back and thrust in again, I didn’t care about the overwhelming wetness and lack of friction. Jill and I loved each other. My cock might not be as big as the various guys I’d shared her with these last months, but it had been plenty big enough to keep her happy for more than twenty years and to give her three children.

I started a slow and steady rhythm as my hips pushed and rose, loving the all-enveloping feeling of Jill’s thighs on my flanks as her long legs held me in her snare. Loving the tender yet needy way she looked at me, both of us knowing that sex is first and foremost something in the mind. Loving the warmth of her pussy and the slickness of her arousal. Even though I could hear the continued rhythmic clapping of our little audience, I didn’t give a shit. They were on the outside looking in, even their whoops of encouragement couldn’t disturb this wonderful moment of love between me and the woman whose life I shared.

Jill and I were lost in each other, just loving every moment as we stared at each other and my body made love to the woman who’d stolen my heart all those years ago. We were in our own little world, ignoring all the outside distractions that they were all throwing at us. Two people united as one as we’d so often been through the years.

But this moment of intense euphoria and joy was rudely interrupted as I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Remember the deal, Dave. But you’re doing really well, honey,” she cooed as I turned to look at her teasing face. She kissed me on the cheek and I began to think I’d maybe misjudged her, before a second little peck came as I suddenly felt a long and sharp female nail scrapping up the centerline of my ball sack.

Dee’s smile turned from warm and friendly to mischievous tormentor as a third peck heralded a series of long, slow and achingly delicious touches to my balls. Little squeezes joining the way she was stroking and teasing my sensitive skin. Her smile and the look that passed between us telling me she knew exactly how her touch was making me feel. She was hell on legs the way she was teasing and tormenting me, the touch and gentle squeezing of my balls egging me on so I’d cum long before the prescribed three minutes.

Fuck! Her touch felt so good. The mix of her gentle hand and my beautiful wife in front of and underneath me enough to make any man shoot his load. I felt that familiar tingling in my cock as Dee’s teasing work started to have an effect. Closing my eyes, I tried desperately to think of other things. Anything that might delay the inevitable, postpone the inevitable as the tingling and throbbing of my cock got hotter and hotter.

Shit! I didn’t want to give Jill up for the night. After all the time she’d been spending with Freddy and Josh, it felt like I’d only just got her back. I didn’t want to give her up for the night. I wanted her all to myself, my heart and mind screamed out.

“Just let go, honey. Don’t worry. Whoever she ends up with will take good care of her. I assure you. I know you love her and want her to have a good time. And believe me, she’ll have a far better time with either Luther or Malcolm. Just relax, baby. Just relax and give it to her as a gift,” the snake in female form whispered to me, all the time her nails and gently kneading fingers teasing me closer and closer to the brink. All the time the sap in my balls and cock rising higher and higher as I reached the point of no return. All my thoughts of the most unerotic and exciting things having no effect against the malign magic this supposedly friendly temptress was weaving.

“That’s it … there’s a good boy … I can see your balls starting to do what they want to … just let go and enjoy it, honey,” her soft words egged me on, her eyes joining mine as we both knew I was about to shoot. To cum long before the prescribed three minutes.

Dee’s soft fingers joined Jill’s as they both stroked and encouraged the back of my neck, my head thrown back as I roared out and spat my seedless juices deep into my beloved Jill. My hollow victory made slightly more tolerable by the way Jill’s legs squeezed and owned me as she cried out with her own orgasm, panting and sobbing and pulling me as close as she could. Pulling me down so that we could kiss and be united in the closeness the moment demanded. Jill’s arms wrapping themselves around my neck just as her legs were wrapped around my back, kissing me as if her very life depended on it.

We were two sobbing panting animals, two beating loving hearts united in a moment of true spiritual union and ecstasy as my cock pumped and throbbed far longer and more violently than a man of fifty-one expected. The near perfectness of the moment only tarnished by the cuckoo in the nest, her saccharine voice not content until she added one final thought. “Something seems to have got you fired up tonight, hubby. I wonder what that could have been?”

(Thanks to cbears52 for his careful and timely editing.)