The 25-Year Itch Chapter 14: Touch Me In The Morning Part 1 free porn video

I was shocked that Maggie seemed ready to go back on our earlier conversations, when we had agreed that the next - and possibly last - adventure for us was that I should be able to spend some time with another woman.  Following her adventures with Michael when she had spent the night with him and repeatedly had unprotected sex, I thought we agreed that whilst she had enjoyed her fun, it had nearly ruined our marriage.  Now, less than a week later, Maggie was considering spending time with him again.

I knew I wanted to have the freedom to see my girlfriend from college, Elaine again but having not even met her since then, I didn’t know whether there was any chance of any intimate fun with her.

I wasn’t sure where this was all going.  Maggie seemed happy to say nothing more until I responded.  I didn’t know what I wanted to say.  So, I tried to be calm, measured and neutral.

“Would it just be meeting up for a meal?”

“That’s all he asked me to do.”

“But he still fancies you?”

“I haven’t talked about people 'fancying' me since I was a teenager.  After what happened before, he probably would like to do more, but I’ve not even agreed to dinner yet.  If you say no, I’ll tell him that I won’t do it.”

“If you did meet him, afterwards he would be miles away and out of your life?”

Why did I even say this? It seemed like I was starting to come to terms with the idea.  I couldn’t help it.  Every time I thought of Maggie with another man, I got excited.  As well as upset.  I was conflicted, but I wasn’t ready to admit it.  Yet.

“We won’t be seeing each other nearly every day and I’m sure he’ll soon forget about me and meet someone else.  He’s a very attractive man.”

I immediately felt upset when Maggie said this, even though I knew it was true.  I was worried about how attractive she found him.  Then again, he was going to be out of her life shortly.  I believed that if I said no to a possible further meeting, Maggie would accept my answer. Yet, I wasn’t quite sure that I wanted to say no.

“Can I think about it?”

‘Of course, I didn’t really expect you to agree straight away.  It’s really okay if you want to say no.”

“But you’d like to do it?”

“I don’t want to upset you like I did before.”

“But you’d like to do it?”  I wanted to press Maggie, even though I was torturing myself.  I wanted to know what Maggie felt, and I wasn’t going to let her just leave it to me.

“I’d like to be able to spend some time with him before he goes.  But only if you agreed, and it would be just dinner.”

“At his place?”

“He’s often boasted about his cooking and how he would love to cook me one of his risottos, but we could go out somewhere for a meal if that would make you feel more comfortable.”

“Although someone might see you together?”

“I’m sure we could find somewhere out of the way to have dinner.”

“You seem to have thought this through.”

“Not really, but I’m sure we could work something out.”

I felt I needed to keep pressing Maggie, as if I was scratching at a wound that had started healing but was starting to itch.  I kept up the questioning.

“Would you like it to be more than dinner?”

“I didn’t think that you would agree to dinner.  Which is why I said that it might be best not to meet at his place.”

“But would you like it to be more than just dinner?”

Why was I continuing to torture myself? I was fascinated by how my wife had changed.  I also seemed to be finding that the pain of asking was rather exquisite.  I didn’t know why.

Maggie was thinking before she answered.  I was determined not to break the silence.

Maggie spoke slowly and carefully.

“I’m trying to think why I find it so difficult to answer.  I feel that for years we’ve had a lovely family, and it’s been everything I wanted.  But these last few weeks have brought some massive highs as well as some pretty bad lows. I’ve experienced rushes of adrenaline that I can’t remember feeling in a long time, probably not since the first few months after we met.  Like some sort of extreme sports, even though I’ve never had a desire to play any sports, let alone extreme sports!”

Maggie smiled and I smiled back.  I wanted her to continue and I didn’t want her to feel that she was saying anything that caused me concern.  I was also fascinated to hear more.

“I don’t want to get addicted to those adrenaline rushes, but I can see how it could happen,” I said.  “I’ve admitted enjoying some of the experiences we’ve had.  Maybe even the risk to our relationship has been part of the excitement.  Although I would never be able to forgive myself if I broke up our marriage because of what I’ve done.  I want to share it with you.  I hope I’ve been able to show that by what has happened between us in the bedroom, but I know that’s not enough.”

It occurred to me that it wasn’t bad!   

Maggie finished by asking me, “...Does anything I’ve said make any sense to you?”

I thought carefully about what I wanted to say.

“I know a little about what you mean.  Our relationship is probably the most important thing in my life.  I don’t know why I would risk what we have, but I know that even though it almost drove us apart, it has also given us both amazing new experiences.  I worry about you seeing Michael again, because I know where that can lead to if you two are both alone.  He brings out something different in you.  Something amazing and dangerous.”

Maggie quickly interrupted me.

“Michael will never be to me what you are.  You and I share more than just a couple of wonderful children and twenty-five years together.  We share the same sense of humour and can laugh together.  We like the same music.  We have the same view about politics.  We know each other on such a deep level which I know I would never have with Michael.  Sometimes the age difference between him and me comes out and I realise that apart from teaching, and that night in London, we’ve got little in common. Whatever happens, I will always come back to you, if you’ll have me.”

Maggie came to sit next to me on the sofa and took my hand in hers.

“In some ways, the excitement comes from the fact that he is so different from you.  I could never love him like I love you, but I did have a good time with him and we work well together.  I’m sorry to even suggest this now, I know my timing is poor.  But I didn’t expect him to be leaving the school so soon.  Think about what you want me to do.  I’ll not agree to anything, and Michael will have to wait for my response.”

I wanted to check something with Maggie.

“Are you still okay with me seeing my old friend?”

Maggie was firm in her reply.

“Of course.”

I wanted to think about it for a while.  I needed time to try and come to terms with something I was struggling to admit to myself which somewhere deep inside I knew was true.  Since the weekend, I had been excited to meet Elaine.  I had been struggling to think of anything else and felt almost continually turned on with my cock hard.

However, when Maggie raised the possibility that she could meet with Michael again outside of work, that idea quickly stopped me thinking about Elaine.  I was feeling even more aroused, but now it was because I was thinking of Maggie and Michael.  I wasn’t sure I could admit that to Maggie.

I couldn’t sleep that night. As I heard Maggie’s steady breathing which signalled that she had fallen asleep, my mind was racing.

I knew that there were men who liked their wives and girlfriends to have sex with other men.  I always thought these men were different from me.  I didn’t have any desire to be a cuckold, or at least I was pretty sure I didn’t.  But the thought of my conservative wife and mother of our two children enthusiastically having sex with other men but still coming back to me, and then acting like the proper upstanding primary school teacher she had turned me on more than I ever imagined.  I was also madly jealous and torn up inside at the same time.  I found it intoxicating.

I still wanted my chance to have fun.  But thinking of Maggie with Michael was far more arousing for me.  At the same time, I had sensed how upset she was that he was leaving the area.  She said that she wasn’t and wouldn’t be in love with him, but I knew that she had strong feelings for him.  Would agreeing that she see him again risk reigniting a passionate affair for her?

I considered how the week after next might play out.  I was due to see Elaine on the Wednesday and Michael was due to leave Maggie’s school on the Friday.  I wasn’t sure how my evening with Elaine might go and it would almost certainly be no more than dinner with an old friend.  Although her messages had sounded very friendly.

If things didn’t go well with Elaine, and Maggie met up with Michael, I would feel jealous, but then I would have to make sure that they only met for dinner.  If necessary, by taking her to a restaurant and picking her up afterwards.  

If things went further with Elaine, would I feel better about letting Maggie meet Michael?  And maybe accepting that things might go a little further?

I decided that I would agree for Maggie to meet up with Michael for dinner.  I didn’t want her to regret not being able to say goodbye properly to Michael.  I knew there was a risk based on my wife’s recent track record that things might go further.  However, I was sure that whatever happened with Elaine, and I hoped something exciting might, I would always want to return to Maggie.  I believed that the same would be true for her.

I wanted to try and focus on my upcoming meeting with Elaine.  Maggie had agreed for us to meet and I thought that I could pretty much do what I wanted given what she had done, and that I was now going to agree for her to meet Michael one more time.

I was feeling aroused, but I didn’t wake Maggie, so I tried to put having sex out of my mind.  I must have fallen asleep at some point since my early alarm woke me.  I was having some wild dreams and felt I had hardly slept.

I dragged myself from bed and after a shower I sat by the bed as Maggie was waking.  I told her that I would be happy for her to meet Michael for dinner somewhere that was not his place, and that was out of the way to avoid the risk of meeting anyone we knew.  

Maggie smiled and hugged me. She thanked me for my understanding and trust.  I kissed her and told her how I wanted her to have fun but avoid anything more than a kiss. Or two.

And with that, we got on with our day.  I left for work and I promised to try and not be too late.

That Friday, Maggie told me that she and Michael had agreed that they would meet the following Friday after his last day.  There were plans for a night out with colleagues from the school on Thursday, and Maggie would avoid that and then meet up with Michael the next evening for a meal in a pub around ten miles away.  I was a little disappointed that it would mean that we wouldn’t have the whole weekend together, but I didn’t mention it.  It was one Friday evening and we would have plenty of others, including later that night.

The thought of Maggie going out with Michael was getting me excited.  Maybe it was Maggie’s wholesome image as a mother and perfect wife.  I tried to imagine what her family and wider circle of friends would think if they knew what she had done and that she was going on a date again with a younger black man.

I teased Maggie.  Would she dress up to make Michael remember what he would be missing?  She became shy and said that it was just an informal meal in a pub.  They would talk.  She intended to give Michael a lift so that she couldn’t be tempted to drink any alcohol.

I thought that would spoil the evening.  I made my suggestion that I could drive them to the pub and pick them up afterwards, or they could order a taxi back.  Maggie didn’t seem keen on the idea.  She seemed to want to avoid me meeting Michael in person.

I said that I felt that I should meet the man who had spent such a wild night with my wife.

Maggie started to tease me back a little.

“I’m starting to wonder if deep down you would like me to go further with Michael again?” she asked me.

“What would you offer me in return?” I asked her.

“We’ll see later,” was all she said.

The rest of the evening seemed to drag as I wondered what Maggie might do later.  I caught up with some emails before I went to bed and I could hear that Maggie had gone upstairs earlier and was in the bathroom.

She was still in the bathroom when I came upstairs to find a single bedside lamp lit the bedroom.  I noticed that on the nightstand on her side of the bed was a small bottle of massage gel I had bought some years earlier to try and increase Maggie’s interest in sex.  The gel claimed to possess a scent that enhanced the mood for seduction.  It also said it was an effective intimate lubricant. 

I recalled that I had persuaded Maggie to let me massage her once, and although it was a good night in that we did have sex under the covers, I never got the opportunity to use it again.  It had not seemed that effective on Maggie.

I was surprised that Maggie still knew where to find the oil.

It seemed that Maggie was intending to follow through on her teasing promise earlier.  I undressed down to my underwear, and on an impulse,  I changed into the silk boxer shorts Maggie had bought for me before she had met up with Michael in London.  I then got into bed, pushed the cover down off the bed and sat up and waited.

After around ten minutes, during which time I could hear Maggie moving around the bathroom, the door opened, and Maggie emerged wearing a dressing gown.  I could see her bare legs and I immediately wondered what she might be wearing underneath.  Maybe it wouldn’t be one of her normal pretty but conservative night dresses.  It clearly wasn’t one of her sets of warm winter pyjamas.

Suddenly Maggie seemed to become shy again.  She hesitated and I quickly wanted to reassure her.

“Come and join me,” I said, patting the empty space on the bed next to me.

Maggie didn’t look me in the eye as she slowly walked around the bed and came and sat next to me.  She shuffled closer and rested her head on my shoulder.  I put my arm around her.  I quietly whispered in her ear.

“I love you.”

Whatever she had planned, I knew this was well outside Maggie’s comfort zone.

Maggie snuggled up closer to me.  Her response made me even harder than I already had become.

“Be gentle with me.”

Maggie then moved away slightly and took off her dressing gown.  Underneath, she was wearing the same deep blue platform bra that she had worn when she had met Michael.  I could see her nipples through the lace, unusually hard.  She also had some black pretty brief panties on.  For just a brief moment, I thought of how she had allowed Michael to take the sheer briefs that matched the bra.  However, as I looked at my lovely wife and how she had dressed to come to bed with me, any negative thoughts quickly left my head.

Maggie slid down the bed and reached out to take my hand and bring me down next to her.  She first kissed me gently and then more urgently until we were kissing passionately with open mouths, our tongues duelling.  I ran my hands up and down her body.

Maggie smelled fresh and clean with an enticing scent which I could not recall her wearing before.  My hands went to her breasts and as I rubbed her nipples through her bra, Maggie gave little moans of pleasure.  She seemed almost as excited as I was by the prospect of sex together.

I moved my hands behind her back to remove her bra, and found my hands shaking like a teenager on a first date.  It made me think back to my time with Elaine many years ago when we were teenage lovers fumbling to remove our clothes.  I cursed my brain for allowing these thoughts to distract me from the lovely moment I was directly experiencing.

I wondered if I would even last long enough to get naked because I was so excited.  My mind was full of a heady mix of the moment in hand and some of the most exciting sexual moments from my past.  Maggie pulled my boxer shorts over my almost painfully hard erection.  She rarely got involved in undressing me.  She was becoming the more assertive woman I had always wanted her to be.

I pulled down Maggie’s panties as she removed my shorts.  We were both naked and Maggie had shaved her pubic area, just as she did for Michael in London.  Our naked bodies came together, and I wanted to enter her because I knew that I couldn’t last long.

I spoke quietly once more.

“Do I need to get a condom?”

I thought I knew the answer, since I could easily work out that it was not a safe time of the month for her.  And Maggie was always careful with me, if not with Michael.

But Maggie seemed to have another idea.

“We could do something which can’t get me pregnant,” she said.

Maggie turned her back to me and put her arm out to keep me a short distance away from her lovely body. She then reached out and took the bottle of lubricant from the nightstand.  She carefully squeezed some onto her fingers and then reached behind and spread some between her buttocks, and I saw her put a finger a very little way into her ass.

My mouth became dry and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Maggie put a little more of the gel on her hand and then reached behind and spread some over the head of my incredibly hard cock.  I nearly came as she rubbed the substance over me.  In the past, she rarely touched me there, and although she had recently given me blow jobs, it still felt like an incredible treat when she touched me.

I was trying to concentrate on what Maggie appeared to be proposing.  She had never entertained any touching around her rear entrance.  She confirmed what she was planning for me. Her voice was wavering as she spoke, but I couldn’t see her face.

“This way you don’t need to use a condom.  Please be very careful, I’m not sure if I can but I want to try, and I want it to be with you.”

With that, she took a pillow and placed it next to her and lay on her front so that her bottom was elevated. She turned to me and smiled and took my hand in hers and pulled me towards her.

Very carefully I mounted Maggie and positioned myself on top of her.  I tried to get my cock between her, feeling my whole body shaking with excitement.  I seemed to be in a fantasy beyond my wildest dreams.

I struggled to position myself so that my cock was lined up with her entrance.  Having tried and failed to get the right spot, Maggie reached behind and took my cock and guided it to the right spot.  I leaned forward and Maggie kept gentle hold of me as I tried to enter her.

I felt her sensitive anal sphincter acting as a barrier.  I held myself at her entrance for a few moments, enjoying the sensation but trying not to orgasm.  I applied a little more pressure and I started to ever so slowly penetrate her.

Maggie backed onto me a little as she encouraged me, but I knew this would be difficult for her. The resistance seemed to reduce as the gel lubricated my way forward and the pleasure overtook me as I entered her; I was nearly the whole way in when Maggie gave a little moan, whether of pleasure or pain I was not sure.  I moved in and out gently, and gradually Maggie moved with me, but I couldn’t last long.

I pushed harder and managed to get all of my cock into her.  Maggie made a little whimpering noise.  As she pushed back against me I couldn’t hold back and I spread my seed inside her.  I cried out in pleasure, enjoying the warmth I felt and the intimacy of not having any barrier between us.

My climax was intense, and it seemed to last much longer than is normal for me.  I leaned forward and Maggie turned her head so that we could see each other.  She had tears in her eyes, but she was smiling.

“Be careful taking it out.”

“It seemed to hurt you a lot.  I’m so sorry, I don’t want to cause you pain.”

“It only hurt at first. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be.  It felt special.  More intimate.  Something just for you and me to share.  I’m glad we did it.”

I kissed her and then carefully lifted myself off her.  I heard a little squeak from her, and I reached for some tissues to gently wipe her bottom.

Maggie removed the pillow from under her and moved onto her side, facing me.  We came together and kissed gently.

We didn’t say much for a while, but I wanted her to know how much I appreciated what she had done, especially because it was something that had been so taboo for her.  A lock of hair had fallen across Maggie’s eye.  I moved it away and kissed her again.

“Thank you, that was very special.  I’m sorry that you didn’t get much from doing that.”

“I enjoyed giving you pleasure.  I want you to know that you are still the most special person in my life.  Nothing has changed and nothing will change.”

“So was all that so that I will agree for you to do more with Michael on Friday?” I asked.

“It was to thank you for letting me have dinner with him.”

I kissed her.  Then she added:

“Although I still think you might like it if something else happened.  Maybe a bit.  If we had a few kisses?”

I wasn’t ready to commit, and I also wanted to enjoy the moment without worrying too much about what Maggie might do with Michael next week.

I went to the bathroom to clean up, and after Maggie had used the bathroom as well, we both returned to bed.

Under the covers, we lay in each other’s arms for a while until I shifted a little to make myself more comfortable as Maggie appeared to fall asleep, still naked.  After twenty-five years of conventional and rare sex, we had come so far.  I started to feel hard again, but I felt I needed to sleep.

As I fidgeted in bed, Maggie moved towards me again, and seemingly half-asleep reached out and gave me a kiss before lying close to me on her back.

I gently touched her naked body and she seemed to react.  I reached and touched the side of her breasts and then ran my hand carefully down her stomach towards her pubic area.

Maggie let out a sigh.

I was becoming more awake and I thought of how she had told me about waking Michael when she was with him in London.

Ever so carefully I lifted myself up and got onto all fours, sliding under the bedcovers.  I moved down the bed and then, moving slowly and deliberately, positioned myself between my wife’s legs, gently parting them. I leaned down between her parted thighs.

I kissed Maggie’s pussy lips very lightly, sensing where to put my lips in the dark.  She stirred and spread her legs wider.  I took this as encouragement and ran my tongue up the crack between her lips and then back down the length of her pussy.  I felt Maggie move and I heard her give a groan. I hesitated; my face close to her secret place.  I could smell her excitement.

I used my tongue again, licking Maggie’s pussy, as I tasted her as she was becoming very moist.  I inserted my tongue into her pussy and Maggie jerked but pushed back on me.  I tried to get my tongue as far as I could inside her.  Many times in the past, Maggie had become too sensitive as I tried to do this, and I had to stop.

This time I could sense that Maggie wanted my tongue.  I felt my lips and my face becoming coated in her juices and I loved to taste her.  As I felt her climax approaching, I withdrew my tongue from her pussy and moved it to her clit.  I gently stroked it with my tongue, as Maggie gave a cry and I felt her pussy push back on me and pulse.

I wished my cock was inside her to feel her intense climax, but her pussy seemed to gush and her hands grabbed my head, holding me close but wanting to keep me from pressing forward again. I knew this would be because of how sensitive she would have become.  I didn’t mind; I could feel how much she enjoyed the moment.

I moved up her body to kiss her mouth, my lips still wet from her pussy, but she didn’t seem to mind and kissed me with her mouth open and her tongue ready to meet mine.

We didn’t speak as we held each other close again.  I felt myself becoming hard again.  I knew Maggie could feel my erect cock pressed against her. I rubbed myself against her, and she wrapped her arms around me and gently encouraged me to mount her.

I was on top of my wife and we kissed gently again, open-mouthed as our tongues touched.  Maggie guided me so that my cock was against her pussy.  I couldn’t help myself as I rubbed by cock up and down her pussy and she gave a small moan.

Maggie moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, “I think you should put something on.”

I felt so close to Maggie, and I desperately didn’t want to break the mood.

“I could pull out,” I suggested.

Maggie had a playful tone as she replied, “I was told never to trust a man who promises you that. So mister, how can I trust you?”

“A gentleman never cums inside a lady without her permission, and I know you’re a lady.”

“Then I guess that’s okay then, just this once.  I would like you inside me now.”

I gently moved my naked cock to her entrance and pushed.  Maggie flinched a little and shut her eyes as I entered her.  This was not uncommon, even after two children and her recent adventures; she was often very tight, but as I entered further into her, she relaxed, and I felt her warmth envelop me.

I stopped and waited a moment.  Maggie relaxed, opened her eyes and pulled me all the way into her.  We kissed again.  The feeling of  being inside her, skin on skin was exquisite.  I nearly climaxed straight away, so I had to stop and I rested inside her our bodies as close as possible together, as if we were one being.

My heart nearly burst with love for my wife.  I felt she was all I ever needed, and I loved her more than ever.  

When I felt I could, I started moving in and out of her and she quickly became wet inside.  We made love for a few minutes, but I was so excited I had to withdraw, and as pulled out I came on her stomach.

Despite the wet pool on her, Maggie pulled me close again.

“I made a bit of a mess,” I said.

“I know, it doesn’t matter, I quite like it.”

We lay together for a while kissing gently while holding each other close.  Eventually I was dozing off to sleep and felt Maggie get up and go to the bathroom and clean herself up.  Then I felt her get into bed again, cuddle up to me and settle herself down to sleep. I fell deeply asleep, feeling completely content with my soulmate.

The weekend went by slowly and I was frequently distracted, one minute thinking about my first anal sex with Maggie on Friday evening, the next thinking about her meeting Michael again and then thinking about my upcoming evening with Elaine.

Maggie hadn’t asked me much about Elaine or what I was planning.  Knowing how much I was obsessed with what might happen between her and Michael, I found this strange.  I asked her if she was concerned about what might happen when I met with Elaine. She said that she trusted me and wanted me to be happy.  

But she asked me more about Elaine.  She understood that I was keen to meet up with her, but she was suspicious about why Elaine seemed equally keen.  She wanted to understand more about how close we were before.  I hadn’t been completely honest about how close Elaine and I had been. I had said that we had a mutual friend, Barry, at college. 

In fact, Elaine had been my first love, and we had been inseparable during the short time we had been together. The connection between us had probably been more physical since we didn’t share many common interests.  We liked different music and had different political views.  But we enjoyed sex together and I learned a lot from her about how to please my partner.

“Didn’t you date Elaine when you were at college?”  Maggie’s direct question caught me off guard.

Sometime over the many years I had known Maggie, I had probably mentioned Elaine, and since I couldn’t recall how much I said, I thought it best to be as honest as I could. I still was in contact with my college friend Barry and we had met up as families at events such as christenings and big birthdays.  I didn’t want to risk giving a false story.

“We did date for a while at college, although she was originally Barry’s friend. They never dated, and we went out for a while, but it ended, and I haven’t been in contact with her since I met you.”

Maggie wasn’t going to leave it there.

“Did you love her?”

I thought for a moment.

“I might have thought I loved her, but I was young, and it was nothing like the feelings that I had when I met you.  I always knew that Elaine and I weren’t a good match for the long term.  We had little in common. I was probably just flattered that she liked me.”

“But it sounds like you were into each other for a while.  It was pretty physical?”

“I thought we agreed a long time ago that what happened before we met is another country. We don’t go there.”

“But you’re going to see her again.”

“She dumped me, and I was upset. She went off with another guy and I heard that they married. I want to catch up with her, but I’m not looking to pick up where we left off a lifetime ago. You’re seeing Michael, who you definitely have been very physical with. If something happens, it’s not liable to be over dinner on Friday and she lives miles away, so you’ll get plenty of chances to cross-examine me before we arrange anything else.”

Maggie smiled.  “You’re right. I’m being mean but I’m curious. It might be exciting. But maybe for pillow talk afterwards.”

On Sunday evening, I asked her more about her plans with Michael.  They were going to meet quite early in the evening at a pub we didn’t know but had good reviews.  She was still planning to drive herself there and back.  She thought it might be a good idea if she couldn’t drink alcohol, given what had happened in the past when she had drunk too much.  She didn’t want to be out too late.

I was comforted about this, but I felt it was sad if she couldn’t have some wine.  I again suggested that I could give her a lift.  She then told me that she had already offered to drive Michael, so he could have a beer.  I was a little pissed that she hadn’t told me that before, but I didn’t want to make it into an issue.

“I could drive you both.”  I thought this might be my only chance to meet Michael, although I knew that I would find it a bit difficult.

“What about afterwards? It’s going to break into your evening, and you might want to go out for drinks if Kat or the others are around.”

"You could get a taxi back; it would just be one way."

Maggie wasn’t sure. “It’s good of you to offer, and I’ll see what Michael thinks.”

We left it there and went up to bed where we had slow sensual sex before Maggie put on some pyjamas.  I guess she wanted to make sure she got a good night’s sleep before work the next day.

As the working week started, I was starting to think more about meeting Elaine again.  I was excited but had to keep reminding myself that she might be thinking of a chance to reminisce over dinner with an old friend. She knew I was married and had no reason to think that I had any other plans.  The last thing she might be thinking was to get involved sexually with someone who was not available for a full relationship.

I kept reminding myself to limit my ambition to a nice meal followed by an evening alone in my hotel afterwards.  I organised my week so that I could work from home on Wednesday morning and take the afternoon off to head to my hotel early and prepare to see Elaine.  Maggie hugged and kissed me as she left for work and told me to enjoy myself.  All she asked was that I send her a message before she left for school on Thursday to let me know I was okay, and everything was fine between her and me. I promised her I would.

At lunchtime on Wednesday, I was in the bedroom deciding what to bring to wear that evening when my phone went, and I saw Elaine's mobile phone on the display.  We had exchanged numbers in readiness for tonight.

I grabbed the phone, excited to hear her voice for the first time.  I said, “Hi, Elaine.”

“Hi, Paul, sorry to ring you like this.”

“It’s not a problem, how are you?  Looking forward to this evening?”

 “Paul, I’m so sorry but I can’t make it.  My stupid son is in college up north and left a portfolio at home and needs it for an exam tomorrow.  I’m going to have to take the afternoon off and drive up and I won’t be back until late.”

“Can’t he come back and collect it?” I asked.

“If he comes back on the train, he won’t be able to get back tonight and he needs to be ready for the exam board first thing tomorrow.  He has to have an early night.”

I was about to ask why she had to ruin her evening.  Shouldn’t he learn the lesson and take responsibility for his mistakes?  But I realised I didn’t know Elaine and she had said that her son was her life.  I didn’t know anything about him or her.

“Paul, I’m so sorry. I’m not free tomorrow now but next week should be fine, if you’re in the area.  I don’t want to let you down.  Maybe I could come your way one evening?”

On impulse, I asked a question.

“What about Friday?”

“I didn’t think you would be available at the weekend.  What about your family?”

“It’s only me and my wife and she’s out with friends until late.  It’s one of her colleagues' last day at work.  I’m free, and it would be nice to have something to do rather than just stay at home on my own.”

“Well, I don’t have anything planned so I guess we could meet up.”

“Unless you don’t want to.”

“No, I’m just trying to work things out.  I’m sorry to have let you down with such short notice, so how about I come towards you? Maybe there’s somewhere we can meet halfway.  I might even see if there’s somewhere I can stay nearby.”

I did think of inviting her to stay at our place, but I thought that I should check with Maggie first. Then I remembered that I was due to drive her and Michael to their dinner.  It all seemed to be getting a little complicated.  I said that I would message Elaine with some suggestions later.

Once I had some time to think, I messaged Maggie to warn her that I would not be out that evening.  I then worked up a plan.  I would try and find somewhere not too far for Elaine to come but also not too far from where Maggie and Michael were to meet.  I would take them to their dinner, go on to meet Elaine.  Depending on how things went and how much alcohol I drank, I would either drive home or get a taxi and collect my car the next day.  And both Maggie and I could have our evenings with our separate friends.

I checked with Elaine and she agreed to come to the small market town I suggested.  I knew that there were some small hotels where she could stay if she wanted.  I found a reasonable looking Italian restaurant online and booked us a table for 8pm, which would give Elaine plenty of time to get to it and allow time for me to drop off Maggie and Michael.

I was so pleased with the plan that I didn’t stop to reflect on the fact that I was organising for both me and my wife to go out with different partners.  Is this how we were to be, or would this be a one-off, never to be repeated evening?

That evening, I explained to Maggie why Elaine had cancelled our date, but that we had agreed to go out together on Friday.  I could still give her and Michael a lift, which was just as well since she had earlier agreed with Michael that I would drive them both to dinner.  Maggie did say that she thought it was strange to be going out with different partners, but that she was pleased that I would not be home alone, and it would make it easier for her to enjoy her meal.

We also agreed that it should be fun meeting up later when we arrived home so we could have a late-night drink and share all the details of our evenings.

We went about our normal evening domestic life, just like we had done for many years.  But there was a tension between us, and sometimes I enjoyed the feeling and at other moments I had a feeling of dread that we had not stopped this madness.

However, it was now fixed that in two days’ time we were both going out with our different partners.  Even though we both said that we expected no more than a meal with someone from the opposite sex who was not our spouse, it was very exciting, and I didn’t think of much else.  I didn’t see us as swingers, just a married couple having one evening of mild adventure.

Friday evening was one of those warm, dry and humid summer’s evenings that we occasionally get in southern England. The sort where the nighttime temperature is only a few degrees lower than the daytime.   When windows are left open and sleep can be difficult.

We both managed to get home from work relatively early and hardly spoke as we busied ourselves getting ready.  We showered in turn and I wondered what Maggie would wear for her date.  I put on a smart check short sleeve shirt and some smart chino style trousers which I thought were right for an informal meal with a friend.  

When Maggie emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing a pair of smart jeans and a crew neck jumper.  I was a little surprised.

“I thought you might want to dress up a little for Michael’s last evening.”

“We’re only going for a meal in a pub.  I didn’t want you to think I was trying to seduce him.  Don’t you think I look nice?”

“You look great.  But I don’t mind if you want to dress up a little.  It’s also very warm out so you can go out with bare arms for once.  We’ve still got twenty minutes until we need to leave.”

Maggie seemed pleased with the idea. “You go downstairs, while I think of something else.  Remember, you suggested it.”

“I want you to feel good and I’ll be fine with my date. Feel free to dress how you would like to.”

I went downstairs and messaged Elaine to check all was okay.  I didn’t get an immediate reply, but I guessed that she might be driving.

When Maggie came downstairs, she looked stunning.  She had changed to a light blue summer dress with spaghetti straps and which stopped just above her knee.  It had a low neck.  Maggie had a black fine wool cardigan over it, which made her look effortlessly classy.  

She now had the same silver earrings and necklace that she had worn when she met Michael in London. The silver cross rested between her small breasts and was a focal point that drew attention to the hint of her small cleavage.

She was wearing black tights or stockings with black toed high heeled pump-style shoes with pointed toes which I couldn’t remember her wearing for a long time.

Maggie saw how I was staring at her.

“Too much?”

“Er, no.  Just stunning and I’m so pleased that I’m married to you.”

I went over to her and kissed her on the cheek.  I smelt the seductive and familiar scent she wore for special occasions.

“Now I’m starting to wish I was going out with you tonight.”

Maggie looked lovely and rather coy.

“We have plenty of evenings together, and we still have the night together when we get home.”

I smiled, “Promises, promises.”

Maggie said, “As long as you’ve been a good boy, I might have a treat for you.  My period finished this morning, so you don’t have to use a condom.”

“Now I’m definitely regretting that we’re going out separately.”

Maggie gave me one more hug. “I’m sure you’ll quickly forget about me for a few hours and have a great time. Then it will just be the two of us again.”

With that, we left hand in hand and got in my car.  Maggie put Michael’s address in the satnav and we had a twenty-minute drive to his flat, which I realised was in a new upscale development nicely situated in a small town close by.  

As we got closer, I started to feel increasingly uneasy.  Why had I suggested meeting Michael, the man who had spent the night with my wife? Was this really a good idea? Would I be able to cope with meeting him?

Maggie messaged him when we were five minutes away.  As I turned into the drive leading to the flats, I could see a tall well-built young black man walking out of the main entrance.  He walked in an upright manner, giving away his military background. He was wearing an open-collared short-sleeved white shirt.  Both his arms were adorned with tattoos.

He seemed to have an easy style to him.

I became determined to show him and Maggie that I could handle this.  As I pulled up close to where he was walking, I got out of the car and walked towards him.  He hesitated, smiled and looked down then up at me.  He suddenly seemed to be a little embarrassed.

I kept cool and reached out my hand to shake his.  He returned my firm handshake and I spoke.

“Good to meet you, Michael. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Michael seemed to recover his composure and looked me in the eye.  He seemed to tower over me although he was probably just four or five inches taller.  He had a stockier build which reminded me of our rugby-playing friend, Simon. Although I was of average height and build, I felt small and slight.

“Hi, Paul, I’ve heard lots about you too.  Maggie has been a great colleague and a special friend.  I really appreciate you giving us a lift tonight.”  His voice was rich and dark.

I hoped that I was maintaining my composure.

“No problem, just make sure she enjoys herself and gets home safely.”

“I will do that, Paul. I appreciate your understanding.”

I gestured to Michael to get into the back of the car.  It had crossed my mind to suggest Maggie should get in the back with him, but I immediately thought that it would send all the wrong signals.  For a passing moment, it seemed an exciting thought.

Micheal got in at the same time as I got back into the driver’s seat.  Maggie didn’t turn around but said, “Hi, Michael.”  He replied in the same manner.

I looked across at Maggie. Her demeanour and the atmosphere in the car had changed since Michael had joined us. She was looking flushed, and was staring ahead through the windscreen, avoiding my look.  She looked guilty.  Yet this was the man she had been working with every day, and they had last been together at school only a few hours ago.

I said nothing.  I just started the car, changed the satnav to take us to the pub and started driving.  I wanted to think of a way to change things, but having got this far, and with Elaine arriving to see me, the evening was already planned out.

After we had driven for a few minutes, the silence was getting to me.  I asked Michael whether he was looking forward to moving back nearer the rest of his family.  We had a stilted conversation.  He politely answered my questions while I felt I could feel Maggie breathing in short shallow breaths next to me.  

I wondered whether it was like this in the classroom when they were working or was it that there was something in the air tonight.  My thought reminded me of the song, and Phil Collins started singing in my head and I thought I was going slightly crazy.

Then Maggie spoke only to point out that I had ignored that satnav and had missed a turning.  I realised that my head was all over the place and I wasn’t concentrating on the road.

As calmly as I could muster, I turned the car around and concentrated on getting us all to the pub safely.  I didn’t want the journey to end because I didn’t want Maggie to go off with Michael. I wanted to cancel Elaine, drop Michael at the pub and take my wife back to our home.  What was I doing?

It was getting dark and the satnav was counting down the distance as we approached the pub.  I saw its sign ahead and slowed down more than was strictly necessary as we approached, and I saw the entrance to the car park. It looked like a nice place to go for a meal with a date.  Why had I agreed to Maggie’s date and why had I wanted to drive them there?

I drove into the carpark, which seemed very full.  Obviously, it was a popular place.

Somewhere, Maggie had seemed to get over her tongue-tied state.  Maybe she realised that I was struggling with what was happening.

“I don’t want to be home too late.  I’m tired after a long week.  Let me know when you know what time you’ll be getting home and you can pick me up or we can share a taxi.”

“I’ll let you know, if that’s okay with you, Michael.”  I thought I should acknowledge that this was his goodbye meal and he might have hoped it would be a later night.

“I’ll make sure Maggie gets back home whenever she wants.”

I tried to work out whether Michael was saying the same thing as me, or was he intending to change her mind?

Maggie responded.

"We’ll have a nice meal, but I’ve got a lot to do this weekend.  I don’t want to be too late either.”

Maggie was being assertive and I liked the firmness in her voice.

As the car stopped, she leaned over and kissed me.  She spoke quietly just to me.

“I’ll be good.  You have a great time, whatever you get up to.  See you later, my love.”

Maggie got out of the car and walked around to the driver's side as I lowered my window.

She bent down and kissed me again and I said, “Love you.”

Michael came around and reached into the window to shake my hand.

“Thank you, Paul, I really appreciate this.”

I wondered if he meant bringing him to the pub or handing Maggie over to him.  My response sounded a bit pathetic.

“No problem; have a nice evening.  Looks like the place is full, I hope you find a table.”

“I booked so we’ll be okay.  There’ll be a place for us.” I seemed to be able to conjure up another meaning from everything he said.

I watched as Michael and Maggie walked towards the pub entrance.  The distance between them closed as they reached the door, and as they walked inside, I saw Michael reach out and take Maggie’s hand.  Inside, they would be a couple arriving together, hand in hand.

I watched for a while, and the warm humidity of the evening entered the car.  It was very muggy, and Michael’s words seemed to hang in the still air.

I gathered myself, turned on the music player, selected a song and started driving off to my meeting with Elaine. As I drove down the road, a drumbeat started playing and soon Phil Collins was singing that he could feel it coming in the air tonight.