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Wednesday 5th September, Ingraham Park, Coral Gable Florida

“Dave, honey, there’s no easy way to say this...”

These were the bone-chilling words that Jill finally found the courage to say fifteen minutes after we’d started our hand-in-hand walk through the park’s natural beauty that should have had such a restorative effect on my soul.

As it was, I was feeling anything but restored, Jill’s words immediately causing my mind to race back to what she’d told me when I’d landed back from L.A., almost the first words out of her mouth being ‘We’ve got so much to talk about … so much has happened in the last few days.’

Jill’s new words caused me to judder to a halt, like some woodland animal feeling a hunting shell slamming into its center mass, turning to look into Jill’s nervous face.

“Dave, honey, do you remember when we talked before? You remember how I promised you I’d never leave you for another guy, but how I said I couldn’t promise I’d never fall in love again, because life’s not like that?”

She waited for me to reply, as if it was some formal script whereby I had to say my part. It was a weird feeling – half knowing what she was about to say, the love bit, but not knowing the rest, where she might take it. So I felt as nervous and gut-wrenchingly scared as if I knew none of it.

“What are you trying to say, Jill? Do the decent thing and put me out of my misery, just spit it out, don’t string me along and make it ten times worse…”

Jill winced at my rebuke, looking down at the ground for long seconds before summoning the strength to look back up and into my face.

“Dave, honey, when we started playing this game, we both knew there were dangers. That there were risks. That I might fall in love with one of the guys you shared with me.”

I felt my blood start to boil. ‘With one of the guys you shared with me’. She was making me out to be the bad guy, as if it was all my fault and she was some kind of helpless victim with no control over events.

“Jill, what exactly are you saying, and whatever it is you’re saying, are you really saying it’s all my fault because that’s what it sounds like,” the anger in my voice clear, my words delivered with a tone dripping in righteous indignation.

The anger seemed to shoot right past Jill, maybe she was too nervous to notice it or take it on board, too intent to finally say what she was so obviously struggling to share.

“Dave, honey, I love you and I never want to leave you, but I’ve fallen for Malcolm. And I’m truly sorry if that hurts you, but I want to be honest with you. Be straight with you, just like I was with Chris.”

Mentioning Chris’s name wasn’t the smartest thing she could have done, the name guaranteed to raise my hackles and feel infinitely more angry and upset.

The human mind’s a strange thing. Although I’d already known what Jill had just told me for nearly a week, I felt genuinely outraged and upset, my angry response being real and not some act. My fears and anger at what might come driving the look on my face and the anger in my voice.

“So you love him, but you don’t want to leave me, at least not for now. So what does it mean, what happens now?” I asked voice dripping with acid and pain, the reference to ‘not for now’ deliberately intended to hurt Jill, reminding her of her brief dalliance with the idea of leaving me for Chris.

My meaning wasn’t lost on Jill, a look of hurt immediately appearing on her face, making me feel one part guilty for nine parts happy at having landed a blow when I was feeling so wounded and hurt.

“That’s not fair,” she complained, genuine hurt in her voice. “How many times do I have to apologize for that? How many times do I have to say sorry?”

I could have deescalated, been more conciliatory. But I wasn’t in the mood, so instead, I took the opening. “You can see my point, can’t you?” I asked as if I was addressing a particularly stupid child. “You say you’ll never leave me, but then you go and do something like that with Chris. You do see my point, don’t you?”

Just for a moment Jill’s face flickered and I thought she was going to start crying, but just as quickly I saw a familiar look appear. Jill’s one of the most patient and loving people I know, but like most people like that, if you push her too far you’ll reap the whirlwind, and that was what I started to see slowly build in her normally loving face.

“See your point? See your point? Of course, I see your fucking point, Dave. After all, you never wanted any of this, did you? This was all me, all the time, all the men. Daryl – that was me. Chris – that was me. Freddy and Josh – obviously me, I virtually forced you to let me go over and flirt with them when I’d just finished fucking with Chris. And then Luther and Malcolm – me, me, me.”

I tried to interject, realizing I’d pushed too hard and that I’d be wise to try and cool her down, but she had no intention of letting me get a word in edgeways.

“It was all me, the sick demented slut, married to the poor loving man who never once encouraged me to stray. Who never once told me how exciting he found it. Who never once told me we couldn’t stop when I told him I was worried and that maybe we should try and stop. How stupid of me to think it was ever anything less than a hundred percent all my idea and fault.”

“Ji―” was as far as I got.

“No, shut the fuck up. I hold my hand up, yes some of this is on me, but don’t you dare stand there with your holier-than-thou attitude, patronizing and insulting me, making me feel like it’s all my idea, all my fault. We did this thing together, Dave, and I try to talk to you honestly and openly as an equal and you throw it back in my face. Well, fuck you, Dave. If that’s your attitude.”

Finally, she was done.

I was in shock, just staring at her, trying to work out what to say, but before I could even speak she’d stormed past me and was off walking back towards the car. Leaving me rooted to the spot trying to decide what to do, watching her figure getting smaller and smaller as paralyzed by indecision I tried to work it out.

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When I got back to the car, there was no sign of Jill. I toyed with ringing her, but I was angry and hurting, sure that she was the one who had to make the first move, make the first apology. So after a final look around, I climbed in and drove home.

As I got nearer to home I was aware of a painful, nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach as I started to wonder whether when I turned the corner into our road I’d see Jill’s car in our drive. Or whether she was so upset and angry from our argument that she’d have driven off somewhere until we’d both calmed down.

Arguments of this scale had been few and far between during our twenty-plus years of marriage, and the two or three times we’d ever argued like this before we’d always managed to patch things up. Both naturally calm and conciliatory people, when our blood had calmed we’d both been equally upset and almost traumatized that we’d let our tempers get the better of us. The fear of what and where Jill might have gone was gnawing away at me as minute by minute I got closer to home, as I clung onto the memories of the happy endings from all of our previous major fights.

But as I finally turned to the corner, my heart sank as I saw the empty space where Jill’s car usually sat. Immediately thinking the worst, that she’d upped sticks and headed off to lover boy’s house.

Letting myself in, even though her car was gone, I still had the misplaced hope of a true-born optimist that maybe she’d still be there, that maybe she’d just moved her car around the corner to scare me. But when I put my pride to one side and called out, my call went unanswered.

Feeling thoroughly depressed and upset – how had we gone from family wedding and new job to this so fast - I slumped down in my favorite armchair, eyed the Scotch but thought better of it and just sat there ruminating. Angry at myself for sparking Jill’s temper, but equally angry at Jill as I was the one who had more to feel upset about, having a wife fly off the handle when I’d understandably been upset by Jill’s words about loving another.

I just sat and stewed like that for a good hour, my feelings a melting pot of fear, indignation, and worry that this might turn out worse than things had gone with Chris.

During this hour, my self-respect had helped me resist the desire to go and check Jill’s wardrobe, to see if she’d taken clothes and suitcase with her, but after an hour my fears and need to know got the better of me and I headed upstairs to check.

I breathed a sigh of relief that nothing appeared to be gone and returned downstairs feeling a little happier, wondering how long I’d have to wait and what I should do while I waited.

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It was three hours that I had to wait, which seemed more like thirty-three, as several times I nearly gave in and called Jill.

Sitting in the lounge, trying my hardest to read, my heart rose as I saw Jill’s car come round the corner and pull into our drive. But it was only a solitary moment of happiness as Malcolm’s SUV was just yards behind it, my heart sinking as Jill stepped out and waited for Malcolm so they could walk into our family home together.

Seeing her walk in like that, when she should have been alone so as we could talk, had my blood spiral from calm to boiling point in less than a nano-second.

Hearing the door open and then seeing the two of them standing there in the lounge as if butter wouldn’t melt achieved the unthinkable of making me even angrier.

“What the fuck?” I spluttered, incapable of saying or thinking anything else.

“I came here to try and talk,” Jill replied, her voice calm and reasonable, the opposite of how I was feeling. “Can’t we all just sit down and talk?” she asked.

“What’s he doing here? Maybe we could talk if he wasn’t here,” I said pointing at the black man-mountain, painfully aware that the six-seven giant could crush me like an eggshell if things got heated, thinking back to how he’d humiliated Chris without breaking a sweat.

Jill gave me a strange look. “Don’t pretend like this is all a shock to you. Luther’s told me all about it. About you and he secretly colluding, spying on me last week, getting your secret kicks. So don’t you stand there high and mighty, pretending like you didn’t know about me and Malcolm. About how we feel about each other. Just don’t, okay. For once, come out and be open and honest about it.”

Jill’s words knocked the wind right out of my sails. I suddenly felt deflated, struggling to keep the spirit to fight and stand up to Jill, and Malcolm stood right there in front of me in my family home. In our family home.

Luther had played me. Using the secret we shared like an expert card player uses the Ace of Spades or a Wild Card to trump whatever’s on the table. I felt belittled and humiliated.

Maybe it was seeing the wounded hurt look on my face, but something caused Jill’s face and voice to suddenly soften.

“Dave, honey, let’s not fight. Let’s talk, like we always do. I know you love this game we play, and I know I still love you and always will. Surely we should be able to work this all out,” her voice a paragon of calm reasonableness.

“What’s there to talk about? You’ve made your feelings clear,” the fight having left me, all I had left was self-pity and feeling sorry for myself.

“Don’t be like that, honey, there’s plenty to talk about. I told you I’d never leave you, and I stand by that, your my husband and I love you and I always will.”

I took a deep breath and looked straight into Jill’s eyes – our eyes locked together, feeling that for the first time since she’d met me at the airport we were genuinely connecting emotionally. We just looked deeply like this for what seemed an age.

“What is it you want, Jill?”

Jill paused, her mind working hard to choose just the right words. When she was finally ready she didn’t waver from looking at me for even a single moment.

“Honey, I’m a greedy girl, and besides being my loving husband you’re a cuckold who loves to watch. It might be painful to admit it, but that’s how we are, honey. And you happen to be in love with a lady called Veronica and I happen to love you and this guy standing next to me.”

She paused to see if I would react, but as I struggled to keep a mask on my face Jill continued. “So, honey, what I want is something like what we had before with Chris. A more balanced arrangement than we have now. For both of us, for you and Veronica, and for me and Malcolm.”

The silence between the two of us was deafening, as Jill waited for me to respond. Our eyes still locked together.

“What exactly do you want, Jill. Spell it out for me, no more riddles please.”

Jill took a final deep breath, her face suddenly looking loving, worried, and vulnerable all at the same time.

“What I want, honey, is both of the men I love. I want that you agree to share me with Malcolm, and in exchange, I’ll give you and Veronica what you want but are both afraid to ask for.”

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Saturday 10th November

I looked at my watch, ten o’clock sharp. Time to roll out. Time to head across to The Pink Cabaret to meet up with the three ‘significant others’ in my life. Which assumed the fourth wouldn’t be there, that he’d maybe be somewhere else, in his counting-house, counting his money. But with Luther, you just never knew. More and more each day it felt like he was the one controlling events, moving the pieces on the chessboard as Jill and my lives inexorably slipped away from what they’d been these last twenty years plus.

As I parked the car and reached the entrance, the doorman gave me a cheery welcome. With my wife the manager and her boyfriend his direct boss, I was well known to the doorman and he gave me what was intended as a friendly slap on the shoulder, although given his weight and height the effect was the opposite of what he’d intended.

Stepping inside I stood still a moment, letting my eyes adjust to the contrasting darkness and bright spotlights and strobes. Duly adjusted, the first thing I noticed was that my girlfriend Veronica was up on the stage with two other girls – mostly dancing separately around their respective poles, but sometimes coming together for some variety and pretended sapphic embraces and kisses.

It took her a few seconds to spot me, but her whole demeanor changed when she spotted me, her face breaking out in a warm smile, and her energy levels notching up three or four levels. Her fellow dancers – Kim and Janey – both noticed and looked across, giving me an equally warm smile. With so many broken hearts and hard luck stories, as I was bringing a little light and love into Veronica’s life, I was a popular guy in the little behind stage dressing room.

Having espied and made contact with Veronica, I carried on looking around the dark shadows, trying to spot my second target. Spotting her just a few seconds later, sat facing side on to me in a booth about thirty feet away from me, leaning in and across the table, inevitably deep in conversation with the head of security.

I stood there just watching, the two of them so wrapped in their conversation that they didn’t notice me. Both of their faces animated with excitement and happiness, Jill’s the more obvious as Malcolm’s role and personality forced him to be more guarded about showing emotion. As they talked and smiled, Jill reached across and took Malcolm’s hand in hers, the distance and loud music meaning I didn’t have the faintest idea of what they were saying.

As I continued to watch them together I couldn’t help but think how much our marriage had changed – how much Jill had changed. At the simplest, most obvious level, the way that Jill was dressed was an outward marker for the change. The skirt she wore was barely a skirt, it was more like a black velour belt that just about covered her hips and was so tight it forced her to walk with short, bird-like baby steps, only just long enough to cover the gusset of her panties, with crossed legs absolutely not an option. If the skirt was questionable, the blouse was definitely over the line. The material see-through, allowing all the staff and customers to see her lacy black shelf bra, the plunging neckline so low that all of her cleavage and most of the flesh of her boobs was also free to air for both her boyfriend and the club’s horny clientele. The whole outfit completed by equally slutty platform stiletto heel pumps, black like Jill’s excuse for a skirt and obscenely tall, with two-inch platforms working with the six-inch heels to make the ultimate hooker pumps.

I shook my head. Five months ago Jill had been a high-powered executive assistant for a senior VP responsible for tens of thousands of employees all over the country. And here she was, five months on, the madame overseeing three dubious ‘gentleman’s clubs’, dressed in a manner nearly as revealing as her dancers, her goods on show for all and sundry.

And this depressing summary focused on how she was tonight – ignoring how she dressed and behaved on the nights when her boss encouraged her to get up on stage and join her girls, not that she needed much encouragement from him. Luther normally seeing fit to give Jill this encouragement on the busiest nights, or when he knew I’d be watching, knowing and enjoying the way seeing Jill dance would both excite and torture me.

Indeed, tonight was to be one of those nights – with Luther having ‘suggested’ I might like to come along as he had something special planned tonight.

When I asked him what it was, he refused to elaborate, just saying that he was sure I’d enjoy it, knowing full well I’d be incapable of resisting.

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As Jill and Malcolm continued gazing into each other’s eyes and flirting like a couple of lovestruck teenagers, I reflected on how things had changed over the last couple of months. Since I’d returned from L.A. and had the huge bust-up with Jill over her love for Malcolm and her wish that she spend more time with him and that I spend more time with Veronica.

Not surprisingly, these last couple of months had been a real rollercoaster for me. Highs and lows that made the swells and waves of an Atlantic storm seem small by comparison.

The highlight amongst the healthy highs was the enjoyment I was getting from the extra time I had with Veronica and her daughter Haley. Veronica had first declared our love for each other the week we were away in L.A., a declaration that was prompted by seeing the video feed of Jill telling Malcolm how much she loved him. What Veronica and I said and shared was true and independent of what was happening between Jill and Malcolm – it was just that it took their action to prompt the same level of honesty between Veronica and me.

And ever since that time back in early September, Veronica and I had just gotten closer and closer. Jill and I still had a life and marriage focused around her days off on Mondays and Tuesdays – the only time of the week when I had Jill fully to myself. Before my L.A. trip, by mutual agreement, I’d only lost Jill to Malcolm’s bed one night a week, and it had only happened twice, both on Thursday nights.

But now with Jill clear that she wanted and needed more time with Malcolm, aside from the Mondays and Tuesdays which were Jill and Dave time, the time I saw her for the rest of the week was much reduced. Always clever at negotiation, Jill had pointed out that when Chris and Gemma were in our lives, she’d basically had an ‘MWF’ arrangement with Chris. Whereby Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings with her lover had slowly but inevitably morphed into Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays sleeping over at Chris’s.

When we’d sat down to talk after our big fight, Jill had asked me to agree to her basically having the Chris arrangement but with Malcolm. With the days slightly changed to reflect when her days off occurred and when the clubs she managed were busiest. And so with more than a little reluctance and trepidation, I agreed to let Jill sleepover at Malcolm’s on Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday.

Even as I’d gotten Jill to agree this was just a temporary try-out and that we’d review it after four weeks, I knew in my heart I had little chance of winning back these nights. And sure enough, the four-week review wasn’t much of a review, and Jill’s three nights a week with Malcolm were essentially now etched in stone. That’s how it had been for the last two months now, the effect of the days which Jill had chosen being to effectively segregate my week into two. The first part, just the two days of Monday and Tuesday which felt vaguely normal for Jill and me as a couple. And the rest of the week where I had basically lost Jill to Malcolm and Jill’s job, which in combination meant I saw precious little of Jill aside from Monday and Tuesday. Because by choosing Friday and Saturday, Jill and Malcolm had managed to annex the weekend for their relationship, with me not seeing Jill from Thursday night when she left for work at around eight until when I woke up on Monday morning at around six and gave my sleeping wife a goodbye kiss before I headed off to work.

At the time I’d argued with Jill about the days she’d chosen – but she’d just given me the not much better option of swapping a weekend date for one of her days off. It’s was Hobson’s choice, both options deeply frustrating. So in the end I went along with Jill and Malcolm’s preference – resulting in what was now to all intents and purposes a part-time, two days a week marriage.

By some distance, this had been the biggest downer of the last two months. Jill and I still loved each other and thoroughly enjoyed our Mondays and Tuesdays, but I missed her terribly for the rest of the week. I had the comfort that for much of the rest of the week, while Jill was with Malcolm, I was free to spend more time with Veronica. And although I did love Veronica, I ached for Jill on the nights we were apart. With the distinct feeling that I missed her more than she missed me on the nights, we were apart. Veronica and I were new together and just building a relationship. The newness and freshness had its benefits but compared to the depth and longevity of the love and relationship Jill and I had built over so many years it was at a different level. And that’s why, even though I loved Veronica and loved the time we spent together, I still ached for Jill in the second half of each week, when her absence seemed to last forever.

But the last year plus had turned me more and more into a very complicated and confused man, and I challenge any man or cuckold living a lifestyle like this not to admit to being confused and disoriented. Because for every ten moments I wistfully thought of how I missed Jill, there were seven or eight moments of an aching excitement that my wife had chosen to be absent in the arms or bed of another man. A man who was younger than me, stood nearly a foot taller than me, was trained in the lethal arts of combat, and who was blessed with a cock much thicker and much longer than my own.

Without these deep-running and constant cuckold thrills, I’d have called time on this new version of our marriage long ago. But as it was, however much I missed Jill, and however much I worried about where our direction of travel might ultimately take us, the perverted and possibly self-destructive pleasures I got kept me bought into the game we were playing. Desperately hoping that it was indeed a game and not something that would ultimately cost me my marriage.

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Looking across at Jill, sat there so happy with Malcolm I couldn’t help but think back four or five days to the Monday and Tuesday Jill and I had just spent together. I’d managed to get the Monday and Tuesday off work and the two of us had spent both days together, as inseparable as we’d been in our early years of dating and marriage.

The two days had been a real mix. Romantic, tender, and loving times in bed – focused on just the two of us, the presence of Malcolm and Veronica in our lives temporarily forgotten by unspoken and mutual agreement. More reflective times when we found the courage and honesty to discuss our respective relationships with Malcolm and Veronica. Discussing both the good points of what we were both enjoying and also the fault line that was so painful to address. That, although they went along with it, neither Malcolm nor Veronica liked having to share us with another person.

Both of them understood this was the inevitable consequence of the fact that Jill and I still loved each other deeply and didn’t want to throw away our love and the family life we’d made and nurtured. But both of them were honest enough to say that, although they accepted it as the price to be paid, they’d have preferred not to have to share.

So what we had between us only held together so long as both Jill and I held the line, driven by our desire to stay together. The moment one or other of us weakened, prepared to sacrifice our time together, then the pull from our respective lovers would rapidly unravel the whole set up. Jill and I both knew this and both of us worried about it, with me being the one who worried more.

But the warmth and the depth of Jill’s love that I’d felt earlier as we spent time together went a long way to reassuring me and damping down my fears, which was just as well as one of the other things we had to talk about was the impact of my new job with Oasis on where we’d live and work.

I’d formally said yes to Oasis just a few days ago and they were being remarkably helpful and flexible regards to the question of where I’d be based. Knowing Jill had a job in Miami (although thankfully they didn’t know what it was) and knowing Miami was our family base, they’d actually been the ones to propose that we keep things flexible for the first three months I was with them. Which in practice meant I’d be co-located between Miami and L.A. for the next three months. Three months while I worked my notice with my old company, and three months when I switched across to Oasis, the whole resignation and move eased considerably by the fact that Oasis was such a large customer of ours.

For the short-term, this was a near-ideal situation. It meant that on someone else’s dime Jill and I could spend time with John, Becky, and our first grandchild who was due in December. It also meant we could kick the can down the road in terms of longer-term decisions we needed to make about where I’d be based in the future. Oasis saying that the board and I would discuss and decide my permanent base in May. Given the highly complicated set of relationships that now constituted Jill and my marriage, this was just as well.

During our two days together on Monday and Tuesday Jill and I had talked about the future and locations – and the only conclusion we reached was that we didn’t have a conclusion, that we just didn’t know. We knew we wanted to stay together. We knew neither of us wanted to lose Malcolm or Veronica in our respective lives. Jill knew she didn’t want to lose her new job. And we knew we wanted to be there for John, Becky, and our grandchild, both to support them and see as much of them as we could. That much we knew – but the big decision on L.A. alone or Miami and L.A. together was just too hard for us to take right now. That much we could agree on.

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As I watched my love-struck wife and her black man-mountain paramour canoodling like puppy-loving teenagers their behavior seemed all the more painful to me when I recalled how it had been me who had been the one looking into Jill’s eyes just a few days ago.

Still holding hands and leaned across the table, Jill was the one who leaned a little further so that their lips could finally meet. The first kiss short, but soon joined by a longer second and then a third kiss. The slight change in head position finally being enough that Malcolm caught sight of me out of the corner of his eye. After a final kiss his lips moving as he spoke to Jill whose head twisted around to confirm to look at me and confirm what he’d no doubt just told her.

Jill smiled lovingly at me, kissed Malcolm’s dark fingers in a surprisingly erotic little gesture, and then got up to walk towards me. Her steps short, her ass swinging provocatively atop her six-inch hooker pumps, the swing of her hips part designed to excite her boyfriend who was watching lustfully, and part the inevitable consequence of the tightness of her skirt.

“Hi, honey,” she greeted me with a warm smile and kiss, whispering in my ear with an excited and inquisitive tone, “is he watching?”

“Ahhhmm,” I answered, both enjoying and not enjoying having to answer the question. Somehow symbolic of the constant state of conflict that was my lot these days.

“He loves me dressed like this, the man’s got no class, no scruples,” she smiled, despite her complaint evidently enjoying the things her big black boyfriend asked her to do, the clothes he asked her to wear.

Changing the subject, I asked Jill the question that I could hardly stop thinking about since Luther had rung me two days ago. “Do you know why I’m here tonight? What Luther’s got planned?”

Jill just gave me an annoying tease of a smile. “Yes, I know, but he swore me to secrecy.”

“Even from your own husband?”

“He’s my boss. Especially from my husband,” her smile even more annoying and teasing.

We just looked at each, me with anguish and mild annoyance on my face, thinking back to how different things had been between us on Monday and Tuesday, her with a supercilious smirk from what she knew but I did not.

Her outfit was just too damned tempting and knowing I wasn’t going to outstare my wife into submission my eyes drifted down to her chest, a male instinct I just couldn’t fight.

“You like?” she asked. “The outfit, that is. I know you like what’s underneath.”

I didn’t answer but when Jill’s hand reached out and gently stroked the front of my pants she had her answer, wiggling her shoulders to give me an extra little show for free as her big boobs wobbled and made me just harder.

I saw Jill look past me and wondered who she was looking at, but when I felt a soft kiss on my cheek and breathed in the aroma of a perfume I knew intimately I had my answer. Jill’s hand being gently nudged aside as another hand took it’s place slowly rubbing up and down.

Giving me a kiss and a smile Jill disappeared through the door which led to the girls’ dressing room, leaving me alone with Veronica, who with Jill now gone had no hesitation in wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me like she meant it. Making me instantly forget the highs and lows I’d just been feeling.

“Hi, baby, I’ve missed you,” she told me with the most tender and loving smile on her face.

“It’s only been three hours,” which was true – with today being a Saturday Jill had slept over with Malcolm the previous night and I’d slept over at Veronica’s, then spent the rest of the day with Veronica and her daughter Haley. Veronica had been tired from her late finish at the club and so I’d offered to take Haley to our piano lesson, something which we’d recently started as Jill and I had agreed to cover the cost as we knew Haley was mad keen but that Veronica would struggle to afford the cost.

I’d spent a pleasant hour listening to Haley making remarkable progress at what was only her eighth lesson, we’d grabbed a quick burger lunch and then chosen food to take back for her mum. I loved my own kids as only a parent can, but this young lady was running them a close second in the way I was feeling about her these days.

Her sleepy mother had been glad of the sustenance and when she’d finished Haley and I worked on her mother to persuade her to shower and dress so that we could take in the latest Kids movie and grab an early evening meal before it was time for Veronica to head into work. Leaving me to look after Haley until it was bedtime, which some might have seen as an imposition, but which I was glad and happy to do. At the human level happy to help two people I loved, also enjoying the feeling of being needed and the nostalgic throwback it represented to when Jill and I had three young kids at home. Days that were tiring but in many ways simpler.

“I can miss you after three hours,” she teased, hugging me closer and pushing her big boobs tight onto my chest, knowing how I loved her big boobs and knowing how her dancer’s uniform left little if anything to the imagination.

Veronica and I shared a long passionate kiss – not exactly good for her tips as all the punters would think she was taken – but neither of us really cared. We were in love, enjoying a fresh and happy relationship that neither of us had expected to find. When we finally broke the kiss, I couldn’t resist a look down at Veronica’s sexy body, on full display underneath her little shiny stars and stripes bikini outfit. Seeing me looking like this, maybe at the start of our relationship, she might have been self-conscious. But we’d talked about it often and Veronica knew that I was genuinely totally unfazed by the job she did – knowing that it was just that, a job – and so she shook her shoulders and wiggled her ass to make her feminine charms even more attractive to me, as if that was needed. I was already decidedly hard and couldn’t wait until Veronica finished her shift so that we could pay off the babysitter and make love while Haley slept peacefully down the hall.

I looked at my watch, it was just after eleven and I knew I had to be patient as Veronica had several hours to work, but at least for the next few minutes, Veronica was able to sit with me in one of the quieter booths, one of the perks of being married to the boss.

A few minutes later one of the barmen, a Latino guy called Juan, came over and slipped Veronica a folded piece of paper. She looked surprised but was soon smiling as she read it.

“Luther’s given me the rest of the night off, he wants me to take you home but make sure we’re watching a web address he’s given me at midnight.”

Hearing these words I felt an immediate churning feeling in my guts – Luther had promised me something special, something Jill knew about but wasn’t saying, and now I pretty much knew the something that he’d promised would happen at midnight, but I was still none the wiser as to what it was.

My excited date skipped off to go change out of her uniform, although I’d not have minded if she’d kept it on for a special one-man show back home. I decided to wait by the bar, asking Juan if he could get Jill to come through so I could speak to her, thinking I’d have one last crack at trying to get her to spill the beans on what Luther had planned.

“Sorry, man, she’s already left. Left about fifteen minutes ago, with Malcolm.” It was an open secret that Malcolm and Jill were involved, and after the staff had initially been a little awkward about it, now that they saw me and Veronica together they seemed more at ease to discuss Jill and Malcolm to my face.

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Luckily Veronica’s place was close by to the bar and so we were back there just before eleven-thirty. The babysitter paid off and dismissed, Haley checked on by both of us and confirmed as happily asleep, Veronica dragged me to bed and stripped me off

Clothes piece by piece removed as we started making out, I was about to push her back and enter her when the alarm on Veronica’s iPhone went off, warning her it was just two minutes to midnight.

Veronica just smiled at me as she wriggled out from underneath me and grabbed the remote. “Sorry, honey, boss’s orders.”

As the big TV screen burst into life, the screen was filled by five words, white letters etched against a black backdrop.

‘Hotwife Jane’s first porno tryout.’

(thanks to cbears52 for all the help editing)