"Yes Dear..." (Meek)

Not that you expressed any of those misgivings. This is you, afterall. You opened your mouth to speak, but just couldn’t get the words out. You were worried that she’d be upset at you for thinking that. You worried she might easily point out the holes in your understanding, and it would just start a fight. Maybe she’d even get upset at you.

At the end of the day, she knew the man better than you did. Aside from your first meeting, you’d only spoken with him in brief snippets before and after appointments. Everything else you got secondhand from her. She was his patient, she actually knew him. She was the one who experienced the flirtation and would be able to gauge whether it crossed the line.

The best thing for you to do would be to simply shut up and listen to her.

Your wife asked you again if you would consent to this. This time, you agreed. From her account, he seemed like a great choice of sexual partner. Flirtatious but respectful, exciting but caring. You were worried he might refuse her, on account of the ethics constraints placed on him by his career. However, if your wife wanted to ask him to fuck her, you were on board with it.

The rest of your doubts went unspoken.