In your bedroom

You walk into the bedroom and are blown away by the sight that awaits you.

"I've been waiting for you," said Mira and smiled.

She was wearing only a semi-transparent top and her panties. Lingerie that you had bought her shortly after your wedding.

You feel the blood flowing to your groin and are more than ready to take care of your wife right here on your marital bed.

But wait. You have already promised them to the guest this night. Lucky bastard.

"Sweetie, can we talk?" you start the awkward conversation.

"Sure, is everything okay?" asks Mira concerned.

"Yes, everything is okay. Do you remember our guest from the other day? The fat businessman? Would you mind...well..."

"...Gunther ... spit it out."

"would you maybe spend the night with him? He offered us a great deal."

That he had already paid and you had practically sold her, is something you'd rather not mention now.

Gunther looked a little shocked at first, but then more embarrassed.

"And you're really okay with me... sleeping with another man?"

"I'm not that comfortable with it, but I'd be grateful if you would," you reply.

"Hmm. Okay. I'll do it."

Was there a slight hint of joy in your wife's voice, or are you mistaken? It probably just seemed that way to you.

Mira walks up to you and gives you a kiss.

"Good night honey, don't wait up for me," she said and walked out the door. You could still hear her knocking on the businessman's door in the hallway and its opening and then closing again.

Then it was silent.

For probably half an hour you did nothing but toss and turn in bed. It was strange to sleep in an empty bed when usually your wife was lying next to you.

You wondered what she was doing. Well, actually you could guess, but still. You wanted to see it. Although... do you really want to?