A YEAR LATER..

You finish up changing the baby and glance at your phone, sitting on the edge of the changing table. After midnight, well after midnight in fact. For a moment you get a spike of worry, as it is unusual for Juliana to be out later than planned without texting or calling. The babies crying had awoken you from where you had been dozing on the couch, some random program on the TV had lulled you into a stupor earlier. Though, you reflect, the beers you had been drinking earlier likely didn't help. You pick up your phone, then pick up the baby and sit in the glider to help rock the little hellion back to sleep. As you slide back and forth you begin to somewhat regret letting Juliana go out with the “girls” tonight. You have to work in the morning, damnit, and you already hate working on Saturdays. Being kept up to take care of the kid while Julie is out reliving her youth is annoying. After a moment it occurs to you that being stuck here is not actually whats bothering you. Upon further reflection you realize that you are actually feeling kind of anxious. Where is she? Another quick spike of fear shoots through you, and you hope that nothing has happened. You will give her a call when you get the baby settled. As you rock, you turn things over in your mind.

Juliana had been working hard the past year to regain her figure after the pregnancy, and she had spectacularly succeeded. Perhaps even exceeded. Her youthful figure and perky A-Cups had given way to more womanly curves after the pregnancy, her breasts swelling into luscious C-Cups and her hips taking on an even more pronounced curve. You loved the way her breasts bounced when she rode you now; it was almost hypnotic. Yes, pregnancy had certainly done you both some very appreciated favors for sure. With that thought, you mused on the attire your bride sported on the way out the door this evening. It was a perfect combination of sexy, stylish and a little daring. A black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps crisscrossed above a plunging V-neckline, showcasing the inner curves of her new and improved breasts. The pleated skirt swayed around her mid-thigh, complimented by her red sling-back heels, both of which brought attention to her toned legs and her shapely ass. You had nearly bent her over the couch and taken her right then and there, but she just laughed and gave you a deep kiss. “I'll be back later hun, and we can pick this up then”she said as she strode toward the door, blowing you a kiss on the way out.

By this time the baby had gone back to sleep and you laid it down in the crib. Walking back into the living room you pulled out your phone and texted Julie. “Hey babe, haven't heard from you. Is everything ok?”. Several minutes go by with no answer, so you try again. “Julie, hey babe. I need you to let me know you are ok. Text me when you see this”. You notice the previous text had not been read yet, and you begin to worry a bit more. You tolerate these “girls nights” because they make Juliana happy, and honestly because she tended to be really horny when she returned from them, so there was also that. You knew that other men would likely be worried about his kind of thing, but you two had been together since you were 16 for gods sake. You knew her better than anyone, and you didn't worry that she would ever do anything stupid. That's not who she was and you weren't some kind of weak-minded control freak who has to keep a “leash” on your wife. Those types of guys were just insecure, you speculated, unable to trust their spouse because they were really just unable to feel confident in their love. Yes, you didn't worry about Julie. After considering a moment though, you had to admit..."her friends on the other hand..."