Waiting at home

Jack could see that Diana was practically vibrating with excitement. He knew that this was something she had wanted to explore again, but seeing her like this really hammered home how badly she wanted Tony back in her life. Diana had barely stopped to say hello as she came through the door, and Jack got the story of how Mary had passed his contact information to her as Diana made her way to the shower. If anything, Jack would describe his wife's current mannerisms as a kid on Christmas morning. She was ready to get her gift.

But there was something more... The way she moved as she stripped her clothes. That sway of her hips as she walked into the bathroom. There was something oddly exciting about knowing that all of this was for another man. Looking at her naked form, something that should be all for him... If things went well tonight, Diana would be fucking Tony soon. Possibly even tonight. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening.

After her shower, Diana was a whirlwind of activity, getting together an outfit, worrying about her hair and makeup, and watching her phone for time. Jack watched her face as different emotions flickered across. One moment she was happy, the next he saw a lust filled fire in her eyes, and after checking the phone again, he saw some worry.

"How much time do you have?"

"It feels like I don't have enough, but I'm ok. He'll be here in about ten minutes. I should be done by then."

Diana's prediction was right. Ten minutes later, she was giving Jack a quick kiss and running for the door. For the first time since they had agreed to go on this adventure together, Jack felt fear. Diana was going to be with Tony, and Jack felt a like a lead ball of regret had formed in his stomach. Jack tried to focus on a movie with little luck. After about ten minutes of feeling off, he decided to take a nap to clear his head. When he woke up and checked the time, it was now almost eleven. She had been with Tony for nearly three hours. There were no texts or missed calls on his phone.

Jack staggered to the kitchen to get a drink, still questioning the decisions he had made to let this happen. Couldn't Diana have at least let him know she was ok? Was she already in Tony's arms? Had they gone back to his place, or had they simply parked somewhere to fuck. Jack kept picturing all the ways that Tony could be fucking Diana and his head spun. He knew he was working himself up. The problem was that he was very confused with these feelings. Not only was he having some regrets, but each wild imaginary scene caused a rush of lust. Was Tony fucking her from behind while they parked in some dark corner of a lot? Or had he taken her home and had her on her back so he could kiss her while driving deep into her? Or were they-

Jack's phone began to buzz, pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts. He pulled the phone from his pocket and saw that Diana was calling him. Now was the time for answers...

"H-hello?"