It's Tonight!

As bad luck would have it the next few days are busy as hell. Rebecca's unit was suddenly short handed due to an illness and I was hit with a last minute project. Both of us were pulling overtime and on top of this there was also some family drama that arose the we were dragged into the middle of. We barely got to see each other and when we did we just wanted to relax and forget about the outside world.

Our new agreement, new lifestyle really, was brought up a couple of times as Rebecca double and triple checked with me that all was good, but beyond this sex and intimacy wasn't something we had time for. Never had a weekend been so welcome.

Despite knowing it was coming and despite Rebecca telling me that anything happening with Manny would have to be soon I am caught completely flat footed when she comes home Friday evening practically dancing on air despite having just worked a 10 hour shift.

"It's tonight!" She sings. "It's happening tonight!" She rushes into my arms and we spin around. She gives me hard kiss. "Come on, get ready. I want to go out." And before I knew she had pranced her way out of my arms and toward the bedroom.

I stood there dumbfounded for a minute. It took me thirty seconds just to process what "it" was. When it does hit me I am hit with a disorienting sensation of heart dropping dread combined with libidinous elation. Holy fuck...this was actually happening!

In something of a stupor I follow my wife my wife into our bedroom. The blue tunic and trousers of her nurses uniform was already on the bed and she was going through the closet looking for a nice dress to wear out. Without a word I walk to the dresser and pull out a pair of nice charcoal slacks and a blue collared shirt that I knew she liked.

Rebecca was as giddy as a kid on Christmas Eve. "Do you think I should I wear the red or the black?" She turns and holds out two different dresses. The black was flowing and classy while the red was tight, short and sexy. Her blue eyes were sparkling with life as she awaited the answer.

"Red." I say.

"He he he. Yeah, let's go slutty." She hangs the black one back up. "So you'll drop me off at 9. I'll text or call for a pick up."

I swallow hard. "Okay."

She takes off her bra and tosses it into the dirty laundry hamper. "Sorry baby, Manny didn't want you there. He said it would be too weird."

I nod. "Okay."

She pauses and looks at me. "You okay?"

I nod again. "Yeah...yeah, just...it's really happening."

She grins. "Unless you call it off."

"No, no, I'm good." My insides were a chaotic jumble of emotion. Every fear and dark jolt of jealousy was accompanied by an equally powerful sexual desire that made the whole concoction positively intoxicating. I KNEW it was fucked up and that this was a risk...but at the same time I wanted it so fucking bad!

Rebecca showers and pretties herself up. Makeup, perfume, nice jewelry, perfect hair, the works. By the time she slides on her body hugging short red dress over her curvaceous body she looked an absolute vision of sexy womanhood.

"Could you zip me?" She asks. I do so with trembling fingers. She turns and strokes my face. "It's going to be okay Dan."

I nod. "I know."

What follows is one of the most powerfully romantic dates of our marriage. We dine at a new upscale restaurant we'd never been to before. We talk, we flirt, we laugh and we connect in ways we hadn't done since we were engaged. Our fingers play together at the center of the table and she keeps giving me these naughty little glances and giggles that drove me wild. Rebecca was drinking red wine which darkened her already lush ruby lips, as I was driving I only have one beer. Later we find a nearby lounge and slow dance to the smooth sounds of the jazz ensemble playing in the corner. As we sway to the silky tunes, our bodies moving as one, we were a couple as madly in love as the day I proposed. A love that had only deepened over the years.

It was wonderful...like something out of a dream.

I am awoken from our bliss by a whisper in my ear. "It's 8:40, we should get going."

I stare deeply into her eyes. Parts of me were screaming to end this before it began...but I simply loved her too much. She deserved happiness, sexual and otherwise.

"I love you." I whisper, then pull her in for a long deep kiss.

We make our way from the lounge, arms around each other's waists. The waitress gives us a knowing little smirk, figuring she knew what this affectionate couple was off to do. If she only knew.

The entire way to Manny's place my heart is pounding in my ears. My mouth was dry and my palms sweaty. Beside me Rebecca was fixing her hair and touching up her makeup so that she could look as good for Manny as she had for me.

"You'll call...when you're done?" I ask.

She does that lip thing women do to smooth out her lipstick as she peers into the visor mirror. "Mmm hmm. If he's anything like he used to be it might be a while. I won't stay the night though." She looks over. "You don't mind staying up?"

I chuckle nervously. "As if I could sleep."

She puts her lipstick away and flips up the visor as we pull onto his street. "Last chance baby. Tell me you want this."

My breath almost freezes in my chest, but I am able to say. "I want this."

Stroking my arm she gives me an assuring look. "That's my cuck."

"I...I want a score...I want to hear about it..." I stammer despite myself.

She giggles. "I'll tell you all about it. Don't worry yourself cuck."

Every time she said that word was like a shot of nitrous to my raging libido. My adrenaline is running as I pull the car up in front of Manny's house. The porch light was on the blinds to the big living room window were open, he was definitely expecting company.

"Dan."

"Yes baby."

Rebecca was nervous, understandable given the situation, and a slight blush had risen in her cheeks. "Be a good cuck now."

I laugh a drum tight laugh, I wasn't sure what she meant but I agreed. "Of course my love."

She unlatches the door...pauses...and stares out into the yard. With an over quick jittery voice she says. "I mean it cuck. Don't jerk off and..." Everything suddenly stops as she seemed frozen with apprehension on what she was about to say.

"And?" I prod.

She giggles. "...and I'll let you taste me when I get home."

My eyes bug out from my head and my mouth falls open. In a flash she was out of the car and the door slammed shut behind her. I watch her ass sway back and forth as she makes her way up Manny's sidewalk without a backward glance. She rings the bell and within a few seconds I watch the familiar silhouette of the family friend and Rebecca's coworker appear as the door opens. They greet each other with a easy hug and a kiss to the cheek.

Rebecca glances over her shoulder once then turns and enters his home.

Manny stands a moment to look out my way. As if this was just any other everyday thing I give the man that was about to fuck my wife a friendly wave and immediately feel like an idiot for doing so. I watch him shake his head in disbelief then he gives me a quick wave back and shuts the door behind him. The porch light goes dark.

I sit there staring at the house. Alone in the silent car I breath in the aroma of my wife's perfume still in the air. I watch the blinds to the main window close as Manny protected their privacy I take five more long deep breaths...then put the car into gear and head for home.