Talk about what happened

Melanie lay back for a few moments catching her breath, then hopped off my desk and kissed me before pulling her clothes back into place.

I grabbed my pants and pulled my handkerchief from my pocket to wipe myself down before putting my clothes back on myself. Fortunately as I'd kicked my pants out of the way earlier there wasn't any mess on them, and I looked fine once dressed again.

We made our way home, not really talking about what happened and watched some show on TV while we ate some takeaways we'd picked up from a Chinese place down the road. I found myself replaying the events' of the evening over and over in my head and didn't really pay any attention to the show. Thankfully my wife wasn't wanting to talk about anything either as I'd have been too preoccupied to focus on the conversation anyway.

We stayed watching TV after dinner and snuggled together on the sofa as we hadn't done for a while, before realising it was getting late.
"I'm going to go to bed... are you coming?" my wife asked me as she realised the time too.
"Yea, I'm not really watching this anyway. I was just enjoying sitting with you," I replied.
She extracted herself and got up, walking towards the bedroom.
As I followed I couldn't help but admire her slightly curvy figure. It'd been a while since I'd looked at her like that, but today I found her figure and movement alluring.

I watched from the bed as she removed her clothes, and noticed me staring at her.
"What," she demanded flatly.
"Nothing... just enjoying the view," I replied.
"You've seen this hundreds of times. What's so interesting now?"
"I dunno... you just are. I can't help it if I like looking at you. You are hot you know."
She stared at me, unconvinced.
"You are."
A longer stare ensued. "Okay," she simply said then climbed into bed.

I reached over and turned out the light, as my wife snuggled into me.
"Thanks," she said, "you know I don't always feel attractive. It's nice to hear it. Especially after earlier. I kind of thought after that you didn't find me attractive at all, and it was all about her."
"Of course not baby, you are hot."
"Yea, okay I believe you."
She stayed quiet for a minute, curled up in my arms, then spoke again, "do you actually want to have sex with Gina?"
"Of course not, it's just a fantasy"
"Really?"
"Well, she is sexy, and I'm sure I'd like doing it, but you're all I really need. And I'd never cheat on you."
"What if..."
I waited for her to continue.
"What if I let you?" she whispered, as if someone could overhear, despite us being alone in the house.
"Why would you do that?"
"I... as we drove home I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was hot at the time when we pretended you actually would, but then later I was angry and upset. I thought you didn't love me anymore."
"Oh"
"And then we were snuggling on the sofa, like we haven't in ages. I realised I was as much at fault as you that we've been a bit aloof lately, and I was enjoying being held. I was still thinking about you and Gina the whole time, but I realised you still loved me, and you still find me attractive."
"Yea, I do."
"Well, that's what I was worried about. That'd you'd not love me or find me attractive. But now I realise that you will still anyway. Even if you did sleep with her."
There was just enough light in the room to see she was staring at me.

"Of course," I replied, realising she was wanting an answer, even if she hadn't exactly asked a question.
"Good, because I want you to enjoy her."
My wife kissed me gently. "Goodnight honey, sweet dreams"
I knew she was grinning, even though I couldn't see, and I kissed her back.
"I'm sure I will. Goodnight"