Date Night
For years, Tuesday night had been "date night" for you and your wife. Each week on that night you went to the same casual-dining restaurant, then you went out to a movie or watched one on netflix at home, and then went to bed when you had your once-weekly session of sex.
But this Tuesday turned out to be different. Soon after sitting down at the restaurant, your wife noticed that a guy she knew from her gym was sitting at another table, eating alone.
"How about if I invite him over" she suggested. You know now you should have said no. You should have said that this was the one special night each week for you and your wife, so being joined by someone else was not what you wanted. And especially, you know you should have said no because the guy she was pointing at was a guy she had told you had recently been very flirty with her at the gym. But you didn't say no.
He politely introduced himself to you and said hi to your wife, then laughingly said to you that he'd been curious what you were like, because your wife had told him a lot about you. That surprised you, and made you feel a bit uncomfortable, but all you said -- jokingly -- was "I hope it wasn't all bad." He laughed, and your wife laughed, and then he said "No. She said you were a good devoted husband. In fact, the only thing she said about you that was bad in any way is that she told me that you were not very good at satisfying her sexually -- but that even there you did your best with the small equipment that you have."
You were shocked at what he was telling you, but when you looked over at your wife you could see that she was quite amused, and when you said to her "How could you say that to him, hun" she just laughed and said "Well -- you know it's true", and then she suggested her friend sit with the two of you at the table -- and so he did.
But you were again shocked and simply watched without knowing what to say as he -- as he was sitting down next to your wife -- gave her what seemed to be a very familiar, and clearly very affectionate, kiss.
After that, as you waited for your meal, your wife had eyes only for her friend from the gym, and he had eyes only for her. They chatted and laughed with each other, while paying very little attention to you, and exchanged kisses every few minutes. You had never felt quite so much like a fifth wheel as you felt during that meal.
And then, even you had not yet even received your food, your wife finally did pay some attention to you -- she said "I think you should go home now, hun" as she point ated the door "but be sure to give the waiter your credit card to pay for us."
Again -- you know you should not have simply done what she said. You should have stood up for yourself and demanded that HE be the one who should leave so that you and your wife could continue your date night. You know that a real man would have done that. But you didn't. You simply did as you were told. And as you walked out and looked back, you saw that they were again being very affectionate.
And when your wife noticed that you were looking back, she laughed at the obvious distress that was shown on your face and smilingly gave you a little wave goodbye.
Feeling rejected, you drove home, and paced for a while, hoping that your wife would be back soon. But minutes turned to hours and she didn't return, so finally you turned your attention to household chores, and while doing the dishes from earlier in the day, you looked up at the clock, saw it was almost midnight, and had to accept that your wife was not going to be home until very late, if she happened to come home that night at all.
Of course, as you learned later, your wife and her friend went from the restaurant to his nearby apartment where your worst fears about what might be taking place were realized.
The next day, when your wife was dropped off at home by her friend, you greeted her with a kiss and she smiled at you but said nothing about the previous evening and night.
And there was no reference to that evening for a week, until, that is, the following Tuesday when you said something about it being date night again. Your wife laughed when you said that and then said "Hun. Yes, tonight is date night again. But not for me and you. From now on, Tuesdays are date night for me and him. I'm meeting him at the restaurant, and we already know which movie we're going to watch when we go back to his apartment, and then, of course, I'll be spending the night with him. So almost the same as when I had date nights with you -- except with one important exception. The sex with him is incredible!"
