I was stunned. How did my wife end up having unprotected sex with a colleague? During a night of sex with him, she had allowed him to come inside her without any birth control. We didn’t discuss this possibility in advance. We rarely had unprotected sex with each other. My shy, reserved wife and mother of our children was becoming a different woman from the person I knew. I struggled to work out what to say to Maggie.
I didn’t know what to say, although I realised that, because of my behaviour with Kat, I might be on dodgy ground if I went into a rage.
“How do you know if you’re safe? You hardly know him? You don’t know what he got up to in the past, when he was in the Army.”
“I know him pretty well. He was in the Marines, not the Army. I know that he had the same girlfriend for nearly ten years. They only split up recently after he moved to work at my school. Last night when it first happened he was very concerned to check that I was okay about it.”
It seemed that Maggie was keen to defend her new lover.
“Just because he sounded concerned to check that you were okay doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have lots of casual sex with different people.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure that he hasn’t been a sex worker.”
That comment was always coming. She was referring to our friend Kat’s earlier life as a sex worker. She and I had unprotected sex together. I had taken a while to admit it to Maggie. I still thought that the comment was unfair.
“We both know that Kat has always been careful. Christ, she’s one of your best friends.”
“I trust Kat, and I also trust Michael. Having said that, I agree that I should get myself tested, and you should too. Then we both can be sure.”
I couldn’t come up with an argument to counter that point. I wasn’t going to win. In a way, she had done what I had done.
“I’ll get tested as soon as possible.”
“And then we must both be tested again in a couple of months’ time, just to be sure.”
Maggie had really thought about this. But of course, I couldn’t leave it there.
“Are you sure you can’t get pregnant?”
“I think it’s unlikely.”
“It’s unlikely? You’re not sure? Are you prepared to take that chance?”
“I’ve been thinking about little else for most of the morning. It should be okay, but there’s always a chance. I nearly went to a pharmacy in London to get something to be sure, but I didn’t. You know how the pill affected me when I tried it years ago. There can be some pretty horrible side effects from the morning after pill; it can be worse than the normal pill.”
“So are you going to wait and see? Is that really okay with you? You could… well, you know. And it’s not as if we could pretend any baby was mine!”
I was struggling to comprehend the prospect that my wife could be pregnant with another man’s child, a black man. If she were pregnant, the child would, very obviously, not be mine.
“I don’t know. I should know for sure that I’m not pregnant in the next few days. And I have another couple of days to decide whether or not to get the pill. Are you more concerned that I could be pregnant with another man’s baby or that he’s black?”
“Would you really think of having his baby if there was a chance that we could pretend it was mine?”
“I guess I’m not thinking straight right now, but I’ll sort it out. Leave it with me.”
I wasn’t comfortable with leaving things as they were, but Maggie clearly wanted to work it out herself, and I decided that it was best to leave it there for now. I checked the bath water temperature, which was becoming cool.
“You need to get out the bath. We can talk when you’re dressed. I’ll be downstairs.”
I felt that I needed some time to digest things.
I knew that I had done something similar with Kat. I also had indicated to Maggie that she didn’t need to keep asking me about everything before she had slept with Michael. I wondered if she really would have taken things so far if I had said I didn’t want her to.
Yet, even as I was thinking about this, there was still part of me that was amazed, and rather turned on by how Maggie had changed. For the first twenty-five years of our marriage, she was so shy and reserved about any intimacy. I knew that she enjoyed sex, but we never spoke about it in any detail. Now she was ready to be naked in front of me, and in front of other men. She had spent the previous night with a younger black guy. She might have become pregnant with his child. She was different now, and I was trying to deny the fact that a part of me loved and admired her for this. It was kind of amazing and exciting.
In the kitchen, I prepared a simple lunch of some cheeses and cold meats with salad leaves, tomatoes and bread.
Maggie came downstairs around twenty minutes later, dressed casually but looking rather wonderful. Maybe it was afterglow from her night of sex with Michael? For a fraction of a second, I wondered if this was the first sign of her blossoming because she was carrying a baby. I remembered how I found her even more attractive when she was pregnant with our children. I realised that I was being a little crazy, and it was probably all in my mind, but she did seem to be more assertive and confident in her manner, and I liked it.
After we had eaten a little, I told her a bit more about my evening with Debbie and Kat. I told her that Debbie now knew more about what we had been up to with Simon and Kat. I mentioned that Debbie and Dave were still having a few problems and I was sure that she was not going to tell anyone else, even Dave.
Maggie didn’t seem too pleased that I had shared our adventures, but she didn’t seem ready to argue at that moment.
I wanted to find out what more there was to know about the previous night. I tried to raise it gently. I smiled as I asked Maggie a further question, to try and show that I was curious rather than just trying to find more to argue about.
“Did you get any sleep last night?”
Maggie considered for a moment and smiled back at me, a rather shy and naughty smile as she thought about what had happened.
“We slept a little, but not very much.”
“Didn’t he realise that us older folk need our sleep?” I said, trying to keep up the lighter tone.
“I can’t really blame Michael for the lack of sleep. At least once it was I who woke him up.”
“Really? Tell me more.”
“I’ll tell you because you asked and it’s important that we’re open with each other, but I’m not doing it to upset you or make you more jealous. If it does, I’ll stop.”
“I understand, go on.”
Maggie started to tell me much more about her night with Michael. She started telling me lots of details in a way that I hadn’t ever heard her speak before.
When Michael had come to her room, they had spent some time looking at the view and just standing together. Maggie had said something about how everyone at school would be surprised to know that they were alone together in her bedroom after midnight and so close. Michael asked her if I would be annoyed and angry at the thought. She had told him that she’d checked with me and I was okay with it.
Michael had asked her if she had ever been alone in a bedroom with a black guy. Maggie admitted she hadn’t and had pointed out that she hadn’t been alone in a bedroom with many other men at all, and had never even been on a date with a black guy. She asked him if he had ever been alone in a bedroom with a middle-aged white mother of two grown-up children. He had said that he was in a bedroom of an attractive woman and that her age wasn’t an issue for him, which had made her feel good. He also said that he had white girlfriends before.
Shortly after that moment, Maggie had turned to kiss him on the cheek. He turned quickly kissing her on the lips and they started kissing passionately for some time. She could feel how hard he was as he pressed against her. After this continued for many minutes, Maggie sensed that Michael wasn’t going to take things further without a sign from her. She really wanted to go further, and so, although her hands were trembling, she undid a couple of buttons of Michael’s dress shirt. Then she had stood back from him so that he could look at her, unzipped her dress and let it fall from her body.
Although Maggie had always been painfully shy, at that moment, maybe influenced by the champagne, she said that it had felt important to her that Michael should see how she looked, and still want her. She could see from the way he had looked at her that he seemed happy with what he saw and he undid the remaining buttons on his shirt and took it off. She then managed to slowly remove her bra, despite her whole body shaking. It occurred to me that she had done something similar for me when she took off her clothes before she got into the bath. I guess that once again I was getting the benefits of her adventures after she had done things with other men, only I got them secondhand.
Michael had looked at her and she could see desire in his eyes. They hadn’t said anything but, by this time, they didn’t need to. As she stood wearing her new sexy panties, stockings and high heels, he removed the remainder of his clothes. His desire for her seemed to empower her. His longing for her had built her confidence so that she didn’t feel the need to hide her body and she didn’t even want to hide it.
Michael had stripped completely naked so that Maggie could see how erect and ready for her he was. He looked fit and so different from any naked man she had seen before.
I knew I shouldn’t interrupt, I knew I shouldn’t ask, but I had to, since Maggie didn’t seem to want to describe him further, and was avoiding something.
“Was he very large down there?”
Maggie looked at me, looking uncomfortable with my question, although I thought it was the obvious question to ask. I needed to ask outright. I wanted to know.
“How big was his cock? Compared to me or Simon?”
“I wasn’t making comparisons.”
“Come on, Maggie, you must have noticed!”
“I’m telling you how I felt at the time.” She switched to her schoolteacher’s voice. “I’ll take questions at the end. Do you want me to continue?”
I didn’t press the matter any further, but I guessed that was because I would not come out well in any comparisons. And as much as Maggie and Kat had always reassured me, I couldn’t help thinking of what Debbie had said: ‘Once you go black, you never go back’.
Maggie shook her head at me, looked exasperated, and then continued with her story.
She had felt excited looking at him, and she knew she was getting wet with the anticipation of what was about to happen. She couldn’t remember feeling like this with Simon. She had moved towards him and knew that she wanted him to know that she was willing and ready to be taken by him. As their practically naked bodies came together she was ready to go down on him, and use the recently acquired skills she had learned with Simon and then used with me.
However, before she could kneel in front of him, Michael had lifted her and spun her around onto the bed. He had kissed her, pressing himself on her, and then he had slowly started going down her body, first kissing her neck which had got her very excited. He then moved to her breasts and kissed, licked and sucked them so that she nearly had a climax just from that.
Then his tongue had worked its way down over her stomach. He had seemed to hesitate until he kissed her over her panties, then he had pulled them down. He had opened her legs and brought his face close to her pussy. She knew that he would be able to smell her excitement and see how wet she was. She had still felt shy about this area and felt particularly exposed having shaved herself for the first time in many years. She was very self-conscious, but Michael just looked at her pussy for what seemed like many minutes, smiling and savouring the moment.
This made her gradually feel less embarrassed and more excited. She could even feel herself get wetter as he was looking at her.
I felt my mouth go dry as I listened to Maggie describe such intimate details. I’d never heard her talk like this about sex. Maggie hesitated before going further. She looked at me.
“Is it too much? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want to know all the details. I’m not sure how I’ll feel later, but right now it feels like just about the most exciting thing you’ve ever told me. Don’t stop.”
Maggie carried on, and told me that she had stopped looking down at Michael and had lain back with her stockinged legs apart, feeling as alive as she had ever felt. She then felt his breath on her then moments later his lips as he kissed her pussy. Then his tongue, as he licked her. He inserted a finger inside her as he licked her more, and as he did so, she climaxed. As she shook, he had just very gently kissed her pussy lips and this had felt special as she knew he had experienced her climax. She had thought how he was so different from Simon, who seemed to press on regardless of her reaction. Michael was responding to her.
I was feeling increasingly resentful at how she was so enthusiastic about Michael and what he did to my wife, but despite the struggle, I suppressed it, knowing that if I said too much, Maggie would tell me less. I still found her story incredibly hot, not least because of the details she was sharing.
Maggie said that once her climax had finished, she felt an overwhelming desire to have Michael inside her. She pulled him up towards her. He had kissed her and said that he really wanted to enter her, but wanted to check that she was sure. She knew that she should stop, and that they should have sorted out protection, but she couldn’t bear for him to stop. He had lain on his back and lifted Maggie so that she was on top of him.
Once he was on his back, he positioned her so that the entrance to her pussy was in line with his cock. Then she very carefully lowered herself onto his cock, slowly trying to put it inside her. It felt like it took several minutes because it was painful at first but the pain only lasted a short while. It wasn’t easy but she managed it.
She didn’t mention his size, but she didn’t need to. I guessed that this was why she had to be on top. As she slowly sat down on him, she felt him filling her up. Once he was completely inside her, she started gently moving up and down on him. She enjoyed the feeling of being so close to him, and as they started kissing deeply she felt him building towards his climax. She realised she should stop but at that moment she wanted nothing more in the world than to feel him coming inside her. This had sent her over the top again and she came again as she felt him starting to pump his cum inside her.
Maggie stopped her story and looked at me, and waited for me to say something.
“Wow. That sounds so intense.”
“I still love you. Even at the time, I knew I loved you and just felt grateful that you had supported me in having this opportunity.”
“It sounds like this didn’t take too long, so if you didn’t go to sleep for the night after that, there must have been more?”
For a split second, Maggie looked embarrassed and turned away. However, she gathered herself.
“It probably took longer than it sounded but there’s only so much I can describe. But, yes, it didn’t end there.”
Maggie said they had stayed still with her on top and Michael still inside her for a while. Eventually, she had got up to use the bathroom and clean herself up. Then they had just spent some more time lying in bed together. He had said that he should have asked her before he had come inside her, but she accepted that she hadn’t given him much choice. She had known it was about to happen. He said that he was sure he was disease-free, and had asked her what birth control we used. She had told him not to worry.
At some point, they had switched off the room lights and had both dozed off in the darkness. Maggie had woken up in the night, and felt Michael naked and partially erect against her. She was curious to know if he could be aroused again, but he seemed to be sleeping.
Maggie had thought of how I had described her as a hot wife and how she felt quite liberated by the label. She thought of what a hot wife would do, and she decided that it wouldn’t involve just going back to sleep. She wanted to try something she had never done before and would be completely out of character. She crouched down and put his cock in her mouth as he slept. She started giving him a blow job and she felt his cock become hard as she moved her mouth up and down on him.
Once again, I was shocked to learn how my shy innocent Maggie had changed in the presence of another man. Up to that moment, she would never entertain the thought of giving a blow job after having had sex.
As he became bigger, he started waking up and she felt his hands taking hold of her head as she continued. He started moving his cock in out of her mouth more roughly and she could feel that he was getting ready to explode into her mouth.
She was concerned that she was losing control, but before he came, he released her head and asked her if he could come in her mouth. She wasn’t ready for this, and so he stopped but as she started to sit upright, Michael grabbed her and flipped her over onto her back. He positioned her so that her legs were over his shoulders and immediately plunged his cock into her. She felt that he was deeper in her than before. He grabbed her breasts, kneading her nipples roughly, which probably explained some of the marks on her.
Although she had said that she enjoyed being in control and initiating this session, when he took control, she found that she wanted to surrender to him. She came quickly as she was held in this position, and shortly after she felt him coming inside her again. As he finished pumping into her for the second time, he rested on top of her and again she spent a long time feeling him soften inside her. They must have both fallen asleep.
At some time later, she realised that he must have pulled out of her while she was asleep and she was now facing away from Michael. She felt him rubbing himself against her and could feel his cock harden. She reached around and touched his cock and was surprised that he was so hard and erect once again. She wasn’t sure who woke up first, but she rolled onto her stomach and Michael rolled on top of her. She had opened her legs and felt him manoeuvre himself between her, as he started rubbing his cock up and down her pussy. She lifted herself a little on her knees and reached behind to pull him closer and encourage him to enter her again. Once again it felt different. She had enjoyed him moving in and out and then holding her waist as he pushed as far inside her as he could until he came again, once again filling her with his sperm.
Both more awake now; Maggie had turned over so that they were face to face again. She was slightly disappointed that she had not come when he did, but she found that he was still erect; she loved his stamina. He entered her in the missionary position, as they kissed deeply. He moved to kiss her neck and it really turned her on. As he was inside her and she was close to coming he nibbled and bit her neck as she dug her nails into his back and butt, driving him on to leave marks on her. She did have the presence of mind to move slightly and guide him a little lower in her neck, so that it would not show too much.
She even enjoyed the slight pain as he left a love bite on her, and she guided him down to nibble her breasts. It turned her on so much she then pulled him into her and they had hard sex again, with him finishing inside her, just as she came again. After they had stopped having sex and spent some time in each other’s arms, she needed the bathroom. Michael had fallen back asleep while she was away but she saw the room from the light of the bathroom and her pile of clothes. She felt really naughty and really good about how Michael had wanted her so much, and indeed how much she had wanted him.
She thought that I would be excited she wanted to share the moment with me, and so she photographed Michael asleep on the bed and then the pile of clothes by the bed on her phone. She thought better of sending me a picture of her lover, especially since he was asleep. So she just sent the picture of the clothes. She went back to bed, and when she woke up again, it was getting light and Michael had gone. She could vaguely remember him giving her a kiss before he left.
Maggie had spent some time awake in bed trying to digest everything. She realised that she had a lot of Michael’s sperm inside her, and in the cold light of day, this was worrying her. She had thought of going straight to a pharmacy to get the pills but had tried to work out whether she could be in a safe period. She had thought about the possibility of disease as well, and decided that she would need to be tested for both our sakes even though she trusted Michael.
Maggie stopped her story at this point.
“I think you know the rest.”
I was amazed at what Maggie had been up to. I felt the familiar mixture jealousy, excitement and also admiration. Maggie spoke again.
“Say something. Do you hate me? Isn’t this sort of what you wanted?”
“I love you, as much as I ever have. I didn’t expect you to go as far as you did, but maybe that’s because I didn’t dare to imagine so much. I want to experience this side of you, but I still struggle to understand why we couldn’t have done this first. I just hope that you and I can do even more together soon.”
“I’d like that, but maybe not tonight. I’m really sorry, but I’m tired, and a little sore. I want to relax with you. We also need to organise some tests. But I promise that you and I can have a special evening real soon.”
I was frustrated that I would not be able to do even as much as Michael had done with Maggie straight away. I was excited enough after hearing her story and wanted to do something about it to relieve my excitement. However, I didn’t want Maggie to feel bad, and I knew that there was a good chance that our sex life would get even better if I could be patient.
“Well, I’m looking forward to being close to you in our own bed tonight. Maybe we could dress for dinner? I’m looking forward to wearing the new clothes you left me as a present including the silk underwear. Maybe you could dress up like you did last night, just so that I can see up close what you looked like for your lover last night.”
“That sounds like a lovely idea; can we see later?”
Her reply made me feel that I was being brushed off. I was a little irritated that Maggie wouldn’t agree straight away to dress up for me. It didn’t help reduce my jealousy.
We had finished eating and so I cleared up and suggested we go out for a walk together. I thought it would allow us to be together and give me a distraction from only thinking about the night before. It was a cold but sunny Saturday afternoon. We did one of our favourite local riverside walks, and when we returned home, I did a few weekend chores as Maggie unpacked and did a little bit of sorting out work books for Monday.
After supper we watched a movie together and afterwards enjoyed a hot drink. We were close but nothing was said about the previous night. Maggie didn’t get dressed up and I didn’t mention it again. She was still tired and I was still playing over what happened in my mind. We were sitting together on the sofa, and Maggie had her head on my shoulder, when she spoke.
“I forgot to tell you something else that happened, which is part of why I’m not able to dress up for you exactly like I was last night.”
I felt a sinking feeling. What more could there be?
“There’s even more?”
“I don’t think it’s that bad. First of all, my stockings got a little damaged with what they went through last night, so I had to throw them away at the hotel. Then, at one point in the night, Michael was telling me how much he had enjoyed it and that he knew it was a one-off. He worried that it would all seem like a dream. I agreed that he could keep something to remind him that it was real. I had the marks on my neck and elsewhere. I let him take my panties, but I promise I’ll buy another pair exactly the same for you.”
“Michael likes having panties that his lovers have worn? Doesn’t that sound a bit weird?”
“It’s not like that at all. I agreed and he said he’d keep them safe. I teased him that he could have a trophy cabinet. He said that my panties would have pride of place, although I think he was joking. At least I assume he was. In any case, I’m sure he’ll wash them. Now I’m talking about it to you, I’m not sure why I agreed. It felt special and less weird at the time.”
Maggie seemed to be feeling less sure about all this.
“It sounds like he has kept other women’s panties. Maybe you should ask him?”
“I’m not sure I want to discuss it with him again.”
“I’m worried about how special it all was to him. Your marks will wear off, he will always have your panties. How can you be sure if he’ll think the same way about them later or find a way to embarrass you?”
“I know it must be difficult because you don’t know him. Trust me. I’m not sure what more I can do or say. He did mention them when we messaged each other this morning, and he reassured me.”
Maggie sounded weary.
“I’m going up to get ready for bed. I’m so tired. I know it’s still quite early and I’ll fall asleep soon, but join me when you are ready. I promise that I’ll make sure we have a special night soon.”
Maggie kissed me fondly and went upstairs. I realised how tired she was because she had left her phone on the table. I looked at it for a while, then picked it up and entered the code that I thought would unlock it. Up to now we never had a problem with giving each other access to our phones, and Maggie had not thought to stop now. I felt guilty that I had said that I didn’t need to look at the messages, but then again she had offered. However, I couldn’t help myself. The phone unlocked and I brought up her messages. I saw the message chain headed “Michael”.
I swiped up to the messages dated yesterday, which just showed Maggie telling Michael that she had arrived at the hotel, and agreeing where and when to meet. There did seem to be a large number of messages to go through. I started reading down.
Then there were a series of messages from earlier this morning, starting with one from Michael to Maggie timed at just after 7am.
Sorry I had to leave without saying goodbye. It was particularly difficult to drag myself away from your beautiful body. Thank you for a night I’ll never forget. Hope your journey home is easy. Mxx
It was over an hour before Maggie replied.
Just woke up. I’m sorry you had to leave early too. Thinking over last night. Are we going to be okay on Monday?
Michael replied quickly.
It’s what we agreed. We tell them everything about the night until we left the dancing. Then we both went to our rooms. That’s it. Although I won’t be able to look at you in quite the same way again. But I’ll make it my business to make sure no-one else can tell. Are you okay?
A short while later, Maggie replied.
I think so. I need to leave the hotel now and get a train home. I’ll message later. X
After another gap of around an hour, Maggie had sent another message.
Thank you for last night. It was so special and amazing. I need to ask for a favour?
Michael replied shortly afterwards:
Of course, I’ll do anything for you. It was special to me too.
I’m going to get myself tested for STDs for my piece of mind after what we did. I know I encouraged it and I do believe you are clear, but for my husband’s sake I will get tested. I really would like you to get tested as well? Please?
Does he need to know?
I promised he would know everything, and somehow I will have to tell him.
Have you done this before?
Most of what we did last night were firsts for me.
Okay, I’ll let you know the results. I assume you’re on the pill? Or at least can’t get pregnant? You didn’t tell me last night.
We use condoms.
Does that mean you could be pregnant?
I doubt it, but I’ll deal with it. Don’t worry?
I felt that I was intruding on a personal conversation, but this was my wife. She shouldn’t let him off the hook so easily.
I feel even more special now. I’ll get tested but you really don’t need to worry about me. Can I tell you a secret?
I guess.
It would really excite me to think that you could have my child. You’re such a lovely mother.
It’s not going to happen. You mustn’t think like that. We can’t mention it any more.
I know, but please tell me it was special for you?
It was very special; more than you’ll ever know and I’ll never forget last night. But I am going back to my husband now, and it can’t happen again. It must always be our secret.
I accept that, but I will always hope. If you’re ever lonely, know that I will want you. Love and kisses, M.
I felt my jealousy boiling up within me as the long text exchange continued, and it didn’t stop there. Maggie replied again.
One more thing. Are we both going to make sure we delete the photos we took last night?
I will if you will, but I would like to look at them once more before I do. You looked so wonderful, I could easily fall in love with you. Yes, I know you’re not available.
They must be deleted before Monday. I promise I will. You’re very sweet, but you know you can’t have me. Even if I’d love to be able to be with you again like we were last night.
The pictures I took in the room will be gone forever by tomorrow night. You have my word, and I won’t let you down, if only because I would never do anything to harm you. I promise.
I’ll delete mine too by tomorrow. Love and hugs from me, Maggie xxx
My head was spinning as I read the messages. I thought I would be able to cope, but I was struggling to process it all. Seeing the passion and apparent affection between them in these messages hurt; it felt like physical pain. As I thought about it all, I realised that whilst Maggie had mentioned the photos that she took, she didn’t mention any photos which Michael had taken that needed to be deleted. My hand was shaking but I had to see what photos Maggie had on her phone.
I clicked on the photos on the phone. The most recent ones were in her hotel room in the early hours of last night.
I had seen the one of the clothes piled on the floor. There were four more after that. The first was of Michael stretched out on his back on the bed, apparently asleep. He was naked, and the sheets were gathered around his feet. His large, muscled body had some tattoos on his chest and arms, but what my eye was drawn to was his cock. In its flaccid state, it was larger than mine would be when fully erect. I couldn’t stop thinking that this is what had been, unprotected, inside my wife.
The next picture was of my wife’s hand around Michael’s cock. Her small white hands contrasting to his now semi-erect cock. The next picture was of the cock, still with her hand around it but now the tip was shiny and wet and behind it, slightly out of focus, was Michael’s face, awake and smiling. I imagined that she had just put his cock in her mouth.
The final picture was of Maggie and must have been taken by Michael. She seemed to be coming out of the bathroom in the hotel room. She was naked except for stockings, which looked like they had tears on the leg from vigorous activity. Her hair was mussed up and she was smiling at the camera. Unashamed, unabashed. My wife with her lover.
I already knew this had all happened but the photos made it so much more real. Why had she taken them, and allowed Michael to take photos? Was it because she wanted to remember him and how large his cock had been? Would she ever be satisfied with me again? Was Debbie right about never going back?
I had told Maggie that I could cope with seeing her phone. Did she expect me to look at the pictures as well, or had she forgotten that part? I felt numb. I would have to work out how I felt, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to talk it through with Maggie just yet.
After I thought for a while on my own, I decided it was time to join Maggie upstairs in bed. I had hoped to be able to try out the new clothes that she bought for me, but since she no longer had all of her new underwear, and we couldn’t have sex, there seemed no point anymore. I did feel upset but there seemed nothing more I could do about it.
Maggie was asleep when I joined her in bed. She was wearing a nightie and so I put on my pajama pants and cuddled up to her but she was so tired that she didn’t wake up. She felt familiar, but I knew that she had another man’s sperm in her, and could even be pregnant by him.
In the dark, I replayed all the events from the previous night, the messages on her phone, and wondered what lay ahead for us. The photographs were seared into my brain. I considered whether I should have copied them over to my phone so that I had a copy before Maggie deleted them, but I didn’t want to get out of bed. My brain was racing. I was sure that Maggie meant what she said, that she didn’t want anything to change. I also knew that I had permission to plan my own fun, although I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to get even closer to Kat. I thought about Debbie.
I thought about how things would be for Michael and Maggie when they were back at school together. After so much had happened last night, would they really be able to go back to how they were, or would they do it again if the opportunity arose? He seemed excited to learn that Maggie wasn’t taking any precautions, and that he might have made her pregnant. It all seemed so confusing. I was jealous and upset. Could I ever trust her again? Was this the beginning of another new chapter in our relationship or the start of the end of our marriage? How would I explain that to our friends, let alone our children?
If only my cock didn’t feel so hard and betray to me how aroused I was feeling. I was learning that being married to a hot wife was such an emotional roller coaster, without an end in sight.
I tried to think of something else so I could get to sleep. It took a long time, but eventually, I must have fallen into a restless sleep.
I awoke to hear Maggie coming into the bedroom with cups of coffee. She wore a dressing gown, and I was pleased to see her. She kissed me good morning just as we have most mornings for the last twenty-five years.
I didn’t want to ignore the events of the first part of the weekend, but I still felt I needed time to process what Maggie had done before going over it again. I wanted to find a way to ask her more about the pictures I saw on her phone. I also had to work out how to get myself tested. I didn’t feel like going to our local doctors.
Maggie sat on the bed next to me. She asked me how I slept, and I told her that it was not the best night’s sleep. She said that she had been so tired that she had slept through, but now felt much fresher. She certainly seemed to be brighter, with more energy than yesterday.
“So what happens next for us?” I asked.
“It depends what you want to happen. I want to make sure you know that I still want to stay with you forever, and nothing has happened to change that.”
I didn’t want to lose my own chance to have a good time.
“Any suggestions for my next fun?”
“I wondered if you would see Kat on Friday night. I’m a bit surprised you didn’t try and work something out. I’m sure she would agree.”
“Maybe she would have, but I think I wasn’t in the mood that night. That evening was about you, but maybe my time will come.”
“I love you, Paul, and nothing has changed that. I’ll try and help with whatever you suggest, within reason. But I think that leaves quite a lot of scope. As long it doesn’t come between us.”
“Thank you, I appreciate that. I love you too. I’m sure I’ll come up with something.”
Nothing more was said. There would be more to discuss in the coming days but for the moment I felt somewhat reassured. Maggie went downstairs and I said that I would come down shortly.
I had a shower and dressed. I decided that I would not raise the issue of the photographs, or how she would manage the situation with Michael. I wanted to avoid an argument which might make her defensive. She had been so open in telling me everything that had happened, and knowing how difficult it was for her to talk about sex, I thought I should not pressurise her when she had told me so much.
Maggie had not held any detail back. It had been difficult for me to accept, but she had offered me reassurance, and I reasoned that we both needed time to process what had happened. As long as we stayed honest and open, I was confident that we could move forward, and maybe continue to have fun with others.
I came downstairs feeling more positive. I saw Maggie sitting at the dining table with her back to me. She didn’t notice that I had come downstairs. I wanted to creep up and give her a hug. She was concentrating on her phone, and I could hear a slight giggle coming from her. I quietly walked up behind her and just before I went to hug her, she realised that I was behind her. She jumped with surprise and quickly put the phone on the table, face down.
Before she did, I saw that the phone screen had a picture on it. In the split second before it disappeared, I saw that it was an explicit picture of Maggie on the bed at the hotel, smiling and naked with her legs apart.
She turned around and said that I had surprised her, and that she hadn’t heard me coming downstairs. Her face was turning red. Why did she have such a photograph, which wasn’t on her phone last night? What other photographs of her night at the hotel with Michael were there? I asked her what she was doing. I needed her to be open with me. I thought she had been.
She was never good at concealing the truth.
All she said was, “It’s nothing.”
