Joey had just returned home after a long day at the office. His wife Jane heard the deep rumbling from his SUV parking in the garage that adjoined the couple's house. The vehicle became silent, moments later he strode briskly into the inviting warmth of their living room, heated by a fiercely burning wood stove. The couple briefly met eyes, Jane managed a smile momentarily, albeit with pursed lips before returning her gaze to the floor.
An accomplished man, he had built a large financial services business from the ground up, having established the firm soon after graduating university, it had since grown to employ over 400 staff across 5 offices. The rewards of his hard work and long hours afforded the couple a lavish lifestyle, a large house in a good suburb, prestige cars, a live in housekeeper and frequent overseas travel.
He went straight to the bar that was built into a corner of the living room. "Get you a drink luv?" She shook her head, again managing to feign a weak smile for her husband. He quickly poured himself a Scotch over ice, his usual drink, then joined his attractive wife on their large leather upholstered sofa. Jane had only just finished her shower, she wore a thick white bathrobe, tied firmly at the front. He leaned over and kissed her, she was almost passive to him.
His wife was blessed with a natural, 'girl next door' look, a round face with full cheeks, skin pale and free from blemish, unusually long naturally blonde hair draped down her back. She still looked quite youthful at 37 years of age. Her body was gloriously curvy, wide hips and large buttocks, with a slender waist below plump, natural breasts, at 5 foot 8 she was almost as tall as her husband.
Joey looked at her with desire in his eyes, his mood was upbeat. Earlier that day his firm had won a lucrative government contract, he was hopeful that his day might get even better. He was 15 years her senior, but looked much older. His face was heavily creased, what remained of his hair was mostly grey and had marched well back from his forehead with a bald patch at the back, his roughly groomed full beard was also mostly grey. Middle-aged spread had set in, his only exercise was the occasional game of golf, rich food and heavy drinking had taken their toll on his body. He wore a cheap off the rack business suit and generic style glasses, his look not reflecting his considerable wealth, Joey didn't consider his appearance to be an important part of his success. After taking off his jacket and loosening his tie, he went to put his arm around her but she withdrew from him. Jane had remained almost silent during the short period since he arrived, her usual warmth and bubbly conversation were absent, he knew something was amiss.
"There's something we need to talk about hun." Jane advised, a serious tone to her voice, she avoided looking him in the eye, still keeping her gaze to the floor.
"So what's on your mind luv?" Joey was now concerned, he took a big sip from his whiskey followed by a deep breath.
"We don't keep secrets right Joe?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way" He replied.
"Well ok then. I'm not sure how how you'll take this, so here goes hun. What I have to tell you is.....I'm going to have a date with another man Joe." Her husband froze in horror, his eyes bulging, mouth gaping, he stared at her, his stony-faced wife didn't flinch, she now looked him in the eye.
"What the fuck? Seriously Jane? Who is he?" He downed the rest of the Scotch before slamming his glass onto the table.
"Don't worry it's nobody you know!" She quickly retorted, a little annoyed that his first concern seemed to be identifying the man involved. "His name is Jamie, he's a big black man, and we're gonna have sex Saturday night!" She added, a little forcefully. I want this hun, just once, that's all." Joey was blindsided, her words cut deep, not only was she going to break her marriage vows, she was planning to do so with a well-hung black man. Joey's reddening face betrayed his seething anger, his eyes bulged, his teeth gritted.
"What the absolute fuck Jane! I can't believe you'd actually do this to me! Sure as hell didn't see it coming, ya had me fooled all these years!" The proud man hyperventilated, feeling his world crashing down around him.
"It's not about you hun, it's just I want... no, I need more. She tried to explain, hoping she could get through to him without needing to go into details. Jane looked up at him again. "I really want this," She boldly repeated. "please be ok with it."
"Well I'm not ok with it! What about us Jane, what about the 17 years of marriage? It's not right, after all these years this is how you repay me? You're just going to FUCK another man? I just... I don't get it, why you would do this?" He raged, angrily spitting his words at her.
"Why Jane?"
"All right! You really wanna know why Joe?" She paused, her husband was silent. "Cos I want to have a BIG man inside me, just for once in my life! Do you know what I'm talking about Joe?" She said, conspicuously flicking her gaze down to his groin. Her husband was wrecked by her words, he slumped forward gob-smacked. Joey's cock was small, even compared with average men, deep down he knew this to be true, as a teenager he had caught sight of other boys while showering in the change rooms after swimming lessons, it was plainly obvious he didn't measure up.
,He slowly shook his head in silence, trying to remain calm despite his simmering anger. "I'll still love you, that's not going to change." She added.
A pregnant pause passed. He stood up and stepped to the bar again, poured himself another generous Scotch and threw it back, barely tasting the top shelf liquor. He quickly poured one more. "Slut!" he yelled at the top of his voice as he exited the room, door slamming behind him. The humiliation of what she said burned, he needed to be far away from her, for Joey the situation was surreal, part of him was frothing with anger at what she was planning, the other part of him still refused to believe she could do such a thing.
A short time latter she heard a car arriving in their driveway, followed by her husbands footsteps upon the floorboards in the hallway, the sounds of his glass shattering before the front door slammed. She discreetly peeked though the curtains to see Joey get into a taxi, a couple of minutes latter her phone chimed, he had messaged her - 'Going for a drink with Bob'. Jane steeled herself, trying not to be affected by his angry response, she selected a bottle of Pinot Noir from their wine collection and settled in for a night of solo Netflix.