This is chapter three in the story.
3. TO BE OR NOT TO BE...
I'd had time since that club dinner and that 'night' when my darling sneaky wife had popped the 'question' to process my reaction to Rebecca's teasing and taunts. I'd deduced that my reaction wasn't entirely unexpected. I loved my wife unconditionally. She was so far and away my superior in all things and the words 'I worshiped her' did bounce about in my mind like a super-ball on crack in a squash court. Yes, I adored her and I liked showing her off. She had always flirted in front of me, but never before to this extreme. This was 'flirtation' on a different level! But I always consoled myself in the knowledge that I had a security blanket, in that my gorgeous girl would always seek out her rock and return to me arms outstretched.
But the look in her eyes that 'night' had scared me shitless. Could I lose her to another man? Was his 'rock' bigger than mine?
'How would you feel if I cuckolded you?' That 'hypothetical' question still resounded about my head like the gong in a bell chamber.
A week after 'that' night in the club restaurant, I was working on season two, episode three of the series when the phone rang. The girls were at child care because it was a Wednesday, my 'free' day.
"Hey honey, watcha up too?" My wife chirped and before I could answer or say anything for that matter she rattled on. "I just wanted to ring and tell you that me and Matty are going to lunch at Bernie's. We aren't doing our love scene until later this afternoon, so would you like to join us there, for something to eat?" She sounded excited!
Now, what do you say in reply to this somewhat innocent invite to lunch? 'Hell no...' that's what I wanted to scream loudly from the mountain tops! 'Get the fuck away from that prick, can't you see he just wants into your panties?! No fucking way in hell I'm going to sit in front of that smug bastard and listen to him woo you while you flash those big thick gorgeous lashes and coo like a love sick dove!!'
"Um, okay, honey, I'll see you there." God I was useless.
Thirty minutes later I watched them walk in to the café holding hands, and Rebecca spied me and waved happily. She didn't drop the hand or appear one bit concerned with the familiarity! More cold shivers! This feeling was beginning to feel strangely normal. To add to my state of anxiety she bounced her hip against his as they walked toward me, and both grinned like lovers.
Sheeet...!
"Hey bro..." Smug-head stretched his paw and crushed my hand as usual. "Glad you could join us!" The familiar smirk ensued.
Who was joining who? I suddenly realized I was the third wheel!
"Hello Matt..." I shook his vice... disguised as a hand, and then faced Rebecca. "Honey..." I went for her lips but she turned her face and I smacked her cheek, me all puckered up and closed eyed. She actually blushed, like I was being a bit forward!
"Hi darling, thanks for joining us." Rebecca smiled. "We had a lengthy break before our love scene together later, so we decided to take a long lunch." She sat and smoothed the short inadequate dress. Her legs were bare and oh so long, accentuated further by her crossing them and tilting them to one side. One white platform sandal hung from her red toenail tipped foot. "How about some drinks honey, I'll have the usual and you Matt?"
"Just a beer bro, Heineken light. I gotta stay focused. Big love scene coming up later, and I don't want to hinder my performance." He chuckled at his double in-tender, and Rebecca smacked his arm playfully. I felt ill...
"I'm sure you'll perform just fine baby..." She realized that this time the 'slip' was out. She was obviously used to calling him 'baby', her pet name for him. I was always just plain 'honey' never 'baby'. She actually blushed again! I just glanced away feeling foolish, and set a destination to the bar. I barely overheard her whisper 'shit, I didn't mean to call you that' as I moved out of range. I did hear him laugh though!
I tried to remain calm; pretending to read what was clearly written in hieroglyphics, with blurred fuzzy vision, on the lunch menu. Rebecca had donned her reading glasses as she too perused the selection. God she looked cute. They sat close... again. Matt's right hand was beneath the table and I could see his upper arm moving gently. She was oscillating to the same tempo as the arm movement.
Double shit...
"Hey Kev, I want to ask you something bro." He sat back, but the arm kept its motion. I placed the unreadable menu and glanced up nervously. "Does it bother you that this afternoon I'll be in bed with your lovely wife? I just want to be upfront bro, like no secrets and shit man. It's just acting, but I don't know how you feel about it?" He looked interested...
