Note for readers.
This story explores the behaviour and mind games, some would say battle of wits, between a husband and wife, after the said wife strays whilst enjoying the freedom of a night out, and then maintains she has no memory of her misbehaviour. Unlike most other stories of mine this one does not contain any vivid or lurid description of sexual acts, extreme or otherwise, so better not to bother reading it if you only prefer stories containing explicit descriptions of sex acts. (I am, for a change, writing a story that is less pornographic and more about a couple's response and dealing with the aftermath of extra marital sex.) This first part deals largely with the thoughts and reaction of the husband. I intend that in the second part we will see the situation and follow the course of events through the eyes of the wife.
As I never lay out detailed plans of any story before I begin to write I am leaving the option open for a third part that deals with the aftermath and how the relationship is changed.
Wife's Night Out. Pt 01
Ivan sat nursing a drink, nerves on edge, constantly glancing at the clock. He had gone up to bed just before midnight thinking his wife would soon be home from her night out with a couple of girl friends. Occasionally she went out without him, and occasionally she came home a little tipsy, sometimes later than usual but normally she'd let him know if they were going back to a friends house. On this night he had gone to bed just after midnight and tossed and turned for over an hour before getting out of bed to go and sit downstairs, annoyed and anxious that she hadn't appeared nor phoned so he wouldn't worry why she was late. Checking his phone for the umpteenth time he called her and texted her all to no avail.
Rapping his fingers nervously on the arm of the chair he had considered all the possible reasons she might be late; now it was 2:45 and still no sign, so most excuses were now negated. Even making allowance for the fact that it was coming up to Christmas and many venues were staying open later, tempting revellers and people out on office parties to buy those extra drinks, it didn't explain why his wife should use that excuse for keeping such a late hour. Sure, she and her friends might have met up with people and lost track of time, or even been chatted up by some guys, buying them extra drinks. Who knows, it was Christmas time and the party season, but this was not the big city so almost all the venues of the type she might like to frequent would have closed by 2am at the latest.
The worried husband got an image in his head of her in some dark corner with a guy, drunk and having some 'slap and tickle' - Christmas kisses that had gone a step further. His nerves became even more on edge when he reminded himself how she was dressed. Tight black dress, zipped up the back, though it only went as far as her waist. She didn't like visible lumps and bumps caused by underwear, so she often went braless; being blessed with firm breasts and large nipples meant that she drew lots of attention. The only garments she was wearing under the dress were a thong and hold-up stockings.
Maybe, he thought, she had gone into the park and was being fucked behind big shrubs - then he thought it unlikely, given it wasn't the warmest of December nights and she hadn't taken a thick winter coat. The clock now read, 3:15 and he was getting frantic, maybe he ought to call the police or hospital; he checked again but her phone was still turned off.
Then, the noise of a vehicle being over revved, pulling away, made him sit up on the edge of his seat. Yes, she's home, he thought when he heard the door handle turn. Within seconds it became obvious she was unable to open the door; no key or too drunk? Rushing down the hallway he opened the front door and she almost fell over the doorstep. It proved to be the latter as his wife Kerry, could hardly stand.
'Where the fuck have you been 'till this time?' Ivan demanded. He didn't get an answer. 'I heard a car pull away, who brought you home?'
'They put me in a taxi - one came with me - to make sure I got home okay.'
'They - who the fuck are 'they'?'
Kerry was flopping down toward the floor so Ivan dumped her on the couch.
'Now, tell me what you've been doing over the last few hours that's made you so late and so spaced out - this is more than just drinking too much.'
Kerry wasn't behaving like a drunk would. None of the usual signs displayed of someone who had almost drunk themselves into an unconscious state - no sign or smell of vomit over her clothing or on her breathe, he noticed. From experience Ivan knew that as soon as his wife began to feel unwell from drink she would stop - if not, then she would would be violently sick - but almost always she never reached that point. Not for years had she been in that state.
Though her speech was slurred and eyes half closed Kerry knew what she wanted to say and most of her speech was comprehensible.
'I've been a bit naughty, you'll be very angry with me. We got in the company of two guys who flirted with us and bought us drinks. One of them took a liking to me and I played pool with him, and had a couple of dances. When we went back into the main bar his mate said the other girls had left. I was pissed off that they'd left me and was going to call a taxi but they persuaded me to stay a bit longer.
'They got another round of drinks in, then I danced with the other guy. I seemed to lose track of the time. We sat at a table talking and joking - I let them both kiss me a few times.'
'Do you mean kiss you on the lips - fondle you?'
'Yeah, I guess so, they made remarks about me not wearing a bra, seeing my nipples stick out. I remember realising it must be very late because the club was emptying, getting ready to close. When we went outside and they called a taxi for me I was confused when they both got in with me. The taxi set off but I never told the driver where to take me. Both guys started to kiss me and told me not to worry - one guy kissed me then I was turned to face the other one.'
Ivan felt a mixture of emotions but amongst the anger and sense of betrayal and not least the shock that his wife had been with another man, there was an underlying, out of place feeling of excited sexual arousal. He was anxious to know where this story was leading so said nothing.
'So, you must have told the men where you live and they told the driver.'
'No, I'm not talking about the taxi that's just brought me home, I'm talking about the first taxi. We went back to an apartment where one of the men lived.'
'When you were kissing in the taxi, did you let them touch you - play with your breasts?'
Ivan wasn't sure why he'd suddenly demanded to know that particular detail.
Kerry had to think for a minute. 'I didn't say they could, they just did.'
'Did they ask if you actually wanted to go back to that apartment?'
Again thinking hard Kerry seemed perplexed. 'I can't remember.' Her eyes closed and she tried to lie down but Ivan wanted her to stay awake so pulled her back up.
'But you didn't question it or complain?' Ivan asked finding Kerry's lack of concern incredulous. 'So you were enjoying what they were doing; taking turns to kiss and fondle you?'
'I must have done, I don't remember saying anything to them.'
'No doubt once in the apartment there was more kissing - and other stuff happening!'
