Page 18 of Opening It Up
“You look beautiful,” I added, taking one shining curl in my palm. “But why are you all dressed up?”
“It’s Tuesday,” she laughed, applying a pretty, deep pink lipstick.
“Tuesday?”
“I’m going out on a date,” she said casually. Like it was the most usual thing in the world for my wife!
“A date?” I asked stupidly.
“You did say Tuesday was my night, right?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at me in the mirror.
Her pink lips looked so plush and pretty, and I felt my cock twitch as I imagined that color on my shaft.
“Well, yes, but?—"
“But what?”
I could not think of a damn thing to say. Tuesday nightwasher night, according to the calendar. But who the fuck was she going out with?
“But tonight is our night to watch our shows,” I protested.
“Ah, but that was before our open marriage,” Lily-Mae said. “Now I’m busy.”
“But it’s almost 9:30 pm!” I said, uncomprehendingly. “Don’t you think it’s a little late for going out?”
My wife was concentrating on her neckline in the mirror, and I suddenly realized that the attractive low scooped neckline hugging her cleavage, that had been so alluring at the wedding, was no longer just for me.
“Don’t worry,” she said, patting me gently on the arm. “I’ll set an alarm in the morning. And don’t wait up, we might be back late.”
“We?Wait, who is this guy?”
But she was already heading down the stairs, a pair of strappy pink high heels in her hands.
“I already made the popcorn,” I bleated.
Suddenly I heard some type of loud noise outside.
What the fuck?
“You’re going to wake up the kids,” I protested, but she didn’t even turn around.
“They sleep through Dad’s snoring, I don’t think this is going to wake them up.”
I couldn’t help noticing the way her ass looked like absolute peachy perfection in that dress, how it clung bewitchingly to her curves.
Why couldn’t I think of anything smarter to say? What was wrong with me? It was just because I had never been in the position of chasing my wife and begging her to spend time with me that I was completely poleaxed.
And who is in the world was taking her out at this hour?
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, the loud and mysterious rumbling noise only grew until it shook the front steps.
Lily-Mae ignored my bleating as she flew out the door.
“What are you in such a rush for?” I cried, but she couldn’t hear me over the noise.
To my astonishment, when I tumbled after her onto the lawn, I saw Leopold Beauchamps, the extremely powerful businessman and owner of the entire office building I worked in, standing in my yard next to a massive helicopter.
I had been wanting to work in a way to network with him for a while, but I didn’t expect it to be because he was taking my wife out on adate.
