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"So, did you get lucky last night? Did you get some action?" I asked my wife, as we finally cuddled in bed one Sunday night. She had been sl**ping most of the day after returning at 8am from a night out, and there hadn't been any opportunities to ask my burning question due to the k**s and other commitments. We didn't have an open relationship, but I felt sure it was a reasonable question to ask in the circumstances. "What do you mean? Of course not," came her slightly stiff reply. "Like I said, we went clubbing, and it took ages to get home." It wasn't usual for my wife to go clubbing. She had been to the theatre with a friend she hadn't been out with before. He was about fifteen years younger than us and more likely to suggest dancing than her usual friends, but still I wasn't completely buying the "some club in town" story. She'd previously told me that this guy had flirted with her a few years ago. Now things could have easily gone a step further and my imagination had been doing overtime the night before while I lay in bed with an aching cock wondering when she would return. "But you were looking so hot last night and I know he fancies you. I wouldn't be asking if I didn't want to hear the answer, yes or no," I said, my cock starting to stir against the small of her back. There was a few seconds' silence and then she blurted "I'm so sorry, love, I didn't mean to sl**p with him, but it just seemed to happen. It didn't seem wrong at the time. It wasn't planned I promise, ...

... and I don't think I can see him again." My cock responded by doubling in size. "Hey, it's ok honey," I reassured her, pulling her warm body tighter into mine. "It's not a crime to be human. I might have done the same in that situation. It's not like you tried to hurt me, is it?" Some of these lines I had rehearsed the night before. "No, of course not, and I love you more than ever," she said turning round, to look me in the eye. Her eyes had welled up but she was not properly crying. "You can sl**p with anyone you like, I'm so sorry." "I don't want anyone else, but if a threesome with twins is on offer in the future, I won't refuse," I joked. I kissed her softly on the forehead and pulled her tight again. "So how did it all go so wrong?" I whispered sarcastically into her ear. "Well, we did go clubbing but it wasn't that great and we left at about 2am. Nothing happened until he hailed a taxi and asked if I wanted to come back to his place until the trains started running," she explained. "I didn't have much time to think about it but I wasn't tired and so I got in the cab. Then we were kissing in the back seat, God how cheesy!" "Weren't you flirting before then? At the club?" I asked. "Not really. We were having a nice time. Talking, dancing, lots of eye contact I guess but nothing sexual," she replied. "What happened next?" "The taxi ride wasn't very long, but we snogged like teenagers all the way. This was the only part of her story that made me jealous. We didn't get much ...