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Watching My Wife

I still remember the night I first met Simon; it was at Steve's pool party. Steve introduced him to me as a new supplier to his business. Most of us were in swimming suits. What made Simon memorable was when he was talking to me in a corner when Simon turned the conversation to Melissa. This is almost a quote, “Melissa, that’s your wife, isn’t she?” I nodded, and he continued, ”She’s one hot babe; I’d love to fuck her.”

I almost dropped my glass on the deck. She’s a beautiful woman, and I’m sure other men had similar reactions to meeting her. But say it in front of her husband—no, just no. People don’t do that. My reply was a startled, “Oh?” He smiled as I found a way to leave. I remembered that smile later. I remembered it as feral, though I didn’t then. It was just a bit strange.

Okay, a weird guy at a party—that's not totally strange.

When Melissa and I were driving home, she mentioned Simon and how nice he was. I didn’t mention his comment about her, though I did think about it. A couple of weeks later, Melissa asked if we could meet him at Royal China Mandarin for dinner some time. I thought about objecting but didn’t, so we made a date for dinner together next week.

At dinner, he was charming, and Melissa enjoyed talking with him. I was thinking I’d been wrong until Melissa used the ladies room. That's when he leaned over to me and said, "What's it like to fuck Melissa? She looks like it would be lots of fun.” He said it just before she returned. I saw the ...

... same smile again.

On the way home, she was commenting on how much she enjoyed the dinner. I finally just nodded and kept silent. Why? I didn’t know.

A week later, I heard that she’d gone to lunch with him at Roberta’s. She thought he was charming again. There wasn’t anything suspicious going on. She liked him and openly had lunch with him. I heard his name occasionally from her. They had lunch a few times together and once met for drinks after work.

I was in Steve's office when I met him again. He was a charming, pleasant guy, except as he left, he said, “Melissa’s a nice lady; I wonder how nice she is. What do you think, Mike?" He said it with that same smile.

I was going to have to say something to Melissa soon.

At dinner, I mentioned meeting Simon at Steve’s office. Melissa smiled and said, “I really like him.” Again, I didn’t say anything. Why? I didn’t know.

About two weeks later, she said she’d met some of the women at work for drinks. Later, I realized that all comments about Simon had disappeared. When I realized that, I asked about Simon. All she said was that he’d been busy, and they’d quit meeting.

I started to notice she was clothes shopping regularly and coming home with more sexy styles from shops I didn’t recognize. I'd been encouraging her to quit with the matronly look for a long time, so I didn't think twice about it.

Six or eight months later, I was wondering if something was going on. On Thursday, I went by Melissa’s work to take her ...