He got on his knees and started to pull her panties down, till they reached the level of her ankles, and dropped between her feet. He climbed up again and started to kiss her very passionately...

NEW YEARS

I love my wife. However, our life is very routine: we wake up, have coffee, maybe a bagel, go to work, come home, have dinner, watch TV, and maybe have sex missionary. It is all very mechanical.

Little did I know that our life was about to change.

NEW YEAR'S EVE.

My wife Christine and I rarely had date nights. After work, I would be too tired, and she recently started working late a couple of days a week at her office.

So when New Year's Eve came around, we went on our first night out together in a long time.

However, once again it started out routine. I was ready to go so I sat on the bed watching her. She undressed, stepping into the shower, shampooing her hair and soaping up her body. She has rather nice curves. I looked at my phone; I saw that needed to leave for the bar soon. So I got up and waited in the living room.

Christine, finally dressed, came out of the bedroom wearing a dress I had seen her wear. I stopped scrolling on my phone. It was a sexy cocktail dress that really enhanced the curves of her body.

"That new?"

Christine didn't answer, just checked her hair in the living room mirror then replied, "Yes. I bought it for tonight, to wear it for you." She gave me a soft smile.

"Oh, okay."

"How about: You look good, honey, you look sexy."

"Sorry, you look good. We don't lose our reservation, so let's go."

She just sighed and walked past me out to the car.

We drove to the bar, listening to oldies. Billy Joel's "You Gotta Tell Her About It" was playing when we arrived.

Every person at the bar looked younger than us. I felt old. I felt like a chaperone. We had a table reserved for the night. We had a nice meal and sparkling wine. Same old routine, New Year's Eve date night stuff. Christine was busy throughout our meal, texting people from her work, so I got on my phone and started scrolling the internet.

At some point, she slapped her phone shut and looked at me. "You want to go dance?" I just said, “No,” without looking up from my phone. Christine raised her glass of wine and drank the last sip. I said to her, “I’m going to the bar to get a drink.” “Okay,” I said as I scrolled past a few Instagram girls. I know it probably sounds dickish, but I literally had nothing to pass the time. I looked up from my phone. Across the room, past the people, my eyes locked in on my wife standing at the bar trying to grab the bartender’s attention. It took me a minute. Just as I was about to go scrolling back through my phone, a man walked up to my wife. The guy tapped her shoulder.

He was younger than she was and they began chatting. However, I was too far to catch what they were discussing. He made two-finger gestures towards the barkeeper, which he returned a thumbs up and gave them two drinks of champagne.

I slowly shut my phone and watched.

I saw Christine laugh at something he said.

He extended his hand; she shook hands with him. She pointed at me and nodded in my direction. He said something else to her. She nodded. They kept their champagne on the bar and, taking her by the hand, moved towards the dance floor.

I stayed there for a few moments; then I rose from the table.

Walking slowly towards the dance floor. Light was dimmed. I found myself amidst the crowd near the dance floor. Passing through people who stood before me. For a moment I did not see them. But suddenly I saw them. They were in the middle of the dance floor. The man had his hands on Christine’s hips, while her hands were on his neck. Dancing to the tune of "No Ordinary Love" they came near to each other. His hands which were on her waist moved down to her ass.

The jealousy was building up in me. She seemed to be rubbing her tits against him. Their lips barely an inch away from each other. They could kiss anytime. As the song began to draw to an end, I stepped back, because in case they decided to head toward me.

The lights came up a little and the bar announced that it was now midnight. I glanced at my wife. The music had stopped with their arms still around each other. The countdown for midnight began: 10, 9, 8... their faces got closer. 5, 4, 3, their lips started touching.

"One!" everybody yelled. "Happy New Year!!" My wife was in a deep, passionate kiss with the guy. Some people moving to and from the dance floor got in my way so I had to go around them. Because I had lost sight of Christine. Then I saw them.

My heart was beating fast. They were still kissing, his hands firmly gripping her ass massaging it, the back of her dress slid up. I could see the bottom curve of her cheeks, which I swear I saw her flex and release as if she was grinding against him. Their kiss ended, they laughed a little, and she rubbed some of her lipstick off of his bottom lip with her thumb. Then she readjusted her dress. They started moving off the dance floor. At a quick pace, I moved back to our table and sat down.

I waited for her to return. But she didn't show. I looked through the crowd; I couldn't see them.

I got a text from my wife saying she was in the bathroom, and then she was going outside for some fresh air, and I should order some cheesecake and maybe another bottle of wine.

I sat there, steaming for a good long five minutes, then eventually got up from our table and went back to the dance floor. They weren't there. I went over to the bathroom, and there was a long line, but they weren't there, so I ventured outside.

In the front of the bar, there were all sorts of people milling about, enjoying cigarettes, talking, chattering away.

Off to the side of those people with their backs to me were my wife and that guy.

I thought about approaching them, but I stepped back into a shadowy area next to the building, watching.

They both were smoking. My wife was now wearing a New Year's Eve tiara, the type that is made out of cardboard that you get free from the bar. One arm was around his shoulders, and one of his arms was around her waist, sliding slowly from her ass and back up. He said something, and she laughed, tilting her head back. The tiara came askew. He straightened it on her head while she dropped her cigarette, stepping on the glowing cherry, snuffing it out under her shoe, then her eyes met his. They moved closer, and at first it was a slow, soft, tender kiss, then both her arms slid up and around his neck, and his other arm slid up behind her.

There were also two other people walking my way. I pretended to take out my phone and dial an Uber. They moved past me. I looked back at my wife from the shadows. They were talking with their arms around each other. I would have given anything to know what they had said at that moment.

I saw my wife glance towards the bar entrance and saw her mouth say "No," shaking her head. The guy whispered something, his lips brushing up against her ear. He nodded towards an alleyway. She looked at the alleyway and then looked around. I backed up farther into the shadows, my back against the wall. Staring into his eyes unblinking, she gave one nod.

The man grabbed my wife’s hand and disappeared down the alleyway at a fast pace.

Motherfucker, I cursed inwardly. What the fuck did she think she was up to? This isn’t something she would do.

I moved towards the alleyway. I turned the corner; I could see nothing. However, I could distinctly hear the sound of steps that were retreating into the darkness. Therefore, I went inside the alleyway myself. My eyes took time to get adjusted to the dark atmosphere. I heard laughter along with some giggling and a few other sounds that I could not decipher. I stepped over a glass bottle lying on the ground, but stepped on a piece of glass, which made quite a loud crunching noise. I froze on the spot and listened. I could hear a moan. The moan belonged to my wife. I made my way farther down the alleyway. I peered around the side of the dumpster, squatting down. Illuminated only by a dim light bulb that flickered from time to time, which was next to a side entrance to the bar.

My wife was pressed against the wall. They were kissing. I watched. He started kissing on her neck. One of his hands was massaging her breast, firmly squeezing it.

She just had her eyes closed and bent more of her neck to give him better access. His hand then let go of her breast, sliding down her side, feeling her ass, raising the sides of her dress. Her hands automatically went down from around his shoulders down to his belt buckle and undid his belt and his pants and started feeling his bare cock in her hand.

He raised her dress up around her waist.

She was wearing thong panties. He got on his knees and started to pull her panties down, till they reached the level of her ankles and dropped between her feet. He climbed up again and started to kiss her very passionately. I could feel my penis hardening. She continued to rub his cock with her hand. At the same time, he pulled down her top, kissing on her tits, sucking each nipple. He looked up into her eyes, then grabbed his penis and rubbed it against her. Her arms went around his shoulders. She raised her knees up to the side of his hip. His pants and underwear slipping down to his thighs as his hips flexed. She raised up a little and gasped once. Her arms gripped his back. His hips started bucking against her while pressing her against that dirty alley wall.

I heard her moan again and loudly exclaim, "OH FUCK." His hips quickened in pace. His face nuzzled in her neck. Her erect full breasts bounced with every thrust. Christine let out a "Ohhh, Fuucckk!!" As he growled like a grizzly bear.

I could hear the slap of their bodies hitting together. I felt like my heart was pounding out of my chest, watching the other part of me was so aroused, my erection raged.

The guy moaned loudly, and he stayed still, just pressing her against the wall. I heard her gasp, "Oh my god." He let out a long "Oooh, yeah!" They kissed again. Releasing her from the wall, he started pulling up his underwear and pants. She readjusted her dress.

They kissed again quickly before he began to guide her backwards along the alley in my direction. I quietly moved alongside the dumpster and crouched down, hidden in shadow.

As they passed by, I heard him say to her, “I wish I could keep you for the entire night,” and she responded, “Yes, that would be wonderful, but now I have to return to reality.” And then they were gone.

I got up. I stood there. I was aroused, jealous, angry, and confused.

I looked back to where they were standing. In the soft dim glow of that lone light bulb on the side of the wall, near the side entrance.

I saw her panties. I picked them up. I could keep seeing flashes of them fucking against that wall. I left the alley, and I walked back into the bar. Back to our table where she was sitting with a compact open, checking her makeup and her hair.

"There you are. Did you get us some cheesecake?" she asked me.

I looked at her and shook my head no. "I'm not feeling very well, and I would want to go home." She looked at me and then said, "Okay. I hope everything is okay?"

All I could reply was, "Yeah."

She told me she was sorry that we didn't spend the countdown together, but there was a long queue in the bathroom. She placed her arm over my shoulder and said, "Happy New Year, baby," and kissed me. I could taste cigarettes on her mouth. I could taste him on her mouth.

Back at our house.

I asked if she would like to make love.

She said that she had cramps and she needed a bath, but we can make love tomorrow morning. I responded with a gentle whisper of "Ok."

She went to the bathroom. I heard the sound of the shower. I began undressing; I put her underwear on her pillow. After she got out of the bathroom, I went in and I brushed my teeth.

As I left the bathroom, there were tears in her eyes as she held her panties in her hands. She cried, “I am sorry!” almost inaudibly.

I told her, “Tell me everything!”

She covered her face in her hands. I moved in front of her, and I waited. Looking down at her. I silently, coldly said, "I want you to tell me details."

To my surprise, she told me about a month earlier when she went to a conference and fucked her boss, and then she hooked up with him a couple of times after that, but then had previously ended it. She then told me about tonight. She cried a little bit more. She said she just wanted to feel desired.

After she caught her breath, she looked up at me and asked, "What now?"

I lowered down, kissed her cheek, her arms wrapped around my body, holding me close to her. I started pulling off the rest of my clothes. She pulled off her nightgown. We fucked. We fucked wildly, and for the first time in a long time, it wasn't just in missionary, it wasn't routine and was definitely not mechanical. I felt the unmistakable clench of her vagina around my cock as she orgasmed. Which in turn made me orgasm, shooting several loads into her, making my body spasm against her.

The next morning, when she woke, I told her I had some to say, and she began saying, "I'll never be with another man." She kept telling me she was so sorry.

I said, "Christine!"

She just stared at me.

"I enjoy watching you."

"What do you mean?"

"Watching you with others."

She stared at me, and then, after a moment, said, "What did you have in mind?"

And I just gave her a sly smile.

To be continued.