You stopped in front of me and waited. I just looked into your eyes, but didn't say anything. Then suddenly I grabbed with both of my hands your shoul...ers and turn you over so that you are facing the wall. I pushed you against it, your cheek pressed against the wall. My hands forcing between your legs en you could her me say: "lower yourself" and you obeyed. I put your arms behind your back and you folded your hands instantly to keep them there. You felt my body pressing up against you, feeling. I had spent the longest evening of my life alone in the house, checking my phone every two minutes to see if there was a message from her. There hadn’t been. It was almost 3:00 am by the time she came home.She had on the same black cocktail dress she’d left in. Her legs were bare, her stockings most likely in the tote bag she carried. Her hair was mussed and there was a fading flush in her cheek. She’d done it. My wife had really fucked another man.I couldn’t read her expression. She was. Yet this fascination has never faded and these men with their sexy languages remain ever exotic and tempting. He introduced himself as Vanya, which, I remembered, is a petname for Ivan. We went through the basic routine; are you here with friends, have you had a nice evening, do you come here often. He acted casual but there was something utterly seductive about him and I quickly found myself seriously aroused. I must have seemed a bit flustered as I had difficulties making my brain work. The. Any yet I found myself, less than a year after our wedding, the happiest day of my life, imagining what it would be like to see Gina being chatted up by another man.Of course it was disgusting, depraved; of course I'd never want it to happen; and of course there was no way Gina would ever want to experiment like that in anyway. But I still found myself wondering, inventing scenarios in my head and then imagining how they would play out in real life.I imagined how she'd react if someone tried to.