Chaaya’s nervousness took me completely by surprise. Here all this time she’d been feeling just as anxious and scared as I was and I never picked ...p on it! Of course she would be scared, I realized. I felt like a complete, dumb school going kid. Chaaya’s question still hung there between us, as if suspended by a single strand of hair like the sword. I looked into her anxious eyes as I contemplated my answer, knowing full well that I wanted her more than any woman I’d ever met in my young. All the little things he did (openingthe car door, holding my chair at dinner, helping me on with my cover)made me feel even more feminine. Sitting together at dinner, we wereclose enough to touch and gaze into each other's eyes. I think my outfitand makeup were perfect - he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of me.The kiss? I certainly hadn't expected it to feel like THAT! I didn'treally know what to expect, but OMG! Whether it lasted 5 minutes or 5hours, it still would not have been long. I smiled and said yeah I watched a little. She said what do you think , is my wife hot or what? I said yeah she's very beautiful. Lisa said well thank you , maybe me and you can get together tonight for some fun. Before I even opened my mouth my wife said NO, he doesn't fuck, I do . Then she added I will be the one getting fucked this weekend, he'll be eatting my pussy when I'm done. Oh , Lisa said, your a cuckold husband huh? I said yes I am. Steve piped up saying I think it's fucking great.. On a normal day, I would have appreciated the small talk, but I was so tired I didn’t really want to mess with it. “Can I close tonight?” I asked suddenly. I know I caught him off guard, because he paused before saying okay. “You can chill up here with me if you want, I’d really enjoy the company,” he said, laughing sheepishly. I nodded and readjusted myself on the couch. My back was killing me, and it must have been obvious because a moment later, Brandon, who was still standing, spoke.