Standing there, with a hand up ready to knock on the door again, is your wife.
As it turns out, it was possible for you to be more nervous. In fact, you’re trying desperately not to shit your pants.
You and your wife stand there for three seconds, which feels like an eternity, eyes bulging out of your head at the sight of each other. You both break the silence.
“I can explain!” you blurt out in a panic, while at the same time your wife says, “how’d you know?!”
“How did I know what?” you ask, in sync with your wife asking, “you can explain what?”
You both stare, confused. You grab your wife by the hand and pull her inside the motel room, closing the door behind you.
“What are you.. doing here?” you ask, briefly distracted as you notice the incredibly revealing black dress she’s wearing under her open coat. The lack of material down the middle of her chest allows a great view of her ample boobs, which are looking bigger and better than ever. She’s also wearing mascara for the first time in… you can’t remember the last time she did, and she’s sporting a thick layer of lip gloss.
“I should ask you the same thing!” she exclaims, pulling her coat closed when she realizes you’re checking out her dress. Why would she care if you see her dress?
You’re desperately trying to come up with any plausible explanation for your presence at this dumpy motel, when you notice that your wife is more concerned with covering herself up and is peeking out the window, like she’s worried about someone seeing her… or waiting for someone to show up.
You finally put the pieces of the puzzle together. The only reason your wife isn’t freaking out on you is because she came here to meet someone too.
“You came here to meet someone,” you say, thinking out loud.
Your wife suddenly looks defeated.
“I’m sorry,” she says, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s not what you think though!” she adds quickly. “I know it sounds crazy, but I was only experimenting to find out what would make you think I’m sexy again, and save our marriage,” she says quietly.
You look at your wife, stunned, realizing you’re both here for the same reasons.
“It’s not crazy,” you reply. “That’s exactly why I’m here.”
Men have no way to compete with women when it comes to dressing seductively for a sexual encounter. The fact that you’re dressed in ripped jeans and a tank top is the only reason your wife can’t figure out the situation like you have.
“I know, you came to stop me,” she says.
“Not exactly,” you laugh. “Let me guess… you set up an encounter with some random guy on a website that caters to married people?”
“Yeah…” she admits, unable to figure out where you’re going.
“I’m the guy.”
She looks at you in disbelief, eventually recalling what you said just a few seconds ago.
As the situation becomes clear, she says, “So you came here to experiment with a stranger?”
“Just as you were,” you remind her. “And maybe gain some confidence.”
“Confidence to do what?” your wife asks.
“I don’t know… try something new. Have faith in my ability to… pleasure you.”
Your wife suddenly looks sympathetic. “Of course you’re able to pleasure me,” she tries to reassure you. “But why wouldn’t you think you could experiment with me?” she asks.
“The same reason you wouldn’t with me,” you counter. “I didn’t feel like you were interested. And by the way,” you add, “you’re insane if you think I don’t find you sexy. Look at you!” you shout while gesturing at her body, knowing there’s a sexy black dress containing breathtaking breasts underneath her coat. You involuntarily rub the bulge in your pants.
She smiles at you, and you smile back sheepishly, but bigger than you have in months.
“So, you liked what you saw underneath my coat?”
She steps towards you and places her hands on your chest, before dropping one to your crotch. You can’t remember the last time she’s been this assertive. Your wife continues to rub the growing tent in your pants while looking you right in the eye.
“Isn’t it obvious?” you answer with a smirk, still experiencing some nerves.
“Well then, ahem,” your wife says, clearing her throat before looking down at her feet, unable to hold your gaze. It’s clear she’s still very nervous as well. “Maybe whatever we came here to do… we can do to each other,” she says quietly, her voice shaking. She looks back up at you, staring deep into your soul.