Husband gives free pass to wife

[ashuezy2]

Scene 1

We were tired of our screens. I was 30, she was 32. All week, we stared at code in IT offices.
Friday night was our escape. We needed the noise. We needed the dark. So we go to the club to enjoy.

My wife stands out in the dark club. She is very fair-skinned, glowing under the flashing blue and purple lights. She is incredibly curvy, voluptuous in a way that makes men stop walking when she passes. And right now, her body is full, heavy, because she is lactating. Her breasts were straining against the fabric of her tight top, a secret richness that only I knew about.

We were drinking, letting the week dissolve in vodka and whiskey.

Then, this boy walked up. He looked barely legal, a kid with too much confidence. He didn't care to look at the ring. He just looked at the swell of her chest and the curve of her hips. He started talking, leaning in close.

I didn't move. My wife didn't push him away. She liked the attention. I saw her smile, that real smile that reaches her eyes.

They started dancing. The beat of the music was loud, thumping in my chest like a second heart. I moved back to the bar, into the shadows, enjoying my drink, just watching her.

The boy leaned in and whispered something right into her ear. His lips brushed her hair.

My wife threw her head back and laughed. It was a loud, free sound. Then, she stopped laughing and looked around wildly. She was scanning the crowd, looking for me. Her eyes went right over me in the dark shadows behind the bar. She couldn't find me.

When she realized I wasn't there to stop her, something changed in her face. A look of pure, wild freedom.
The boy grabbed her hand. She didn't pull back. And right there, in the middle of the sweating crowd, they kissed.

It wasn't a polite peck. He grabbed the back of her neck. It was a deep, wet, French kiss. Their tongues were tangled. It lasted forever. It looked hungry. It looked like she was tasting a new flavor of ice cream she had been denied for years.

My blood was boiling. I was so hard it hurt against my jeans. I wondered what he whispered. Did he dare her? Did he tell her how good she looked?

It was like I didn't exist anymore. When the kiss broke, they were both breathing hard. They held hands, fingers interlocking, and they turned toward the exit. They were walking fast, almost running.
They disappeared out the door.

Panic hit me then. Cold fear mixed with the heat below my belt. I ran to the door, pushing through people, but when I got outside, they were gone.

I called her phone. It was switched off.
It was 11:00 PM.

My mind went dark. Did he put something in her drink? What if she just wanted him more than she wanted to come home to me tonight? Where is she now ?