“Alright, sweetie. I’ll see you in a bit.” She hadn’t even been home a half-hour.
“Oh? Where are you off to? I just figured we’d hang out here tonight.”
“Yeah, I kinda toyed with the idea of canceling after getting stuck at work but decided against it.”
“Remind me where you’re off to again?”
“I don’t think I told you in the first place, actually. I’m going for a massage. 7:15. Gonna be cutting it close.”
We hadn’t talked about our little fantasy play session since it happened. We’d had sex, but neither of us had brought up Heidi or the massage. I’d put the idea aside, chalking it up to nothing more than some in-the-moment fantasizing.
I noticed that Kristen was looking at me intently – was she watching for some sort of reaction from me? I tried to play it cool. If my face betrayed me, Kristen let it slide.
“Ah, OK. Have fun.”
“I think I will. I’ll tell you all about it later.” She turned and headed back into the house.
Tell me all about it? Oh my. Why was she dressed so nicely for a massage? My mind reeled off a hundred scenarios all at once. And the perfume. Was she trying to impress Heidi? Wait… was she even seeing Heidi? Maybe the appointment was with someone else? Why was I assuming so much?
I put on headphones and queued up a podcast. Quickly polishing off my beer I started puttering around in the garden, deadheading a few flowers and hunting for weeds. I’d been at it for maybe 20 minutes when I heard my phone chime in the headphones. A message from Kristen:
Kristen: Phew! Made it in the nick of time
Me: I knew your lead foot would come in handy one day
Kristen: Hardy-har
Me: Enjoy your appointment
Kristen: xo
I put my phone back in my pocket and headed to the garage to grab a few garden tools. While I picked out what I needed my phone chimed again.
Kristen: I think I’m going to do this one a little differently.
Me:?
A picture appeared. Kristen had held the camera so that I could see that she was laying on the massage table now. And she was totally naked.
Kristen: No towel!
My heart skipped a beat. I’d take a nude from my sexy wife anytime, but this was different. She wanted me to know that she was showing off her body. Showing it off to a woman she knew had a crush on her. A woman who was about to run her hands all over her. I don’t know how long I stared at the photo, but it was long enough for Kristen to jump in.
Kristen: Cat got your tongue?
Me: Well… I certainly didn’t expect that!
Kristen: You don’t mind, do you?
Mind? My wife possibly opening up to some girl-on-girl activity? AKA my long-held fantasy? Fine by me! Maybe our bedroom talk hadn’t been just talk after all.
Me: Of course not. I want you to be comfortable for your massage
Kristen: Haha. Yes, I’m sure my comfort is your number one concern.
Me: Why, what ever do you mean? You’re certainly not implying that I might be having… ‘impure’ thoughts, are you?
I awaited Kristen’s snarky reply, but none came. I guess it was time for her to put her phone down and enjoy… whatever was coming. I abandoned my gardening, went back inside and took a seat on the couch. The wait for Kristen to get home was going to be interminable. My mind was already racing, conjuring up every possible scenario that could be playing out.