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and a lot. It did offer another layer of material between her nipples and the thin tank, which is all she wanted.
    We arrived early and I snagged a booth in front of the stage and she went to the bar to order drinks. Once she got back I planned on easing into my conversation. This felt risky to me but also tremendously exciting. I felt excited and worried and fearful and aroused. I wondered what Tiff's reaction would be. If she jumped at the chance, I'd be jealous but turned on. If she declined, I'd be relieved and disappointed. It was all so confusing and bewildering.
    I watched her walk back to our table carrying a glass of wine and my tumbler of whiskey. She was lovely. She saw me looking and actually blushed.
    She stopped in front of our table. “David, if I wasn't already in love with you, the way you just looked at me would make me fall in love with you.”
    I took the glasses from her so she could slide into the booth and we kissed.
    “That was the look of a devoted man,” I confessed.
    We kissed again. We chatted, discussing what we'd been told about this band and then about work; little snippets of boring life that cement a relationship together. There was a pause in the conversation and a young man walked past our booth. He and Tiffany locked eyes and she gave him a tiny smile. He walked into someone else and spilled his drink. Tiffany grinned and quickly looked away.
    “Another one bites the dust,” I joked. She knew what I meant.
    “I have to admit, I love it. Growing up no boy looked at me, ever. Then I got older and no man looked at me. Then I had one magical summer and guys started to notice me. I figure I have a lot of ground to make up. I love it.”
    “All this extra-curricular flirting you've been doing has been a blast for both of us.”
    “It has.”
    “If I left it totally up to you what we do next? What would you do? Is our current level good or do you want more?”
    She drank a little wine and surveyed the club.
    “Such a seemingly innocent question,” she muttered, her mental gears turning. “It's not fair to hang me out like that but I won't shy away from it; I'd say touching, especially kissing. I love to kiss and be kissed, maybe some light petting too. Does that shock you? Did I go too far?”
    “Shock? Not at all. I know you and what you like, especially the kissing. I don't know if I could stand to see that.”
    “Then I'll do it behind your back.”
    Boom. “Okay, now I am shocked.”
    “But turned on, right? I've discovered you like it when I'm a little naughty on my own.”
    She was right; I was turned on. Mildly disturbed, but also turned on.
    I looked out over the crowd which had grown considerably. I wrestled with her suggestion, torn between wanting to try it and fear of it.
    “Tell me you love me,” I said, not looking at her.
    “I love you with all my heart, David.”
    I heard her conviction. I took the plunge.
    “Is there someone in the crowd?” She knew what I meant.
    “Oh Yes. More than one.”
    I surveyed the sea of men wondering which would win my wife's attention.
    “Go. Flirt.”
    She studied me, a smile slowly creeping across her face. She said nothing, finishing her wine and coming around the table to kiss me. I watched her perfect ass walk away.
    My palms were slick with sweat. My hand shook as I lifted the tumbler to my lips. Ray was right, there was nothing like it. Better than any drug, the reality of what we now did raced through my veins like battery acid. I had just sent my wife off to touch and kiss other men. I died inside.
    I tried to stay put. I really did. But the suspense was just too much. I caught the waitress's eye and ordered two more and waited impatiently for her to bring them. I told her my wife was in the restroom and I needed to make a phone call but I wanted to hold my table and she slapped a “reserved” sign down on it. I thanked her and left both drinks.
    I circled in the opposite direction Tiff headed and kept low, scanning the