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awaiting his response. I wasn’t
sure how I felt about that. Women together seemed ok to me, it conjured images
of softness and romance. Two men, totally the opposite. I pictured raw and
aggressive fucking, which, in my eyes, would debase the guy on the receiving
end. That didn’t turn me on at all.
    ‘No! I love the idea of watching you get fucked
by someone else, but I’ve never wanted to try a guy, not my thing at all. You’re
what turns me on, and tonight is all about you and the pleasure I’ll get from
watching you, if you feel comfortable enough to do it.’
    ‘You promise you won’t be mad if I don’t?’ I
bit my lip nervously as I waited for his response. He’d already answered that
question a number of times, but I still needed the reassurance.
    ‘I promise, one step at a time. The fact you’ve
even agreed to come to the event, so soon after discovering I harboured this
fantasy, is a massive step. I told you, if you never feel comfortable with it,
I’ll handle that. I love you more than I love the idea of carrying out a sexual
kink of mine.’ He leaned down and kissed my cheek reassuringly, making me relax
a little. ‘I’ll see you later, there are a few gifts on the bed for you.’
    ‘I’ve had my lovely weekend away and some new
clothes,’ I reminded him.
    ‘Count those as an apology for having my head
up my arse for the last however many years. These gifts are for putting up with
me for fifteen years of marriage. I love you, Tracy, never doubt that.’ He
clasped my chin, tilting it back so he could kiss me softly on the lips, his
words melting my heart.
    ‘I love you too, darling,’ I whispered, with
tears in my eyes. He ran his thumb over my lower lip as he smiled down at me,
his handsome face full of happiness. It was a good look on him, instead of the
weary look I’d grown so accustomed to. I watched his sexy backside disappear
out of the dressing room and sighed happily. He looked completely edible in a
pair of black trousers and matching black waistcoat, with a crisp white shirt
rolled at the sleeves. I decided not to focus on my nerves about tonight and
instead continued with my makeup. We had a lovely meal in The Domville restaurant
to look forward to first. We’d been so impressed with the suite and service at
the hotel, that Anthony had suggested staying in The New York Domville for a
pre-Christmas break, just the two of us, no kids. That sounded like bliss. It
had been years since we’d done anything on our own, other than our anniversary
weekends away.
    I kept my makeup light and fresh, adding some
radiance to my cheeks and brows, with lashings of black mascara and eyeliner,
then a dash of gold eyeshadow which made my hazel eyes pop. I dried my hair and
decided on a sleek, sexy ponytail, my blunt asymmetrical fringe making me look
edgy and far from my age. I headed through to the bedroom, to see what surprise
Anthony had got for me and saw a number of boxes on the bed, with a hand
written note on top of them.
     

     
    I fluttered my hands in front of my eyes, trying
to stem the tears I wanted to shed, while not ruining my newly applied makeup.
It had been so long since he’d bought me a gift just because , or written
me a heartfelt note. I really hoped that this wasn’t a phase he was going
through, that once the novelty of the new us wore off, Sabrina’s appeal
wouldn’t tempt him away from me. I made short work of opening my presents, ecstatic
to find he’d purchased a black wrap dress for me that I’d tried on in Phase
Eight. I’d discounted it as I thought it was too expensive. It had looked so
sexy on, yet classy, hugging my curves while showing a bit of my cleavage,
stopping just above the knee. He’d also purchased some very sexy red lace
matching lingerie and sheer lace top hold-ups. He must have checked the
underwear I’d brought with me and memorised the size, he’d never bought me
underwear in all our years together. What nearly had me lose my battle