I was sitting at the bar and watching my wife dance that night. We’d decided on it together. After ten years of marriage, sex had become routine, and we wanted to spice things up. Elsie suggested we try something new, but do it together. I nodded, though inside I felt a mixture of fear and excitement at the unknown and the new.
We chose a dark, noisy bar with a mixed crowd. We agreed that she could flirt while I watched. If she went further, it would only be with my consent. The evening was going well. Elsie in a short black dress that hugged her firm hips and C-cup tits, twirled around the bar.
I noticed the guy looking at her. A tall, muscular black man of about thirty wearing a white shirt. His name was James, I think. He introduced himself when he came over to buy her a cocktail. My wife laughed and gave me a playful look. I raised my glass.



