The Start of Something New - Part 1

"Corbin, darling, would you pour me a glass of wine?" Callie called out from the living room.

Corbin felt a touch of annoyance at her request as he'd set his mind on sitting down for a few hours of online gaming in his office. His friends were waiting, in fact, and with every passing minute the odds of them starting without him increased.

"Of course," he replied.

Corbin poured his wife a glass of red wine and headed to the living room to deliver it to her. He found Callie sitting on the couch with a photo album in her lap and a wistful smile on her face. It was impossible not to notice that she looked exquisitely beautiful. She was a beautiful woman, of course, but on this particular day she'd put in a great deal of effort. She wore a low cut red dress made from an impossibly soft-looking material - velvet, perhaps - and a pair of high heeled black leather boots that stopped just short of her knees. Her blonde hair was soft and shiny and she'd styled in a particularly fetching wavy manner.

Corbin was suddenly concerned that he'd forgotten about a date they'd planned for that evening. They always went out for Christmas Eve, but it was a few days prior to that so he was certain he was free to spend his night gaming with his friends.

"Here's your wine," he said.

Callie looked up from the photo album and smiled as she took the glass. Corbin couldn't help but notice a hint of moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes. He glanced at the book and saw photos from what must have been the first few years of their marriage.

"Is everything alright?" he asked as a sense of nervousness gripped him.

"No, not really."

"What's wrong?

Callie looked down and ran her fingers over a photo of them in front of a waterfall in Hawaii. They'd celebrated their second anniversary on Kauai. They'd taken that picture at the end of an arduous hike. Mere moments after snapping the image they'd both jumped in the water, washing away the sweat they'd accumulated on their trek through the jungle-like terrain. It was a lovely memory that put a smile on Corbin's face.

"Do you remember how happy we were back then?" she asked while gesturing towards the pictures. "How we did everything together? How we talked to each other about everything?"

"I do."

More moisture had gathered at the corners of her eyes when Callie looked up at him. "Do you remember how you doted on me? How you made it clear how much you adored me?"

He nodded.

"And do you know that you don't do that anymore?"

Corbin sat down and reached for his wife's hand. She pulled it away, though.

"Do you still love me, Corbin?"

"Yes, of course. I love you just as much as I did the day we got married."

"Then why don't you act like it?"

Corbin took a deep breath as a seemingly endless parade of thoughts darted through his mind. He searched for proof that Callie was wrong, that he was every bit the attentive and adoring husband he'd been back then. When he couldn't find that proof, he searched for a rationalization as to why that was true. He found nothing.

"I don't know."

"You were going to spend most of your night gaming with your friends, weren't you?" she asked.

Corbin nodded.

"You could have spent it with me. We could have gone to dinner. We could have made dinner together and watched a movie. We could have, I don't know, we could have gone sledding at the orchard. We used to do that."

The orchard was a local spot that featured a remarkably large hill. It drew people from all over town to go sledding, especially when fresh snow had fallen. Corbin and Callie hadn't been in so long that he'd forgotten that sledding there was even an option.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Do you still love me, Corbin?"

His eyes welled up. His chest tightened. He felt an intense kind of emotional pain and it was because he'd clearly disappointed his wife. He'd failed in his obligations as a husband.

"Yes, Callie, I love you. I do. I love you desperately. I'm so sorry."

She closed the photo album and set it and her glass of wine on the coffee table. Callie turned back to Corbin with a sweet, almost wistful smile on her face. "I don't like what our marriage has become. It's nowhere near as fulfilling as it needs to be for me to continue with it. I understand that marriages evolve and they tend to evolve in a less exciting manner, but we've only been married for nine years, Corbin. We should be at least a decade away from having a fairly boring, staid marriage."

"I know. I know. I'm so sorry, Callie."

"I believe you, but you being sorry doesn't really fix anything, Corbin."

He felt a sense of panic that bordered on overwhelming him. It seemed possible that his wife was about to inform Corbin of her intention to divorce him.

"I have a date tonight," she said.

Corbin felt like she'd punched him in the chest, so much so that he leaned back as if recovering from a swift blow. "What?" was all he could manage to ask.

Callie's expression remained unchanged. "Someone asked me out a few days ago. I agreed to go on a date with him. He's taking me out to dinner and then we're going dancing."

"Callie, what are you talking about?"

She smiled. "It's just a date, Corbin. It's nothing serious. It's dinner and a little dancing. Yes, his hands will probably be on me as we dance, but it probably won't go any further than that."

"Probably?"

"I suppose there's a chance I could get swept up in the evening and let him kiss me at some point, but it won't go any further than that."

Corbin was certain his wife was lying, that she was just winding him up as a way of punishing him for neglecting her and their marriage. She couldn't possibly have agreed to a date with another man.

"You're lying, right?"

She shook her head. "No, sweetheart, I'm not lying. A man asked me on a date. I agreed to go on that date. He'll be here to pick me up in half an hour."

"No he won't. You can't go on a date. We're married. You can't date someone else."

"Yes, I can," she replied firmly. "And I will. You don't act much like you cherish and adore me, Corbin, and a man should treat his wife like he cherishes and adores her, so I'm going on a date. Perhaps he'll cherish and adore me."

Corbin wasn't angry. He felt a great many things in that moment, but anger wasn't one of them. Jealousy was. There was desperation in there, too, and a touch of helplessness.

"Callie, please, don't go on this date. I'll be better. I will. You're right that I'm not the husband I should be. You're right that I've neglected you and our marriage. I'll change. I'll be better. I will."

She smiled and reached up to caress his face. He closed his eyes and savored how good it felt to be touched by the woman he loved. Then a surge of jealousy washed over him as he imagined her touching another man in that manner, or in any manner.

"If only you'd come to that realization a few years ago. Hell, even a few months ago. You didn't, though. It took me agreeing to a date with another man to wake you up, so I'm going on the date. With any luck, you can spend your night considering why you've been so neglectful of our marriage and how you can be better."

Callie stood and Corbin grabbed her hand. She shot him an annoyed look and he let her go.

"This is happening, Corbin. I'm going to have dinner with another man. If I like him, I'll let him take me dancing, too. There's a small chance I'll let him kiss me if the night goes exceptionally well, but that's all that will happen tonight. Now, I need to touch up my hair and makeup to ensure that I look good for my date. Don't follow me."

Corbin felt anguish as he watched his wife walk away. It felt entirely possible that his marriage was walking away with her. He scolded himself for neglecting Callie and his marriage. He cursed her for going to such extremes to point out that he'd neglected her.

After a few minutes sitting alone on the couch, Corbin resolved that he would stop his wife from leaving. He would confront the guy that had asked her out. He would threaten him. He would make sure that the date didn't go off as planned.

While he waited for that, Corbin paced around the living room. He paced past the Christmas tree a dozen times before stopping, sitting, and considering the things he'd bought his wife.

Corbin came to the realization that every gift he'd purchased had come off her list. It had been the same the previous three Christmases. He used to come up with his own ideas for her. He used to get a thrill out of surprising her with something wondrous and often extravagant. Somewhere along the way, though, that drive had disappeared and Corbin had settled for simply shopping off a list.

His shoulders sank as he ran his fingers over the handful of gifts he'd wrapped and placed under the tree. He felt an even deeper sense of sadness as he realized that Callie always bought him something thoughtful that he hadn't put on a list.

She was right. He'd been neglectful of her and their marriage. It was a shameful thing. He was as embarrassed as he'd ever felt as he sat cross-legged in front of the tree that his wife had put so much effort into decorating.

"He's here."

Corbin turned to see his wife standing at the edge of the living room in her red dress and puts. She'd put on red lipstick that looked utterly perfect. He stood and approached, though he couldn't bring himself to fully close the distance between them.

"I'm sorry, Callie," he said. "I'll be better. I will."

"I hope so," she replied. "In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy getting to feel like I'm single again, at least for one night."

"Where is he taking you?"

"I'm not sure. He said he'd plan everything. I'll text you, though, when we get to the restaurant."

Callie walked over and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," she replied. "Perhaps even more than you know."

Callie turned and walked out of the house. Corbin rushed to the window and saw his wife's date get out of his car. They shared a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek before he walked her to the passenger side and opened the door. She gracefully slipped into his car and her date shut the door and hurried to the driver's side. Any desire to stop the date had drained out of Corbin as he sat in front of the tree. He'd been a terrible husband in some ways and if Callie wanted to go on a date - whether to punish him or to simply enjoy herself - then she deserved to do that.

As the car backed out of the driveway, Corbin allowed himself a few moments of complete and utter devastation. He felt every bit of jealousy and anguish and annoyance and even a touch of anger.

Then he pushed it all aside and set his mind to considering Christmas gifts for his wife. It had been quite some time since he'd bought her jewelry, but for some reason that felt impersonal. In the past he'd sprung for luxuries like a fancy pair of shoes or an expensive and fashionable winter coat, but Callie still owned those things and didn't need a newer version.

Then it dawned on him. Their tenth anniversary was coming up. Corbin could plan the perfect trip to celebrate. They could go back to Tahiti, where they'd spent their honeymoon. It was early enough that he could probably book the same exact room where they'd begun their honeymoon.

As he pondered the idea of planning a Tahitian vacation for their tenth anniversary it occurred to Corbin that he could buy his wife jewelry featuring Tahitian pearls. He could get an elegant necklace or a pair of earrings that would celebrate their marriage, or at least the place where their marriage got started.

It was while he rushed to his office to browse online for the jewelry that Corbin received a text from Callie with the restaurant her date had taken her to. It was a place downtown. It was a place Callie had long talked about wanting to go, in fact, and Corbin had never taken her. He felt an intense sense of jealousy. He couldn't bear the thought of his wife on a date with another man, and yet he suspected that if he went to the restaurant to interrupt that she'd be furious with him.

Instead, Corbin went online and shopped for jewelry. He did so for an hour, eventually settling on a beautiful and expensive pair of earrings and a necklace, both of which featured Tahitian pearls. The price was extravagant, but they made more than enough money for it to be affordable.

Once he'd made the purchase, Corbin directed his browser to the website for the resort where they'd spent their honeymoon. A video played with drone shots of the overwater bungalows where they'd stayed. He felt a deep pang of anguish at the idea that he'd been so neglectful that he might lose Callie, that her first date with this other man was the first step in the end of their marriage.

It was that sense of anguish that sent Corbin to his car. He drove to the restaurant with every intention of bursting inside and begging Callie to end her date and go home with him.

He was too late for that, though, as Callie and her date were at the valet stand when Corbin pulled into the parking lot. He had his arm around her. She turned towards him and smiled.

The guy reached up and brushed a few strands of hair away from Callie's face. She tilted her head ever so slightly. He leaned in while moving a hand to her lower back. He pulled her body against his as they kissed.

Corbin sat there with his foot on the brake as he watched his wife kiss another man. To his horror, it was more than a quick, simple kiss. It started that way, but she clearly found it to be a pleasurable kiss, as it kept going. Corbin was fairly certain he saw Callie open her mouth, inviting her date to offer his tongue.

Pain unlike any other washed over Corbin as the kiss continued. He felt anger, but it was directed inwards. He'd neglected his wife and she was kissing another man because of it. She'd had the courtesy to tell him and to challenge him to be a better husband, which was a small victory, as she could have lied about everything and not given him a chance to improve himself.

The kiss ended only when the valet arrived. Callie's date opened the car door for her and she entered once more. He moved to the driver's side, tipped the valet, and got behind the wheel. A moment later they drove off as Corbin sat in his car.

It was only then that it dawned on him that not once had he considered getting out, running towards his wife, and stopping her from kissing another man. Instead, he'd sat and watched. He'd watched another man pull her close. He'd watched another man caress her face. He'd watched another man's tongue enter her mouth. In some ways, he'd watched another man engage in a massively intimate act with his wife and he'd done nothing to stop it.

Corbin noted a gentle tingling sensation between his legs as he sat there in the aftermath of the kiss. It was not an unpleasant sensation, but he chose not to linger on it for doing so would have brought up far too many questions to answer.

A text from Callie lured him from a state of deep thought. She informed Corbin of the bar where she and her date were going. Apparently they had a live band and dancing on Friday nights.

Corbin considered going home. It probably would have been the smart choice. He didn't make that choice, though. He went to the bar. He saw the car his wife had driven off in. He figured she was inside. He debated the wisdom of going inside and ultimately decided he didn't really care about the wisdom of it.

Corbin stepped into the bar. The band was already playing. He stood by the door and surveyed the crowd, but he couldn't find his wife. He moved towards the bar and when the bartender came over, Corbin ordered a drink because he didn't want to say that he was just there looking for his wife and the guy she was on a date with.

It wasn't until after his drink arrived that Corbin spotted Callie. She was dancing with her date. The song was upbeat, but they were moving in a decidedly intimate manner with their bodies practically plastered together.

Corbin sat on a bar stool and watched intently. He watched another man's hands move over his wife's body. He watched Callie respond to her date's touch with smiles and touches of her own. He watched them kiss several times, too.

At one point, Callie turned around and backed up into her date. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her even closer. She was quite clearly grinding her ass into his crotch as his hands moved over her stomach. He came remarkably close to her breasts in a few instances, though he stopped short of groping her on the dance floor. Based on the look on Callie's face, though, she would have been more than happy to let him fondle her tits in front of everyone at the bar.

Though he tried his best to ignore it, Corbin felt the same pleasant tingling sensation in his loins as he watched his wife and her date. The longer he watched, the further through his body that sensation spread. He told himself that it couldn't be arousal, but he wasn't sure what it was. It should have been anger or jealousy or panic or paranoia. All of those things were there, but so was this other feeling. This strangely pleasant feeling as he watched his wife have what seemed to be a great time with another man.

Corbin stayed at the bar long enough to finish his drink and then he left. It was that pleasant feeling that kept him from interrupting Callie's date. For some reason he wanted her to keep having a good time, so he walked out and headed for his car without making his presence known.

Corbin was a bit too drunk to drive, though, so he got behind the wheel, pulled out his phone, and set about gathering information for their anniversary trip. He looked for other resorts where they could spend part of the trip. He looked for excursions he could book to ensure they had a memorable time. He looked for classes they could take together - Callie really liked to cook and would probably love learning to make a Tahitian dish - and made notes about all of it that he could consult when he was fully sober and ready to book something.

Eventually, Callie and her date emerged from the bar. They stopped a few steps from the door and kissed with fierce desire. His hands moved over her body and grabbed two handfuls of her ass. Her hands roamed, too, and Corbin watched intently while that same pleasant tingling sensation engulfed his body once more, this time moving from head to toe.

The guy took Callie's hand and led her to his car. He put his arm around her waist halfway there and his hand moved to her ass and gave it a good squeeze. She looked at him and smiled, offering her tacit approval of his desire to fondle her body.

He opened the passenger door and she got in. He got behind the wheel. Corbin couldn't see anything after that - the other cars in the lot blocked his view - but he assumed they'd be heading home so he started his car to make sure he beat them there.

The car never pulled out of the space, though, and after a few minutes Corbin made the bold - and potentially stupid - decision to get out of his car and sneak through the parking lot to get closer to Callie and her date.

He kept his distance and stayed in the darkness, eventually finding a spot where he could see through the windshield of the luxury sedan Callie's date drove. He saw his wife. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open. Her date was kissing her neck. More importantly, her date's hand appeared to be between her legs. Corbin's vantage point didn't afford him a view of his wife's crotch, but the look on her face and the movement of her date's arm made it seem like he was playing with her pussy.

The pleasant tingling sensation returned as Corbin watched his wife's face and soaked in the pleasure on display. Her pleasure. Her rather intense pleasure. The kind of pleasure that indicated she was on the verge of an orgasm.

They kissed as Callie caressed her date's face. She said something to him. Her mouth opened and she almost certainly let out a loud moan. She leaned back and then she stunned Corbin by reaching into her lovely low cut dress and freeing one of her breasts.

Callie's date leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth. She put a hand on the back of his head and her lips parted to unleash what must have been a loud, beautiful moan. Corbin's body tingled with uncommon delight. He felt good all over. He couldn't believe it, but he did.

Then Callie had an orgasm. Corbin recognized the moment on her face. Another man was giving her an orgasm while Corbin watched through the windshield and felt something akin to pleasure. His cock remained soft, and yet he felt good. Really, really good. Jealous and angst-filled, of course, but good.

Eventually, the guy ceased sucking on her nipple and pulled his hand from between her legs. Callie smiled, kissed him, and placed her breast back in her dress. They talked for a little and then a look came over her face. A look that seemingly compelled her to reach towards his crotch.

Corbin no longer felt that pleasant tingling sensation. In its place was pure jealousy. Pure, white hot jealousy that filled his body with an energy that made him want to sprint up and down the block to try and dissipate it.

Callie kissed her date while seemingly pleasuring his cock in some way. Corbin hoped it was merely through his jeans, but he strongly suspected that his wife was on a quest to give her date an orgasm, perhaps to repay the erotic kindness he'd showed her.

After the kiss - which was lengthy - Callie's head dropped into her date's lap. His mouth opened. His eyes closed. He let out a moan. She was giving him a blowjob. Corbin's wife was giving another man a blowjob. She was going much, much further than she'd promised she would go. She was going so far beyond a kiss.

Her head began to bob up and down in her date's lap. Corbin could only see a bit of her hair each time her head rose up, but it was confirmation that she was giving a blowjob. Her lips were wrapped around someone else's cock. She was giving head with the intention of making him cum. She was going to make someone else cum in her mouth.

It was too much for Corbin to bear. He walked away. He got on his car. He pulled away and drove home.

Corbin thought of his wife as he drove. He thought of the look of pleasure on her face as her date fingered her pussy and sucked on her breasts. He thought of her having an orgasm and he felt that pleasant tingling sensation.

He thought of Callie's head disappearing into her date's lap. He thought of it bobbing up and down. He felt intensely jealous. He felt angsty. He felt terrible.

Imagery of both parts of the evening - the parts that made him tingle and the parts that made him jealous and angsty - mingled in his head throughout the drive home. They remained there as he went inside and paced around the house. They remained there as he sat at the computer and continued planning the trip he wanted to take his wife on.

Those thoughts remained as a car pulled into the driveway. They remained as Corbin looked out the window and watched Callie's date walk her to the front door. They remained as they shared a kiss at the door before Callie waved goodbye and let herself in.

Corbin felt the tingling and the angst and jealousy as he left his office and headed for the front door.

Callie didn't say a word as he came around the corner. Her chest and cheeks were flushed red. She smiled and Corbin felt the tingling sensation. The pleasant, lovely tingling throughout his body. He stared at his wife's lips. He thought of them being wrapped around another man's cock. The jealousy reared its ugly head.

Corbin rushed forwards. Callie looked fearful for just a moment, like she wasn't sure what he was going to do.

Corbin kissed her. He pulled her close and kissed her. Callie was clearly surprised by the kiss, but after a few moments she parted her lips and welcomed his desire. She ran her fingers through his hair, over the back of his neck, and down his back. He lifted the bottom of her dress and grabbed two handfuls of her ass. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. He walked his wife down to the bedroom as their tongues entwined.

Corbin set her on the bed and crawled on top of her. "Did you miss me?" Callie asked as she smiled at him.

He nodded and she reached down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. His cock was hard as a rock and she freed it from his boxers and wrapped her fingers around it.

"I want you," he said.

Callie stroked him a little faster. "I know." She made no move to let him inside her, though.

"Please, Callie, I want you."

"Why?"

"Because...because I was there. Tonight. I was there. I watched him kiss you outside the restaurant. I watched you dance with him. I watched him touch you. I watched him kiss you in the bar. I watched him kiss you outside the bar. I watched him kiss you...and finger you in his car. I watched you...I watched you go down on him."

Callie smiled. "You saw all of that and you want me?"

"Yes...Callie...I want you...I need you."

"You can't have me."

"What? Why not?"

"Because I already came tonight. I got the kind of adoration that I needed, that I craved, that you've been unwilling to give me for the past few years. Yes, I got it from another man, but you pushed me to that, Corbin."

Before he could say another word, Callie kissed him. She stroked his cock while doing so and Corbin moaned into his wife's mouth at the sheer pleasure working its way through him.

"You can earn the right to fuck me, though," she said. "You just have to adore me, Corbin. You have to cherish me. You have to act like you used to, and you have to do so consistently. Until you do, I'm going to continue dating."

"What? You're seeing him again?"

She smiled. "Yes, I am. It won't be until after Christmas, but this is the start of something new for us, Corbin. This is the start of a new phase in our marriage, one in which you my needs are met, whether by you or another man."

Corbin was tempted to spill the idea he'd had for a Christmas gift, but he knew it would come off as a cheap ploy to get laid and that he'd spoil the gift in the process, so he resisted.

"I'm sorry I lost sight of how incredible you are, Callie. I'm sorry I stopped adoring you."

She smiled and caressed his face. He thought of how her date had done that to her right before they'd kissed. He thought of how her date had kissed her neck and sucked on her nipple and fingered her pussy and how good he'd made her feel. Corbin felt that delightful tingling sensation all throughout his body again and he couldn't help but smile.

"Could I go down on you?" he asked. "I know you already came, but I could make you feel good in that way?"

"You want to show my pussy how much you adore and cherish it?"

Corbin nodded.

Callie bit her lip playfully and kissed him. Her tongue swirled in his mouth in a way that filled Corbin with a kind of lust he was certain he hadn't felt in a long, long time. He liked feeling that lust. He loved it, in fact, and he wondered if Callie wasn't entirely being cruel in denying him sex with her.

"Yes, you can show my pussy how much you adore it."

Corbin slid back and pushed her dress up around her waist. He pulled off Callie's panties, laid on his stomach, and set about showing her that he really did adore and cherish her pussy and that he'd happily spent the rest of the night between her legs giving her orgasm after orgasm.

He still wanted to fuck her, but she'd been clear about her unwillingness to let his cock inside her, so Corbin took what he'd been given and enjoyed every second of it while he pondered how to further show his wife he adored her.

Callie had set out a challenge with clear consequences. If Corbin didn't adore and cherish her, she'd get what she wanted from another man. For some reason, that challenge didn't bother him in the way he thought it would. Instead, it made him want to prove to his wife that he was a worthy husband, that he adored her, that he cherished her, that he could make her feel as good as her date had that night.

That filled Corbin with that tingling sensation, as did her beautiful moans as he ate her pussy and fingered her slowly.

He felt reborn. Like a new man determined to make his wife very, very happy, and that would turn out to be the best Christmas gift she'd ever given him.