<div class="floatleft">(https://previews.123rf.com/images/goodluz/goodluz1512/goodluz151200287/49797163-portrait-of-handsome-40-year-old-man-with-eyeglasses.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Chris Parsons walked into the garage of their suburban home at the end of the quite cut-de-sac with the golf bag slug over his shoulder, having just finished playing his customary 18 holes with his buddies on this Saturday afternoon.  He set the clubs down, wiped the beads of sweat from his brow, and entered into the mudroom adjacent to the kitchen, where the aroma of a delicious Italian meal was quick to fill his nostrils.<br/>"Hun, I'm Home.  Food Smells Delicious!" he called out as he turned the corner to find his gorgeous wife's back to him, her hips slightly swaying back and forth to the music that was playing on the Alexa speaker, as she washed a dish in the sink.  He greeted her with a quick kiss on the cheek.  "Not sure if you're in the mood to go out after dinner tonight, but I got word of a new hotspot that just opened up downtown.  Great music, strong drinks, and best part is I know the owner.  I'll tell you more, but first let me jump in the shower.  It was brutal out there.   I'm not sure which was higher, my score, or the temperature!" he chuckled as he made beeline to the wine rack above the fridge, grabbed their favorite wine, and placed it in the freezer to chill while he showered.<br/><br/>They had been married 5 years, and the last year or two their busy work lives have strained their relationship somewhat, mainly because of a lack of quality time together.  Chris, just turned 38, was  in decent shape, 6'4, 210lbs, and enjoyed outdoors as well as took pride in being a good provider and husband to his wife. He worked in real estate, and often had lots of open houses on the weekends, or worked late nights preparing offers on contracts for his clients.  The extra hours he put in helped them financially, but strained their sex lives, which was down to once a week.  It wasn't long before they both admitted they were in a rut and Chris worked diligently to try and spice things up.  He bout the occasionally toy or sexy lingerie for his wife, which they both enjoyed.  But it was his fantasy of seeing her flirt with another guy, that became a reoccurring theme during foreplay.<br/><br/>Upstairs in the master bedroom, Chris fired up the shower, grabbed a clean pair of clothes, consisting of a gray T-shirt and kackie shorts, and retreated to the shower.  As he bathed under the hot steam of shower, he pondered if tonight would be the night he could convince his wife to be adventurous, be bold, a vixen and most important, step out of her comfort zone.  He had planted the notion of her flirting with other men at a bar while he watched, as something he found intoxicating, and for the past few months,  they would play out this fantasy between them in bed during role-play, to which his wife and he himself, got extreme arousal from.  But she always seemed hesitant to go through with it in real life.  And the onetime she had agreed to try, a last minute emergency canceled their plans.  But perhaps tonight, just maybe, she would have the courage to give it a go.   And maybe after a few glasses of wine, there wouldn't be any reservations on her part.<br/><br/>As he toweled dried himself, he rushed to get dressed upon hearing the sweet voice of his wife call out that dinner was ready.  The smell of the Italian spices of oregano and cilantro filled the bedroom, causing his stomach to growl with hunger.  He shuffled down the stairs to find his wife already enjoying a glass of wine, seeing the table set, and a glass poured for himself.  He walked over, greeted her with a longer kiss on the lips, "God I have the Best wife in the world!   Not only beautiful, but the best cook ever!" he smiled, his words sincere and really appreciating her culinary skills.<br/><br/>"So, we haven't been out in forever, feel like going out tonight after dinner?" he tossed out the question casually as he reached for the dressing to put on his salad.<br/>