After Allie and I got home from shopping, I was so aroused from seeing her dressed in her 'groupie' outfit Jez had picked for her, that I begged her to wear it all that evening just so I could admire her sexy charms put on display so provocatively. In the past when Allie has dressed up for me it has felt intimate and sexy, but knowing Jez had picked this outfit made it feel much less secure, almost dangerous, and I partly wanted to see Allie wear the outfit in the privacy of our home, I think just to feel a bit of ownership or inclusion in the situation.

Anyway, Allie refused and chided me irritably when I asked. She had that disgusted and irritated look on her beautiful face and I felt pathetic and awful. I had to have it explained to me that the outfit was her special Valentine's outfit for Jez, and who did I think I was trying to butt in on anything of Jez's?

I'm ashamed to say I got quite narked at this and answered back, which is something I very rarely do. "Your husband" I told her.

Allie just glared at me and then said "Jez is the only fucking real husband I've had!" and walked off.

I was gutted. I hate displeasing Allie, and I felt such a failure as a husband, both for irritating her and spoiling her evening and because of the obvious truth and understandable resentment in her words. I regretted being such a pathetic jerk almost immediately and went to find my beautiful wife to apologise to her, when the doorbell rang.

I reluctantly put off the apology to answer the door and felt utterly crushed seeing Jez standing on the doorstep. This was the first time he'd called round impromptu and the timing couldn't have been worse. It's been hard enough for me to watch my wife flirt and dance provocatively for Jez when I felt secure in our relationship, but now Jez had arrived when I really wanted some private time to repair the hurt my stupid behaviour had caused.

"Allie here?" Were the only words Jez said to me and before I even answered, Allie gave an excited shriek from behind me and I was pushed to one side as she went to wrap her arms around Jez's shoulders and gave him a quick peck on his lips.

"You don't have to ring the bell, big man, this house more yours than Reggie's and I love you calling round." Allie told him, leading Jez into the house by his hand, skipping with excitement.

Jez sat down and Allie fawned over him, cooing and giggling like bitch on heat and saying things like "what can I do for you, big man?"  

When Allie suggested a beer and he agreed, she just stared at me irritably until I fetched Jez his beer, feeling like a total outsider in my own home.

Jez told Allie he'd called in to see her outfit for the gig and Allie just said "Be right back, big man" and blew him a flirty kiss before dashing upstairs to change.

I tried to make small talk with Jez and came across as a total jerk, being too intimidated by his physical size and how much my wife adores him. He just patronised me as I deserved I think, until I heard Allie coming back down the stairs and went out to try and quickly apologise.

Allie looked a vision of beauty and sensual sexuality in the outfit Jez had picked, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra by the view from the safety pinned side where the pale flesh of the side of her breast was on show, and by her large nipples poking again the pink cotton. Allie had adorned herself with silver jewellery and paid attention to her make-up and hair. She looked absolutely stunning and my heart melted in adoration for her.

"I'm so sorry. I love you." I whispered, trying desperately to catch a private moment to try and make-up with my wife. Allie gave me the finger as she nonchalantly strode past me to show herself to Jez in his choice of outfit. I knew I deserved that for being such an irritating husband and felt useless and pathetic for failing my perfect wife yet again. 

I trudged into the living room and sat unobtrusively as Allie put on a CD of Jez's band and then danced in front of Jez as he sat sprawled drinking his beer. One of my favourite things is watching Allie dance, she is so sensual, and Jez seemed to appreciate the show of sensual movements, sassy attitude and the glimpses of bare thigh, breast and ass.

 After she had danced for a few songs, Allie sat down next to Jez and asked him if he thought she made a good groupie and they sat chatting with Allie flirting and fawning over Jez until she excitedly invited him to stay for tea and I was made to take orders for a takeaway, ring it in and go collect it.

I felt miserable, dejected and rejected and I knew it was all my fault. If I had embraced this situation instead of getting all petulant, Allie would have included me with saucy glances and knowing looks, enjoyed teasing me with her show for Jez, but like total jerk, I had ruined that. 

I felt really uncomfortable leaving Allie so skimpily dressed and flirty with her ex-husband in the house they had fucked together in for years, but I went for the takeaway.

I got back to find Allie straddling Jez's thighs, her own bare thighs exposed in her short, black skirt as she chatted excitedly with Jez.

"serve it in here!" Was all Allie said to me, and went back to giving Jez her full attention.

 When I brought the plates through, Allie slid off Jez's knee to sit close beside him. I sat on the other side of the room and slowly noticed things that made me almost feel sick: there was a bulge in Jez's jeans that was simply obscene in its enormity, and Jez was doing nothing to hide it. His hard cock must have been as obvious to Allie as it was to me and I felt intimidated and helpless that Allie could cause this reaction in Jez, and had.

But the thing that really scared me was a dark patch on Jez's jeans where Allie had been perched on his knee, a dark and slightly glistening damp patch that could only be my wife's pussy juices dripped or ground onto his jeans. I realised Allie wasn't even wearing panties and panicked at the sexual tension between them. I began imagining all sorts of things that might have happened while I was gone; had Jez's hands touched my wife's intimate parts, had his fingers been inside her, had he made my wife cum? I even tried to see if his fingers were glistening with my wife's pussy juices.

Jez stayed for about another two hours, his belly full, me fetching him beers and with my wife practically drooling over him. If there was anything I did right it was that Jez seemed contented, although most of that was down to my wonderful wife.

Jez was too drunk to dried so I drove him home, Allie sat in the back with him, and again I felt lonely and isolated. She left him with a kiss again, told him to call in anytime, that I'd bring his car round tomorrow morning, and made me agree it was great having Jez round.

 The journey back was strange. I tried to apologise and Allie glared at me, told me "don't spoil this as well!" And then stroked herself to orgasm as I drove. Again, if I hadn't fucked everything up, Allie might have put her finger to my mouth so I could taste her arousal like she often does, but I had failed her and her pleasure consequently had nothing to do with me.

When we got home she told me to clear up and went to bed. When I came upstairs she told me to sleep in the spare room and write up my blog for her to judge in the morning.

Allie, I am so sorry my love, I was a total jerk. I only hope I did not totally ruin your evening and hope you enjoy reading this as I bring you breakfast in bed. I hope you can forgive me.