Chapter 1

I had finally received that promotion that had been promised to me for almost a year, and I wanted to celebrate with my wife of 22 years. I had planned a nice dinner out with dancing after the meal; however, I had the dancing for a surprise for my lovely Allison. She loved to dance, and I must admit I was not the greatest dancer. Yeah, I could do a slow dance really good, and I wasn’t too bad with the two-step or line dancing, but all this new stuff of gyrations that people call dancing now I just don’t get. Why does a body have to move all those directions at once? I have never figured that out.

Our two children; Matt at 21 was in college out of state, and Maggie had just left over two months ago for the same college as Matt. So Allie and I were empty nesters, and I thought it would be great to come home and know that if we wanted to run around the house naked and make love anywhere it would be fun. But sometimes the best laid plans of mice and men go awry. Well, mine did.

First about two years ago Allie asked to have a night out with the girls from work. I had a monthly poker game I hosted once every five months, and then I had Saturdays when I watched football with friends, so I couldn’t complain too much. It started out just one night a month and then a couple of months later it was every other Friday night. Ok I’d accept that, and the nice part was that with Maggie on a date when Allie came home, I got great sex. So that was a good thing, right?

Right for a while, then six months ago sex stopped all together. I asked if everything was alright and was told it was probably just hormones. I thought that at 44, Allie was a little young to be going through the change, but then what the hell did I know about women and their medical problems.

It was now the middle of November, and I was getting suspicious after six months of Rosy Palm and her five sisters. So I decided to surprise Allie with going out dancing as that is one of the reasons she liked going out with the girls. The only problem with that was I was the one getting the surprise.

I guess I should introduce myself and our family. I’m James Henry Morrison, Jim to all my friends. I’m 45, six feet even and trim. I run each morning and work out at the Y near us at least twice a week. Allison Margaret Morrison is 44 as I said and 5 foot eight and about 125 pounds of very sex lady. Allie works out near work as there is a place right next door to her work with a fitness center for women. Allie is an accountant for a fairly large firm in Austin, but they are not downtown, thank god for that. Traffic is a bitch; I should know as the engineering firm where I work as an electrical engineer is just ten blocks from the heart of downtown Austin.

Anyway back to our Friday night out, I took Allie to Gino’s in Round Rock for an intimate dinner, and then to Jerry’s Roadhouse. They have a big dance floor and really good band that plays on Friday and Saturday nights. The band is a mixed theme band and can play country, pop and oldie slow songs like Harbor Lights and other slow cuddle dancing songs like that. They mix their music so that everyone can dance to something, and it keeps the drinks flowing which the bar likes. The bar also serves burgers, fries, and onion rings, mainly finger food type of stuff.

I picked this particular place because this is where Allie and her co-workers go on their Friday Ladies Night. I was curious as to what went on during those nights since I had been cut off, and my fertile mind could come up with all sorts of reasons for my sudden dry spell in the bedroom. I had also noted a couple of times when Allie had just come from the shower and was putting on her nightgown that her bare pussy looked a bit red. Whether that was from her masturbating in the shower or from her flushing herself out from some guy or guys pounding her all night or what, I didn’t know, but I hoped to get some answers tonight.

Dinner was great and we had a nice meal and talked, really talked for the first time in a while. When we left Allie came over to the center of the truck, buckled up next to me, and leaned on my shoulder, “Where to next, baby?”

“I thought we might go dancing, how does that sound?”

“Oh goody, dancing with my baby.”

When I pulled into Jerry’s parking lot, Allie moaned, “Not here Jim, I go here on our girl’s night out, can’t we go to Cowboys, down the road a bit?”

“Cowboys’ band tonight is strictly country, and I wanted to slow dance with my honey tonight, not two-step, or line dance. I hope that is ok. If not we’ll just go home,” I said grumpily.

“No, this is fine I guess,” Allie reluctantly said.

I wondered why she was so dead set against here, unless she knew what some people would think.

We found a table for two, and I called the waitress over. I ordered a 7 & 7, and she said, “The usual for you Honey,” meaning Allie. Allie just nodded, and she went away.

“Are you sure you’re all right with this dear?”

“Yes, fine. I’ll be right back. I have to pee.”

Wow, that was short and sweet ... Not! I watched Allie all the way to the ladies’ room and waited for her return. I did notice a couple of guys looking at me weird. They were at a table with four guys, and then all four were looking at me. I noticed one look away and then I saw Allie come out of the restroom, and their eyes followed her all the way to our table. As soon as she sat down, one guy about mid thirties got up, came over, and asked Allie to dance. She looked at him with a scowl and said, “No thank you.”

“Come on Allie, just one dance,” said the guy

“The lady said no, that means no, so go ask someone else,” I said angrily.

“And just who are you, asshole.”

I stood up and said, “She is my wife asshole, and if you don’t leave her alone you, and I will be talking in the parking lot very soon.”

Allie spoke quietly, but through clinched teeth, “Both of you quit it before I leave by myself. Brad, go away, NOW!”

Brad left in a hurry, and Allie pulled my arm, so I had to sit down. “Can we discuss this when we get home, please Jim. I just want to dance with my husband and have a good time celebrating your promotion.”

“Sure Allie, I’m sorry about that, but I don’t know what is going on. I kind of wanted to talk about this dry spell we are having, and I thought that if I took you out dancing I just might get lucky tonight. Now I’m not so sure about anything anymore.”

“What are you saying Jim? Do you think I’m cheating on you? Is that what you really think?”

Right then the waitress showed up with our drinks I handed her a twenty, took a sip of my drink, and then got up from the table and headed for the door. Before I got to the door Allie was there beside me and grabbed my arm, and we went to the truck. Once inside Allie sat all the way over next to the window and from her shaking shoulders, and back I figured she was crying. I so wanted to pull over and take her into my arms and comfort her, but...

I drove home in silence, hit the garage door opener, and headed for the door. I heard the other truck door slam, and suddenly I was pushed through the garage door into the pantry. Allie pushed me aside and went into the house and straight to the bedroom. I locked up the house and got down my Tullamore Dew, poured two fingers in a glass, and added two ice cubes. I went to my recliner and sat back digesting everything that had happened and what hadn’t happened tonight. Was I wrong? Did I really suggest that Allie was cheating on me? Yeah I guess I did. Was I justified or was I way off base with my worries? I just didn’t know anymore.

About fifteen minutes later Allie came out of the bedroom in a robe and said, “Please pour me some of that and some water. You know how I like it. Then we can talk.”