A bit of background: we're a mid/late 30s couple. I approached my wife about the idea of sharing her several years ago. She wasn't receptive at first, but we've gradually Incorporated the fantasy into our sex life over the course of time. The closest we've gotten to things actually playing out was my wife admitting that she has a secret crush on the guy I was roommates with when we first got together, over a decade ago.

Last fall, she was in the town he lives in for a girl's trip and ended up texting him. Things turned only mildly flirty, and she ended up sending him a couple of selfies over the course of the weekend. Nothing provocative, but out of character for her. That was an important step, though, because it was her allowing herself to let her mind wander a bit and know that I was totally okay with it - excited for her, even. Once she returned home, she looked at pics of him and got herself off, all while I watched, and she wrote a sexy story about him seducing her the next time she's in his town. This all took place months ago, and I figured that would be as far as things went...until this past weekend.

We went out to dinner with another couple that we're good friends with. Normal double date dinner, drinks were had, etc. The other couple decided to call it a night due to work obligations, but my wife and I decided to have one last drink. We ended up at a swankier bar than we usually frequent. I excused myself to use the restroom, but told my wife to grab a seat at the bar and get started without me.

The setup of the room: booths along the walls and high tops in the middle of the bar, then a long bar, probably 20-25 seats, with sides that seat another 5-7 people. I exit the restroom on one side of the bar and see her sitting at the far opposite side, on the end. The bar is full, but not packed, so she's managed to seat herself and has an open seat next to her. She's turned in her chair, however, and is talking to a guy. He is handsome, looks well put-togther, and they're both smiling at each other. She doesn't look uncomfortable in the slightest. I started to walk over and join them, but thought better of it. Instead, I took the lone remaining seat across the bar and sent her a text with the eyes emoji: 👀

She sent back, "Where are you?" and I replied that I was across the bar, but it looked like she had company, so I didn't want to interrupt. She texted back, "Mmk," and set her phone down on the bar, face down. She then motioned for him to sit down, and they started chatting intently. She told me later that he was late 30s, recently divorced with one kid, and is in town for a golf trip with some buddies. He arrived a night earlier than the rest of his crew, so he headed out for a night on the town.

She told him, unprompted, that she was supposed to be out on a date night with her husband, but that I was on a flight that had been severely delayed due to weather. Since she'd already arranged a babysitter, she decided to go to dinner with their couple friends, but that the other couple had headed home. She was waiting on her husband's flight to land, but that he was welcome to keep her company while she waited.

At this point, I've ordered and received my drink and am trying not to stare at them too hard, because that would be weird. So I'm doing something - anything - to distract myself. Pulling up ESPN and looking at scores, looking at news headlines, etc. I look back up at them and she's doing all the telltale flirting signs: leaning towards him, looking him square in the face, tossing her hair over her shoulder, laughing at all his jokes. He motions to the bartender for "2 more," and she places her hand on his forearm.

I texted her, "Wow, looks like things are going well," and she glanced at her watch notification, then looked up and found me across the bar. She smiled, and I smiled back at her and gave her a wink to let her know I was good. She turned and resumed her conversation. As they finished their second drink, he gets up to use the restroom and passes right behind me as she's texting me. She asks if I'm okay, and I tell her I'm more than okay, this is hot as hell to watch. She asks, "You like what you see, huh? Maybe I'll give you a little show," and the wink emoji: 😉. I'm dying at this point.

He returns a few moments later, and I size him up. Tall. Taller than me, which is probably one of the reasons my wife seems to have taken a liking to him. She's 5'4" and likes it when a guy makes her feel small. He puts his hand on her back as he takes his seat, and she later tells me that she told him that my plane had landed, but there was no gate ready, so I was just sitting on the tarmac. He remarked that it was rude to keep such a beautiful woman waiting, and she beamed at him and told him how sweet he was. He asked if he could order her another round, and she told him yes, but this was the last one for her. She didn't want to be a mess when her husband arrived. He was evidently feeling a bit cheeky and said something along the lines of, "He's a lucky guy. He gets to take you home, and he gets to have another guy buy you all the drinks before the fun starts." She laughed and told him, "Honey, I'm already a lot of fun before I get any drinks in me." He laughed and said, "I bet you are," and placed his hand on her knee. She responded by putting her hand on top of his.

Their final round of drinks arrive, and I can tell she's a little tipsy at this point. I shoot her a quick text asking if she's alright, and she glances at her watch, then picks up her phone and replies, "I'm good, thank you." Then picks her phone back up and says, "Watch this..." She said she told him that I'm in an Uber on my way to the bar, and I'll be there in 25 minutes. He tells her that's a shame, he'd really like to spend more than 25 more minutes with her. She smirks and asks him, "You really think you'd last 25 minutes?" He nearly spits out his drink and busts out laughing. Once he composes himself, he says he doesn't want to be too forward, but that he'd love the chance to try. She demurrs, but the sexual tension is already out there.

They sip their drinks a bit more, and he asks if he can tell her a secret. She leans in, and he tells her that if she were his, he'd never even think of getting a job that requires him to be away from her. She looks up at him, and he leans down. I couldn't really see this part, as her hair is in the way, but she told me that he kissed her. A very gentle, sweet peck on the lips. She pulled back, a little startled, and looks over at me. It was a quick glance, but she didn't look scared or upset. It was definitely something else. He starts to apologize, that he knows her husband is on his way, and he doesn't want to...

She grabs him by the shirt, cutting him off midsentence, pulls him in, and kisses him. Hard. It's his turn to look surprised, but he quickly recovers, and they kiss for a prolonged period. It was probably only 10-15 seconds, but it felt like an hour to me. My stomach dropped out of my body and through the floor. I heard a rushing sound in my ears, and my face got incredibly flushed. But the prevailing feeling was that I was hard. Rock hard. I texted her: "HOLY SHIT" and she checked her watch and laughed a little to herself. She says she told him that he was a good kisser, but her husband is only 15 minutes out, so he'd better hurry if he wants another one. They kiss again. Then again. Then one more time.

I close out my tab at this point, and have to excuse myself to the restroom to tuck my hard-on into the waistline of my pants. While I'm in the restroom, she texts me to "Come and pick me up any time." I text her back that I want to see her kiss him one last time. I walk out of the bathroom and make my way towards the entrance. She catches my eye and then kisses him again. I'm now standing behind him towards the hostess stand. She's full-on making out with him and opens her eyes and looks at me while she does. It took everything in me not to collapse in a puddle right where I stood.

I waited for them to finish, gave it a good 2-3 minutes, then walked up behind them. I said, "hey babe, sorry I'm so late!" and pecked her on the cheek. She stood up, hugged me, and then introduced me to her new friend. His name is Alex. He's from out of town. We exchange pleasantries, and I ask if they both want a drink. She says no, she's probably had enough, and she hates to be a party pooper, but that we should probably just call an Uber home. I feign disappointment, and tell her to close out her tab, in that case. Alex volunteers to pick up her drinks, and I ask him if he's sure. He says it's the least he can do, that he's traveling alone, and that my wife has been great company and made him feel welcome. I tell him that was incredibly nice of him, shake his hand, and we leave.

We're all over each other in the Uber home, and barely get the babysitter out the door before we attack each other. The sex was unbelievable.

Fast forward a few days, and I find out that at some point in the evening, she got Alex's phone number. He doesn't have hers. Part of her wants to text him, but another part is nervous that she'll give him the wrong impression if she does. She is adamant that she doesn't want to sleep with him, but I think she might be overwhelmed by how quickly things took a turn over the weekend. We've talked extensively about it, and I've gotten an the details I feel like I need. She feels (or at least felt) a little guilty about kissing another man for the first time in over 10 years, but I think we're at the point where we can both look back on it fondly.

All of this to say, I think we're getting close, but I would hate to get this close and then push things too hard and potentially mess this up. Any advice on how to land this plane?