When I left for work that Friday morning my emotions were in coflict. I had considered talking to Danielle about our sex life and getting round to suggesting she should have more freedom, but I did not have the guts. I had pretty strong evidence that she was doing exactly that, yet I was disappointed she had cheated. What was the problem? She was doing what I wanted but I was not really part of it, on the other hand how could I expect her to come and ask me if it was ok? I just felt vulnerable, that this thing might become a relationship which threatened ours. All day I swung one way then the other about what to do next. I finally decided to go home , persuade her to have sex and then ask her more about the guy who had offered her a Rod Stewart ticket. I did not have to try very hard to get her interested and the sex was much more passionate than usual. While we debated where to go out for dinner, I said that it was a pity about the concert, because I would not have wanted to go if she had known about it, but I would have done so. Then I said it was academic anyway as it was tomorrow night and she had refused, so even if she changed her mind she had no means of contacting the guy. She said that despite having declined the invitation several times he had insisted on giving her his mobile no in the event of a change of heart. So I felt a surge of excitement and said although it was a bit irregular, if the guy was on the level he would allow her to buy the ticket. I asked if he had a name. She said of course his name was Alex, but was I serious about her going out with someone else? I said it was hardly going out in that sense, she was lost for words. I told her to give the guy a call rather than regret it later. She said she wasn't sure about this at all. I said that was fine but the longer she waited the more chance he would give it to someone else, and if she did not want to we should go to dinner. As she was getting her coat she said "was it REALLY ok?" I pretended to be a bit angry and said if you want go ring Alex now before we go out. I added that I might stay in town Sat evening after the match if she was going, to have a few beers. She rumaged through her handbag, retrieved his mobile no and rang it. I could feel a boner coming on. He was delighted to hear from her, insisted on picking her up when she told him I was going out, but at the last minute said where the venue was. Then her jaw dropped, and she asked him to hold. I must have misunderstood last night, its not actually Rod Stewart, but a concert with 3 tribute bands - Queen,Eagles and RS. She was so embarassed. I said ok what do you want to do? She was flustered and said to Alex that she would still go and agreed a time for pick up. I made her feel a little better by saying if I had known it was Queen I would have gone with him myself. Over the meal she relaxed and and admitted she was looking forward to it despite the mix up. We had sex again that night and it was fabulous.When I went to the match she asked what time I expected to be home,and I said it would be late. About 11.15.she called my mobile to say she had a fantastic night, he was a real gent and he was taking her back home now to make sure she got back safe. I said I would be home in about an hour or so. When I got home she was in bed. I joined her as soon as possible and asked about this great evening. Firstly he picked her up in an Aston Martin, the neighbours gave them some funny looks.He took the money for the ticket,put something to it and bought a bottle of champagne. As she talked, her hand slowly meandered down to my warrior, at attention. I asked if she was up for it again, to which she complained of being sore from last nights double, then amazed me by wanking me off (never happened before) and when I had shot my dust she just cleaned me up with a wipe and asked if she should continue the story, to which I nodded and said the wrist job as well. Brilliant. Next morning she was in the garden and I went into the dirty linen basket. At the bottom of the pile, hidden away were a pair of silky red knickers which I had never seen before and they were completely impregnated with dried cum. I stared at them, put them back and felt a bit sick as she was not on the pill. I was to find more surprises in the next few days.