Hi, folks. Thanks for the comments and perspective. I'm reading and taking this in, even if I haven't had time to comment directly, so I appreciate it. Sunday's picnic was fun and flirty, but nothing major happened. It does seem pretty clear nothing is going to happen with Darren, which is probably for the best. Min-Ju confirmed it later when I asked. She "kind of likes him" but doesn't feel any real connection or interest. But the picnic itself was fun. It was a big group of us getting together for an end of summer afternoon: food, beer, lots of hanging out. Overall a fun afternoon. It got a little cooler than hoped, but I still coaxed Min-Ju into wearing her bikini, underneath short shorts and a white top. She looked really cute and sexy in a casual way. I'd told her about my plan about leaving her alone with Darren. She kind of rolled her eyes and me, but seemed on board. She knew it would make me happy. So yes, she and I got there with a couple of our closest friends and staked out a good spot in the park. Other people trickled in over the next hour or so, including Darren. When he first showed up, he walked over toward us -- I'm sure because it was Min-Ju who invited him and who he probably knows best, but also I'm sure because he liked her. Playing my role, I got up to leave as he arrived. I wanted them to be able to greet each other without me watching over them.
Even though it was my idea, it felt strange getting up to leave. Like I was being banished. But of course that's also what made it hot. I wrangled a couple other friends to go play frisbee. I made Min-Ju promise to take off her shirt so she was in her bikini top, but since it was a little cooler I wasn't sure if that would end up happening or not. She was the only woman in the group wearing her bikini, an unexpected surprise that had it's own turn-on factor -- that my wife was the only one who would be displaying herself so deliciously. So the frisbee playing, for me at least, was pretty distracted. I kept looking back over my shoulder at the group to see if she'd taken her shirt off yet. I looked, and looked, and looked, and she still had it on. I was starting to give up, forcing myself to stop looking so much... and then, finally, and there she was. Her back was to me. From my angle all she had on was the string of her little bikini. Darren was facing her and they were talking, which meant he was facing her, up close and personal, with her in her bikini top. It was utterly ordinary -- and yet terribly exciting. Part of me knew nothing was really happening, but the cuckold part of my brain was racing. This, after all, was a man who had already been treated to a glorious view down my wife's top, and now he was getting to enjoy her in her bikini. Him, not me.
Suddenly, the firsbee game wasn't interested at all; the jealous part of me wanting to see what was going on, to be a part of it. Feeling excluded like this sent a surge of jealousy through me, even as this is exactly what I had wanted. So I ****** myself to play a little longer, teasing myself with crazy thoughts about what they might be talking about. Later, not that long after, really, the game dissolved and we all returned to the main group. I ****** myself to go sit down over by some other friends. After all, this was a party, right? I should mix and socialize. Except I kept glancing over at them. They were just talking, perfectly innocent. Her top was even back on. Because of weather, I knew, but in a way it felt like a further denial. Now her bikini top was covered. It was all innocent -- but I kept stealing glances. I told myself I was being surreptitious, that no one noticed, but the rational part of me knows how these things worked. Lots of people at the party noticed, didn't they? They noticed I kept stealing glances at my wife talking with this guy. Which is embarrassing in a whole different, and not sexy, way. To them, I'm sure it read as me not trusting her, and I kind of hate that thought. I don't want to be that guy in their eyes, the guy who doesn't trust his wife and/or tries to control her. So that part of it definitely left a sour taste in my mouth, but I'm trying not to think about it too much.
That was it, really. Afterwards, when we got home, we talked about our outing, and Min-Ju teased and exaggerated a little for my benefit to get me wound up. She told me she could definitely feel Darren's eyes on her, and that she felt a little charge in the air when she took her cover off. She admitted to feeling a little naughty, a little silly, for wearing a bikini, and wondered what her female friends thought about that. But ultimately, she said, their conversation was totally innocent and rather boring. She had fun, but nothing more.
We did get ourselves pretty wound up last night, though. In a way that got me desperate and finally begging for release. And I learned the... consequence... of that. "Bitchy Min-Ju" made a delightful appearance. But I'm afraid details will have to wait for when I have time to write again.