I called into the bathroom.
“He’s here. Are you ready honey?”
“Almost,” she said. “Just give him a glass of champagne or something,” she said. “I’ll be ready in five minutes.”
He had texted from the lobby and was heading up. We had met him only once, at a bar last week, for a meet and greet. It had gone well. At the end, Lizzie had given him a wet kiss goodbye which seemed to knock his socks off. Afterward, we arranged via email to meet here at the Weston Hotel downtown.
He knocked on the door and I let him in.
“How’s it going,” I said.
“Great,” he said, with a bit of a grin. He was about to fuck my wife, after all. His day was going pretty god damn well.
“It’s Raymond, right?” he asked me.
“That’s right,” I said. “You’re Ken.”
“I am,” he said.
We laughed.
This was the first time for my wife and I. We were both nervous. But we had role-played it and arranged it and flaked out and chickened out so many times — we were done fooling around. I was going to become a cuckold tonight. A real cuckold. And this guy, Ken, was going to fuck my wife.