Neil suddenly realised his reality and right now he had to get the topic away from hank-panky and back to eating.

"Ok muffin, but if I guess McDonalds is not on the menu then, unless you want to break a few teenage boys hearts," Peter joked as he strolled past Neil to the wardrobe. "So I guess I'm putting on a suit and we are eating at, where? La Dolce's?

"Um, well, sure, sounds good sweetie." Neil answered and he hated how he'd fallen so easily into the pet names thing.

"Ok call a cab while I'm getting ready muffin."

Neil soon found himself booking a taxi and wondering where the hell this place was, he told the operator he wanted to go to the city on a hunch. Twenty minutes later Neil was walking out the front door to the waiting cab with Peter. Neil wrapped his arm around Peter's waist, not because he wanted too but because if he hadn't he may well have ended up flat on his face at the bottom of the stairs. Such high heels were not to be trifled with. It took about five minutes for the cab driver and Peter to work out the kinks in the directions and Neil had to apologize for getting them wrong. The restaurant was only ten minutes from their place and no where near the city. Before long Neil and Peter were seated in a quiet corner of the low lit chic restaurant and sipping on a white wine.

"Congratulations muffin, I'm sure you'll make that marketing group stand up and take notice of you," Peter said as he toasted his wife.

"So you don't mind me working with Dick then sweetie?" Neil asked in trepidation.

"No muffin, I know he's a ladies man, but you'll be able to handle anything he puts in your hands I'm sure. I know you well enough to know you'd never fall for some jerk like that.

"There's no chance sweetie, I couldn't think of anything worse." Neil answered and quite frankly he couldn't think of anything worse.

"Oh by the way, I invited Neil over for dinner tomorrow night."

"Oh, right, well I'm afraid I won't be able to help out as I have the monthly meeting and won't be home until dinner time myself. Your going to have manage this one solo muffin, I'll bring a nice bottle of wine home though.

"Thanks sweetie," Neil replied, slightly deflated at the news he was on his own on the task.

"You'll be ok, anyway I'm glad your going to assume a new position, it might be the start of a move up, you never know." Peter praised his wife's efforts while wondering to himself if she could cope with anything above secretarial work.

As Neil accepted the platitudes he was surprised as Peter leant over a kissed him full on the lips. Neil played along and was flushed with surprise and embarrassment but more concerned that he felt like he actually kissed Peter back. Dinner arrived and the couple ate and discussed nothing in particular before Peter stood and held out his hand to Neil. "Dance honey?" Neil realised what Peter was offering and found it hard to refuse and was soon on the small dance floor in Peter's arms. The gentle music was designed only for a quiet romantic time and that's what Neil got, as he felt Peter close to him, holding him around his waist with his hand resting politely at the top of his rump. Neil could do nothing but reciprocate the female position and drape an arm over Peter's shoulder and one around his back as he was danced around the floor for twenty minutes. The frequent kissing initiated from his husband was becoming second nature to Neil and he was worried he was allowing it to happen too easily. They returned to their table for desert before Peter ordered a neat scotch while Neil stayed safe on his wine. Before long they were in the entrance hall awaiting a cab. As they headed home Neil found himself snuggled into Peter, as he'd wrapped a strong arm around his wife's shoulders. In fact that hand had worked all the way around to where Neil felt fingers on his nipples! He didn't think it was right for him to brush Peter off so he decided to ignore it. Of course the resultant erect nipple and the flushed feeling he was having were harder to ignore.

At home Neil headed for the kitchen and a hot coffee while Peter peeled off his jacket, tie and shoes and unbuttoned his shirt. As Neil tried to make coffee for them both he had to contend with Peter getting up close and surrounding him. Peter's hands began to go places Neil preferred they wouldn't. When Peter's fingers began to play with his garter tabs Neil knew exactly where things were going. Neil's problem was he was feeling good about the attention, he was trying mentally to fight it but physically he was losing the battle. Peter telling him how hot he looked earlier in the bedroom and how much he wanted to fuck his wife didn't do anything for Neil's resolve as he tried to ignore things and make the coffees.

As he was led by the hand, from the kitchen to the bedroom Neil knew his fate and could do nothing but teeter along in his heels. Peter sat his wife on the end of the bed and Neil shivered in fear slash excitement as his husband knelt and delicately unbuckled his wife's shoes and rather ceremoniously removed each one and followed it by a kiss of her toes. Neil shivered even more at that and as Peter laid soft wet kiss after soft wet kiss on Neil's ankles then his calves then his lower thighs the room filled with arousal. Neil was a little drunk but he tried to close his eyes and rationalise the situation and how he might have taken the same action given reversed roles. He figured this is what the woman goes to the trouble for, the romance the passion the need to be desired, this was what the chase was all about for them, that moment when love was consummated. As Peter reached the slightly raised hem of Neil's dress his kissing became more intense and as Neil laid back on the bed in total submission to his own body, Peter's lips reached the top of the stockings and the exposed white flesh of Neil's upper thighs!