Annabel's adventures

This is Annabel again. Last night was unbelievable. Kurt and I had a lovely time. We had lots to talk about. It was a bit like dating, even though we both knew that there was only one possible outcome. Trouble was he wanted it last night! Need to be quick because we’re getting ready to go to the hotel but basically he asked me middle of dinner if I’d go back to his place last night. I told him he could only have me if Ben could watch. He barely flinched! He said, but where and when? I told him that he’d have to cancel whatever he was planning for today and tonight and come to the hotel. He said no problem, he was only planning a night out with the boys. We finished dinner and held hands from the restaurant to the cab. He tried to snog me in the cab, but I played hard to get!!

Can’t believe this is actually going to happen.

We’ll do an update when we get back tomorrow evening.

Ben here. Annabel’s getting ready to meet Kurt for dinner tonight. We’ve spent the past few days in utter disbelief that this is actually happening. She’s scared, happy, excited, already aroused… all rolled into one.

They’re going to a place out of town where there’s minimal chance of her meeting anyone she knows.

This is our plan. We’ve booked two rooms for tomorrow night at a spa hotel near here which I don’t want to name. Ridiculously risky and extravagant, but A feels that tonight is pretty much a formality and that tomorrow it’s all going to happen. The kids will go to A’s parents until Sunday evening – we’ve just told them we doing a spur of the moment thing to de-stress. A’s going to persuade Kurt to join us at the hotel early afternoon so she and he can have a massage and hang out in the pool to loosen up. Then dinner. Then whatever!

I’ve got to get through this evening. DVD and bottle of wine for me.

This is Annabel writing. Ben wanted me to do this blog because he wasn’t the one who saw Kurt the vet this evening!

I feel a bit like I did after my first teenage snog, like I’ve been a bit naughty and everything’s changed. I’m definitely going to fuck Kurt.

I was waiting in the waiting room when he came out of his room smiling a big smile which reminded me why I’ve always liked him. He must have known immediately that there was nothing seriously wrong with TC because I was smiling back at him like a soppy schoolgirl!

In his room he put TC on the table and asked me what was wrong with him. The truth is that nothing is wrong, but I made up a story about TC having a limp for a couple of days that seemed to be getting better, and would he have a look at his front right paw. He didn’t find anything (surprise!) but he looked at TC’s records and said he’d bring his flea and worm treatments up to date. Around this time I said something I still can’t believe I said. I said he must have heard all the clichés about checking out pussies. He laughed and said yes, but that he didn’t usually enjoy the thought as much as he was then!!!!!!!!!! Then he said anyway, aren’t you a married woman? I said that I was, and that my husband knew I had a thing about vets. He said, all vets? I told him that there were some I liked more than others, and that I particularly liked ones with big gentle hands. He then asked me if I believed the stuff about big hands equals big tackle. At this point my heart was really thumping in my chest. I swear he must have been able to hear it. He was staying really cool while he dealt with TC, but was smiling all the time. I told him I’d like to find out if big hands equal big tackle and then things went quiet for a mo. As he put TC back in his box he looked me in the eye and said, was there anything else? I felt sick. I just said “dinner?”

So Kurt and I are having dinner out on Friday, and Ben and I have to decide how to bring him into the picture. At least Kurt knows that my husband is sort of approving, but it’s another thing again getting Ben actively involved.

Anyway, I’ve now got to get to Friday without wetting my knickers with anticipation.

In case anyone’s interested in an update, last Thursday night didn’t result in unplanned rampant sex between my wife and M the architect. We had a v pleasant dinner at an Italian restaurant he’d suggested. She had dressed to show off her cleavage and did what I thought was a damned good job of making it quite clear to the guy that she was more interested in his cock than his business contacts. She says she fancied him, physically. But he was cool as a cucumber. Didn’t drink because of his early departure to Gatwick next morning, and kept earnestly on the subject of commercial real estate. When I went for a pee at the end of the evening A asked him if he’d like to meet her for lunch some time after he gets back. He said he’d call her. She didn’t believe him. End of the road with that candidate.

M called Annabel today! We weren’t expecting that to happen. He was very apologetic – claimed he had been “very busy”. Not very promising when you’re hoping he might want to have sex. Anyway, Annabel immediately went into professional mode to disguise her shock and delight at this step forward, and asked him if he’d like to meet her and me for dinner some time to talk business. (Without wanting to give too much away, I’m also involved in property, so our shared professional interest makes an innocent meeting at least plausible.) She really wasn’t ready to start giving the game away. So, he’s away in Germany from Friday morning for three weeks on business. Not good. The options he could give A were a Friday in late May or tomorrow night for an early dinner. So she went for tomorrow. Without thinking about how she’s going to feel if things progress tomorrow and then she has to wait weeks to see him again.

Nevertheless, we’ve booked a babysitter!