Adultery of the Heart

THE STORY SO FAR

My wife has terminal cancer and is in a care home. Meanwhile I am falling for Fiona, who is much older than me.

OUR FIRST DATE

We had previously agreed that I wouldn't mention Tricia and she wouldn't mention Terry. It would be an evening for us both to be at ease.

I dressed in a suit and a tailored shirt but no tie. I had purchased the patterned shirt just for the date. It wasn't like the plain shirts that I wear to the office

Fiona wore a long black dress, which showed a little of her cleavage.

I said "You look fabulous."

Fiona said "I have spent a full hour before deciding which dress to wear. I'm glad that you like it."

I said "I love it. It makes you look absolutely sensational. Not that you don't look sensational at all times."

THE MEAL

Fiona had set the table with a candle in the middle. I thought that the candle was a nice romantic touch.

The beef & ale stew was in a slow cooker and was cooked and ready to be plated.

She gave me a gin and tonic and asked me to open the red wine to let it breathe.

She went into the kitchen to boil the kettle. She then drained the already peeled potatoes and added the boiling water to the saucepan. While the potatoes cooked, Fiona returned to me.

We chatted for 10 minutes and then Fiona returned to the kitchen. She prepared the mash and plated it and the stew in a large cereal bowl.

Fiona sat down and I played the role of wine waiter. I poured a little wine into her wine glass.

i said "I hope madam likes the Chateau D'orion 90. The grapes are pressed by the peasants walking around a tank."

Fiona played along. She swirled the glass and smelt the wine. Its good that it is the D'orion 90 and not the 89. The 1989 peasants had bad athlete's foot."

We then had a romantic dinner and chatted. We had some delicious shop bought cake.

Fiona said "I used to bake, but it isn't worth all the time and effort when its only £8 in the supermarket."

After the cake we sat on separate easy chairs,

We chatted for an hour and finished the bottle of wine. Then Fiona phoned for a taxi.

As I left I said "Thank you for a perfect evening."

She imitated Lou Reed and sang "I'm glad I spent it with you."

I smiled and said "Same for me."

I didn't imitate Lou Reed so I just said "I'm glad I spent it with you."

As the taxi took me back home, I realised that I hadn't even thought about Tricia. I didn't feel any guilt about having a time just for myself.

OUR SECOND DATE

For our second date, we agreed to spend a full day together. It would end with me calling for a taxi for her at 11 pm. This time she would have supper at my house.

I felt uneasy about Fiona coming to my house while my wife was in a care home, expecting to die within months.

As agreed Fiona turned up at my house just before midday.

MY BACKGROUND

Fiona said "Tell me more about yourself."

I said "At Secondary school, I was shy mainly because I was a late developer. I spoke in a high pitched voice while the other boys shaved. I was an outsider to the sporty, boys.

Our school never played rugby.

I was also a poor scholar and an outsider to the intellectual boys and girls. They were destined to go onto University. I was a duffers. I was the lowest performing of the duffers.

Being an outsider to both of these powerful groups made my schooldays a nightmare. I was glad to leave.

NO LONGER AN OUTSIDER

A few years after leaving school I discovered that I was good at rugby. I made my debut for the 3rd team. I now had upper body strength. I made decisions quickly. This is a great advantage when you have a 15 stone man bearing down on you.

I was quickly promoted to the 2nds because I now had a deep bass voice and the confidence to tell experienced players what to do."

CHURCHILL WAS A LATE DEVELOPER

I said "I was no longer an outsider. My life was no longer a nightmare. At 17, I also began to bloom intellectually,"

Fiona said "Like Winston Churchill in former days. He was a duffer, bullied by a sadistic headmaster. He also was a weakling, yet played Polo to international standard. Its hard to think of him being a Polo player. Most people think of him as overweight."

Fiona added "So aged 17 you were no longer an ugly duckling, you had become a mighty fine swan indeed."

FILMED NUDITY

I said "Playing rugby made me feel like I was now fully adult. I could do adult things. I remember the first time I saw an "18" film. I went on my own.

It was a horror film, which wasn't even scary. But it had some women going topless. I think these topless women set the standard for what I want physically from women."

PRAISING FIONA'S TITS

Fiona said "And how do I rate on that scale?"

I replied "You would easily have been one of those stunning actresses."

Fiona smiled. Indirectly I had just praised Fiona's tits. It was no surprise that Fiona smiled. What woman doesn't like a man to spontaneously praise her breasts?

She said "I am not sure that, even back when I was 21, I could have gone topless.

I am damned sure that I couldn't be filmed with my bosoms exposed."

I thought about continuing praising Fiona's breasts. But I didn't want to over egg the pudding.

MAINSTREAM FILMS

Fiona continued "Mainstream films back in my day sometimes had brief scenes of nudity.

You were lucky if it lasted more than 20 seconds. It was also mild, Even "X" rated films only consisted of "tits & arse". Nowadays some of those "X" films would be "15" or even a "PG"."

But Terry and I lapped up those films. It made us even randier."

RECALLING THE CHAT WHERE I MADE A CONNECTION WITH FIONA

I recalled our chat in the Bournemouth pub and how Fiona praised Terry's lovemaking. I still couldn't imagine why Terry had cheated on her. Yet he had cheated on Fiona twice before she kicked him out.

I knew from that chance conversation that Fiona still grieved for Terry. She had vowed never to marry again. Yet here I was hoping that she would change her mind.

I now definitely knew that I wanted to remarry once my wife died. I had the hope that Fiona wanted me enough to marry me. Things were progressing well.

SOHO'S SEX SHOPS

Fiona continued "Exotic and erotic films and books were available in licensed sex shops. They were usually Danish or Swedish and had salacious titles. My favourite title was "Sexy Susan Sins Again".

This was decades before we had brand name sex shops. Soho in London was well known to be full of sex shops They sold films and smutty magazines and a few sex aids. The sex aids were not as sophisticated as we have today or as cheap.

The police used to raid these sex shops and impound some of the films and magazines. Funnily enough the police raids added to Soho's mystique. The police raids drew everyone's attention to the Soho sex shops that sold "the real thing". The "real thing" was material that might contravene the Obscene Publications Act.

TERRY AND FIONA VISIT SOHO

Like thousands of others, Terry and I went to London specifically to look around Soho. But I was unusual being a woman and visiting Soho. But I wasn't bothered about that because I was with Terry.

It was a different world. Most of the shops were small, seedy and in need of a good clean. The merchandise was very expensive. One of the VHS videos cost what Terry earned in a week. You didn't know if you would get "the strong stuff" or even if the tape was playable.

SOHO STRIP CLUBS

Men stood outside on the street to entice people inside the many "strip clubs".

I recall one man saying "They all dance naked."

She continued "Terry and I weren't too interested in merely seeing women dancing."

Another said that the women "use a banana". Terry and I both wanted to see a woman use a banana as a dildo."

MY RESPONSE

I had a view of Fiona being respectable. I couldn't reconcile that image with her wanting to see a banana disappearing up another woman's cunt.

But that was the point of our second date. We were trying to get to know each other better.

RIP OFFS

Fiona continued "Of course that might not have been a truthful claim, but we both believed it. The admission fee was £5. Terry and I didn't have £10, yet alone £10 to spare.

We were lucky. Apparently the drinks in the strip clubs were just coloured water and cost £4. The host girls enticed you to order bottles of "champagne". This cost the punter £15 a bottle. These were rip-off joints.

By now it was time for me to call a taxi.

I said "We'll have to continue this conversation another time. I have to get up early for work tomorrow.

The taxi arrived. As she left Fiona gave me a chaste kiss.

She said "Thanks for listening" and left.