That day after the first night together, I needed to think things through. What had I started? I believed like every unfaithful husband that it wouldn't hurt anyone. I was in control and it was just a little fun. Who could be hurt?
I sat in the ten o'clock 'The Review of Emerging Risks Meeting' run by a very serious person in head office, via a video conference. It went on and on, I'd lost the will to be involved ages ago.
My seat was just out of the cameras field of view so unless I bent forward I could not be seen, this was planned as it had become apparent from previous meetings when I had been heard but not seen. It enabled me to gaze out of the window to the hills south and to watch clouds building for the next warm front from the west.
"So we feel that an in depth review of the actions and implication of xxxx risk should take priority as it poses a 15-20 year risk' I came back to the room with a jolt. I'm 55 what the hell do I care. I nod sagely, and agree that another meeting in 6 months to discuss the recommended feasibility study to be conducted by a company, for far to much money, is the way forward.
I wonder if she is thinking of me?
The afternoon passed just the same, emails about things which wouldn't change the price of fish, but matter to someone so much. An urgent purchase order for 20,000 had gone missing. The goods had arrived and where starting to be used in service, but the system couldn't be closed off. Oh hell I didn't really care. What difference did I make, I was just a medium size cog in the machine.
A text came 'where do you keep the spare key?' It was three thirty and she must have finished work and be back at the flat. I replied 'Under the loose stone by the wall.'
Oh to hell with it "I'm needed at site B" I said picking up my jacket and bag and heading to the car. The barrier lifted I drove out free and happy. Why was I working? Why did I do this? I stopped on the way back and bought flowers for the flat or her, I hadn't decided & didn't know. My phone went
"Hello I haven't heard from you for two days?" My wife said.
"Oh work and stuff you know" the lies covering up.
"Well my sister has been on the phone and asked .............What do you think?"
"Yea" what did she say I hadn't heard "Sorry I'm driving say that again please."
"A month away in France together" She said.
"Well yes good idea, I can't get a month off ."
"Not you, just us girls"
"Oh OK I suppose it that's what you want to do"
We finished the call. That that my wife's off to France then.
I arrived at the flat and saw her car outside. Through the door she greets me with a kiss and arms around my neck, it developed into a longer more passionate embrace.
"Have you just arrived" I ask? She had her long coat on.
"I thought it would be good get out while the weathers good. Let's take a walk down by the cove."
"OK when did you become a naturist?"
We left it the flat and walked out to my car. I realised she wasn't wearing trousers and those heels wouldn't climb Everest. What was going on now?
It was pleasant being close to her in the car, there was that perfume again. Subtle not strong, almost not there, then she would turn or move and it would essence come to me. It was becoming addictive. The drive out was pleasant we hardly get much in the way of traffic out with us. The high cloud had built up over the afternoon making a sun appear watery but it was quite warm. The coat slid apart slightly and when I managed a glimpse down, it confirmed my earlier view no trousers. I think in the years I've know her I seen her in a dress twice, a function or big family occasion. So a skirt and a short skirt then. We arrived at the head of the cove, miles from most habitation, parked and leaving the car behind started walking along the shore pathway. The shoes seemed to manage along the pathway quite well. We had strolled along around the bend out of sight from the car park or anyone. It was good to talk about our day and finding a large flat rock on the side of the path we sat down. The coat slid apart, no trousers, no dress, no skirt to be seen. Black stockings and very tiny black panties came into view. I had been slow. So there we are out in the countryside, taking in the views, the fresh air and enjoying the wonderful outdoors and she has almost nothing on tempting me with an exquisite view of her own.
"You asked and I have them" she said with a innocent face.
"Well yes but I thought may be in the bedroom or something"
"This is the aperitif" she said.
I thought of asking how many courses in this banquet but didn't. She stood up and did a full spin displaying her charms in the suspenders, stockings tiny black panties with just a string from the front over here hip and down through the valley of her cheeks. Oh they look perfect almost alabaster without a blemish. I knelt down and placed kisses on both cheeks. She turned, the tiny area covered by the black satin looked equally kissable so I paid attention to the area as well. Upon kissing over her covered mound of Venus it felt different. I found out why by sliding my tongue under the edge of the fabric, smooth soft skin, no hair. She was totally smooth. Had shaved herself been waxed, depilated call it what you want. A hairless pussy is a an erotic object of desire and beauty something to be treasured and enjoyed.