The weekly family Zoom! Luckily I have a subscription, so we can Zoom as much as we want. So Monday mornings we all do it. Me and the wife. Her younger sister Cindy and her husband. The kids when they can be bothered. The wife's brother and his family when they remember. Think we've talked more since the virus lockdown than we ever talked before!
So we set it up for 9am. Most come into the zoom pretty early, and generally melt away off to do chores, or shopping.
So this day we had been chatting away, but I thought Cindy looked a bit down, a bit quiet. I liked Cindy. She was quiet, but in her late fifties. She was friendly. She was also still pretty sexy. Her body still looked good. She was still slim. Long hair: it had been black, but was going a bit grey now. You always stay loyal (unless you are me and the wife who enjoy a bit of adventure, and enjoy talking about it to each other after!), but I had often dreamt about what she might be like in bed. I guess every guy wonders about his wife's sister........
Gradually people began to melt away. My wife went off to shop. Cindy's husband had to shop for his aged mother. The kids who had come in were either working from home, or had friends to chat to. In the end it was only me and Cindy left chatting on the zoom. So I thought I would ask her.
"You're looking a bit miserable today. What's wrong?" I tried a "light" tone to give her the chance to laugh herself out of the question, which she tried to do, complaining about back aching from raking the garden lawn the day before.
"You don't look that miserable just from raking the lawn and a bit of back ache!" Thought it was worth asking the question again.
There was a long pause -- maybe there was something here. Maybe she might want to talk to someone.
"Oh, it's just Mike. He's not being nice. Too cooped up together."
"You're right, it is tough. Easy to get on each other's nerves," I replied.
"Yeah. Maybe you're right, but he seems different. Well he is different." It did sound like Cindy wanted to talk about something.
Suddenly she burst into tears. There was something............
"Go on, tell your uncle Dave about it!" I hope the slightly flippant tone would help. I'm not even sure she heard me, she just continued.
"I know he was having an affair. Has been for a long time. But it kept him happy, you know, so I tried to turn a blind eye to it. He kept telling me I couldn't satisfy him. But this lock down -- he hasn't been able to see her. And told me I wasn't good enough for him."
Cindy paused for a moment, before continuing. "We had a row. He called me an old ugly sexless hag. That no man would ever want to look at me, and he certainly didn't. That he couldn't even stand to look at me." There were more tears, as Cindy said how they hadn't "done it" for years, and how she loathed herself and knew he was right, and she was nothing to anyone, and it was all her fault.
I was shocked, but it sounded like Mike had done a proper job on her, undermining her self confidence, belittling her. I hate men who do that sort of thing. And was shocked, because I always thought she was hot.................
"He's wrong. He is totally wrong," I asserted.
The conversation went back and forwards for a few minutes. Me asserting that Mike was wrong, and she was nice, Cindy maintaining she was ugly, and sexless. That no-one could ever like her. It was a bit frustrating -- trying to convince someone that she is sexy! It's why I finally burst out with the comment. Which was true, but you never normally tell anyone. "Well I've got some pictures of you from your facebook page and I wank over them, imagining what you would be like."
In her misery Cindy only half heard what I said. Wasn't sure what I said. "Sorry -- what was that."
In for a penny, in for a pound! "I've got some photos of you and I use them when I wank."
