It had been nearly six months since it happened. Six long lonely months filled with a lot of tears, a lot of anger and a lot of bitterness.
Six months since her husbands Christmas party when she, Vivienne, like the dutiful wife she had been, had offered to collect him when the party was finished and bring him home, to save him the inconvenience of having to collect his car the next morning. But she had got the time wrong and had arrived about half an hour earlier than she was expected, so she had gone inside to let him know she had arrived.
She was surprised when she couldn't find him at first. The room was full of mostly drunken people, dancing, laughing and talking and obviously enjoying the Christmas atmosphere. Why she didn't just wait outside in the car she will never know, but for some reason she decided to look in the rest of the hotel for him. A door on the far side of the dance floor was open and she noticed one or two people using it so she walked through it into the gardens outside.
It was cold and she was on the verge of going back in when she heard voices and giggling from around the corner. Curiousity got the better of her and she walked around quietly.
Six months later the sight she encountered is still vivid in her mind. Her husband, Colin, had his hands on the waist of their friend Jenny, who worked with him, and was married to one of his best friends. She had her back against the wall, the straps and top of her dress had been rolled down and Colin was sucking furiously on her rather small breasts. As he sucked, her hand was inside his pants tugging at his obvious excitement.
Vivienne stood, frozen to the spot, and it was only when Jenny opened her eyes and noticed her, that she moved, turning and running back through the hotel to her car.
Their separation had been swift, she spent Christmas with her mother and had lived there until moving into her own apartment two months ago. Money, thankfully, had never been a problem and served to smooth over some potentially difficult differences quite quickly. Colin was remorseful and was content to literally pay for his indiscretion. Vivienne spared nothing in decorating and furnishing her new apartment at his expense.
Her pain was added to by the knowledge that Jenny had left her husband for Colin and was now living in their house. Maybe she was blind, she often thought. Maybe she should have seen the signs, realised that their marriage was dull and that Colin was restless. But she hadn't, had accepted her life as it was and was now paying the price.
It was time to look to the future and to start her new life alone.
After the initial trauma she had tried to get on with her life and was thankful to her friends for their support. They included her where possible in their social lives, inviting her out regularly.
Vivienne had taken up some of their offers and had relaxed on a few occasions and enjoyed herself. She was surprised by the attention men gave her on realising she was unattached and had turned down a few offers of dates. More to her surprise were the suggestive comments and offers from some married male friends, all of which she quickly brushed off.
Only once in the six months had she let any man get close to her. It was about two months ago now, just after she had moved into her new apartment. She had been at a dinner party in a friends and the obligatory single man who had been there gave her a lift home. He was also seperated and quite nice and Vivienne assumed that the polite thing to do was to offer him a coffee after he left her home.
He accepted and they sat on her new leather couch, drinking coffee and chatting. When he made a move to kiss her, she felt comfortable with it and let him take her in his arms as the kiss developed. It felt nice, made her feel attractive again and she was enjoying the kiss of another man for the first time in 16 years. As they kissed his hand moved over her silk blouse until it came to rest on her breast and she felt his hand gently squeeze and fondle it. Her nipple hardened instantly and his fingers moved over it.
Vivienne realised that she was not ready for this yet and that things were moving too fast for her,so she excused herself and went to the bathroom to compose herself. When she returned, he was lying back on the couch, smiling and completely naked, his hand stroking his erect cock.
Two minutes later he was back in his car, half-dressed, having been thrown out of the apartment by Vivienne. She resented being taken for granted, resented the assumption that because she was seperated she was willing to have sex at every opportunity.
She lay in bed that night, angry with him, angry with Colin, angry with men but also acutely aware of the sensations his touch had created and of the lack of passion that existed in her life and had done for so long in her marriage. In a way she felt naive and foolish and realised that she no longer had the security of a marriage to support her.She knew that she would have to change and adapt to her regained single status.
As she lay alone she touched her breasts wondering how it would have felt for him to touch her, to feel his mouth on them. She wondered had he been aroused by their kissing and had she caused him to become erect. The picture of him on her couch was vivid, his erection proud and large, bigger than Colin's she thought. For the first time in a long time she found herself wondering how it would have been to touch and how it would have felt sliding into her pussy.
So two months on, here was was, 6 months since she left her husband, preparing to go to her tennis club dinner dance. Hardly the social event of the year but a chance to go out, relax and enjoy herself with her friends.
She checked herself out as she put on her evening dress, a deep blue strappy number. It was quite tight on her, emphasing the curves of her bum but also showing off her legs from just above the knee. It was shaped at the front, encasing her 36c breasts in the velvet material and revealing a respectable amount of cleavage, she thought. At 39 she tried to keep fit so she was in good shape she felt, and tonight she had her black hair tied back from her face.
In her mind she had put Colin in the past and this represented her starting afresh, proud of who she was and how she looked.
A short while later she stepped out of the taxi at the tennis club and headed inside.
The room was full of familiar faces and she mixed, chatting with friends and drinking glasses of white wine as she did so. Virtually everybody there were married couples and she was reminded of her own situation, missing the company of a man to make her feel like everybody else.
Even Gwen, shy and quiet and single seemed to have a date with her this evening - and a good looking one at that. The dinner was good. Vivienne shared a table with 4 married couples, all friends of hers and she enjoyed their company and the wine.
After dinner the music started and Vivienne danced with a number of her friends husbands. But as the night developed she felt lonely again, watching husbands and wifes together having fun.
She slipped away quietly, intending to catch a taxi outside. As she walked through the car park a voice stopped her. It was Gwen's date, standing by a car, offering her a lift, if he was going her way. The night had turned cold, so she accepted and got into the car beside him.
He introduced himself as Gerry, not in fact Gwens date, but her brother, back home on holiday from abroad. In the short journey home they chatted.
Outside her apartment she hesitated, but then invited him in for coffee or a drink. He accepted politely and once inside he opened a bottle of wine as she used the bathroom.
They sat together and chatted. Vivienne found herself attracted to this man and found they had a lot in common. He too was separated and they compared notes on loneliness, betrayal and deceit and found themselves laughing about it.
When he kissed her, her head spun, from the wine or maybe something else and she responded to the softness of his lips and his probing tongue.
He held her and they kissed for what semed like ages, until he excused himself and went to the bathroom.
Vivienne walked around the room, trying to compose herself and gather her thoughts. She was standing by the window, looking out at the lights across the city when he returned.
He stood behind her, gently kissed her neck and stroked her arm. She remained still, enjoying his touch on her shoulders and arms and his soft kisses on her bare flesh.
