As soon as I saw her again, it was as though the last year had never existed. All the old feelings immediately came flooding back. Up to that point it had been a fairly normal Saturday afternoon; a few drinks and a game of pool in a local bar followed by the weekly dreaded tour of the supermarket buying any convenience foods that happened to be packed for single consumption.
Single. That was how I had come to think of myself over the last twelve months since my wife Debbie had left without so much as a word. I reported her missing, obviously, but the cops seemed to have much better things to occupy their precious time and, I'm sure, just thought that it was a case of a wife leaving her husband. As the weeks drifted into months and there was still no sign of her, I began to doubt my own thinking, that something had happened to her, and started to believe that the police might have been right after all. My life drifted on in a pattern that was fast becoming the norm; work, drinking, masturbation, sleep. Slowly, Debbie occupied less and less of my thoughts until at last I thought that I was finally over her.
And then Saturday came. At first, I wasn't even sure that it was her; Debbie's normally auburn hair had been bleached a dirty blonde colour and she had slimmed down considerably. It was late afternoon with the sun still warm and all she wore was a simple patterned summer dress. I stood speechless on the other side of the road. She obviously hadn't seen me yet and was browsing the window of a chain-store boutique. I knew that I had to do something; say something to her or at least react in some way, but I just felt numb; my limbs refused to co-operate. I just stood there and gaped with a stupid expression from across the road.
"Are you alright, young man?"
The voice seemed hollow, dreamlike and I wheeled around to see a small, old woman looking at me with obvious concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
I nodded my apologies politely and assured the old woman that I was fine. I looked back across the road. Debbie was still there - thank God! I made up my mind quickly and started to cross the street. I had absolutely no idea what I was going to say to her, I just knew that I had to do something!
Now on the same side of the street and closer to my wife, I got a much better impression of her. The last year had obviously been kind to her. The new hair style suited her and not only had she slimmed down, but she had toned her figure almost to perfection. Had it been just another woman I was looking at, the sexual energy would have been charging through me. As it was, looking at the new Debbie had already given me a solid erection!
I moved closer to her through the throng of late Saturday afternoon shoppers. I hardly saw the crowd as they passed me, my attention was rivetted to the image of my wife. It seemed ages until I was able to get close to her and I was about to speak when I saw another, blonde haired woman of about the same age sidle up to her. I caught my breath. I wasn't expecting to have to deal with one of her friends as well. I decided to hang back for a while, I had only just managed to pluck up enough courage to approach Debbie, one of her friends as well would be way too much for me to cope with.
The two women wandered into the shop, still blissfully unaware of my presence. I watched them study various items of clothing on the rails until, without making a purchase, they both wandered back out into the sunlight. I hid in a shop doorway while they chatted. For a moment, it looked as though they were about to go their separate ways when suddenly Debbie's friend slipped her arm around her waist and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. Normally, I would not have given this display of affection a second thought but, as I watched them look lovingly into eachothers eyes, I was certain that the kiss was more than just a friendly peck - much, much more!
They weren't splitting up at all, they were walking off together. I followed them at a discreet distance keeping to shop doorways and behind advertising boards. Debbie's friend was keeping her arm around my wife's waist. I guess I should have been upset or angry, but watching the two women from behind as they walked and seeing the way their butt's swayed with each step, had me as hard as a rock!
After a while we all approached a residential area. They turned this way and that, up different streets and it was becoming increasingly more difficult for me to stay unobtrusive. Thankfully, within a few minutes the women turned into a driveway and walked up the path to a large, brick built, single-storey house. The garden was overgrown and as I looked at it I realised that it would afford me excellent cover.
The light was fading and, as I secreted myself in the undergrowth, I knew that it would be difficult for anyone to see me. I did, however have a great view through the undraped window into the bedroom. I could hardly believe what I was doing and knew that, if caught like this, I would probably be entitled to a good spell behind bars. But I had to see. It would have been hard enough to know that your wife had disappeared in favour of another man. But another woman?
As the two women walked into the bedroom, I quickly saw the attraction for Debbie. The blonde was absolutely gorgeous. Her figure was every bit as delightful as Debbie's with a slender waist and long legs and she possessed a set of breasts that many women would have happily died for!
I watched my estranged wife sit in a chair and kick her shoes off. Her friend was busying herself on the other side of the room, opening closet doors and pulling out clothes - it seemed that they were preparing for a night out. Debbie's friend - I'll call her Ann as I never actually knew her name - walked up behind her chair and leaned over. I gasped. Although they only appeared to be talking, I could see the swell of Ann's breasts as she bent over. My cock hardened automatically as I stared at the two perfect mounds of womanly flesh.
For a brief moment, it looked as if the two women were engaged in a light hearted argument; Ann's hands were laid gently on Debbie's shoulders and she was talking to my wife; whispering in her ear and grinning wickedly. I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, but Debbie was smiling and only half-heartedly trying to push her friend's hands away. But Ann didn't look like she was going to take no for an answer. Every time that Debbie pushed her hands away, she simply replaced them again and used her fingers to massage the tension out of Debbie's shoulders.
