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.
I could see that my wife's resistance was weakening. As the other woman's hands firmly teased the days aches and pains out of her, Debbie's eyes closed and her lips parted in a silent sigh. And then it suddenly hit me; I could be witnessing the start of something sexual! My breathing started to become ragged and, despite the cool air outside, I could feel the sweat begin to form in beads on my brow.
I looked back up at the window again. Ann was becoming a little more daring now. I gasped as I saw her hands slip into the top of Debbie's dress and I could feel my erection strain as I saw the familiar shape of my wife's breasts as she shrugged the material from her shoulders. Ann's hands were immediately on the smooth orbs; cupping and teasing her nipples until they stood out firm and proud from her chest. I uttered a silent prayer to the God's that neither woman would think to close the drapes!
Things now began to move swiftly. Obviously aroused by Ann's attention, Debbie stood and faced her friend. For a long moment they looked into each others eyes and then kissed. It was a deep, loving embrace and I had a quick flash of recognition as I suddenly became aware of why Debbie had left me - the two were obviously very much in love. But any such romantic illusions quickly left me: I was about to witness two beautiful women as the made love to each other!
Still locked in a passionate embrace, Debbie helped her friend remove the top of each dress as they stumbled towards the bed. This was fine by me as the large double bed occupied the centre of the room as was right in front of my avid gaze.
Debbie pulled her friend towards her. I could almost see the lust in her eyes as the blonde woman slowly moved forwards and locked her lips around my wife's turgid nipple. Debbie flung her head back and I heard her gasp loudly as she held Ann's head firmly to her breast. Ann's skirt had ridden up and I was treated to a wonderful view of her pert, rounded behind.
The tension was quickly becoming too much for me. Not taking my eyes off the unfolding scene before me for a moment, I pulled down the zipper on my pants and eased my hard cock out into the open. I squeezed the throbbing head and moaned slightly at the glorious sensitivity. I cupped my balls and slid my hand along the length of my shaft. I had masturbated frequently over the last year, but never had I had as much visual stimulation as this!
Back inside the house Ann and Debbie were fast becoming more excited. Dresses and panties were being virtually torn from their lithe, slender bodies and thrown haphazardly onto the floor in heaps. Their hands were all over each other; teasing, groping fondling. I watched as Debbie slipped her tongue into her friend's mouth while her hand went between Ann's legs. The blonde woman quickly assisted my wife by spreading her tanned limbs as wide as she could and I watched with a fascination as Debbie slipped two fingers deep into her very wet pussy.
