Unplugging the hoover, Annabel wound in the cable and sat down on the sofa. Sundays always seem to drag, especially when her husband, Roger was away with his work. He worked for an oil company and every now and then he had to go over to Saudi Arabia, sometimes for up to a month at a time but after nearly twenty years of marriage, Annabel was used to it, well, apart from the seemingly endless Sundays which she spent cleaning the house.
"Huh, twenty past one," she sighed, getting back up and stepping into the kitchen. Flicking the switch on the kettle, she stared blankly out of the window at the back garden, the early summer sunshine picking out the bluebells at the edge of the lawn. Making herself a coffee she went back into the sitting room and sat down on the sofa once more. She was just about to take a sip when her mobile rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi Annie it's me."
"Oh hi Diane, what's up?"
"I was just checking if we're still on for tonight."
"Yeah sure, I'm looking forward to it," Annabel smiled.
"Okay I'll see you in the Beehive about eight then."
"Okay Di, see you later."
"Bye."
Putting her phone down, Annabel smiled to herself. Diane was actually her boss at the firm of solicitors where she worked but over the past six years they had become more like friends, going out for drink or going to a restaurant, being members of the same gym and so on. The pair hadn't been out together for a while, so Annabel had been looking forward to it all week. It would make a nice change to the boring routine which had been getting her down recently. Letting out a long sigh, she drank her coffee and dragged the hoover upstairs. Reaching the landing, she noticed the handle on the bathroom door had worked loose.
"Bloody hell, not again," she tutted, rolling her eyes.
Pausing for a moment, she decided to look in the box room for a screwdriver. The room was used by Roger as a hobby room to build his radio controlled helicopters and Annabel didn't really like going in there in case she broke something but the door handle was annoying her so she decided to risk it this once. Stepping inside, she looked round. On the table there was a half built helicopter; carefully edging past it, she began to look through the drawers. After searching for a few minutes, she found what she was looking for.
"Aha!" she chirped, grabbing the set of screwdrivers; just then, something caught her eye.
"Hello, what are these then?" she muttered, pulling out a clear plastic wallet with a stack of discs inside.
Pulling one the discs out of the wallet, she read the title that had been crudely written on in black marker pen.
"Katie versus Amanda."
Taking the disc and the wallet downstairs into the sitting room, she turned on the TV, slipped the disc in the player and pressed play. The camera panned round a dimly lit gym to a boxing ring. In one corner stood a tall ginger haired woman wearing nothing but a pair of sheer black tights doing some stretching exercises. In the other corner there was a shorter blonde woman wearing a glossy tan pair who was also limbering up. As she sat there watching, Annabel smiled and shook her head.
"The kinky sod, I might have guessed." she sighed, rolling her eyes as the two wrestlers on the screen circled each other before locking arms and trying to throw their opponent to the floor. Ever since they had first met, Roger had always had this 'thing' about tights, preferring Annabel to wear them rather than stockings. Sometimes in the bedroom, he got her to wear a pair of tights torn at the crotch when they were making love; at first she found it a bit weird, but nowadays it didn't bother her, after all it was just part of who he was.
"Ouch, that looks nasty," she muttered, as she watched the ginger girl trap her opponent between her thighs and squeeze the breath out of her. Eventually the blonde tapped the floor and she was released.
Shrugging, Annabel pressed eject on the remote and put in another disc; again it was two women in a boxing ring both wearing tights, one was a stocky brunette called Sharon, the other was a beautiful Japanese girl, Kumiko. Over the rest of the afternoon, she worked her way through the discs in the wallet; some were just wrestling, while some of them went a lot further, with some of the fighters stripping each other and engaging in sexual acts, pushing each other to orgasm. Rather than being angry or repulsed, Annabel found the films strangely intriguing, arousing even, although she didn't really want to admit it to herself.
"Bloody hell, half past five," she panicked, pressing eject on the remote and putting the disc back in the wallet; placing it in the drawer, she decided to fix herself something to eat and then start getting ready to meet Diane...
An hour or so later, she came out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Slipping out of her bathrobe, she stood looking at her naked form in the full length mirror. For forty-two years old, she had quite a good figure, a slender size ten. Standing at around five foot four inches with chestnut brown hair that came just past her shoulders, pretty facial features and her vibrant blue eyes, she could easily pass for at least ten years younger, if not more. Smiling at her reflection, she then picked up her pink underwear off the bed and put it on; taking a pair of tan tights out of the drawer, she slowly rolled them up her legs and stood up in front of the mirror once more. Closing her eyes, she smoothed her hands up and down her legs, her mind drifting back to what she had been watching all afternoon, the visions of the pretty Asian girl making her clit tingle, before a sudden pang of guilt snapped her out of her fantasy.
"Stop it, get a grip for God's sake," she said irritably, returning to getting dressed. Putting on her short black dress and black stilettos, she then started doing her make up before ringing for a taxi.
***************
"Hiya," Diane smiled, getting up from her seat and giving her friend a peck on the cheek.
"Hi, sorry I'm a bit late," replied Annabel.
"It's fine, I'm just nipping the bar; white wine yeah?"
"Please."
"Okay, won't be a minute."
Sitting down at the table, Annabel looked round the bar. It was pretty quiet, just the same old regulars dotted around. They always started out in the Beehive, had a couple in there and then moved on somewhere a little more lively; usually it was Laa De Daa's, a wine bar nearer the town centre. Looking along the bar Annabel's gaze fell on her friend; as always Diane looked stunning, her tall frame adorned with a beautiful cobalt blue knee length dress with matching stilettos and her strawberry blonde hair cut into a long bob. She was around late forties, but like Annabel she could pass for much younger. Annabel had always thought it was a little strange that she had never married or even mentioned a boyfriend, but then again, she had always come across as one of those career driven types.
"There you go, get that down you," the blonde chirped, returning with the drinks.
"Cheers."
"So, what have you been up to today then?"
"Huh, bloody housework, like every other Sunday," Annabel groaned, "you?"
"Oh I went down the gym for a bit, had lunch, then watched a bit of telly."
"Oh right."
"When's Roger back?"
"Not for another week," sighed Annabel, taking a sip from her glass. Sensing her friend was a little down, Diane tried to cheer her up.
"Come on mate," she smiled, putting her arm round the glum faced brunette, "let's have one more in here then go down Laa De Daa's and get rat-arsed."
"Yeah okay then."
A short while later they were sat in Laa De Daa's. As Annabel found a table, Diane went to the bar.
"There you go, get that down you," the blonde smiled, handing her a glass of wine.
"Cheers."
The pair spent the next hour or so talking about work and getting drunk until Diane mentioned Roger again and a smile spread across Annabel's face.
"What's the matter?" asked Diane, a little bemused.
"Oh nothing," Annabel replied, blushing a little.
"Come on, tell me," Diane pushed.
"Oh it's just something I found in Roger's hobby room that's all."
"Ohhh yeah?" the blonde smirked, "go on."
"Well I went in there to find a screwdriver to fix something," Annabel explained as she took a sip from her glass.
"Oh right, let me guess, you found a secret porn stash."
"Well, sort of."
"What do you mean, sort of?" Diane asked; a little perplexed.
