Ingrid is a beautiful woman, 36 years old, a mother to our two daughters aged 16 and 15. She is the love of my life. Like all marriages, we have had a few low points, but nothing big enough to change how we feel about each other. But with the girls becoming independent, Ingrid had time to become more social, and find some interests outside the home.
Our neighbors Bob and Theresa became good friends, and as she also did not work outside the home, Ingrid and her spent a lot of time together. Bob and Theresa had one child, a girl named Abigail, who was friends with our daughters, Jennifer and Anne. When Bob and Theresa moved in five years ago, we noticed they were an attractive couple, normal in every sense except that Theresa was missing her left hand. The detachment was exactly at the point below the arm bones. Theresa never made any attempt to hide her amputation, in fact she never wore a prosthesis. It seemed that she was actually proud to show off her stump. Since it was rude to ask, we never did find out how she lost her hand. At least I didn't find out until it was too late.
My profession kept me busy, and wishing I had more family time, but until retirement, there was not much chance it would improve. Ingrid had time to kill, and when I was out of town, her and Theresa would go out clubbing at least once a week. I never had cause to worry about Ingrid, I knew in my heart I was her only man. When I was home, and we socialized with Bob and Theresa, I did notice that Theresa would give Ingrid a touch on the cheek with her stump, and a kiss on the lips, but it seemed like friends being comfortable with themselves, nothing kinky. Well, ok, maybe a bit kinky from my perspective, after all, most men think it would be hot to see their wives fuck another woman. Even if she is missing a hand. There were times when Ingrid wasn't answering the home phone when I called, and I would have to call her cell phone, but that never worried me, since she was out with Theresa. Other times, Theresa would come over and the ladies would have a late night, wine and movies, and Theresa would spend the night rather than walk home in the dark. So, I wasn't looking for anything suspicious, and it never occurred to me that there might be more to their friendship than what was out in the open.
Ingrid's story.
Eric and I do truly love each other, and while the spark seems dim, we had a good relationship, and the sex was still ok. Still, there was some time to think about what was missing in my life. Our daughters were coming of age, and did not need me as much, and I tended to fill the void with spending time with my good friend Theresa. She was missing her left hand, but it never seemed to slow her down. When my husband was away, we would go out to have a few drinks, and maybe some dancing, although we never accepted drinks from strange men, or let them think we were available. Over time we had become very close friends, and when men thought they were entitled to more than a dance, Theresa quickly shut them down, by touching my cheek with her stump, and kissing me.
