We had lived in our new apartment for only a couple of weeks. We were still painting and decorating the place to suit our tastes and needs. Using what little off-work time we had to move furniture and rearrange each room. I worked six days per week while she worked only four and therefore she was 'in-charge' of the project.
Our complex was mainly a college area since there was a major university very near by and our apartment complex had a healthy mix of college aged adults and older couples with families.
We had chosen this particular apartment complex because it was close to our workplace, and it provided a good High School for my son that still lived at home. The rent was economical and they offered all the normal amenities. And the neighbors were so diverse that no one felt out of place or as if they didn't fit in.
My wife, as she has approached middle age had related to me that she felt like she was just beginning to 'come out of her shell' as she approached that time she affectionately called, "The Change of Life". She is quite a beautiful woman standing barely five foot tall but with a lovely face and those deep dark eyes. Her figure although approaching middle age still turned heads when we went out together and I cannot think of any of my friends that haven't lusted after her. Her large breasts and round hips still aroused me whenever we were together and simply having a passing thought of her at work got my blood boiling with desire. But she always felt she was not as beautiful as she truly was and no matter how many times I expressed this or she was complimented by someone else, she never came to the realization.
She relayed stories over the years about various family members (all female) that had met the "Change of Life" and was considered 'slutty' from that point on or at least demonstrated behavior uncharacteristic of their personalities. Little did I know how prophetic her stories would turn out to be. Now she was approaching this time herself with a little dread of the unknown and a hidden excitement for what she felt would be a sexual awakening for her. We had always had a good sex life and our only complaint was not enough alone time back when our kids were younger. But now that the kids took less time and attention we promised to use this extra time to experiment sexually and she was quite thrilled to do so. Having always suggested she 'live a little', I felt good in the knowledge that she may actually take my advice.
I only tell you all this information so that you can feel the surprise I felt when I realized the events in this story. It was quite shocking and I was not quite as ready as I thought I would be.
"Love you, don't forget to call me today and let me know what time you will be getting home," my wife lovingly relayed to me as I made my way to the parking lot.
"Is that so you can run your boyfriend off before I get home?" I replied obviously joking with her.
"Maybe, but I was more thinking of what time to cook dinner. But the boyfriend could work too." She let out a small chuckle and winked at me as I got into our truck.
I blew her a kiss and backed out of our parking space almost hitting the apartment maintenance man.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there." I replied in my most apologetic tone.
"It is quite ok, I see you were... distracted," he said smiling, pointing to my wife standing at the front door of our apartment.
It is then that I noticed that she was standing just perfectly in the morning sunlight to highlight the outline of her nipples through her yellow tank top shirt. Her large dark nipples that appeared to be somewhat hard this morning, probably due to the morning's cool air. Her "painting shorts" or working shorts that she always wore when working around the house seemed to accent her hips in a way I had not noticed before. I could see her shorts clung to her most personal areas almost revealing them to all. She was so lovely standing in the door. That is when I noticed that I was not the only person that took a long second look at my wife standing there. The maintenance man almost realizing my recognition of his attention quickly waved to me and started walking down the sidewalk past our apartment. I did notice his slight nod to my wife and her normal smiling face saying "Good Morning." as he passed. Then she waved at me and I pulled out.
All the way to work, I could not explain why but my cock was hard and I could think of nothing but the 'stranger', our maintenance man ogling my lovely wife. I never realized until that moment how erotic it was to entertain the thought of sharing my wife with another man.
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That evening when I arrived home, my lovely wife had just gotten out of the bathtub and was toweling off in our bedroom. I could not resist touching her damp skin as she turned to greet me. She immediately pressed her lips to mine and I felt her tongue delve deeply into my mouth. I was taken aback by the sudden passion but relished in it. After quite a long kiss, she withdrew and began drying off again.
"They came today and checked our air conditioning," she reported to me as I took off my clothes preparing for a shower.
"What was wrong with the air?" I asked confused.
"Nothing. They said they never got to check it prior to us moving in and they just wanted to make sure it was working properly and serviced."
"Well, that was nice of them." I said surprised. We had lived in many apartments over the years and it normally required several phone calls to the offices to get anything taken care of. This apartment complex seemed to care about their tenants and I was quite impressed. I smiled at the thought. "And their maintenance man is quite impressed with my wife...." I mused to myself jokingly as I watched her get dressed.
I undressed and got into the shower to clean up after work. My wife went downstairs to check on dinner. After my shower, I joined her downstairs in the kitchen.
She seemed so passionate all night. She was a loving woman, but tonight seemed different. I loved the attention and feared saying something would end this special treatment I was receiving. She could not sit close enough to me on the sofa, she couldn't let me leave a room without coming with me; I was getting quite used to this attention. That night, when we went to bed she kissed me and was asleep before I could even adjust my pillow. I was disappointed since I had been expecting this special treatment all night would also include sex, but realized that she had worked all day on the apartment and was naturally too tired to stay awake. I quickly went off to sleep as well.
The next morning was the normal replay of the day before. I got up and had morning coffee and we watched the morning news shows, then I got ready for work. My son left for school at his normal time. My wife began straightening up the kitchen and the rest of the house while I finished my preparations. I still did not question her about the special treatment from last night, but curiosity would not allow me to let it go.
As I left this morning, she walked me to the door. I noticed this morning that she hadn't put on her working shorts and was only wearing a pair of panties and a tight white shirt that had spaghetti straps holding it on her shoulders. It was somewhat loose and I noticed how I could see her cleavage from the top and sides. It was quite revealing and I loved it. I wished I could simply call into work and stay home with her all day, but I had to go. I tore myself away.
I started our truck and backed out and as I pulled away I waved Good-Bye. She waved back as I pulled away, but I noticed in my rear view mirror that she started smiling and looking back in the other direction. I slowed slightly as I looked back and saw the maintenance man round the corner by our apartment. As I waited at the entrance of the apartment for a clearing in traffic to pull into, I saw my wife gesture into the apartment and a smiling maintenance man enters. Once the door closed, I thought of turning back but was running late for work. I pulled into traffic and went on my way knowing that it must have simply been a follow-up on the air conditioner.
"Probably forgot to put the filter back in....." I muttered as I drove to work. Then I remembered what she had been wearing as she walked me out. I turned around in the median about a quarter of a mile down the road and returned to the apartment complex. Upon entering, I parked in back of our building and used the back sidewalk to approach the apartment. I did this without thinking but it seemed the natural thing to do. I approached the sliding glass doors that lead from our dining room but could not see anyone inside. I quietly opened the sliding glass doors and could immediately hear my wife giggling upstairs. I slowly entered and stood at the bottom of the steps listening intently to satisfy my overwhelming curiosity.
