Prologue - This is my first attempt at erotic literature. Comments welcomed. The story is from the POV of the husband of a 42 year old wife/mother who was very content with her life. Things change when she is assigned to a project out of town. It is the first time she has lived totally independent and she finds the freedom intoxicating, add in a charismatic neighbor and you have recipe for trouble.
This is Chapter 1 of 9 that I have currently written. I will await comments before publishing the rest. I do believe the best is yet to come.
Chapter 1
My name is Michael, not Mike, Michael. What I am about to relate to you is how the relationship between my wife and myself changed and in some ways became stronger as I accompanied and supported her on her journey to find her sexual identity after 20 years of marriage. The journey brought on many different emotions in both her and me. From love, pride, jealousy, passion, fear, anger, compulsion, insecurity and I am sure others I cannot recall right now. In the end we feel we are in a better place but with almost all journeys there have been many hills and valleys. The story relates how we navigated that terrain.
First here is a little information about myself. I am not some wimpy, insecure husband who wants to be a cuckold like you read about in many of the stories. In fact in many ways I am completely the opposite. I am a 52 year old white male, 6'5" 235# of mostly muscle. I am a military veteran who served during Desert Storm. I have a black belt in judo and played college basketball at a top DII school. I also have a 9 1/2"penis, though not as round as a beer can but still thicker than most.
I have been married and faithful to the same beautiful woman for almost 20 years. We have two lovely children, 18 year old 6'7" son, Jacob, and a 16 year old 6'0" daughter, Emma; both are being recruited by D1 schools in basketball and soccer respectfully. My wife, Frankie, is a 42 year old, ex college soccer player, 5'8" 135 pound beauty with short brown hair and big brown eyes. She has what some people call a boyish figure with small but very sensitive size 32 B breasts, a firm round ass and what I like the most is very tan, strong thighs and calves developed after many years of soccer, running and yoga. Let me say she is a knockout in a short black cocktail dress.
After 10 years of active duty service I left the military and went back to college to get my masters degree in electrical engineering and while there I joined the Judo club as a volunteer instructor. Judo has played an important part in my life. I took it up at a YMCA when I was 14 and fell in love with it. Practicing Judo kept me off the streets of my impoverished neighborhood and gave me the discipline to excel in school and other sports, particularly basketball. I met my future wife when she attended one of my demonstrations to attract new students. We immediately hit it off and were married by the time I received my master's degree. With the 10 years difference in age we decided to have kids right away.
My wife comes from a long line of contractors and received her master's in Construction Management but delayed starting her career until our youngest entered middle school. Frankie had a very sheltered life growing up. Her father, Frank therefore her name being Frankie, was a full bird Colonel in the Army Corp of Engineers before he accepted a position as Vice President with one of the nation's largest construction firms based in the city where we met and currently live. He was a strict disciplinarian and ruled the house with an iron fist. He required Frankie to live under his roof all through college.
She is the youngest of three and had two older sisters and her dad desperately wanted a son and when he didn't get one he decided to raise her as one and so he and Frankie did the things father and sons do. Needless to say she grew up a tomboy. Frankie was excellent in sports especially soccer and lacrosse. She selected construction management as a career to please her father. In high school she was just this gangly girl jock that everyone thought was a lesbian. She didn't blossom until college and even then she did her best to hide it. She wasn't just a virgin when we met. She had never been with a boy in any fashion until we started dating. Her only sexual experience prior to me was she dabbled in lesbianism with her travel mate from the soccer team because that was the only time she was away from her father's control. Based on my military experience her father approved of me and allowed me to date and marry his precious daughter.
The mid-Atlantic area where we live is populated with many Colleges and Universities. In fact the DII School where I played basketball was only a 2 hour drive from our home. When Frankie joined the workforce she had an uphill battle. One she was a woman in a man's profession, mid 30s with little experience but she was hired, using her father's connections, by a local General Contractor who specialized in the construction and renovation of institutions such as colleges, hospitals etc. She worked her way up the ladder and after 5 years was given the opportunity to be the project manager on a small but very important conversion of an old dormitory to new classrooms at my old college. The job was very important to the school because the renovated facility was to be named after the college's largest donor.
In the past my wife worked on projects that were close to home. Being 2 hours away was just too far for her to commute back and forth so we had to find a place for her to reside during the week and she would come home on weekends or I would go visit. We made a trip to the city where she was to work but found most of the housing occupied or too expensive.
I called an old teammate of mine, Anton Riley, who was recently hired as the basketball coach for our Alma Mater to see if he knew of any reasonably priced apartments. Anton had just moved into a new home but prior to that Anton and his wife was staying in a nearby complex that had recently been sold. The new owners had plans to level the place and build a multi story apartment complex. They estimated it would take a year maybe longer to secure the financing and permits. Anton thought the new owners might be interested in renting the unit they had just left as long as you would sign something stating you would vacate on demand. Anton's comment to me was, "They are reluctant to taking new tenants at this time because they don't want the hassle of evicting people when the time comes."
Timing was perfect due to her project was scheduled to be completed within 14 months. He made the call and we went to see the place and meet with the rental agent. The footprint of the complex was 4, single story, 1 bedroom 4-plexes, built in the 60s that had a pool, hot tub and small clubhouse with restrooms located in the middle. It was outside the city but would only be about a 15-20 minute drive to her work site. We found the apartments to be small but functional for what she needed. The price was right so we rented a unit facing the pool area starting the first of the following month.
When the day came for her to move the family loaded up her stuff and headed to her home away from home. The management invited us to the pool area to meet her neighbors. They told us the tenants there were a close knit group and that every Saturday afternoon starting at 2PM they had a BBQ by the pool. The first person we met was Jason. He was mid 40s in good shape about 6'0" a very handsome and pleasant chap. He had lived there for almost 10 years and said he would leave when they leveled the place. He was a financial planner with one of the local banks. I did notice him checking Frankie out.
We also met a visiting Professor and his wife, Stan and Ruth. Stan who was just called the Professor, was older but very fit gentleman, probably early 60s and Ruth was a cute tiny thing maybe late 20s early 30s and stood no taller than 5'0" and didn't weigh more than 100#. It turns out she had been a student of his at a previous college. It was the Professor's third marriage, her first. Another 20 something couple, Matt and Emily, students working on their advance degrees. Both appeared to be on the nerdy side, both soft looking, not fat but soft.
A very attractive single lady in a revealing bikini walked up and introduced herself as Jessica but asked to be called Jess, maybe early to mid 30s. I caught my son, Jacob, checking her out. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. There was a gay couple, Chris and Matthew both around 30 one white one black. I think they said 2 more units were occupied but they hadn't arrived yet to the BBQ.
After a brief period of time mingling with the tenants we said our goodbyes and finished unloading Frankie's stuff into her apartment. Once everything was in the unit and put away we headed home. My wife would drive back early Monday morning to start her project.
The first few months she was there everything went well. We talked almost every day. She came home most weekends and the weekends she didn't come home I went to see her. She had very little interaction with the other people in the complex based on working close to 12 hours a day getting the project up and running.
The last weekend when we were together I asked Frankie, "Have you met anyone interesting?"
Frankie answered, "Been to busy to really meet anyone".
I told her, "I am sure the guys on the job or at the complex are checking you out. I know Jason was when we met him at the BBQ"
She just said, "Was he now."
"Yes he was, have you talked to him much" I asked.
"Not really, but now that you mention it, he does seem to go out of his way to talk to me when he does see me." Frankie said.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
Frankie explained, "If he sees me in the parking lot he could just give me a courtesy wave but he will walk over and start talking to me."
"Okay, interesting, what do you guys talk about?
"Just general stuff, work, family, he does ask about you and the kids."
"Is that all?"
"He has asked me to lunch a few times but I think he is just trying to sell me some financial products. That is his job you know."
