Helen and I had had an almighty row. I had finally broached the subject of swinging and it had not gone down well. She hadn't spoken to me for a couple of days and there was no sign of a thaw in the chill atmosphere.
I had been into sexual deviancy all my life but had never shared it with anyone keeping it strictly between my wanking hand and myself.
I decided to finally raise the issue with Helen, at the height of our lovemaking I told her how I wished there was another guy to share her with and really fuck her brains out. I got deaf and dumb breakfast for three days. On the Friday night we went out for a prearranged meal and drink with friends and when we got home opened a bottle of brandy and mellowed by the booze talked.
She asked me what I'd meant the other night and I explained how after 30 years of marriage and at the age of 50 I was no longer able to make her squeal when we made love. I told her how I missed the intense sweaty orgasms she used to have when I could keep a hard on half the night. She couldn't believe that I wanted other men fuck her and didn't want other women (perhaps because it wasn't true, I wanted all the cunt I could get).
We went to bed and had a great sex session I told her how lots of blokes would like to get into her knickers and joked about how the knickers themselves would do nothing for them. Helen's underwear is old fashioned and I told her how much I'd like to see her in sexy underwear. She agreed to get some sexy underwear but said that she wouldn't wear cheep uncomfortable rubbish and it would cost me.
The next day we went to a lingerie shop and buy some sexy stuff, she came out with several bags of thong panty sets a basque, fishnet stockings, a teddy and all sorts. The bill was just short of £500. That night I fucked her through a pair of open crotch panties. She made it very clear that this stuff was for my eyes only.
We had a session every night that week, Helen still thought I was some kind of a pervert and questioned me further. When had I started thinking like this? Was sharing her my only fantasy? Was I really not interested in other women? I said no more about sharing except in answer to her questions which were mostly hypothetical. I did go on and on about how much I liked her to dress sexily and suggested she buy some sexy outfits to go over her new sexy underwear.
She said she was only going to wear her new lingerie at bedtime but found some of it very comfortable and migrated, like much of the female population, to the thong. By the middle of the week she was wearing new bra and panty sets for work. I continued to pester her to buy some new clothes to go with them, she said she might do some shopping in her lunch hour but told me that she wasn't a slut and wouldn't be wearing anything like that outside the house. On Friday I saw a Marks and Spenser bag full of other clothes shop bags in the kitchen bin. On Friday night we went for a drink and got talking to some people, one of whom Helen knew slightly, in a pub in town, two men and two women who were about our age. The woman that Helen knew was a bit overweight and was squeezed into a tight mini skirt with blouse that showed more cleavage than was proper for a woman of her age. The other woman was skinny with a scraggy neck and heavy facial wrinkles she was wearing tight white trousers and a top that looked like they had been sprayed on. Her nipples were clearly visible through the top.
They looked like a right pair of slappers and I was surprised that Helen had had us join them. They were going to a party and asked us if we'd like to go along, it was near closing time, Helen had had quite a bit to drink, was raring to go and agreed immediately. I was sober (driving). I dropped our new friends off at the party which was in a rough part of town and drove home to leave the car and ordered a taxi to take us back to the party. There was a half hour wait.
"Did you see how those girls were dressed, didn't they look great?" I said
"Are you serious?" She said.
"I told you that I like the sexy look."
"I bought some clothes today, that make theirs look tame." She said. "But they are for wearing at home for you."
"Come on Helen go and put them on, knock 'em dead?" She didn't seem too sure. "Look." I said. "You don't really know, Rachael, we probably won't know another sole at the party, go and put on the horniest gear you've got."
"I didn't buy them for going out in."
"I know you didn't but please, just for me."
She went upstairs and I heard the shower running. I followed her up five minutes later and went into our bedroom and laid out on the bed were a pair of black fishnet stockings, a black basque with red trim, a pair of thong panties and a black leather miniskirt that I hadn't seen before. To say I was excited would be an understatement.
Helen came down in all the gear, the miniskirt, a pink plunging neck thin cardigan with only three buttons close together blow her breasts that revealed the basque below and above it, heavy make up and a pair of black PVC thigh boots. It made her arse and thighs look even fatter and her waist was too thick for the tight sweater, the cleavage and stocking tops showing made her look like a whore. "Look, I've put it on so I thought you might as well see it but I'm not going out like this, I'm going to get changed."
At that moment the taxi arrived. "Please Helen you look marvellous, everything I've ever dreamed of, just for tonight. Please darling, you can put your big black coat on nobody will see you 'till we get to the party. You are beautiful."
"I look like a prostitute." She said. "I bought this for you to see me in, not for all and sundry."
"Helen, the taxi is waiting, please do this one thing for me, you can leave your coat on at the party if you want, only I will know what you are wearing underneath." Reluctantly she put her coat on and we got into the taxi.
The party was in a terraced house in a council estate (not the best area, a bit rough) we went in armed with a bottle of scotch. There were plenty of people but the place wasn't packed, we started talking to the people from the pub, who were the only other old arses in the place everyone else was younger. The age range was from teenage to forty then our little group at about fifty. The music was very loud and it was difficult to talk.
There were some lovely young things wearing next to nothing but there was no one as sluttish as Helen, she kept her coat on despite it being hot. I kept the drink flowing and I think she relaxed a little but couldn't have been very comfortable in her coat. A new group of people arrived some of whom were in fancy dress. Amongst them was a naughty nurse, a French maid and a woman in a basque. I said to Helen. "You don't look out of place now, how about taking your coat off? You will melt if you don't."
"You don't give up do you?" She said shaking her head.
"I've had a good look around there's no one here who knows us, who cares what these strangers think?" I said
"Get me another drink and I'll think about it."
When I came back from the kitchen with the drinks I rejoined the little group of old folks but Helen wasn't there. "She's gone to the toilet." Tracy, the skinny piece from the pub, said. "She'll be a while there's a queue." We started taking, it turned out that the four people in the pub were not two couples but four friends who worked together. Helen was quite a while and I was getting on very well with Tracy. Helen came back without her coat.
I could sense that she was very self conscious but relaxed after a few more drinks and chatting to Tracy and I. I came back from a trip to the toilet and found Helen and Tracy dancing with a couple of blokes in their thirties. Tracy saw me, said something to her dance partner came over and started dancing with me. I lost sight of Helen for a while and when I saw her again she was standing in the corner with her dance partner, Tracy's former dance partner and a gorgeous girl in her twenties wearing a very short strapless dress.
Helen had a glass in her hand and seemed quite comfortable with her new friends. She was talking, laughing and seemingly having a good time. I did a quick calculation of what she had drunk and thought she must be feeling no pain. Tracy and I were getting along fine we danced again and joined Helens little group after picking up a couple of drinks. It was too noisy for proper introductions if you wanted to talk to anyone it meant shouting or talking directly into someone's ear.
Helen shouted the names of her friends and Tracy and I nodded and smiled at them in turn. Bob went back into conversation with Helen taking into her ear and she would respond into his ear or give a little laugh. I put my arm around Tracy she put her arm around me. We looked like three couples.
In a lull in the music Bob said that he lived next door and asked our little group if we'd like to go for a break from the music and to cool down a bit. Helen looked at me, I nodded, the others agreed and we moved towards the front door. I had a moment of inspiration as we stepped outside and whispered to Tracy. "I don't fancy this will you stay here with me?" She nodded so I said to group. "Me and Tracy will see you later we're going to stay here and have a few dances."
Helen stopped short and scowled at me and seemed to sober right up. I didn't stay for a debate, just turned on my heel and walked back in with Tracy on my arm. One of two things were going to happen in the next few moments, either Helen would walk through the door or she wouldn't. She didn't.
