Looking back at events that occurred in our lives in the recent past, i feel that i should have sensed something was amiss ever since the time when my wife announced that she had had a rather strange dream. She said that her parents were trying to set up a new marriage for her. She went on to describe in detail how they had invited a prospective groom to their home for her to meet. I jokingly asked her about him and she said that he was younger than me and was very hunky.
I asked her whether they had set dates for the wedding and she laughingly said that they had only gone out on a date and were yet to fix the wedding.
"Remember to invite me" i joked with her, and she agreed with a cheeky smile adding that she could invite me for one of their dates so that i could see him. I thought no more of it as we were so preoccupied in the process of finishing building our new home and moving into it.
We are both keen about gardening and horticulture and since we moved into our new house we were quite excited at the prospect of designing the garden ourselves. This involved fairly hard work initially as we tried to landscape the area, and this required the movement of large amounts of earth and rubble. I was mostly involved in this heavy manual work while my wife was in charge of selecting the plants and shrubs.
We are both in our early forties, and are both very physically active people. Therefore we enjoyed this challenge we were faced with. My wife is extremely petite, standing just under 5 feet in height and is very slim and slender and attractive. She is often mistaken for a teenager, much to my amusement. Her slim body which is very much in shape and her pert girlish breasts are i think her most valuable assets. Her friendly and easygoing nature also makes her a very likeable person to everybody she comes in contact.
We had to frequently visit garden centres in the vicinity of our new home to select plants and other garden ornaments for our project. Within a short time time we automatically selected one garden centre which suited most of our needs. It was a fairly large place which was landscaped cleverly, making it a haven you could browse around for hours on end. Thinking retrospectively, I now feel that the decision to choose this particular garden centre was strongly influenced by my wife who made favourable comments on the stock and the technical advice given from this centre. I recall that she often wanted to get most of our requirements from that garden centre only which again should have alerted me.
The centre was run by two young men who we later realised were brothers. We initially met the elder brother few times, and he was quite knowledgeable and helpful in selecting the necessary plants. He was a very pleasant, nondescript man in his late twenties who was always very helpful and polite. We developed a good working relationship with him. We started to frequently visit the centre for more stock and advice, sometimes two or three times a week.
It was only after a couple of visits that we first met the younger brother who was quite the opposite to his sibling being tall, dark, lithe and exceptionally good looking and studly. Jet black hair framed his long angular face to perfection. Though he was clean shaven most times, he had an irrepressible 5 o'clock shadow which darkened his prominent cleft chin. Whereas his brother had been quite friendly and helpful, this guy was different. He was friendly but quite reserved when it pleased him.
He had this habit of getting really close to you and sometimes even touching your shoulder or arm to emphasize a point. His deep voice helped to emphasize his attractiveness. He was frequently in rather trendy cut off jeans and T's emphasizing his well proportioned but not overly muscular body. Aj, as we discovered was his name used to come and frequently chat with us after we finished business there. He was very knowledgeable on his trade and also surprisingly in many other topics.
After a while the two brothers even started to cart the stuff to our home and came and adviced us on landscaping. We were also frequently getting free plants and other garden stuff when we visited them. I should have realised from all the free gifts and the enthusiasm my wife showed, that this was also a bit strange. But it took me more time to realise this.
And then it happened. I was driving past the garden centre one day on a sleepy afternoon and was surprised to see my wife's car parked there. I noticed that she had managed to squeeze her car into their compound without parking it by the road like we usually do. As i was not too busy myself that afternoon, I thought i would join her and browse around the garden. I couldn't see anybody around as i walked in, but noticed that Aj's bike was parked under some trees. I walked around slowly expecting to see my wife but didn't do so. I was about to call out her name when I heard Aj's deep voice faintly. I realised that it was coming from one of the sheds that were in a far corner of the garden.
I don't know what made me do it, but i circled around the shed without allowing myself to be heard and approached it from behind. His voice could be heard louder now though I couldn't quite make out what was being said. I could not hear my wife's voice at all. When i peered through a small crevice in one of the wooden boards I got the shock of my life. This virile young Adonis was with his shirt off and petite wife was standing in front of him with her face buried in his hairy chest. Due to the big difference in heights my wife's face just reached his lower chest. I know that I should have jumped in then and there to put a stop to what was going on, but for some strange reason didn't do so. Something in the back of my mind told me to stay back and see what was going on. I also needed to hear what Aj was saying to my wife. As I edged in closer to get a better look, i noticed that her hands encircling his waist were deep inside his jeans. Aj was repeatedly nuzzling her neck and ears while pressing her slender body on to his as if he wanted to fuse their bodies together.
