My wife and I live in a lovely suburb. Semi detached heaven. Husband's work, wives stay at home and kids go to school and college. An ideal situation I think. But unfortunately my wife Jenny or Jen for short gets bored and unlike me has never experienced hard times, poverty and no money. I have sought to make sure that doesn't happen. So far so good. But Jen has this edge, something burning in the background.
Often when on holiday or out on a party night Jen always seems to be talking to strangers and not women strangers. But men of all sorts, young, old, well dressed, track suits, etc. So I have to keep an eye on her, which causes my mates "take the piss" by calling me "Jay" which is short for Jealous. I am not jealous of course, but I don't want my wife to make a mistake so I watch her more than most watch their wives.
Of course it was just a matter of time before this blew up. So going back to the beginning. I will tell the story as I have been filled in by my neighbours and friends.
"I'm going to the Quiz night up at The Furrows" Jen said to me as I got home from work on a Thursday night.
"Oooh I fancy that!" I replied only to be told.
"Its a girls night Jay you can't come, although we could probably use your help!"
"What time are you going?" I ask. "About 7.30pm tonight."
I ask where our three kids are and what time they are due home. I then notice my evening meal in the pan but the pasta waiting to be cooked.
"Can you sort your food out Jay! While I get ready to go out." Jen calls down from upstairs.
I want to get out of my work suit so I slowly walk upstairs hoping to find Jen in the nude for a bit of nookie. As I sneak a look round our bed room door Jen looks hot with capital H for HOT! She is in her underwear. Lovely black tight fitting lacy undergarments. For a forty two year old she still has it. I sneak into the room and slid my hands under her bra clad tits and press my semi hard tool against her ass cheeks which are naked due to wearing the current fashion of very thin almost G string knickers. From a distance it looks like no knickers are on - going commando. But on closer inspection they look like a floss string between two teeth.
"Oh hello!" she says. "Is that Jay?" she asks.
"Well who else would it be?" I whisper in her ear.
"Oh I thought it might be other man who pops around and pops his popsicle in me when my husband is away!" she laughs.
"Well I am not going away any more, then!" I say laughing as well.
I change into a T-shirt and jeans as she puts on her little black dress LBD. I move in a second time.
"Get off me. I've just put my lipstick on, don't kiss my lips." Jen says grumpily. "Go and put your pasta on." She says. "I've only got 5 minutes left to get ready. Shoo, Shoo!" she says as she waves her hands up and down at the wrist to get me out of the bedroom.
"Well I will have my Popsicle ready tonight when you come home darling. It will need a good licking. Ha Ha!" I say as I leave the bedroom. I look downstairs and see two neighbours in the hall. They must have heard what I just said.
"Erm sorry about that." I say blushing. I didn't realise I had not closed the front door.
"Its ok." said Liz our next door neighbour. "We hear it all through the walls often enough." While she sniggers. Ethel from across the street continues to look at me seriously.
"Really Jay." Ethel says. "I do not want to hear that kind of thing. Please keep that to yourself."
For a good looking woman she is very boring and straight laced up.
I go in the kitchen and start my pasta. After a few minutes I hear Jenny come down stairs. She looks really good. I walk out into the hall as the three women meet up.
"You look really good for a quiz night. Do you get extra points off the quiz master for looking hot?" I laugh.
"Well I certainly will try." says Jen. "Ok love see you later." She says as she and her two friends head out the front door.
Ethel filled me on the what happened that night. This is an outline of what she reported back to me;
Ethel, Jen, and Liz met up with two other neighbours to make a quiz team of 5. They sat at a nice table in the centre of the Pub. A table behind them has a group of 5 lads sat down. They are having a night out and don't know about the quiz night.
Jen's little black dress means she shows quite a bit of leg and thigh to the guys sat behind us. Who as time goes on and more alcohol is consumed spend more time looking at her and admiring her physique. The guys look like they are in the mid twenties. The quiz doesn't start until 9pm. As we arrived at 7.30pm quite a few drinks were consumed by everyone.
The Quiz master arrives and gives out pens and answer sheets. He asks everyone to name their team and write it down at the top of the answer sheet. We hear the lads laughing as they come up with stupid team names. "The Punkawallahs", "Boris's Hair Do", "Aye you leave the E.U." Eventually the settle on the name "Lewis Hamilton's Helmets".
We who have been to our local pub many times for quiz night are known as the Golden Girls. Although we are not as old as the actors in the TV show.
Jen is writing our answers down as we whisper our thoughts between us. The lads behind us seem to be listening in trying to overhear our answers. Jen gives them an ear bashing;
"Stop trying to copy our answers will you?" Jen says loudly to the lads.
"OOOHHH listen to you!!!" answer the lads. "Keep you knickers on" says the big lad closest to Jen who has been ogling her long legs and exposed chest all night. "Don't get them in a twist" he adds.
"How do you know if I've got any on?" Jen says confidently. The lad who spoke is stopped in his tracks. He doesn't know what to say. All his mate cover their mouths as they snigger at Jen's comment. "Is she for real" one lad whispers. "Is she married saying stuff like that?" is another comment overheard.
"Well I will make you a bet after the Quiz to see if you are. I bet you have knickers on. If I am right I get to take them off and keep them. If I am wrong you are welcome to have my underpants in return!" The lads all laugh again loudly.
We get to question 30. "What is the capital of Ecuador?" The quiz master calls out in the microphone of his small PA system. Jen is our Geography expert so we all look at her. She is looking a bit pissed.
"Hang on a minute." Jen says. "I can't think of the answer. But I know the answer. That's it, I will go for a wee I usually remember answers if I go the loo."
She gets up and wobbles all the way to the Ladies. After a minute or two one of the lads goes to the Gents. It was the lad who made the bet about her knickers.
I see Jen come out the Ladies and the lad comes out of the Gents at exactly the same time. He bumps into Jen in front of the side door entrance and exit of the pub. He nudges her into the door which opens and he guides her through and out into the dark, empty beer garden. I walk over the Ladies and I can see snogging going on. Harmless enough I think to myself, but not ideal for a married person to be doing.
As I come out of the loo, I take a peek back and I can see Jen with her skirt up and the lad looking at her G string knickers. Before laughing and sliding them down her legs and off. Then he puts them in his pocket. They kiss again. I think I had better sit down. So I leave them to it in the pitch black beer garden.
Five minutes later still no sign of Jen, the four of us chatting away are not bothered where she is. I need the toilet again. This time when look out the window on the way to the toilets I see Jen on her back on a table bench with her legs wide apart and the young lad stood up straight with his trousers round his feet with his bare bottom swinging in and out of her valley.
I go into the Ladies, there is a open small window so I can hear Jen groaning and sigh outside as she is ploughed by the strong, big, young man.
"Good, good, good" mutters the lad as he pummels Jen. A bloke walks past them and pats the lad who is shagging Jen on his back and says "Well in mate" before he enters the pub and heads towards the bar.
"Don't spunk in me." Says Jen. "Why not" asks the lad.
"Well my hubby has had the chop so he cant get me pregnant. So I don't take the pill. So don't come in me, knob head." Jen says.
The lad doesn't answer but he picks up her legs and positions them on his shoulders. "Do you like that Mom?" he says.
