I know it's been done before and I am sure someone has done it better, but this is my version. It is fiction, like Blotto and Twinks. Thanks to AnAverageGuy61 for his help.
Like a lot of things, it started innocently enough. Heather asked me if she could go out on Friday with a few girls from work. Girls, that was a laugh, they were all about 40, although some, like Heather, didn't look it. My wife was beautiful, long flowing wavy auburn hair, and despite having two children, a figure any 25 year old woman would be pleased to have. The cutest face and a smile that lit up a room. We had a nice house, a little empty now as the kids were at uni. We had considered looking for a smaller place, until we realised the grandchildren, when they came along, we would need a room. We planned to make the two adolescent's bedrooms more babyfied for when that happened. We both had good jobs, I was an engineering manager at a local factory, she was an accountant at an insurance company that had its main office in our town. I had a pension from the military, so we were doing ok financially.
I had no problems with her going out with a few girls from her office. I did complain that Friday night was the night we went to the pub with our non-work friends.
When Friday night came round, she came downstairs looking nice, a nice pair of slacks, white blouse and a little makeup and her hair brushed lovely. She looked nice; I told her so.
"Nice, is that all!"
"Of course, my sweetheart." I said to her, "It's a night out with the girls, you're not picking up men, it's nice."
She smiled at that and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said. "Thank you, sweetheart of mine."
We had already discussed where they were planning to go, and she said she'd probably be home about 11 ish when the pubs closed.
As I normally do when she is out, I settled myself in front of the computer to catch up on watching YouTube History videos and I got myself a cool beer, just the one, you know, just in case something goes wrong. And I was glad I did, because at 11:10 I got a phone call, it was Heather. They'd been standing outside the pub for nearly 20 minutes waiting for a taxi and we're still plenty of people queuing in front of them. Would I be so kind as to go and pick them up if I hadn't had too much to drink. I told her I hadn't, and I'd be there in 10 minutes, that was when she mentioned there were three other girls that needed a lift. I was sort of expecting that. I knew most of her work mates, it was probably Sally and Denise, they lived close to us, it seemed sensible. I did wonder who the third was. It wasn't a problem.
I knew the pub, it was in the nightlife area of our town, such as it was. There's a couple of restaurants, a few pubs, a nightclub and a hotel, which also had an excellent restaurant, if somewhat expensive. One didn't have to walk far from one to the other.
I was disappointed to see her friend Debora there, she was the third. She didn't work in the same company as Heather and the other girls, but it appears she inveigled herself along when she heard about it. Debora and Heather had been friends since Junior School. And I was good friends with her husband Jeff, we used to play Rugby together before we became too slow, and it hurt too much, now it was golf. I wasn't particularly keen on Debora; she was a little too brash and loud for my liking. But she was my wife's friend and my mate's wife. So, I ignored my feelings.
Debora and Jeff had only been married for about 10 years, they were both late to married life, both had enjoyed their time being single. But they seemed to have settled down now, well Jeff had, they had two children, and they took the responsibility seriously, well, mostly.
The girls weren't drunk; they were a bit giggly; they did behave themselves, well except for Debora, which came as no surprise. She went over the top about me being so kind as to pick them up and wanted to give me a thankyou kiss and a hug. I told her it was okay, and I stayed in the car. It was safer there when Debora was around.
I dropped them all off their respective houses. Heather and I chatted on the way home, I asked if they'd had a good night, they did. She thought that I wouldn't drink too much in case something went wrong, she knew me so well, and she was really grateful. She promised me she'd reward me tomorrow evening. And she did, I could barely walk on Sunday morning; she had lots of fun too.
As we were having dinner on Tuesday, she brought up the subject of last Friday's night out, it appears they had so much fun they'd, like to do it every month, make a regular thing of it. But at her insistence because we went out on a Friday night with other friends, she wanted to change it to Thursday night. Friday was usually a slack day in their office anyway. So, the first Thursday night after payday, they would all go out. Sounded alright to me. I asked if it included Debora, it did. Bugger.
Just a little thing about me. I notice things, personalised number plates that mean something to somebody, the BMW I followed down the road with twin exhaust pipes, but one seemed to be blanked off with a silver insert. What was that all about? Or at work a colleague changing their facial hair, new buildings going up in the distance as I was driving, road markings that have been repainted in a different place, the Flag of the Union upside down (the broad white band nearest the flagpole goes to the top.) When she changed her hair, her perfume or her dresses. What bothered me was, if I was noticing all of this, what other stuff was I missing. So, what do I not see?
The next girl's night out was pretty much the same as the first one, but this time when Heather came downstairs, I saw she'd dressed a bit more, how can we say, smartly, but without being sexy. I commented on this, and she told me that the other girls put her to shame because they all looked smart and she only looked, and she turned the word back on me, 'nice'.
Most Thursdays when they went out. I would get the phone call at 10:45, it had become the normal way of things. I would pick them up and run around dropping them off. I was quite enjoying it. A couple of times when I couldn't do it one of the other husbands did. There are not enough taxis in our town for the first weekend after payday revellers. Then after about five months or so she came down the stairs to go out, she looked more than smart, she looked downright sexy. Again, I commented, she told me that the girls had started to dress better as well, especially Debora and Sally, and she was just keeping up. Hadn't I noticed how good they looked. I pointed out I was generally looking at the road and the girls were in the back of the car, and it was dark when I picked them up.
I think it shocked her when I said. "You be careful out there; you're going to get hit on by a randy stallion who's just been paid, and who thinks he can get a few G&T's into you and then into your knickers."
"Don't be silly sweetheart, I would never do anything like that." That was when her taxi honked at the front door.
That night when I picked them up, I did look at the girls and despite their age they all looked bloody fine. Debora was the last to get in the car and I'm sorry to say I saw her giving a young bloke a big, long kiss. I hope that doesn't get back to Jeff, I will have to ask Heather about that.
I did ask her about it after we dropped all the others off, and she told me Debora was just larking around with the lad, they danced a lot and that she was just being friendly, there was nothing going on.
The following month was pretty much the same except they wanted to go to the nightclub after they finished in the pub. Heather talked to me about it and asked if I was okay with it, and would I still be happy to pick them up at 1:00 when she called. It could be as late as two. I did point out that she had work on Friday, she agreed, but they'd worked out they could have a late start on Friday as it was a slack day in their office. She reminded me that most paperwork didn't hit their desks until Monday morning.
