Firstly thanks to all those people who cared to read my 1st submission and gave precious feedbacks. Thanks a lot indeed! This story is of course a work of fiction just like my 1st one. Hope you all like it as well.
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As I washed my face and saw myself in the mirror, I didn't like the image. I am Frank. At forty one I am not at all what I was, say, ten years ago. Not that people remain same as age marches on. But my image had gone a strong change. No I never had looks of a hunk with a great body or something but I wasn't that bad either. But now as I checked myself in the mirror I saw a pale, lean man. I have lost considerable weight. I am 6'1 and I work in an executive position in a firm. My wife, Kate, also works in quite a good position in another firm. She recently turned 38 but no one can say she is more than 32 that's because she has maintained herself. With big boobs, broad tight hips, milky complexion and cheese-smooth skin she is definitely a head turner.
Still we don't have a sex life. The blame should go to me. I have lost my libido quite a bit. That's why even after months when I get some erection it just subsides before I can even put it inside her. Kate loves foreplay. We used to do it so erotically initially. Now everything seems so disappointing. I felt bad about myself and more importantly about Kate. Though she never complained but of course I could understand the thing. Even with a husband at home she couldn't have sex, couldn't release and sometimes the gap was of about seven eight months! Last time I had sex with her was four months ago. I lasted for just a mere one minute. She was disappointed but she knew she couldn't help. Nor could I. From the time we got married, that's fifteen years ago, I thought I would always keep her satisfied in every way possible, even sexually. The kind of erotic aura that Kate reflects demanded that the husband she got should at least fuck her every alternate day, at least. But was I doing that? The answer was disturbing.
As I finished washing my face I came out of the washroom I realized this isn't the moment to think about those things and get depressed because I was in a party. It was a formal party given by the firm in which Kate used to work. They had some recent success and hence the party. I took a drink and started looking for Kate. Though the party was a formal one but spouses were allowed. Thus, my presence had to be there. With time I loathed parties. The fact that lead me to such feelings was Kate. Here I was, a lean man with pale dull looks with a wife who was in all means erotic redefined! Her girth was bigger than me too! She had a heavy set figure, not that she was overweight but she had much more 'presence' than me, if you get what I mean.
As I saw where Kate was sitting, I thought,
"Ya I am lean and pale and all that but still I was lucky to have a wife like Kate."
As I watched her from a distance with all the clouds of thoughts in my mind I decided t o study her again. She was wearing a black business suit with a red shirt. It was well buttoned so that not an inch of her cleavage was visible. Along with the suit she was wearing black skirt. It was till her knees. She was sitting on a distant couch with a drink in her hands. Kate was laughing her heart out. As my eyes went bedside her, there was a man sitting with her who was chattering something continuously making her laugh like mad. Soon my mind flashed back to a conversation which Kate and I had after a party, few months ago...
We were driving back home from that party and were talking.
"Who was the man?" I asked.
"Who?" Kate said, taken aback a bit.
"The man you were talking to all the while in the party?"
"Oh! He is Mic."
"Mic!"
"Ya. Every one calls him Mic."
"But who is he?"
"He is the head of the marketing division."
"But does he often talk to you? I mean all the time?"
"What are you coming to Frank?"
"I mean is he your boss?"
"Yes. But not immediate boss, I am not in his department. But still his position is quite superior in the firm. That way he is my boss, ya."
"Are you jealous?" Kate asked further.
"Me? Why? Do I need to be?"
"No you don't need to be. But he has a very good sense of humor."
"What about his wife?"
"He is divorced, couple of years back."
"Oh! What's his age like?"
"He is fifty seven or something."
"Fifty seven? He has maintained well huh? I thought he is about my age! Now I am really jealous!"
We shared a hearty laugh as we reached home that day. But now...
But now I watched both Mic and Kate were chatting and laughing together. Mic was wearing a blue suit. He had very short hairs. He looked healthy. I turned to take another drink and the moment I turned towards them again I saw that none of them were laughing. In fact they were looking damn serious. What could be the matter? All of a sudden. Did Mic say something that Kate didn't like? I was so much into watching them that I almost forgot that I was in a party. There were other people also in the party. I collided with a man and the drink was all over my suit. He apologized, so did I. I started walking towards the washroom. But when I reached close to the washroom I saw Mic getting up and disappearing in to a corridor. As he disappeared he showed a key to Kate from where he was and hid that same key inside a flower vase. Kate looked at him from where she was and when he disappeared she seemed to look for someone, probably me. I intentionally hid myself in such a manner so I could see her from where I was but it would be hard for her to find me. I just somehow had an eerie feeling about the whole thing and I desperately wanted to go to the core of the matter. After couple of minutes Kate stood up slowly and walked up to the flower vase. As she was walking she was looking all around the hall as if she didn't want anybody to know what her real intentions were. "But why?" I thought and slowly started following her.
Kate stopped for a while in front of the flower vase and looked all around. As she scanned the hall I turned my back to her. After few seconds I slowly turned towards her. I saw Kate picking up the keys from the flower vase and then she disappeared into the same corridor as Mic did few minutes ago. The look on her face told it all. She was nervous. As if she was about to do something that she never ever had tried to attempt before. Few things came to my mind but I brushed them aside even before they could try to coax me to accept them. The thoughts were hazy and I wanted them to remain that way. I had a feeling that if those thoughts became clear, then may be my life will become hazy. Never the less it was just a feeling and with that feeling I walked towards the corridor. From a distance I watched Kate inserting the key and opening one of the many doors that were present in the corridor. She stepped inside, the door closed and I could see no more. I ran towards that door but it was closed, may be locked from inside. When I was sure there was no other way for me to see what was happening inside, I sketched a plan.
I immediately ran towards the hall stopped a boy who was serving drinks and asked him,
"Hey I have left something on to that room over there, the keys are also inside and the door isn't opening either."
"Let me try it from the hind window sir. That's open I believe."
"Oh yes the hind window! Thanks, I will do that myself."
"You sure?"
"Ya its ok don't worry. Where is the window?"
"That side."
He showed me the direction. Luckily the hind window was open. I looked inside. The room was lit and standing in the middle of it were Mic and Kate, Mic being naked. Stark naked. I couldn't believe it. Mic was standing completely naked in front of my wife. He slowly pulled the hair pin from her head and her neatly done bun got released. Her hairs fell down. It was till her shoulders and a bit more. Some of her hairs were covering her face also.
"I don't why did I accept your proposal?" Kate said, almost in a sexy whisper.
"I know why you are her Kate. You need satisfaction. Even I want satisfaction. From the last two years I never had sex with anyone. I know how sex starved you are, same is true for me also Kate." Saying so Mic removed the hairs from her face and kissed her on her lips. She Kate also responded. Slowly the kiss which looked very lazy to begin with became a very urgent one. Both were thrusting their tongues inside one another and exploring like never before.
Standing beside the window and witnessing the scene inside never did I want to stop them. Mic wasn't a swine. He was a respected man working in a superior position. Moreover he didn't seduce her. Now it was clear to me as to what could have happened in the hall...