He was thinking that perhaps he should have been paying more attention long ago?
Mark Brown stood there behind a row of low bushes, looking over at the woman that just came out of the department store. She was dressed fit to kill, far too much cleavage for the middle of a weekday morning. Her overly high heels caused her breasts to sway with each step, he realized they were certainly not encumbered by any undergarments. Even from the distance from where he stood, he could clearly see the darker circles of her nipples though the pale material of the blouse. The skirt was short, ridiculously short, offset by fishnet type stockings. So short that anyone that saw her would turn to take a second look, and the few people nearby were doing exactly that.
The woman reached the corner and stopped for a moment, her steps had the short choppy style women get when they have on heels overly high. She adjusted the small purse, tugging the strap up higher on one shoulder. Then she reached down with her other hand, lifted her heel to briefly inspect the shoe, like she had felt herself step on something.
The very short skirt had a split at the hem on both sides, for a moment the top of her nylons came into view, held in place by straps and a white lacey garter.
The woman had obviously taken great effort to appear spectacular.
The woman was his wife, Kathy!
Yet it could not be her, Kathy was always dressed conservatively, modest. Her normal attire was slacks and a blouse, sometimes a vest, or a dress that would fit in with a typical business type atmosphere.
He had never seen her like this, not looking like an on the expensive side lady of the evening. It was a shock to his system, this just could not be.
He had seen her that way many times at home, teasing him delightfully in the privacy of their bedroom or living room. Often that would start earlier in the evenings, after dinner he would settle into his favorite chair.
Then she would begin the game, coming out in one of his shirts, a single button holding it closed. Sitting carelessly, she would expose just enough skin that she knew he would notice. Mark loved those times, Kathy would sit with her knees pulled up into a hug, knowing he could see almost all the way between her legs. Then appearing to adjust her recliner for more comfort, she would tip it back and elevate her long legs. The torment would continue until she got him to grab for her.
More than once he had taken her on the carpet, a few times he had her bent over the washing machine in the middle of a weekend afternoon.
The strip teases were the best, she would begin to dance for him, using peek a boo moves mercilessly until finally he would go after her in total lust. More than once his sperm was already flooding out before he could even get her down, but that didn't matter. Mark always stayed firm anyway, and those orgasms took longer to reach and were the finest of all.
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Mark blinked and looked closer, there was no doubt. This was her, his Kathy, the lighter colored wig she wore was not enough to disguise her.
Whatever she was doing, she was not doing it for him. He felt a mixture of lust for her and an inner shock at seeing this, realized he had an enormous erection. She was teasing, like she often did at home, yet she was on a public street?
Suddenly it hit him that he had his hand in his pocket, touching himself. Looking around quickly, he saw a matronly older woman nearby staring at him with an odd expression. She glanced out at the woman across the street and back, giving him a knowing grin that made Mark blush.
He quickly headed for his rental car, his face flushed red.
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Mark was supposed to be in Denver, that is what he had told his wife Kathy just the morning before. He really hated the idea of lying to her, it was something that in over three long years of marriage he just had not done.
Of course he met a solid string of females while traveling, no end to them at all. The job was big business, conferences, planning and trouble shooting. Mark looked and sometimes felt the urges he remembered from when he was single, but no way would he ever act on any of them.
He was far too much in love with Kathy, she was wonderful, his entire world when he was home. Even half way across the Nation, he counted the moments until the huge jets took off. It meant home, a few weeks with her before the next project.
This situation that had developed with her was actually not something he felt he could approach head on, with a confrontation. He had to know the truth, know what she was up to and seeing it with his own eyes was the only way to be sure.
That is exactly what he should have done, but there was that one terrible experience far back in his own life.
Deep down, his fear was that his wife Kathy was having an affair. That was something he would not be able to stand for, he knew that. Even the thought of that had caused his fists to clench, he had even managed to draw a drop of blood from one of his palms before getting himself back under control.
Not again. He knew he would not be able to take that, not again.
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His first marriage to what had turned out to be a genuine bitch named Jasmine had broken up over exactly the same thing, two short years into that one he lost track of her at a party one night.
The party was at a rather large estate with nearby woods and trails, there were lots of places to vanish to and Mark was almost in a panic, thinking she had fallen into the close by river or gotten lost.
He didn't find her until nearly an hour later, she was as completely drunk and stoned as a human being can be and still stand up. This had now happened several times, Jasmine had no control over her use of alcohol and it was becoming an irritant. Often her eyes looked odd, reddish, but she denied every using any kind of drug.
Once every couple of weeks or so she insisted on going out with her friends, time alone and just for her she called that. Those normally ended up with her staggering in late and sleeping until the next afternoon. Another irritant, and the last few months a source of frequent arguments.
The arguments weren't really bad, Mark was always fairly mellow and didn't even raise his voice much. Jasmine's denials that anything was going on usually settled things down, Mark believed her.
It was just the drinking, the late nights. They were infrequent when he was home, but several times his phone calls went to voice mail when he was out of town.
Mark spent a lot of time out of town on his job, so for the first year he simply did not know about those nights out. Jasmine would be there at home when he arrived, everything perfectly normal.
One trip he came home early, she wasn't home. When she did get in around 2 AM, she was fairly well soused. That was when she told him that she just got bored being all alone so much and sometimes went out for drinks with her girlfriends.
"Girls night out, no boys!" She told him.
That should have raised all sorts of red flags, since that is how things get started. But she insisted that it was just the women having fun, nothing going on.
After that, she sometimes went out even when he was home.
The current party they were at were mostly people she knew, Jasmine had insisted this time he come along, telling him she was sure he would enjoy himself.
"This party will have most of the husbands there, and lots of pretty women, you will like it." She smiled.
"But I won't know anyone there." He had protested.
"You will real quick, they are lots of fun. Plus you will get to meet my girlfriends." She smiled again in encouragement.
He really hadn't enjoyed it much, the people were all on the loud and wild side, far too much for Mark's taste. He saw several of them over in the corner passing a pipe back and forth, he knew what that was and didn't like it one bit.
Mark did dance a few times, uncomfortable when every single one of them plastered themselves too close to him. Several of the women there had on outfits that displayed one heck of a lot of skin, including Jasmine.
