It's strange how events can change your life. If anybody had told me how things would have turned out, I wonder if I would have moved the same way. My wife was always a shy woman. Never one to push herself to the front. When you see her now it is hard to believe that, but I swear it's true. It all started with a meeting with an old school friend Dave. We got discussing life and marriage. He told me he had moved out of the area for a while. But had returned about two years hence. The drinks flowed and soon the night came to and end. He invited me home for a nightcap, and as he lived on my route I decided to accept.
Although his home was nothing special, the normal suburban semi-detached. His wife, June certainly was. She was small, no more than 5' 2," but perfectly formed, with large breasts, slimish waist, curving out to broad hips, a shape that her flimsy dressing gown did nothing to hide. She poured us both a drink and sat opposite, curling her legs under her in a way that only a woman can. As she moved her dressing gown parted, showing and expanse of leg, which she showed no sign of hiding. Dave caught my stare and smiled. "Ignore June," he said. She finds it impossible for a man to leave the house without getting a flash of her legs. Isn't that right sweetie." June wrinkled her nose at him but said nothing. Dave, seeing the surprise and discomfort on my face, reassured me. Time was getting on, so making excuses I made my way home. Much to the disappointment of June I felt.
The thought of these events, played on my mind, and for the next few weeks thought of very little else. Gradually I forgot about it and I think I would have put it out of my mind if I hadn't bumped into Dave again. "Were having a get together at our house next Saturday night, June asked if you and your wife would like to come." He saw my hesitation. "Don't worry, they are quite informal do's." We parted with my assurance that I would ask Wendy, my wife when I returned home. I never had the chance. As I entered the house, Wendy was on the phone, and from the conversation I could hear, I guessed it was to June. I also could hear her excepting an invitation. Wendy has never been a great partygoer, so I was slightly surprised at her quick acceptance. When I mentioned the fact to her, she said she thought it was time we got out a little more, and made new friends.
That week was a busy one, and I hadn't had much time to think about the weekend's events. But the day of the party arrived and with reluctance prepared myself to the nights events, of which didn't seem such a good idea at that moment, as I was tired from the weeks work. Before I knew it the taxi had arrived. I told him to wait and went upstairs to tell Wendy. She was just in the process of slipping her dress on. Even after over fifteen years of marriage she still looked good. Lately she had lost some weight, and although she had lost none of her curves looked every inch a women. She wore a silver blue dress that sparkled in certain light. It was cut low at the front showing ample cleavage and split high at the side. Higher I thought, than she would normally wear. What was even more remarkable was her underwear, or lack of it. She wore no bra, but her legs were shown to perfection by some shear stockings, supported by a flimsy suspender belt and matching panties. As she moved her legs the top of her stockings was just visible through the side split in the dress.
Neither Wendy nor myself were big drinker now days, so although we hadn't had that much, I felt decidedly light headed and carefree. By the look of Wendy, who was now dancing in quite a provocative way, I think the same could be said for her. I didn't know at the time that our drinks had been spiked, but even if I had, I was past caring.
The night wore on and the music and conversation got louder and more outrageous. I had lost track of Wendy, but was not lonely as a young lady name Helen was keeping me company. She made no pretence of what she wanted, and openly flirted and touched me whenever she got the chance. Normally I would have been keeping a look out for Wendy, as she can be extremely jealous. But tonight I didn't care. And by the look of Wendy when I had last seen her, nor did she. Wendy was no where to be seen, so I decided to take the opportunity to relieve my bladder. The toilette was engaged so I waited patiently outside. I felt a hand on my behind, turning around I saw that it belonged to Helen.
Helen must have been somewhere in her late twenties. She had what you would call a plump figure, but looked delightful. She had a pretty face and sparkling eyes with a pretty smile. I turned around, she moved closer tilting her head backward in an invitation. An Invitation that I didn't refuse and I bent forwards and kissed her. Her mouth opened and her tongue slid into my mouth. I was so pre-occupied that I didn't notice the toilette door open. But I did notice the sparkle of the blue dress as Wendy stormed down the stairs. I disentangled myself from Helen and finishing what I had originally came up here for, made my way downstairs. I tried to talk to Wendy, but she would have none of it, and contented herself with dancing with Steve, Helen's husband. More drinks flowed and I found myself feeling quite unwell. The last I remember was sitting down on the settee.
I awoke with a start, desperately trying to make sense of my whereabouts. I was still on the settee, but covered by some sort of blanket. I sat up, my head throbbing. Wendy was nowhere to be seen, so I made my way upstairs to see if she had also stayed the night. I knew the location of the spare room, so gingerly pushed open the door to check its occupancy. Luckily it was Wendy. She had obviously just rose, and was in the middle of dressing. Hearing the door open, she swung around. Her gaze held none of the hostility of the previous night. In fact she looked more sheepish than angry. Except for a few cursory words we spoke little. I apologised for my previous night's actions, and she told me to forget it. It wouldn't be mentioned again. Feeling relieved at my escape from her wrath, I said no more and we bade our host's goodbye and made our way home.
The following days spread into weeks, and we had no contact with Dave and June. Our life had returned to normal and no more was mentioned of my indiscretion at the party. If anything Wendy seemed a little more loving than usual. I wouldn't say that our sex life was bad. In fact after fifteen years of marriage it was most likely better than most. It just lacked the passion of our earlier days. Not that Wendy was ever what you would call a real passionate woman.
Our lives really changed about two weeks later. Or should I say mine changed about two weeks later. Wendy's had changed a little earlier. I remember it as if it was only yesterday. It was a Wednesday afternoon, and I had returned from work early. This in itself was an unusual occurrence that was caused due to a computer malfunction in the office. As I approached our drive I became aware of a strange car parked in front of the house. I knew Wendy was at home because the downstairs windows were open, and she would never leave the house in that condition. I can't remember being immediately suspicious, but looking back I must have been, because far from announcing my arrival, I crept quietly to the front door. I let myself in with the uppermost stealth, shutting the door quietly behind me. There was no sound from downstairs, but I heard music coming from our bedroom. I silently made my way upstairs. The door to our bedroom was partially open and I slid along the landing to allow myself a view into it. I need not have worried about Wendy hearing me. From the sight that greeted me she had other things pre-occupying her mind. Wendy was naked, lying on our bed with her legs spread apart. Between them was the body of a man, pumping in and out of my wife for all he was worth. I was transfixed. Looking back, I must have suspected something, else why did I spend so much effort creeping about my own house. I didn't move. My emotions quickly ranged from shock to anger and finally to arousal. The sight had me spell bound. The male was obviously reaching a climax to his efforts. He was pushing faster and faster and his buttocks clenched and unclenched with the effort. Wendy's eyes were tightly closed as she thrust he hips to meet his, as if trying to get every inch of him inside her. Her hands were running down his back, leaving scratch marks to chart there route before finally settling on his behind and pulling him into her. I could just hear the sound of his quickened breathing, which was eclipsed with the sound of Wendy's moans as she pushed herself towards orgasm. When it came it was violent. With an almighty scream, she began to shudder. Wrapping her legs tightly around him. Her head moving from side to side. I could see his buttocks squeeze tightly together. That and the groan that escaped from him informed me he was emptying his seed deep inside her.
Unsure of what to do next, I quietly left the house the way I had entered it. I drove back up to the end of the road and sat for a while. My mind was in turmoil. I had just witnessed Wendy, my wife of eighteen years and the forty year old mother of my two children, being screwed rotten by a strange man. What was more confusing was my reaction to it. I found it extremely erotic, the erection that was throbbing in my trousers bearing witness to the fact. The next thought I had was, who was the man? I didn't have to wait long to find out, because from around the bend came her lovers car, driven by Steve, the same Steve from that party. Steve the husband of Helen, who Wendy had caught me in a compromising position with. So that was it, tit for tat. I couldn't really believe that she would do that just to get her own back. But for whatever reason she had. Do it she did.
With Steve's departure I made my way again to our house. This time making no attempt to conceal my presence. On entering the house, I called out. Wendy appeared quickly from the top of the landing, wrapped in her dressing gown and looking slightly flushed and a little bit flustered. She was also wearing make-up. Something she didn't normally do in the daytime unless she had something special on. Well, I knew what the something special was.
"What are you doing home at this time" she asked.
I explained about the computer problem.
"I was just going to have a shower" she replied.
I joined her upstairs, following her along the landing as she made her way to the bathroom. As she reached over the sink to collect some lotions and things. The sort that most married men will have seen, but know nothing about. I placed my arms around her. She stiffened, but relaxed slightly as I kissed the back of her neck, allowing my hands to roam under her gown and to cup her large breasts in my hands. The thought of the sight that had greeted me some minutes earlier was fresh in my mind. I was extremely aroused and my erection was pressing hard into Wendy's back. I leant down, slipping my hands under the rear of her gown. Lifting it up to display her ample bottom. Wendy tried to push me off. Obviously trying to hide the remains of her afternoon's games. I would have none of it, and pushing her legs apart with mine. I released my erection and entered her in one movement. She was hotter than I had ever known, and wet with a mixture of her juices and what I knew to be Steve's semen. I was so aroused that it didn't take long for me to reach a climax. With a huge push, I emptied gush after gush of my hot cum into Wendy. Wendy leant slightly forward, her breathing deep, as she received her second load in the last twenty minutes. The release was fantastic, and as I slid out of her, she turned, kissing me lightly on the lips before removing her robe and stepping into the shower. Satisfied, I made my way back downstairs to think over the last hour's events.
Wendy's Story
When June rang and introduced herself, I was pleasantly surprised. Things had been a little dull of late. This party would give us to make new friends and enjoy ourselves a little more. I had spent too long slopping about in the same old clothes, so decided to take the opportunity to make an effort and buy something special for the occasion. When I first spotted the dress I new is was for me. It was a little more daring than what I would normally wear, but fitted like a glove. I have never gone in for wearing what would be called sexy undies, but when I saw my reflection in the shop mirror, I knew this dress called for something special. It was extra money of course, but when Jed saw them I didn't think he would complain.
I heard the taxi arrive and was just finishing dressing when Jed came in the room. His eyes stood out, and I knew the money was well spent. The party was going well. Although I didn't drink that much, I felt light headed and full of fun. I had been dancing for a while and started to feel guilty about leaving Jed alone for so long. I needn't have worried, the way he was giggling and flirting with some little plump piece. The alcohol was getting to me. I couldn't see Jed so decided to go to the ladies. On exiting the bathroom I could see Jed, but he could obviously not see me. He was in a passionate embrace with the plump girl he had been so fond of downstairs. Her hands were all over his bum, and her tongue was trying to remove his tonsils. I didn't say a word, but pushed past and stormed downstairs.
