I watch as my wife walked into the Kitchen. She was dressed in her old pyjamas, certainly not very flattering. Even at 47 still the most beautiful women I had ever known. At 5' 9" and 135 pounds and with what I call real women curves. Large melon shape breasts and a nice arse, real women curves.
She casually meanders across the room puts her hand up to my check and softly kissed me on the lips "Good morning Hun, sleep well?" then continues across the room to pour herself some coffee.
The first time I laid eyes on Kath it was the real women curves that had me out of my chair and crossing the room to speak to her. I soon found even though she was softly spoken Kath was smart funny and very comfortable with whom she was. The boobs and arse helped but it was the smart and funny that had me head over heels with this young high school maths teacher before the night had ended. Some may call me tall dark and ruggedly handsome. Having worked in construction from the age of 16 I have always been fit and strong. Then as I spent more time in the office and less on the tools I discovered the gym. Still every time I look at Kath I think what a lucky bastard I am and that I am punching way out of my weight class.
She turned to catch me staring at her, held up the coffee pot "More coffee Hun?"
I shake my head "No thanks"
I am angry. I am not the guy that gets angry I am the guy that gets things done. I have taken a small construction company that first took me on working after school, to a major firm that I now own. I never get angry, I never yell, I just make things happen through the share will and strength of my personality. That self-belief and confidence is why, a way to beautiful high school maths teacher married this construction worker.
Across the room there was the most beautiful woman that I had ever known and we had not slept together for over two months. When we were first married we were at each other all the time, three times a day. When the kids came along we settled into more like three times a week and the occasional weekend away where we went at it again like when we were first married. Then a year and a half ago Kath moved into the spare room. Work had been crazy. One of my senior project managers had left. With all our normal work we had also taken on two other major projects. Which left me working long hours and very restless at night. I continually thought about work. Kath was simply not getting any sleep and it was starting to affect her work. So she moved into the guest room. On weekends she would return to our room and at least once a week come visit, sometimes staying, other times returning to what she now called her room. Somewhere along the line, the during the week visits stopped. Then we missed the odd weekend. Until now it has been over two months since I last had sex with my wife. I was angry. Angry with myself I was the one that had let this happen.
I heard my wife "Tom are you listening? If you do not get a move along you will be late for work"
She crossed the room put her had on my cheek and reached up to kiss me.
I pulled her tight into me, looked her in the eyes before growling "Tonight I am coming home to fuck my wife" Then kissed her. Her first reaction was to push away from me but I held her tight. Then she was kissing me back and pushing herself against me. I broke the kiss turned and walked out the door.
At just after seven I walk through the door at work. Allison at the reception desk greets me with her usual, "I'm making coffee, do you want some?"
"Thanks that would be great." I answer. I don't expect any of the ladies in the office to make coffee for me, but if someone is getting themselves a cup then they usually offer to serve others. The girls have it down to a fine art. They wait until I get up to get my second cup and ask if anyone else needs a top up then all five of them say yes. It's been going on like that for years and they still think it's hilarious.
Allison has worked for me for seven years. I still remember the day she came in for the job interview. She was 21, a single mom whose boyfriend abandoned her and their beautiful little girl when he decided he wasn't husband or father material. Her parents were both dead and Allison was on her own.
At the last minute her babysitter had cancelled on her, so Allison boldly showed up to the interview with one year old Chelsie on her hip. She apologised and then got on with the interview. Allison was not the most qualified or experienced candidate but I saw something in her and never regretted hiring her. When Kath found out about Allison and Chelsie, she immediately adopted them as family. At work Allison calls me Tom or Mr Harrison away from work both her and Chelsie call me Poppy.
I walk down the hall past accounts calling out, "Morning, ladies."
"Morning, Tom." They answer.
Sandra, my PA, is already in my office. Kath always describes Sandra as a sexual harassment case waiting to happen, in her short dresses and low cut blouses. She continually flirts with all the guys and even some of the girls. She tends to talk first and think later but I'm not sure she's even aware of her behaviour at times. The rest of us at Wilson Construction just accept her for who she is.
"Morning, Boss," she says.
"Morning, Sandra."
We spend the next ten minutes going through the schedule for the day, sorting out what I need to do and what I can hand off to her. Next, the agenda for Friday's management meeting is set. The second floor crew, three department heads, three senior project managers, four junior project managers and two administrative office staff. I have built a strong and successful company. Not included in the meeting are all the guys actually working on site and the sub-contractors we employ.
Just then Allison comes in, "Coffee and a message from your wife."
"Thanks for the coffee. What's the message?" I ask.
"Her message says, yes please, but do not forget that it's the third Friday of the month and you are going over to Sue and Paul's place for dinner and cards."
"Thanks, Allison."
The rest of the day it's business as usual.
I'm a little late getting home. Kath is in the kitchen dressed and ready to go. She is wearing a black dress that finishes just above her knees with a neckline just low enough to feature her beautiful breasts. As always I'm struck with how stunning she is.
"Sorry, I'm late. I'll just grab a quick shower and will be down in ten." Then I quickly turned taking the stairs two at a time. True to my word I'm back quickly and say, "Wow! Kath, you look amazing."
"Well, thank you kind sir." She says while walking over to put her hand on my cheek and then kissing me lightly on the lips. "Let's go. We do not want to be late."
We drive in silence, Kath on her iPhone sending a message to our daughter, Willow, who is in her second year of college. Our son, Brett, is a year ahead of his sister. Not a word is said about this morning's conversation.
Thirty minutes later we pull into Sue and Paul's driveway. Two and a half hours later we are standing at the door saying our goodbyes.
Paul says, "Are you sure you won't stay a little longer? We could fit in one more game."
Sue looks a little stunned and Paul, clueless, when Kath says, "Sorry Paul, we have to go. I am on a promise."
Paul looks confused as he repeats, "Promise?"
Sue just gives him a look and says, "She is going to get laid." Then she moves to Kath and lightly kisses her on the lips. Kath leans in to whisper in Sue's ear. They both smile.
Sue comes over and kisses me on the lips and I feel hers part, her tongue quickly flicking over my mouth. It's just a bit longer than a friendly goodbye kiss but not so long that Paul would notice. Of course, Kath does.
Sue whispers, "If you are going to fuck her tonight, make sure you make love to her in the morning."
The first ten minutes on the drive home are silent with an uneasy tension between us. Kath breaks the silence by saying, "Do you like my tits in this dress? Paul certainly did. He couldn't take his eyes off them."
I just smile. "You know I married you for your mind, but yes, that is one sexy dress and I love your tits in it. However, I'm not sure I like Paul staring at your tits."
"But you are ok with my best friend slipping you the tongue."
Before I can reply, she slides her dress high up her thigh and says, "Do you think I have sexy legs?" Then she grabs my hand and places it on the inside of her thigh, just below her dress line. She looks over and smiles.
"I have always thought everything about you is sexy." My smile is more like a silly grin.
Then Kath reaches in her handbag and pulls out a pair of black lacy panties which she drops into my lap.
Now I work in construction and have a degree in Engineering that took me eight years of night school to get. I analyse everything.
Most of the night the four of us had been together. About a half hour before we left Kath went to the bathroom. So if those are the panties she had on when we left home, then for the last half hour she has been walking around Sue and Paul's house with no panties at all.
"You have no panties on." I say, stating the obvious.
She just pushes my hand further up her leg until my fingers reach her wet, exposed pussy.
"You took your panties off? You have been walking around Sue and Paul's house with no panties?"
She looks directly into my eyes, while my right hand is still gently teasing her pussy and says in a slightly breathless voice, "I never even put them on. They have been in my bag the whole time."
