I think we were a fairly typical couple. By 'we' I mean me Rob and my wife Helen. We had two children Mark and Christine who were both at University leaving us as empty nesters. Except for vacations and the prospect that the kids might return after Uni or at any time they were short of cash.
Both 45 years old we had known each other for 37 years, neighbours and close friends at primary school, we sat next to each in lessons. When the usual male female groups formed at senior school we still sat next to each other in Maths despite the endless ribbing we both received from our peers. We had a good laugh and usually raced through the work. Pretty much on a par we seemed to work better together, one of us finding the answer if the other was struggling. The subject was a breeze; our teacher was delighted often leaving us to our own devices. Once the work was done we discussed our ambitions and plans. Many of these involved travel and a growing list of the places we needed to see and the adventures we'd have when doing so.
On my side the ribbing ceased as Helen became one of the first girls to mature in our year and the guys suddenly got jealous. I suffered an endless stream of boys asking about Helen or asking me to put in a good word. Her sudden developed certainly attracted a lot of attention, as a result we drifted and for the first time didn't sit next to each other in our final year. We saw less of each other around town and school although she was still friendly when we did meet. I always felt pretty average and knew Helen was in a different league even attracting attention from older boys which she seemed to enjoy.
It was in that final year that all of the girls seemed to develop. Previously plain girls discovering makeup, hair styling, fashion, push up bras and fitness regimes. To me they all seemed to look good, many catching up with or surpassing Helen.
I was a pretty average guy, average height, average looks and average coc... anyway I'd carried extra weight through school which didn't help my self-esteem but somehow I got myself fitter. I was surprised at the end of school when Helen asked why I had never asked her out. I explained that she was out my league and that it was hard to compete with the number of guys chasing her, there was always someone chatting her up. Her reply left me slightly bemused.
"You should have done Rob. I always liked you, you're funny, listen properly and are really good company. We always got on so well and we have adventures still to plan."
I was shocked, but eventually build up the courage to ask if she really meant it and if so whether she would go out with me. I was even more surprised when she said yes. We never looked back after that. Over the next few years I gained more confidence and ended up happy in no small part to Helen. She was engaging, positive and for some inexplicable reason in love with me.
We got married at 21 and our family followed shortly afterwards. We both struggled to keep the weight off over the following years. Thankfully my keen if unskilled interest in sports helped. Helen struggled more after the kids but I wasn't complaining especially as most of it had gone on her breasts and bum and to me she just looked more voluptuous. That was not her view however; she hated how it made her look and feel.
With the kids away at University that all changed when she joined a gym and swim club. She dropped a lot of weight, leaving a still curvy but trim 38c 28 36 figure and was down to her 140lb goal weight. She was 5ft 7 with long curly red hair that hung down her back and green eyes. She loved classic films from the 1950's and favoured vintage fitted pencil skirts, flared dresses and matching jackets of that era.
She was an elderly care nurse, calm in a crisis and gave the impression of always being in control. I thought the best thing about her weight loss was an obvious regaining of self-confidence, she was more positive and back to the bubbly enthusiastic personality I had dated all those years ago. There was an additional benefit that our sex lives also picked up, I was really getting to like the empty nest syndrome.
One drawback of her recent changes was more interest from guys. She had always attracted male attention during our marriage but she seemed to be enjoying that attention more than before. To me she was flirting, but whenever I mentioned it she casually palmed it off saying she was just being friendly.
It came to a bit of a head at her Christmas party where she spent a lot of time dancing with the doctors from her hospital ward. In between dances she chatted to the same group of 5 or 6 guys. I was pleased for her at first but it got pretty old pretty quickly, especially when the alcohol flowed at one of them got a bit 'handsy'.
I was just starting to go over when an elegant lady I vaguely recognised grabbed my arm and led me out for a dance, as we danced she introduced herself as Vanessa and explained that she worked with Helen which explained my recollection. She mentioned seeing me and not wanting me standing alone without company. I wondered if she was running interference for Helen. After the dance she led me back to a group of attractive and professional looking women and made introductions. They were all very chatty and friendly, sometimes resting a hand on my shoulder or touching my hand. I wasn't sure what was going on. Shortly afterward a guy came over suggesting I was getting too friendly with his wife I replied that I had no idea who his wife was when Vanessa turned toward him, with a furious look in her eyes.
"You have got a fucking nerve Bill after fawning over Helen for the past hour. I'd suggest you warn your friends about that too or you won't be the only one sleeping on the couch tonight."
The rest of the women in the group looked on as a very twitchy Bill backed away to his group. A few brief conversations later and the guys around Helen seemed to disperse. Vanessa apologised for the mini scene but that it needed saying and asked if I was ok?
The truth was that I wasn't! I approached Helen about it she dismissed it as harmless flirting. When I told her about Vanessa and Bill she lost some of her bravado. I also suggested she might have some fences to mend with the other woman.
I went on, "To be honest Helen I don't blame the guys, that was full on flirting and it was obvious to everyone you were enjoying the attention. Did you ever stop to think about how that made me feel?"
I managed to get a half-hearted apology, irritated at that response I insisted we leave the party early.
We endured a moody and quiet drive home in the taxi. Back sitting in our kitchen I broached the subject again. She changed tact completely admitting that the party had been a thrill. She had enjoyed all of the male attention and it made her feel desirable again providing a massive ego boost.
She went on, "I'm sorry if that embarrassed you but you are going to get the benefit now, I want you to fuck me."
Helen had never been so direct or spoken like that and I wasn't going to turn down the offer. We literally ravished each other and continued long into the night experiencing some of the hottest sex of our 24 year marriage.
We talked about it again the next day, with me feeling slightly uneasy but certainly enjoying the end result. Helen explained again that she thought the flirting harmless to others, but it was turn on for her and a bit of a fantasy. She loved the cut and thrust of the edgy conversations and innuendos and was proud she could hold her own in the conversations with the bright young doctors. It was flattering to see guys check her out and she felt naughty but safe because I was there.
She asked if I had been turned on by her flirting. I wasn't sure how to answer. I had watched her proud that she looked so attractive and liking the fact other men desired her, but it was mixed with feelings of jealousy. What I really liked was how hot and attractive she looked especially in her retro flared skirt which accentuated her femininity.
She suggested that if seeing her was turn on, the next time we went out for a date she would wear the vintage underwear I loved and in return she could play out her fantasy and flirt a bit if the opportunity arose. I hesitated unsure until she grabbed my crotch promising that again I would be the one to benefit from any arousal. I hardened deciding I should benefit immediately. I unzipped my fly and pushed her down toward my now raging cock which she readily accepted. Again this was a novel; Helen wouldn't normally have gone along with an unplanned blow job and certainly not without a shower in advance.
It was a week later that we got ready for a night out. Helen had taken her shower and put on her makeup, going all out with false eye lashes, red lipstick, newly polished nails. Was she getting ready for me or to show off to other men? Either way it felt exciting. I chose her red satin French knickers with matching bra and suspender belt with seamed black stockings and sling back high heels. These were covered by a fitted pencil skirt with a split to the thigh, and a cream silk blouse which hinted at the red bra underneath when the two fabrics made contact.
We sat on the high stools in the corner of the bar. I was content to be chatting to and unashamedly ogling my beautiful wife. I loved the idea of what she had on just underneath and thought she looked absolutely stunning. We enjoyed a few drinks and I thanked her numerous times for getting all glammed up, reminding her how good she looked. She reassured me that she liked doing it for me and it actually felt really sexy especially the stockings.
It was then I noticed a young guy checking Helen out in a rather obvious manner. She noticed him as well and began looking both excited and nervous, turning slowly to see him staring at her. I saw Helen's eyes meet his and a faint smile appearing on his face.
I spoke quietly to Helen, "He wants you to know that he likes you and me being with you doesn't put him off"
Helen blushed, "Oh My God, he's fit and handsome but can't be more than in his mid 20s."
A little while later, I noticed the split in Helen's skirt fall open a little as she crossed her legs flashing quite an expanse of thigh. I wonder how much the guy could see from his angle.
"Having fun?" I remarked.
"I do feel quite naughty, what if he comes over?"
I wasn't really sure saying "We agreed to do this but it's just a bit flirting... we aren't going too far."
A little while later Helen went to the toilets. I couldn't help fixing my eyes on her sexy ass as she walked away from me. I wasn't the only one, the guy's eyes were transfixed on her, looking up and smiling at her as she passed. I couldn't tell if she was smiling back at him. When she was returning the guy said something to her, she stopped and started talking to him.
I felt so nervous, she spoke to him for a while and then to my concern took a seat next to him. As she sat the split in her skirt opened again flashing a stocking top. My heart beat faster as I realised she did that deliberately, but I wasn't sure if it was for my benefit or his.
I could see him looking at Helen's leg. It's a strange mix of emotions watching another man checking out your wife. They seemed to be chatting easily and laughing, it looked like he was paying her lots of compliments by her reactions.
I saw her point at me nodding and wondered if she was telling him who I really was or making up a story. She touched his arm as they continue to chat as he inched closer.
I was watching my beautiful wife flirting with a young guy and I was having to adjust myself from the excitement. Helen looked across maybe looking for any sign of concern then winked at me.
They continued to talk; it must have been 20 minutes by now. Then I saw his arm loop behind her back, she adjusted her position slightly. I couldn't tell if his hand just slid a little lower and wondered if he had a hand on her arse.
