I woke up with a start, saw the television showing something strange, not the film I had been watching. Giving my head a shake, I looked at my watch; it was nearly half past two. My dear wife, Mandy, I thought, must be still out on her colleague's hen night. It was rather unusual for her to go out for an evening without me but I was glad she had the chance.
Looking after our three kids, combined with her work as a teaching assistant, gave her very little opportunity to let her hair down. At thirty-four, she was still a real cracker, but had very little chance to display her charms. When she was getting ready to go out earlier she had to fight me off several times, she wore a shortish black leather skirt and a simple white top showing her bare shoulders and a little cleavage.
She had her hair done especially and with her big hoop earrings, a little heavier on the make up, and her four-inch black court stilettos, she looked fantastic. It must have been the taxi pulling up that woke me, I could now hear Mandy having a fight with her key and the front door lock.
I took pity and went and opened the door, there she was my beautiful wife, having added to her attire a ridiculously large sombrero hat. "Hello handsome, I'm pissed, I'm pissed as a newt..." With these slurred words she went to put her arms around me but missed her step. I also missed trying to catch her and she ended up sitting on the hall floor, looking up at me and giggling.
I did not get any sense out of her and managed to get her undressed and into bed without waking the kids. That was it for the night but I had a very pleasant surprise in the morning. She woke me up with a gentle kiss and said, "Be quite, we don't want to wake the kids. I must go to the loo first but then I want a good seeing to. I feel randy." As she got off the bed she turned and added, "Randy, but with one hell of a headache."
I already had a good 'morning woody', so I gently held it to ensure it was still around when she returned. She was soon back and, straddling me, replacing my hand with her own, she used our 'mutual friend' to stimulate her pussy and clit. My dear wife seemed to need very little preparation. Very soon she was impaled and working herself up and down with considerable vigour.
It had been a good few years since I had been woken up in such a manner. It sure was nice. I had to provide very little of the effort but we soon received equal pleasure. As she collapsed onto my chest the usual happened, our youngest, aged seven, thankfully knocking on the door first giving time for me to pull the cover over Mandy, came rushing in. "Come on you lazy pair, it is nearly time to get off to school."
Life was instantly back to normal, we were rushing around getting the kids and ourselves ready for the day. All me managed was a brief cuddle and mutual thanks for a great time.
While at work that day my mind, and our 'mutual friend' recalled his morning exercise on numerous occasions. We both really enjoyed sex with each other but the opportunity, and possibly the inclination, did not seem to occur more than once a week or so. The memory of the morning kept me semi hard just about all day. It was strange behaviour on my wife's part, but I was not complaining.
Arriving home, as usual two hours later than Mandy I got a pleasant surprise. I expected to have to fight off the youngest insisting on me kicking a football with him in the garden, and refereeing which of the twins got to use the messaging on the PC.
Greeting me at the door was my wife dressed in a black dress with white polka dots and a vivid red sash. Above and below the dress acres of flesh was on display, her bare shoulders, plus a fair view of her reasonable boobs at the top. Her superb long legs were enhanced by the same stilettos as she had worn the night before.
She wrapped herself around me giving me a cuddle and full tongue kiss. Putting her hand on my crotch, she said, "I see you are pleased to see me. Let's give him some more exercise in bed, come on."
As we went up the stairs I asked, "Who are you? What have you done with my wife, and for that matter what have you done with my kids?"
She soon had me in the bedroom and started removing my shirt. "The lad is at Mum's and the girls are on a sleep-over, the night is all ours, my darling. As you appear to have forgotten I will now remind you that I am your wife." She was stripped even before I had removed the rest of my clothes and there followed an almost exact repeat of our morning work out.
The improvement was that we were able to snuggle up when we had finished and thank each other properly. "That was good, if you are my wife explain who I have been living with for the last few years. She was great but you are much more sexy looking and definitely more randy. Talking of randy this started when you were out last night, what did you get up to?"
"I have not had a night on the town with the girls for years and I had a great deal of fun. I drank way too much, I got ogled by lots of guys, I drank some more and then had several dances with different guys."
"Just what did all these guys do, it seemed to have a very therapeutic effect on you, and I am all in favour. You must go out more often."
"Darling, all the attention and it was quite a lot, reminded me that I am still a sexually attractive female. Bringing up the kids, doing the chores, going to work and loving my wonderful husband is fine but it reminded me what we have been missing. I am glad it did, twice in one day already and you are not finished yet I promise."
"I like it, I like it a lot. So are you going to keep me in bed all night or have you got anything else in mind while I recuperate?"
"I expect our 'mutual friend' will be a while yet, so do you feel like taking your still sexy wife out for a drink and a bar snack? You can drive because you are not allowed to drink more than the odd pint. I do not want us to get back with you suffering from 'brewers droop'."
How could I argue? Life was great, we both had a shower and I changed and went down stairs while Mandy was fixing her makeup. When she came down she looked fantastic, dressed as earlier but she had added a denim waistcoat, presumably a little warmer but it did not hide much of her lovely flesh.
As we walked to the car I said, "That get up will have the guys ogling my beautiful wife even more than what you had on last night."
As I held the car door open she flashed an indecent amount of thigh and asked, "You don't mind guys looking at my sexy body do you? It will be your body that it is wrapped around later, not theirs."
I climbed in and, as I pulled away, said, "The effect it had on you last night I intend to parade you in front of as many men as possible tonight. You look good enough to get most trousers stirring."
She giggled at that, "I am not sure how many 'stirred', as you put it, by ogling me while I was perched on a bar stool or doing some fast dancing. My apparently still attractive body did feel some interesting 'stirring' when I was slow dancing though."
I reached over and caressed her thigh, "I expect there will be plenty of ogling tonight, but with me around I am not sure how easy it will be for you to verify you have got a reaction."