This is a variation from the original Silver Anniversary Present story. The start is replicated for completeness, so it works as a stand alone story. The point where it diverges from the original text is highlighted.
There are a lot of stories including my own where the wife's behaviour is narcissistic or just outrageous. Responding to feedback, this one tries a slightly different approach, what would a more reasonable wife do in an opportunist situation? It is still a work of erotic fiction and it has cheating elements and no BTB, so try not to take it too seriously and read something better if the topic isn't for you.
Originally blonde, Michelle noticed a few hints of grey beginning, as a result she decided on a trip to her stylist and had it all coloured white along with a sharp bob cut. She looked even more awesome to her husband Harry, both modern and mature at the same time. At 49 years old and 5ft 7 inches, she was hardly 'model-esque', but there was just something about her. Maybe it was the confidence, maturity or classic appearance, she usually dressed in fitted pencil skirts and mid height heels which accentuated her still trim figure. She had one outstanding feature, well two in reality, which her loose tops failed to camouflage; over the years the slight weight gain all seemed to land on her breasts. She had always attracted a lot of male attention, but she was adept at deflecting the 'wannabe Romeos.
Michelle and Harry were nearing their 25th anniversary, a celebration of a long and happy marriage. There was an issue though, Harry had been worried for some time about slowing down sexually. Michelle insisted she was more than happy but it bothered him and the doubts festered in his mind. She rarely instigated sex and didn't seem to get that much from it. The idea that she wasn't fully satisfied niggled away at Harry. He thought she might eventually leave him if she met the right man and there were no shortage of would be suitors; he knew his wife was widely admired and respected. It was obvious that he was 'over thinking' things; but that realisation did little to calm his obsessing. He had read all the stories about affairs and surprise confessions and vowed he wouldn't be left in that position.
Harry was desperate to find a gift for Michelle that expressed his love and appreciation of 25 years of happiness. He dreaded to think what his life would have been without her in it. Her bubbly personality and never ending ideas kept their lives interesting and varied and they shared a wide circle of family and friends. They were simply better together, Michelle blended perfectly with Harry's laid back and quiet nature. Although predictable he narrowed down the gift idea to either an expensive holiday or a diamond eternity ring.
***
Harry was standing talking to Oliver at the neighbourhood BBQ, he was the son of Harry's old college friend who had said that whilst Oliver was academically clever, returning to college for a Phd, he was extraordinarily shy and socially awkward. Harry had found him a research placement for a semester and offered him their garage annex as a place to stay until he found something better, in return for helping him with house renovations.
Oliver blurted out, "Oh my word, who is that... she is absolutely stunning."
Harry looked up to see who he was referring to, expecting to see a young woman, only to be greeted with a view of his wife. He was still trying to work out who Oliver was referring to, when he continued.
"She is like my perfect woman, so classy and her figure is absolutely awesome."
Harry finally realised Oliver was indeed talking about Michelle.
"That would be my wife young man!"
Oliver cringed, once again his social awkwardness betrayed him, "I am really really sorry Harry, I had no idea she was your wife. I am a complete idiot at times... my mouth engages before my brain."
The heartfelt apology removed some of the irritation Harry felt. There was also a realisation that he had stopped looking at his wife in that lustful way; in some ways he took her for granted.
"It's ok, you're right she is pretty awesome. Would you like to meet her, you're going to be living next to us and working on the house after all?"
Harry made the introduction; Oliver was thankful Harry didn't mention his earlier comments. Michelle put Oliver at ease, asking about his family, work and his studies, despite her easy manner his face blushed crimson throughout. As Harry moved over to chat to some other friends, Oliver listened as Michelle continued their conversation but he was distracted. Try as he might he was struggling to tear his eyes and concentration away from her breasts, then he was jolted back to reality.
"Are you enjoying the view?"
Oliver was completely embarrassed and started stammering an apology only to be interrupted, "Try and keep your eyes above the neckline, good grief you'll never get dates ogling every woman you see."
"I don't... not every woman I mean. It's just you, you're... you're beautiful ... I ermm sorry, I should stop digging shouldn't I?"
Michelle laughed, "That's usually best in these situations, but you managed to bail yourself out by saying I was beautiful, no woman ever tires of hearing that."
Oliver was relieved Michelle took his poor behaviour with both good grace and a cheeky sense of humour; they talked comfortably after that. Although obviously shy, Michelle thought Oliver was a nice young man, quiet but funny and beyond cute. He was also handsome, a bit academic looking with a mass of unruly dark hair. Oliver was just about winning the eye line battle, he'd always had a thing for breasts, real ones and there was absolutely no doubt Michelle's were real and well just... massive.
***
The following week Oliver started his work placement, at nights he studied and sorted his own meals, he didn't want to impose on Harry and Michelle any more than he already had. On weekends he was working through a list of renovations at a rapid pace. Michelle was concerned that he didn't seem to have a social life and insisted he only spend a couple of hours in the morning working, there was no rush for anything after all.
Michelle was on her way out for Saturday brunch with friends but she wasn't sure if she liked her new vintage sheath dress. As she was leaving she saw Oliver in the garden and without thinking asked him if she looked ok.
"You look fantastic in whatever you wear."
Then there was silence... Michelle stopped dead and looked at him. Oliver blushed desperately trying to think of something to make his comment seem less abrupt.
It was Michelle's turn to be embarrassed, she should have never of asked him.
"Well that's lovely of you to say, thank you. And here's me thinking you struggled to flirt with women, that was a pretty slick line."
Oliver was relieved and felt the tension drain away, "Thanks, it's easy with you, I just tell the truth! With other people my words get messed up, I think of something, wonder if they will like it, try alternatives and by the time anything sensible comes out of my mouth, they are usually long gone."
"You should stick with the truth and not over think it. Trust yourself, you're a nice guy."
Michelle left with a smile on her face, she was now in a surprisingly good mood and more than a little flustered.
***
That night Michelle told Harry about the encounter with Oliver, they were both amazed at these interactions from their young guest.
"Oliver is a nice guy and he clearly likes you, he has been checking you out for a while now."
"Well he certainly is enamoured by my breasts."
"Aren't we all, I can't blame him for looking, it's hard not to. Do you like the attention?"
"I know I shouldn't, but it is kind of flattering."
"Maybe you should give him a little treat, wear that half cup bra you have, the one that lets your tits sway about."
"Really you want me to torment a man half my age?"
"It's just a bit of flirting and fun, he seems like a really shy guy and maybe he deserves a break."
Michelle was more than dubious, she had worn the bra a few times to please Harry and noticed a lot of guys looking, "I don't know, it feels inappropriate... but I'll think about it!"
Michelle was surprised by Harry's suggestion, he had often urged Michelle to dress more provocatively; maybe he was trying to ramp things up for them in the bedroom. The truth was Michelle was excited by the idea, it wouldn't go beyond a little harmless flirting, but it did feel good to be noticed.
Harry was amazed when he saw Michelle on the following Saturday, he knew exactly what bra she had on under her silk blouse, it was making her tits bounce all over the place! The look was enhanced by a tight fitting pencil skirt and sling back heels. Michelle was equally amazed at herself, this was a step beyond what they tried in the past, but if Harry was encouraging it, she didn't see the harm. Oliver certainly seemed to be appreciating it, despite some heroic efforts not to look too obviously.
She gave him some time to cool off, then feeling more relaxed offered him a mid morning break and a drink. They chatted easily, Oliver admitting to being painfully shy and struggling to approach girls. Michelle found herself offering tips and guidance, mostly about Oliver just being himself, not trying too hard and talking naturally.
Oliver made great progress with painting the house exterior and enjoyed the breaks in Michelle's company. He loved her classic looks and style and enjoyed checking her out when she wasn't looking. Harry watched Michelle's relationship with Oliver develop, It was a strange mix of emotions watching another man checking out his wife. They were becoming more than friendly; maybe Michelle didn't realise just how close they were. Oliver repeatedly confided in her and hung on her every word of advice, smitten would be the old term for it.
"Oliver's confidence certainly seems to be improving."
"Yeah he's absolutely lovely, it's so sad that he didn't work things out earlier, he has missed out on so much; he shared a secret with me."
She hesitated looking around before whispering, "He's never had a serious girlfriend, I feel so sorry for him, at his age it's just not right."
"Wow, that is a surprise."
"Yeah it's the shyness that gets in the way and now it's built up into a major hurdle for him, he is so nervous."
"Well he has no problem checking you out and chatting to you."
"I think it's because I am older... it's safer."
"Nonsense, you are a very attractive woman but you're brilliant at putting people at ease. Although I notice you've kept the flirting going with him, are you enjoying all of the attention.
Michelle thought about it before replying, "I guess there is something in that, he is nice and I like his company. It is flattering for a younger man to say I am attractive and I enjoy our conversations. Actually I have a favour to ask, would you mind if I went out for a meal with him?"
Harry raised his eyebrows.
"It's just to let him practice going out, show him how to act over dinner and drinks. I don't think he has been out much and I am determined to help him find and keep a girlfriend."
Harry could feel Michelle's eyes searching for his reaction, "You do realise he is very attracted to you, maybe even a bit in love with you."
"Don't be daft, that's just some harmless flirting to get him used to being with women, if you're uncomfortable in any way, I won't do it."
"I guess that might be ok, just not local I don't want to have to explain your charitable good cause."
