I like the loving wives category but it can be difficult to come up with something different and the comments are often ruthless. My stories try to explore alternate realities or situations with angst.
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This is a companion piece to: 'Chair of the Women's institute.' It is centred on two minor characters mentioned in that story; but works as a stand-alone, without needing to read the original.
Best Wishes, Satin.
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Steve and Tony had previously shared a drunken confession about the mature women they fancied. Steve picked a family friend and neighbour called Anne, a married curvy brunette in her mid-40s with a bubbly personality. Despite the age gap, she was interested in how he was doing and took the tome to talk to him. He was attracted to her but she was destined to remain an unobtainable crush, still... it was nice to dream.
Tony admitted being attracted to another neighbour Margo for years, she was the Chair of the Women's Institute and was often at his house organising institute business with his mum. He thought she was around 50, married to a high flyer with grown up kids. In an almost surreal turn of events, Tony had become close to Margo and they embarked on a passionate affair, after she'd discovered her husband's own infidelity. That led to a now open marriage which kept them together for practical purposes and his political career.*
(*See the original story: 'Chair of the Women's Institute' for more details.)
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Anne looked into the mirror and saw the middle aged woman looking back at her. Her face hadn't changed much except for a few extra wrinkles, while her long dark hair still flowed over her shoulders. She sighed not liking the rest of what she saw, the thicker middle and rounder hips in particular. Thankfully her very significant bust covered or a least distracted from a lot of her other features; but it didn't stop her conclusion of feeling frumpy and an underlying sense of failure.
No wonder she couldn't entice her husband Tim to show more of an interest in her! All her efforts to engage and seduce him seem to fall short; maybe they had 'settled' for each other. Tim was nice enough and very caring, she loved him but he didn't set her heart racing, and it was increasingly evident that he felt exactly the same way.
Anne consoled herself with being a good wife and mother, focusing on her two children until they were old enough to leave the nest. She supported her husband, but it felt like going through the motions. Anne found it all very frustrating, but to the outside world maintained her out going and positive personality. It was beginning to feel more and more of a lie.
On the rare occasions Tim showed any interest sexually it wasn't anything 'to write home about'. He generally came quickly and she never had an orgasm. Trying to talk about her desires was a complete non-starter; the few stifled conversations they did manage, seemed to leave Tim feeling undermined.
They continued to drift, she wasn't sure if they truly loved each other! They said the words but they sounded hollow, more like a habit that held little emotion. She confessed to best friend Margo that she'd tried everything and was at her 'wits end'. She still had needs, dreams and desires; they had only one life after all! Margo empathised with her friend, throwing in her own ideas of trips away, romantic date nights; anything that could shake her friend and husband from their usual routines.
Months passed with no improvement and little interest from Tim. Margo made repeated attempts to reassure Anne that she was still an attractive woman and had a great personality, but her friend's decline continued.
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By the time of their Christmas party, Anne had moved from sad to angry at both herself and her husband. She tried a new outfit, hairstyle and make up, hoping to provoke a reaction from her husband, she wasn't even sure if Tim had noticed. Probably drinking too much she tried her best to cover her sad mood.
She decided to use the upstairs wash room to check her makeup, just in case guests needed to use the one downstairs. Trudging up the stairs, she caught a sudden glimpse of movement in her bedroom.
Turning the corner quickly, she saw a figure and jumped backwards before recognition struck her, "Steve is that you, what on earth are you doing?"
Her friend's son looked mortified and as white as a ghost, "I, I'm sorry, I was just curious about..."
"Curious about what?" She asked before looking down to see her draw of panties and bras open.
"Well, I... sorry... I was ermmm... curious about what type of underwear you wore and the size of your bras."
Anne raised her eyebrows in shock. Steve had been one of the neighbourhood kids who had matured into a fine young man, she'd always liked him and they often chatted easily. She was interested about college and what he was up to; more surprising was Steve's interest and questions about Anne's life.
He was flushed crimson, not knowing what to say. Anne looked down again, "So you like those?"
"I...yes; but please don't tell anyone, I've had too much to drink! I shouldn't have looked; it was just a bit of fun to check, especially the bra size with you being... well big."
Anne could see the panic and felt sorry for him, "Just relax Steve, it's not that bad, it's perfectly healthy for you to be curious. Those are my everyday ones, tell you what why don't you try opening the bottom draw."
Steve did as instructed and was thrilled to see a mix of lingerie and stockings. He blushed again unsure what to say.
"Those are my special ones, I bought them all for my husband but he shows little interest these days!"
"Is he crazy, you'd look sooo good in these!"
Anne felt a tingle of excitement with that reply, "You really think so, I am not too old."
"God no, you're... voluptuous, do you still wear them?"
Anne stifled a laugh, "Voluptuous... what a great word, it covers a lot including the fact I've put on a few pounds. And in answer to your question, no not really, I tried them a few times recently, but that didn't work out very well."
Steve saw the sadness in Anne's reply, "I meant voluptuous as in hot, you have a fantastic figure and great curves."
The tingle Anne felt before accentuated, she picked up a seamed stocking and ran her red painted nails along it. Steve seemed absolutely mesmerised, suddenly Anne felt powerful and in charge. Maybe it was the wine, that and the months of frustration. Or the fact she couldn't recall the last compliment she'd heard, or when a man had looked at her sexually... like Steve was doing now, but Anne decided to be bold for a change.
She looked down, "Well part of you seems to think so... show me!"
The blunt request seemed to startle Steve, "Are you serious, what if someone comes?"
"It's up to you; you could just pull your pants and shorts down together."
Anne couldn't believe it; Steve followed her instruction, blushing even more if that were possible. An impressive and very hard cock suddenly bouncing into her view.
"Wow that is a nice cock honey, now this has to be our secret, no bragging or hinting about it."
"Yeah of course! I wouldn't ever say anything to anyone, I promise!"
Anne looked down while running her hand into the stocking, then she took a firm grip on Steve's cock through the nylon... he was as hard as iron.
Steve stifled a moan, "Jesus that feels so good!"
Anne smiled and started slowly stroking him; he groaned louder this time, so she picked up a pair of her panties and stuffed them into his mouth.
Taking a firmer grip she wanked him off expertly, "Mmm you're are a big boy, do you like looking at my tits as well?"
Steve nodded, unable to talk with the makeshift gag. Anne placed one of his hands on her large breast, "They are 40DD's if you're still curious!"
Her breasts jiggled as she continued to stroke him, precum was leaking through the nylon. Anne used her spare hand to cup his balls, Steve tried to hold out but failed miserably, breathing hard he shot his load into the stocking much to Anne's delight,
"Hmmm that's it baby, cum for me!"
Anne could see shot after shot of cum hitting the stockin, collecting and seeping through. "Wow that was a big load, just look at your cum all over my stocking Steve."
Anne used the panties from Steve's mouth to wipe up the rest of the mess, "Remember... our secret, you can keep the panties and use them when you think about me."
Using the wash room to check her makeup and dress, she returned to the party as if nothing had happened. The whole episode had lasted less than 10 minutes.
It wasn't until after the party that she considered if what she had done was cheating. That worried her; she wasn't that kind of person... was she? Either way she needed to keep her distance from Steve and try and forget his cock, the cock that had felt so good and been so hard for her! She was still amazed by his reaction, why would a good looking young man react like that to a frumpy middle aged housewife?
The episode did highlight something far more important. The fact she needed to do something about her loveless marriage. Anne attempted to weigh up her options; she still felt as though she had a lot of life to lead and didn't want to go through the motions. The obvious option was divorce, but she worried about Tim coping without her, she thought he might even do something catastrophic. Maybe they could separate as gently as possible and retain a supportive friendship.
The gentle but honest approach didn't work out too well! Her confession of needing more in life and Tim having little interest in her, was met with a firm rebuttal.
"That's not true, we're just slowing up, we can't be like 'loves young dream' forever."
"We were never that, we're more like house mates than lovers. I still want passion, desire and yes sex. Life is too short not to be happy, that's equally true for you, you must see that?"
He never asked if they could change anything, he just wanted to continue as they were. Anne phoned Tim's sister and explained everything, apologising and saying she still wanted the best for him, but didn't think she could continue in the marriage.
"He's his own worst enemy, I have no idea how you put up with him for so long; he will need support if you're not going to be there."
"I know, that's why I called. I want to make it as easy as possible."
"I appreciate that, he doesn't have many friends! I will make sure to visit him and try to help."
To everyone's amazement, Tim moved on quickly, very quickly! Almost as soon as they separated, he had a new girlfriend. He began rubbing Anne's nose in it, flaunting his younger girlfriend at every opportunity. So much for a trial separation before thinking about a divorce!
