Where the fuck was she?
It was after nine and Diane said she would be home at around five so we could go and get our Christmas shopping. I tried her mobile again, it went straight to answer phone, there was no point in leaving another message, and if she had listened to any of the others she would know how angry I was.
Diane was out on her company's Christmas lunch. She hadn't been working there long, about four months, it was a swanky accountants based at offices in Birmingham's city centre. She had told me that the company had booked lunch for them at a restaurant, they were finishing work at noon then going for the meal, she was supposed to be coming home straight after the meal.
I sent her another text; I don't know if I was more worried about if something had happened to her or angry that she had ruined our shopping trip.
My phone bleeped, finally a reply, it was from Diane. "Having trouble getting a taxi, see you later."
So I was partly to blame, she had wanted to drive as she normally does, but I had dropped her in in the morning so she could have a glass of wine with the meal and not have to worry about driving home. At least she was okay.
The time dragged on it was now nearly midnight when I saw the headlights slow down outside our house. We have a bay window in the lounge in which our Christmas tree sits nicely; we don't draw the curtains while the tree is up. Around it I could see the taxi door opening and Diane emerging, I could tell she was a little drunk, there was someone else in the car and she leant back in. I looked at her shapely bare legs in her high heels and noticed that her knee length skirt rode up a little. I couldn't see inside the car it was too dark, she shut the door and then waved as the taxi rolled out of sight.
I heard her fumbling with her keys; I wasn't going to unlock the door I was too pissed off with her for that. Finally she managed stumble in. Her heels clicked across the floor and she came into our lounge and collapsed onto the sofa. Her face was flushed.
"What's up with you?" she asked
"What's up with me? It's fucking midnight and you just roll in; had you forgotten we were supposed to be going shopping? I was expecting you eight hours ago. Where the fuck have you been?" I ranted at her.
Too drunk to realise how mad I was she replied. "I was having a good time, get me a glass of water I must tell you about Avril."
I didn't even know who Avril was, I trudged into the kitchen poured her a glass of water thinking to myself that I might get a fuck, our sex life was virtually non-existent but we normally had sex when she had been drinking.
Passing her the water I looked at her bare legs curled under her, she had kicked her heels off, her black skirt was tight above her knees and she was wearing a green blouse with small black jacket. Standing above her I could just glimpse the top of breasts through the open top buttons of her blouse.
"Who was that in the taxi?" I asked
"Oh just one of the girls." She replied matter of factually. "Any way I must tell you about Avril she was so drunk she was all over two of the lads from the second floor. That can only be in their early twenties and she is at least ten years older than me." Diane is thirty three. "She was dancing with them in the club and then started kissing them in front of everyone. She left with one of them around nine."
"Hang on what club? You were going to a restaurant."
"Well; we went to the club after the restaurant you didn't expect us to stay in a restaurant all day did you?"
"No I didn't, I expected you home," my temper rising again, "we had made plans."
"Don't start shouting, I was enjoying myself, it's not very often I get to go anywhere." She leant forward and placed the glass on the floor. "I should have stayed out later, I could have done, they didn't want me to leave" she spat those words at me. "I'm going to bed."
Picking up her shoes she left the room, I watched her. She was only four foot eleven tall, a little over weight, her dark shoulder length hair was all tousled at the back. I heard her slip on the stairs and giggle. Although she had shouted at me she was still in a good mood. I might still get sex it would be something to take from a wasted night.
I listened to her in the bathroom, heard the toilet flush and the taps running. I poured her another glass of water and made my way upstairs, lingering on the top stair I waited, I wanted it to seem like perfect timing. The bathroom door opened and I stepped up the last step.
"I brought you some more water." She had removed her jacket and her blouse was open revealing her green corset top beneath. "I am sorry I shouldn't have shouted." I said "I was just worried where you were"
I kissed the top of her head as she brushed passed me grabbing the water. "I'm tired" she said.
I followed her into the bedroom, kicking off my shoes I watched her take off her blouse and unzip her skirt. As she pulled it down I noticed the suspenders on her corset, then the lace of her matching green panties caressing her shapely arse. I continued to get undressed as I watched her undoing the fastenings on the front of her corset. Her breasts spilled into view as she removed it, they were still quite firm with wide pale nipples.
Normally she wears a night shirt but whenever she has been drinking she normally just climbs into bed in her knickers, tonight was no exception. In bed she lay on her side facing away from me. I slid in beside her spooning my body into hers.
"I'm sorry" I said "don't be angry: tell me about Avril." I placed my hand on the material of her knickers on her hip. "Go on tell me I know you want to."
She sighed "Well she just got very drunk. She was dancing with these two lads, she was sandwiched between the two of them on the dance floor, they were both grinding against her their hands all over her, then the one behind her started kissing her neck. It wasn't long before she was kissing both of them. She didn't care who saw her. She is married you know?"
"You said she left with one of them: she couldn't take him back to her place?"
"No quite a few of the lads had booked rooms in town, I expect they went there."
I stroked her hip. She was talking to me, I might still get sex tonight.
"One of the blokes out of my office asked me to go to his room."
Where did that come from?
"Say that again."
"Daryl asked me to go to his room with him."
My mind started racing I had always fantasied about watching her with other men.
"Who the hell is Daryl?" My cock stiffening in my pants.
"He is just in our office."
"What happened? What did you say? What did you do?" I wanted to sound angry but I was too excited.
"I just kissed him and told him to go home to his wife."
She kissed him. She said she had kissed him, not just told him to go home to his wife, but she had kissed him. "Tell me what happened."
"We were just standing at the bar, he was buying me a drink, and he just asked if I wanted to go to his hotel room."
"What! Out of the blue he just asked you, something must have happened before?"
"Well he had had a couple of dances and we had sat talking and drinking, he brought me quite a few drinks."
"And he just asked you? Nothing led up to him asking, he just asked?" I wanted all the details but I didn't want her to know how much imaging her kissing someone else was turning me on.
"He did feel my arse when we were dancing"
