My Husband has asked me to write this. I suppose it's a kind of a confession, perhaps for us both. I owe him at least this. Though it is not an apology. It will tell many things about the last year of our marriage. (That's wrong, our marriage isn't over, yet.) It infers many things about the previous years in our relationship too. The events in the last year, that have changed our marriage, forever. It is for our children to begin to understand the direction our lives have taken in the time. Or, how I became a hot wife, cuckolding my loving husband. A year ago, I had been (Almost) faithfully married for more than 25 years. Now my life is different, forever. Better, who knows? I feel different, sometimes very happy, but George, I don't know...
It's hard to know where to start. I think the best thing is to begin at the beginning. My name is Elizabeth, my husband is George and we have lived for many years in a town in the middle of England. It is reviled by everyone who doesn't live here, as a town with too many roundabouts. We have three children, all grown and away at university, or into working lives. I am fifty-two years old and a touch overweight. I spent several years thinking my breast size was 38c. They aren't... I have ash blonde hair, a little helped, nowadays, by a careful stylist. I am every inch the middle-class mum and office worker. I dressed carefully as befits my age, with some style, but more covering up. Just a touch of foundation and lippy, small gold earrings, with pearls, Ironed jeans and polished loafers. You know the type. There are millions like me. Ordinary, happy and middle class. This experience begins the weekend we took Milly our youngest daughter to University, for the first time...
We had been packing Milly's belongings into my Freelander and took a monotonous trip across England, to an old City with walls, and Medieval history (You work out which one, there are several.) This was an uneventful last Saturday in September, we were not the only parents doing this. I was more than a little tearful. Milly is the youngest by three years of our children, and because of her personality, perhaps my favourite, if only by a nose. I love my kids and would never do anything to hurt them. We spent Saturday afternoon unloading and settling Milly in her room. Her neighbour was Sam, from Manchester. A little loud, a little common, perhaps. She had dyed purple hair, and a nose ring, but, someone Milly could talk to. As you can see I am a snob, who judges... Hmm. We had decided to stay in the city, in a small hotel, overnight then have a touristy Sunday, before seeing Milly, me undoubtedly having a few tears, then the journey home, bed, sleep and back to work on Monday. It didn't happen!
Saturday evening was fine, a walk on the City wall, a decent meal, wine, a little fumble, then off to sleep in the damp patch. Sunday, that was the joker! When George woke up he checked his phone and groaned. A works presentation he was to make had been brought forward to the next day, so he needed to work, all day, despite calls to buy himself some time. I asked him to take a hit for once...I wonder if he wishes he had done? (That's for him to say!) We showered and had breakfast. As couples do in in mid-priced city break hotels. George his guilt running over sat next to me on the bed as I was looking in my bag for something, what I can't remember. "Darling I was going to spoil you today. I have £2000 in this envelope. Please spend it on yourself, not the kids. Curse me and my stupid job, while doing it too. Have fun."
I scowled at him, "Thank-you for the money, I'll look around." He went back to his laptop, and I went out, not knowing where to go or what to do. There was a flight response. I didn't want to argue with him, or unload on Milly. I walked aimlessly for a while, before I found a small independent coffee shop, not hard nowadays and looked at things to do, finding nothing. I asked the young waitress, for any ideas. She replied, "If it's a me day, I would start at Miss Sophia's, it's sort of a lingerie shop, but she sells shoes and jewellery, and other stuff too. It's hard to find, in a little courtyard in the old town. Give me your phone, I'll set a destination for you." I needed some new clothes, and maybe some other stuff. I was under no obligation. The money wasn't burning me.
"Thanks, for this, I hope she can make something of me!" I left her a good tip, she came outside with me, lighting a cigarette. She Said, "It's expensive, but you look like you can handle it, have fun, do something different! Smoke?"
I shook my head saying, "Different today is good!" I paused, then shook my head again, "Sure I haven't had a cigarette in years, why not!" She offered the pack, a grey horrid government pack, I took one & she lit it. I coughed, blowing smoke skywards, she laughed, came closer, kissed me on the cheek and said, "I bet you will have fun, tell Miss Sophia, Kirsten sent you. Have the works! Come back and show me?"
I followed the GPS directions down a warren of old streets, some little more than alleys. I enjoyed the smoke after my first cough, stopping at a newsagent to buy some of my own, I pondered and thought I used to smoke lights but why not...so I asked the guy in the shop for "20 Marlboro red, and a lighter." The cost made me wince, but I paid him, went outside & lit my first smoke since before I was pregnant, 26 years before. Wow! I felt a rush and took a quick selfie: My first fag in years! One for Facebook! It's not just youngsters who do. As I finished my smoke looking for somewhere to throw the butt, I saw the shop. A double fronted shop in a terrace, one side lit up with white lingerie in a bay window, "Miss Sophia's complete lingerie service. The other to contrast was in black, with few lights and a chalk board sign reading "Rock Chic's slicks, with some black clad models posing on posters. The door was between them. Nervously I went in, a young woman, with Jet black hair, facial piercings and tattoos, on both arms, looked up from her phone. I asked "Miss Sophia?" She asked if I had an appointment, "No I replied, but Kirsten sent me, for the works?" The girl picked up a desk phone and said "Aunty, a customer for you, from Kirsten."
A woman, older than I, but much better dressed came in, looked me up & down & said "Thank you Juliet, welcome! Follow me and leave your inhibitions at the door!"
I followed, watching and looking, she was maybe five years older, wearing a tight bodiced dress, with a flared skirt, heels in patent leather about 4" and seamed stockings. She looked hot, to my straight married eyes and very sexually provocative. She was fully made up, with an emphasis on her eyes. I felt a frisson of dampness between my legs, looking at the woman. It was going to be that kind of day, where different things happened. Was I going down Alice's rabbit hole? Did I want to?
She held a door open for me, then closed and locked it. "I need to measure, you and don't want to be interrupted. You are?"
"Oh, I'm Elizabeth." I mumbled, "I am looking for some different underwear. Different clothes, maybe too. I'll know I hope when I see it..." I didn't know what I wanted, yet.
"Different how, Elizabeth? Oh, and address me as Miss Sophia, always."
"I don't know, sexy maybe? Provocative, maybe? A different slice of life, not middle-aged, middle-class, middle England? More sophisticated too."
"Please don't be offended, but are you satisfied, sexually? Looking at you I don't think so?" I shook my head, "Would you like to be?" I nodded. "Strip, all the way When did you last have an orgasm, of any kind?"
"...err last week sometime?"
"Your Husband?"
"God no! He hasn't made me come in ages. My fingers in the shower."
"Everything off?" She slapped my head, as one would have done a child in previous times. I gasped in shock. "I am presuming you don't own any toys?" I shook my head as I didn't understand her. "Vibrators, Dildos, Anal-beads, Love-balls...I could go on." She could see from my blank response that I was lost.
