It had come as a bit of a shock when Julie had told me it was over and she was leaving me for Dan her boss of the last 4 years, and some 20 years her senior, she said she loved him and he was leaving his wife too now his son was away to university.
She said she was only taking her clothes and jewelry; the rest was mine and within a couple of hours she was gone forever.
We had had our ups and downs over the 6 years of marriage but overall, I thought things had been ok between us.... obviously not.
My mind was still all over the place when the telephone rang and when I answered it was Bill, Julie's Dad asking what was going on as she had been to see him and her Mum Maureen to say she was leaving me and off to live in London where their head office was.
"Bill, I know as much as you do, she left me for her boss Dan, I guess they have been planning it for some time"
"Are you OK Paul" Bill asked
"Dunno just so confused to be honest" I said
"Look if you need anything you know where we are, we will call over and see you in a couple of days"
The next couple of days were filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions but I came to the conclusion I was better off without her and life was just starting not ending.
Bill and Maureen came over on the Saturday and said how they felt bad about the whole situation and how they had managed to speak to Julie just once (no mobile phones then) but she said she was not coming back.
We all knew how single-minded Julie was so that was that.
I told them both it was time for me to move on, no point thinking she may return so I was weighing up staying or moving to a smaller place.
Bill had been retired for a couple of years and his health had not been great for quite a few years, Maureen was 15 years younger than him at 53 and used to work in a bank until she packed it in to help look after Bill.
Maureen used to do some housework along with washing and ironing for us as we both worked long hours, this got her out of the house and a little break from Bill as well as a few quid in her purse for her help.
"We are away for the next two weeks Paul to Majorca" said Maureen, "I guess you won't require my help now when we return?" she asked.
"Actually Maureen, it would be a great help for the next few weeks until I get sorted if you were able to continue as normal?" I asked her.
"OK, see you when we get back" she replied.
We chatted a little longer before they left and both told me to take care.
The next couple of weeks seen me taking a bit time off work, getting pissed, watching sport on the tele and looking at porno mags and wanking. Added to that it was the weekend down the town and nightclubbing chancing my arm to little luck or no luck then nursing a hangover. It's fair to say I was getting Julie out my system.
I was sitting at my desk Monday afternoon watching the clock down when it suddenly dawned on me Maureen would be at mine doing some housework, she always done the housework Mondays and made sure the washing and ironing was done through the week ready for the weekend.
Sunday had seen me hardly get out of bed all day due to a hangover, eat ready meals and spend the rest of the day wanking.
Shit, I thought......most of the mags which I normally would have hidden were just lying on the bedroom floor, Maureen will have been in cleaning and seen them all. Oh, fuck this could be embarrassing not just usual girlie mags but Over 40 and Over 50 mags due to my liking of mature ladies were what I was last looking at and wanking over.
As I drove home, I was hoping Maureen may not have been around that day but the minute I walked through the door the place was looking clean and tidy. I ran upstairs into the bedroom and my worst fears were confirmed, bed linen changed, room tidied and on the bed all my mags piled neatly in the middle. There was a little note left on top saying "Interesting collection, I'm not sure where you keep these but best not leave them out next week or I'll get no work done. Maureen x "
I sat on the bed contemplating the note and wondering had Maureen actually had a good look at them, had she liked them, did she get aroused looking at them, what does she think of me looking at porn pics of women her age. I couldn't get the thoughts out my head.
Normally on Thursday or Friday Maureen would bring the ironing back over so I made sure the bedroom was tidy and I placed the mags under the bed out the way. I thought about leaving a return note but nerves got the better of me.
I went to work as normal and, on my return, went into the bedroom to find my washing left on the bed, I bent down, reached under the bed and quickly skimmed through the mags, the top two were as I left them but the next few were in a different order, Maureen had been looking at them!!!
I wondered whether she had just been curious to look at them again or had she lay on the bed and masturbated over them just like me. I took out my stiffening cock and wanked at the thought.