It was pure chance that I served David when he came into the store where I worked. If anyone had told me what our relationship would become I would have said they were crazy.
He was 57 when we first met 2 years ago and is 5 years my senior. He is short, about 5' 5", average build, bald except for a few wisps over his ears and sports a pencil-line moustache a fraction of an inch above his top lip. He was pleasant enough to deal with that first time and as he continued to visit the store he always asked for me to serve him. At first I thought it was because the other employees were much younger than me and he preferred to deal with someone in his own age group and although that was partly the case, I sensed he was lonely and needed to talk. Our personalities couldn't have been more different but he never seemed to notice that I was not overly friendly and remained business-like. He often said the wrong word when describing things and although he always had a joke or two to tell, I never found them very funny.
On several occasions he asked me to join him for a beer but I'd always managed to come up with an excuse. When he asked me on a particularly busy and stressful day I decided I needed a beer and accepted his invitation.
Over a couple of beers I discovered he had been married 3 times. First when he was 19; that lasted 3 years, his second marriage ended with the death of his wife after 22 years and his third wife had passed away 2 years ago. "My third wife was really something," he said, "perhaps I shouldn't tell you this but we were very active sexually. We both loved sex and drifted into swinging when we became very friendly with our neighbours. Since my wife died there has been no one and I miss sex terribly, it's difficult at our age to find someone." My opinion that we were not compatible hadn't changed but I softened a little towards him and decided not to mention what my wife and I had been up to during our marriage.
He came into the store about once every two weeks and always waited for me to serve him. He was not purchasing items for a company but for personal use as many of our customers did. In some ways I felt sorry for him but that did not outweigh my dislike of him. When he came in with an urgent request for an out-of-stock item I agreed to bring it in from another store location later that afternoon. I lived east of the store and David lived a little east of me so when he asked if he could pick it up from my home that evening I agreed in the interests of good customer relations.
That evening I slipped out to get milk and when I returned I saw a car in the driveway. I figured it was David's and took a deep sigh as I open the front door and found him and my wife, Trudy, in the living room chatting away merrily. They already had coffee so I made myself a mug and joined them. Trudy seemed quite taken by him and after he left made comments that she found him to be a nice man with a funny sense of humour. I was puzzled by her remarks but didn't pursue the subject. She sometimes found my sense of humour strange but I considered it was better than David's.
About a month later David was in the store and he casually asked after my wife. I told him she had a touch of the flu and was resting in bed. He hoped she was soon feeling better and asked me to wish her well. I thought nothing more about it and when I got home Trudy was under a blanket on the sofa. A huge bunch of flowers sat proudly in a vase on the coffee table and I asked who they were from. She told me they were on the porch when she checked the mailbox and they were from David.
"That's a little strange, you hardly know the man."
"I think it's sweet, he's just a kind, caring man and I like him, you're just jealous."
My dislike of him had just doubled at the same time my wife still seemed enamoured with him but saw no point in debating the issue. What made matters worse was I had an inkling Trudy was sexually attracted to him for reasons I couldn't fathom. I should tell you a little of our history as a married couple of 33 years. Trudy is 4 years younger than me, a natural beauty with auburn hair; she is 5' 5" tall with a lovely, erotic body with everything in the right proportion and she is very feminine. She is also a very sexy lady who knows how to dress in a way that attracts a lot of attention from men. Early on in our marriage it was apparent that she was highly sexual. Her need for sex outweighed mine and led us to enlist the help of other men. It didn't happen on a regular basis but sometimes it was frequent with some men for periods of time. I enjoyed these occasional diversions. I'm not advocating it for all couples but it worked for us and kept our marriage fresh and erotic.
Our first encounter was with a neighbour when she was 23. James was in his mid-forties and divorced and I knew Trudy was attracted to him. His age didn't bother her, she like men of all ages. He came over one hot, Saturday afternoon to ask my advice about some trees he was thinking of planting in the fall. He knew I was a keen gardener and I got out a few books for us to review at the kitchen table. Trudy was in a t-shirt and shorts and I noticed James ogling her tits and ass as she made iced tea. I knew she was horny by the way she flaunted herself in front of us and gave me an almost imperceptible nod, raise of her eyebrows and the slightest of smiles flashed across her pretty face that told me she was up to something naughty. We had agreed to find another man for her and I had the feeling we had just accomplished that goal.
She gave us large glasses of iced tea then disappeared into the family room as James and I searched through gardening books. A few minutes later she called to us, "I've found something here you might be interested in." James gave me a quizzical look, I shrugged and stood up and he followed me out of the kitchen. My wife had removed her shorts and panties and was sitting back into the sofa with her legs spread wide. She was fingering her pussy and cooed sensually, "How would you like to plant something in here, Jim?"
"Oh my god!" James exclaimed, taking in the horny scene for many seconds before turning to me with an astonished look on his face.
