As I was pulling out of the driveway going to work being happy it was Wednesday and the week was half over, I happened to look behind me to make sure there was nothing in back of my car. As I did I saw the plastic cleaner/laundry bag hanging in the back of my wife's car. I figured she had forgotten to bring it in last night after her volunteer work was done at the local Servicemen club. You see each Tuesday and Thursday Alice works at a Servicemen Club and always takes a change of outfits with her just in case someone or something spills coffee or juice on her.
That actually happened once and she had to work with her boobs all wet from a drink being spilt down the front of her. She told me how embarrassed she was when her nipples stood out prominently against the front of her blouse all dam night for the "boys" to see. She calls them the "boys" because they are much younger than she is. She told me she got quiet a lot of looks from the soldiers and a few sexual offers of which she laughed off. But, from then on Alice always took a change of clothes. She told me all the ladies did. I have met many of the people who work there and felt they were a very decent group, but were mostly women. They did have two fairly large guys to help with the heavy work and maybe to handle a soldier who might get out of hand from time to time. But by and large the women run the place, and Alice was one of the new evening supervisors who handled the finances.
She also helped with whatever they need her to do like serving food or drinks. And sometimes she got to sit and talks with a serviceman when he needed someone to chat with. Most of these young men are in there early 20s but many are still teenagers a few years younger than our son. They live so far away from their love ones and are very happy to talk with Alice when they had a big problem. In many cases she is old enough to be their mom. She has been doing this now for 2 years and has told me many times how much she enjoys it, especially when she gets to chat with the young men and help him solve his problem.
Alice is in her late 40s and I'm in my mid-fifties, 6 years older than she is. Both of our kids are grown and live away from home. Alice stays active and enjoys tennis and golf as well as the club. I usually work out at the gym 3 or 4 days a week to try and keep my gut under control. I think we are both in very good shape. Alice especially, while there has been some sage in her breasts and ass, for the most part she is still very attractive. Her breasts are now much bigger than when she was in her 20s and after nursing two kids, her nipples are much longer and thicker. With 38D breasts she requires a bra and with the size of her nipples, the bra has to be a good one. Her stomach is small and almost flat which is a credit to her hard work. It's not like when she was in her 20s but she still turns most men's head. Her hips and ass are small compared to the other 40-50 year old women I see. She works very hard running and walking on the treadmill to keep it that way. I am proud to be her husband knowing she doesn't look almost 48 but more like 35 -38. Her hair is a wheat color blond and use to be natural. But now she uses bleach. Her eyes are green and she stands 5'3" and weights maybe 115.
Like I said she is a good golfer and plays at least 3 times a week shooting in the mid 90s. Her tennis game is OK and she loves to play doubles.
I work for a large company and usually leave around 7AM and arrive home around 6:30 PM, some days later depending on the work demands placed on me. I make a very good income and we travel a great deal with the 6 weeks vacation I get each year. If I get to use it! We had just acquired another company and I'm the person in charge of making the merger work. So this year so far I have been working a great deal longer hours than usual.
Turning the car into the street I stop and decided to take the clothing bag into the house for her. As I went in I could hear her upstairs. She was on the phone and I wondered who would be calling this early in the morning? I walked up the steps and heard her say, "Yes Davie! Tuesday. I'll be there on Tuesday and I'll make sure we get to spend some time together. Yes, alone Davie I promise. OK! Great see you then. Bye babe"
I wondered who she was talking to and what they had been discussing? I walked in and she jumped saying, "GOD John! You scared me to death I heard you leave. Why did you come back? Is something wrong?"
I said, "Saw this hanging in your car and figured you want to wash it. It looks like it has been used and it smells like smoke!" I handed her the clothing bag.
She took it out of my hand and put it on the bed. Her face was getting red. I asked, "What the matter? Why are you so red? What have you got hidden in that bag, a nasty sexy outfit you wear for the boys down at the SERVICEMEN CLUB?"
I started to laugh and she said, "That's not funny. I'm red because you scared me half to death. I didn't realize you came back into the house again until I turned around and saw a man standing there. Thank you for bring in the bag for me. Next time yell!"
I looked at her and she seemed very nervous. I asked again, "Is something wrong Alice?"
"No", she replied "nothing at all, why?"
I said, "Who was that on the phone?"
She said, "Oh. One of the guys at work he wanted to make sure I was going to be there Thursday night that's all."
I looked at her but she didn't look in my face when she answered me. I said, "You call a guy at work babe and this early in the morning? And you are going to spend some time with him β¦.. alone? What the hell is that all about?"
She didn't answer immediately then she just looked at me and said, "Oh that! He called me from his house. You see I am going to sit with a boy from Utah Thursday and let him tell me about his sad Dear John letter. I'm going to try and help him with his sadness. That's all. The folks know I'm good at talking to these young guys. They wanted to be sure I was going to be there for him."
I let it go. I didn't ask, "And the babe stuff, what's with that?" I let it drop and figured I only heard one side of the conversation anyway. Besides my wife had never given me any idea she hadn't been faithful completely over the years we have been together. So I kissed my wife goodbye and headed to work again. But driving I wondered if what she told me was the truth. I have never had any doubts about my wife and I guess I should have finished my questions. Oh well I'll talk to her some more when I get home and we are together.
That day was hell for me and I forgot all about her and the phone call. I didn't get home until well after 9PM. I was beat and once I ate the food she had put in the refrigerator I died in the chair with the TV on. Around 11:30 PM Alice woke me and told me to go to bed.
The next morning I was up and ready to leave around 7AM. Alice was just getting up and told me, "Remember you're on your own tonight, it's SERVICEMEN CLUB night for me. I should be home before 11PM."
Then as I was walking out of the room she said, "Oh John! I might be a little later. You remember that boy Davie I told you about yesterday, the one with the Dear John letter?"