"Asshole," Jeri said out loud as she drank a tall glass of water near the kitchen sink.
Jeri stared lazily at the backyard where the young neighbor was mowing and trimming the backyard. It had been a task he had completed every summer for them for several years. Jeri and her husband had paid him well for his work, which wasn't so good when he first started, but became better and better. Being a scorching day, he was out there with his shirt off. Jeri would watch if she was home when he worked, but never fathomed the idea of anything more. She had a few mild fantasies about the possibilities and even acted on them with herself in the privacy of her upstairs bedroom. This was all she had since for 26 years she has been loyal to her husband and knew she always would be. That is part of why she is particularly depressed today and didn't go to work.
She had been home all day. Normally Jeri would be out enjoying the beautiful day, either in the garden or swimming. But today she just didn't feel like it. Skipping out on work was all she could do. She didn't feel like talking to anyone. Taking a deep breath Jeri set her drink down on the counter. With a sigh, she went out to the family room and sat near the large picture window looking also out at the back yard. Gazing just as Billy took his shirt and wiped his face with it, she smiled briefly. He then resumed his work.
Jeri sat again at the kitchen table in just her silk robe. She had just showered, feeling the need to get clean, even though she wasn't really dirty. It was a compulsion it seemed. She felt dirty after what she had seen yesterday. Though the whole thing seems like such a blur. It all started the previous evening when she was to meet her husband Jim at his office for a nice dinner at her favorite restaurant. She showed up about thirty minutes early only to find him making out with a young office intern. His hand was halfway up her leg. She was nude only in stockings. Her hand was on his manhood, fully exposed and erect. She walked in just in time to hear her utter, "Come on boss, when you had me yesterday it had been three years. I have to have it again".
The moment seemed etched in her mind and she has thought about it a hundred times since. Jeri clenched her fists as she remembers hollering his name and running out of the office. He followed, begging forgiveness. She had driven his car there because she had just picked it up at a garage. She forcefully threw the keys at him and started walking. He walked along side of her. Five hundred words of sorry later, and vows to never do it again didn't faze her. She walked the full four miles home. When he came home he tried to speak to her, but she didn't listen. He even tried to stay home with her today, but she told him to leave.
The truth is that he had always been such a good and attentive husband. She knows in her heart this is only something recent. Regardless of her anger, she may forgive him in time. But she would make him pay for it first. Jeri didn't really know how, but after her anger wears off she would think of something.
Today was one of her workout days, but she didn't do it. Jeri remarked inwardly on the fact that she had kept herself in shape for him all these years. Now at forty seven, she still looks better than many people half her age. She is fit at five and a half feet and barely one hundred and twenty pounds. She knows she gets looks at the store, and other places she goes, but she has never been unfaithful. Twenty six years with the same man. He was her first, and she had always felt he would be her last. It was a happy marriage. She wondered if it will continue, or is it at the end.
Jeri knows a swim would do her good. But she usually doesn't do it when Billy is working. Naturally today is his day. The reason for this is that she doesn't use a bathing suit. The sprawling backyard and all the acreage behind the house is owned by them and fenced. It secludes the pool completely. Someone would have to walk through the back woods past posted land over 30 minutes to be within view. In the summer she will do forty laps every other day. When her husband asked her why she didn't dress for it, she only replied that the bathing suit gets in the way. He always enjoyed the erotic nature of it, and the two of them have had fantastic evenings in that pool. In fact, it's regular still with the last one just two days ago.
Jeri has a hard time even looking out there. She soon realized that she had been staring at the shirtless Billy without realizing it. He is rather fit, and somewhat average looking. His mother just across the street is a good friend and told her that he has mostly kept to himself. She says he is too quiet. Her only wish is that when he heads to college in the fall he will come out of his shell. Jeri suddenly had a thought about breaking that 18 year old shell. For a moment she questioned her loyalty. In fact, her sanity, and loyalty to her husband were in an all out brawl.
"Am I still attractive?" she asked, now feeling the strain of her situation.
Standing up, she went in to the downstairs bathroom let her robe drop to the floor, examining her nude form. She looked from front to back, examining herself and even fluffed up her breasts. They had sagged very little over the years but with her constant physical activity had still done very well. Even though her short brown hair seemed a little mottled, upon examining her very fit full body form she came to one simple conclusion. At first she didn't see the problem. She saw herself as fit, and beautiful. She even trims her pubic hair about halfway for her husband.
"I still look good," Jeri said as she grit her teeth. "Still he has to screw a 23 year old part time assistant."
Jeri frowned when she thought that but started to wonder what for. Carrying her robe over her shoulder, she walks out of the bathroom. As she passes the family room window looking out into the backyard she realized that she can be easily seen, and hurries past it. She looks over to see if Billy had noticed. His back was turned and he probably didn't.
"Oh so what," she said out loud as she moved over to the middle of the floor in plain view of the window.
There she stood for several minutes with her hand on her hip looking out at Billy. She even moved around a bit. He looked up at the house once but didn't seem to see her. She guessed that it must be the reflection preventing a view of the inside of the house. She began to sink her shoulders and thought that he would probably run and hide at the sight of her anyway. But why think that when just a moment ago she saw her own exquisite body in the mirror.
"I guess I could still turn heads", she said with a sigh and went back to the kitchen. "Probably, maybe. Who knows."
Jeri tried her best to reassure herself of her own beauty. It took a long time, but she managed to feel just a little better. But the whole time she had been watching Billy. She remarked that even though he is not that attractive, he certainly is fit. She watched his movements, and slowly her mind wandered. Suddenly she caught herself staring at him from head to toe and even imagining him without the single item of clothing. She became a bit guilty with the impure nature of her thoughts. But her body told her otherwise as she soon felt a mild arousal. As he was facing her with his hands over his head trimming the large shrubbery it seemed as if she could just catch a glimpse of something jiggling back and forth in his shorts. Just for a brief moment she imagined putting her hands on him.
"Take it easy Jeri," she said out loud, realizing her usual fantasies are a little more pronounced today.
Jeri knew that just because yesterday her husband's hand was rounding third base, doesn't mean she should now have these thoughts in such abundance, especially about of all people, their long time yard helper. She got him a video game for his tenth birthday. Now eight years later, she thinks of something else. Trying to bury the thoughts of now 18 year old Billy didn't help. They only got worse. She knew that she needed to do something about it. She thought about going upstairs for a look from above and stimulation. She was no stranger to that activity. Especially when her husband was out of town on business. The urge is very strong today. Perhaps it is the stress of everything, or just needing some sort of release.
Jeri grew flush, and felt her heart race as suddenly it hit her. The first time ever was with her husband. It made her as nervous as it was exciting. Why was she feeling that way again all of a sudden? It seemed like an aftereffect of something that happened decades ago. Why was she suddenly feeling the anticipation of that first connection. It was so long ago that she had forgotten, until now. But it came back with such a force that she could barely contain herself.
"Stop it Jeri," she uttered out loud. "Go upstairs, get off and be done with it."
Jeri knew she had to work off the feelings somehow. Usually it would be personal time or a long swim. Jeri really did want a swim. She usually waited until Billy left, but she could handle the bathing suit this once. Running up the stairs she went into her drawer and pulled out a one piece suit that she has never worn. In fact it still smells new. Holding it up to herself she looked it over, thinking that a conservative approach is probably safest. Was this the time for that? She pondered the thought and the fact that she had been doubting herself all day. Thinking again she wondered if she would feel better turning someone's head today.
Rummaging around again she found the white string bikini that she also rarely wears. She started to wonder why she even has a bathing suit. Quickly she tied it on, and then put her robe around herself. She knew what she had to do, and went out for that swim to work it off. Jeri opened the sliding door to the backyard just as Billy turned off the mower. He pushed it into the garden shed. Jeri went over to the pool. He had not seen her yet. She tried not to notice him as she tested the water with her foot.
"Hi Mrs. Thomas," he said from across the shorter stretch of lawn.
"Hi Billy, nice job as usual," Jeri smiled as she loosened her robe.
"Excuse me. I thought you would be working today," he said as he quickly went for his shirt.
"Oh no, taking the day off," she said as she watched him grab his shirt, "Don't worry about it. I'm not offended."
"It's ok. I'm done," he said as he held it in front of him.
"I can tell you worked hard," she smiled.
"It's hot," he said quietly, "I'm done though, so I'll be out of the way."
"Oh stay a bit," she said as she held out a bottle of water for him, "Keep your fluids up."
"Ok I can rest a minute," he smiled, took the water and sat near the pool.
Jeri's simple infatuation grew to more when she was closer to him. She felt it on her skin as if he was touching her from three feet away. She could barely stand it. But then suddenly thought of her husband and what he had done. She imagined the whole incident and about perhaps evening the score. What if she could, just this once? Could she forgive her husband? She started to doubt if it is even possible.
"Go for a swim Billy?" she asked as she pulled her robe off and tossed it over a chair.
She smiled as she saw his reaction. Simple and inexperienced reflex from Billy was all she needed to know that she could still turn heads. He looked at her up and down with wide eyes, and didn't speak for a moment. She could have just been satisfied and left it at that, and probably should have.
"Ah well I didn't really bring anything to swim in," he said as he tried to look away.
"Oh those shorts are good," she said, "It's hot. It wouldn't take long for them to dry. Come on. I know you take a dip sometimes after you're done with the yard."
