My day starts with the chaos that is getting kids ready for school and out of the house on time. A school drop off then to work. I work in an office, in small factory.
I'm the only female, so it's a testosterone filled work place. The topless calendars, rude jokes, blue language with the general banter are all part of work life, I laugh along with them, no point getting all uptight over men being men!
The conversations were the same old, same old; The weather, the previous nights television favourites, pub gossip, football, cars and who got lucky with the ladies.
I can't add to most of their talk, mainly because the weather is the only thing I take any notice of. I don't watch t.v., kids telly is enough to get me to hit the off switch as soon as the kids are out of the room. The pub, I'd be so lucky, we only get babysitters on special occasions. Sports are what I take part in, not something to watch. Cars are a way to get from a to b. Ladies, well, I am one and I always found men easier to get on with than women.
That's not to say I don't join in, I do but I tease them. If they had a life they wouldn't be able to talk for hours about the world on the goggle box. Football is overpaid men kicking a bag of wind about. When they start on cars I just bring up their current buckets of bolts! When they start talking about their exploits with the ladies I stay quiet. My husband and I have a great sex life, it's taken some work to put the spark back in after having kids but we have a better sex life now than we did in the early days. Listening to them brag about their rare occurrences of vanilla sex just makes me appreciate how very good things are for me.
Leaving work for the school pick up is a chore. I enjoy heading home and spending time with my kids but the playground just brings out the infantile cliques in the adults.
You would hope adults would grow up but the school ground seem to bring it all back. The parents sort themselves into the same sort of cliques; The rich, the wannabe rich, the horsey brigade, the churchy brigade, the smokers ..... it just goes on and on. The ones that I have least time for are those that rarely sneer at you for fear of their stitches popping on their latest face lift, their saggy necks show more emotion than their plastic faces.
I'm the loner, I talk to anyone that talks to me but I was never any good at playing the game so I watch and laugh instead.
I get the kids home and get the homework out of the way. Run them about to all their different hobbies and clubs. I try and spend some time with them as I rush around cleaning, tidying and cooking. Housework, I despise it but I suppose it is a necessary evil.
After eating they have some t.v. time, DVD's are the favourite choice. A wind down play time then baths and to bed.
At last adult time. The box in the corner goes off, music on and a nice stiff drink to relax.
We sit and talk or read. The reading expanded our ideas for our sex life, decent erotica can be very eye opening. We have expanded my wardrobe with all sorts of underwear and skimpy clothing. Traditional bras and pants are uncomfortable and constricting so they only get used on doctors visits! Our adult toys have overflowed from the locked briefcase into two more drawers. All good fun even if it is mainly within our own home. A good long hard fuck helps me sleep like a log.
It was a day just like any other, so I thought, but things were changing.
The men at work have got used to me there and act as though I'm not really there. Today though it was more. If I didn't know better I'd have said they had all been drinking. They were all acting like it's kicking out time at the strip club.
Their jokes are usually rude but today they are downright lewd and I know they tend to palm themselves from time to time but today they can't seem to keep their hands away from their dicks.
I got my work done laughing at their antics. I've not blushed so much for years so you can imaging how much they tease me each time I colour up.
With a roll of my eyes and a shake of my head I left work to get the kids from school.
All the cliques were in their normal formations but they were acting strange. A small number of members of the cliques appear uncomfortable.
Seeing the men at work palming their junk is almost an occupational hazard. Seeing some of the mums, stood stroking their nipples in the playground, is just weird!
As the days go by their behaviour gets more intense. I saw Dave standing in front of his machine as he wanked himself off. His cum splatted on the machine and floor. He put his dick back in his overalls but didn't fasten up, leaving his hand inside stroking himself. To my amazement none of the others said a word, they all looked over at some point but didn't act as if anything unusual had happened.
At school, the sly nipple stroking had moved on to blatant nipple rolling and pussy rubs.
Dave may have been the first, to my knowledge, to decorate the factory with his cum but by the end of the week I had seen every one of them do the same at least once. The only time their dicks stayed tucked away is near the machinery in fear of getting hurt. They started wandering around with their dicks hanging out.
At school hands were no longer working over the clothes, more and more buttons were left undone but not to the extent that anyone was hanging out.
My life seems to revolve round work and children so I didn't notice how much the behaviour of the majority of the population was changing.
We had a rare babysitter for a birthday meal in town. Yes, a Friday night out as the kids have a sleepover with Granny.
A chance to dress up and live a little. I put on one of my new dresses, short and skimpy. It covers everything important as long as I don't bend over or lean too far. Stockings underneath is the extent of my underwear, my husband has a thing for stockings.
I love dressing a bit risqué but I'm very self conscious until I'm out so I pull on a long coat to hide behind for now.
We got into town and my nerves soon dissipated as I saw the way others were dressed. I'm no model, average looks but I'm still reasonably slim. My bust is small, a B cup but still pert and self supporting. I have a great waist and hips so I try to show them of the best I can.
I always think I have a big belly until I see the sights when we are out.
We made it to the restaurant. I laughed as Paul's eyes went on stalks watching the way some of the women are dressed. My dress is as small as most, if not smaller, but the way some of the clothes are worn, well I look positively modest.
Our friends are dressed different to usual, far less coverage. Clubbing gear or the sort of thing you buy thinking it looks great in the changing rooms but you have second thoughts when you get home.
The meal started out quite normal, drinking and chatting. As time went on the inhibitions just disappeared. Our normally uptight friends started feeling themselves up, undoing buttons and freeing zips. Looking around the restaurant I soon saw clothes appeared to be optional both for diners and the waiters. Paul and I stood out being still clothed and not having wandering hands.
Paul looked at me, the question in his eyes.
I shrugged, "When in Rome!"
