Marie had a comfortable, happy and generally satisfying life. She had met her husband at university, and despite having some steamy kissing and petting sessions with a few boyfriends prior to that, it was he who took her virginity after a couple of months dating in her first year. Paul was a year above her, and after graduating he moved to work as a junior lawyer some 50 miles from their university town, and they travelled to see each other most weekends. With her long naturally blonde hair, slim figure and long legs, Marie was never short of male attention, but she rebuffed the frequent drunken passes and remained faithful throughout.
After graduating Marie secured a job on a graduate training program, and with it only being some 20 miles from Paul, he suggested they get a place together near her HQ, and he would commute. This meant she could walk to work, allowing them to save the cost of a second car. Paul got promoted and within two years they were married and had bought their first house together. Both their careers were going well and they decided to focus on work for a few years before hopefully starting a family. their first child was born when she was 32, and they had a second two years later.
Marie was enjoying the career break, and Paul was now a partner in the law firm he'd started with over a decade earlier, and they were financially well placed, allowing Marie to focus on the children and home - being the stereotypical middle class mummy, with the nursery and school groups, swimming, coffee with other young mums, and the occasional relaxing day to herself shopping or at a spa. With both the children at school, Marie decided to look for a part time job, and started working as a finance director for a rapidly growing online retail business. She had negotiated a 3 day week with half her time in their office and half as flexible home working where she could work around school and events etc. This was a great opportunity, and she was really enjoying the challenge of her new role without it being all encompassing. Monday and Wednesday morning became her regular office days, and it felt good to have a reason to wear smart dresses, skirt suits and heels again. Tuesday, Thursday and Friday meant she could take the children to school, and they invariably walked, the mile or so from their new executive development home, along the high street of the small market down they had moved to before the children started school.
Whilst essentially happy with life, it would be fair to say that her and Paul had drifted somewhat. He was busy and focussed on work, with the business and his earnings growing, their conversation was largely around domestic arrangements, and the children, and sex had become very infrequent and followed a familiar routine. Since Paul was the one to take her virginity, she had no direct comparisons to make, but did used to recall how aroused she got with the lads pre university, despite not letting any of them actually penetrate her. She found herself letting her imagination wander as Paul and her had sex, and this certainly increased her arousal, and ensured that her orgasms happened as he took his pleasure. This had continued for a few months, and she convinced herself that it was normal for a couple who had been married for over 15 years, and who had such busy lives.
It was soon to be Paul's birthday, and among other things she had decided to buy him a new silk tie to go with a new suit he had just bought. She had noticed a small high end gentleman's outfitters on the walk to school, and decided to call in one morning after dropping the children at school, in order to see if she could something suitable.
Mike Jameson arrived at his shop at around 8.30am, just like every other morning, having driven the 15 or so miles from home. He had just turned 50 and reflected that he had spent over 30 years in this shop, firstly working with his uncle, who had left him the business in his will some 12 years previously. It was a good little business, and the main of his clientele were the kind of men who were happy to pay a premium for quality and service. Being near the south coast meant that there were more than a few retired naval officers, as well a good number of wealthy retired couples who moved to the area. The rest of his customer base was generally made up of professionals ranging from their 30s to 50s, and he was good and spotting the opportunities when it came to selecting stock.
Unhappily married with two teenage children, Mike had two sides, the well spoken, professional in the shop, confident and very charming, but his other side involved secretly fucking a succession of willing ladies who he managed to charm into bed, or his car or even the stockroom or office at the shop, where he would relieve his sexual tension and send them on their way. The position of the shop of the high street, some 100 metres from a rather select fee paying primary school meant that he frequently caught a glimpse of what he called "the yummy mummies" as they walked their little darlings to and from school. Unfortunately few of them had any reason to call in his shop, apart from the odd visit with their husbands, usually on a Saturday morning. Mike had certainly noticed one of the mummies, a tall leggy blonde with a great figure. Whilst she was always dressed casually, in jeans or maybe a dress in summer, he found himself making a point of being near the window or even outside at around 8.45am when she generally passed. The blonde in question was Marie...and one morning as he watched her walk past with her children, with her long legs and perfect arse encased in a pair of white jeans, he muttered "God I could just fuck your brains out" to himself in the empty shop, as he watched her move.
It was a sunny autumn Tuesday morning, Mike had watched Marie walk past in a pair of tight jeans and boots, her hair pinned up. The usual thoughts crossed his mind, and as he opened the shop at 9am on the dot, Marie walked in. It was the first time he had seen her close up and she was indeed a very attractive lady.
Mike smiled "good morning, feel free to have a look around and let me know if you need any help with anything"
Marie replied "I'm looking for a silk tie for the fussiest man on this planet".
Mike smiled and replied "I'm sure we can find something suitable, and of course, if it needs changing, feel free to bring it back."
He then took out the drawers full of neatly rolled ties and Marie looked through them as he took the opportunity to have a good look at her. She was wearing a crisp light coloured shirt, and he could see a hint of her lacy bra as she leant forward. Marie could never be referred to as "busty" but what she did have were two nicely rounded and very firm breasts.
She came to a decision and as Mike packaged the tie and took her payment he wished her a good day, adding "have you got any exciting plans for the day?"
