If you ask anyone who know us they would tell you that we are the perfect couple; great fun and totally in love with each other. All of that is 100% true; but we also have a dirty little secret, or at least my wife Chloe had.....until she confessed all in late June of this year.
"Who was that?" I asked my wife as she put some baked beans and some spaghetti hoops into the shopping trolley.
"Oh, Jim.....Mr. Baxter..? He's a neighbour." She replied with the merest hint of a blush, "He lives around the corner, near the bus stop." then quickly moved further along the aisle looking at soups.
I was puzzled, as I'd never seen him before or at least certainly didn't recognise him and there was something in the way she touched his arm and laughed at whatever it was he'd said a minute or so earlier, before he looked straight at me and winked as he gave a little wave.
Our daughters were squabbling as usual so I wasn't able to ask any more questions about the rather dapper much older man in the powder blue Harrington jacket, pristine white t-shirt, Levis with turn-ups and a neat pair of Chelsea boots, until I got home.
Still intrigued I brought the subject up when we were putting the shopping away.
"Oh," she pondered, "There's nothing to tell really......He is just a friend.....I thought...you knew him too. No?" Chloe unusually stumbled over her words and seemed to be choosing them carefully. "He has that nice big garden.....you know the one?"
I could vaguely picture a house with a nicely tended garden; but certainly didn't know the occupiers. In fairness I hardly knew the families who lived either side of us, so that was no surprise.
We had moved here at Easter; when my new job as a National Account Manager meant moving the family nearer the company Head Office. Obviously my wife, 32 had to leave the factory where she worked as receptionist but had a new job lined up to start in September; leaving her as a 'lady of leisure' in the meantime.
Again Chloe brushed off my questions as she began making the evening meal sending me off to bath the kids.
The following morning, Saturday I decided to walk to the shops instead of taking the car to get some cigarettes and a newspaper, but really so I could get a look at the mysterious man's garden. Nope; I certainly didn't know the people who lived here. Why would she think I did?
The weekend was our normal hectic 48 hours ferrying the kids to dance classes, gymnastics and two different birthday parties plus my golf on Sunday morning meant that I never found the right moment to bring the subject of her 'Fancy Man' up again; especially as I had to go to bed myself at 9, because I had to leave at 6am for an appointment with a major account.
The next couple of days were a blur; business was good but but I couldn't get Chloe and her 'friend' out of my head; so much so my cock was red raw after two nights alone in hotels.
Once home on the Thursday I was desperate to bring the subject up but somehow it also felt 'wrong'......prying even, but this was my wife and....possibly another, much older man.
I did take a lot more notice of my darling wife over those few days though; she did look sexier than I'd probably realised, and she had a 'glow' about her that I'd obviously missed by taking her for granted in all walks of our life, especially the bedroom.
After four weeks of regularly teasing her about her 'fancy man' and copious masturbation in hotel bedrooms fantasising about her and the dapper older gentleman, I finally plucked up the courage to bring the subject up one evening when I was in a hotel and had drunk the best part of a bottle of wine.
"This 'fancy man' of yours," I nervously mentioned, "I still don't remember him at all.....can't think I've ever seen him."
"Oh." Chloe sounded taken aback.
"You said he was a 'friend'....'a friend'?" I continued; desperately trying not to sound too prying. "So how do you know him?"
Chloe took a deep breath and sighed; "You aren't giving up are you?" She sheepishly replied. "We just....got talking one morning.....a few months ago.....he was in his garden....and....I don't know, I think I must have said how nice his flowers were ...and....well...." She shrugged her shoulders and then I heard her take a long sip of wine.
"Should I be jealous?" I felt a twist in my stomach as the words came out.
"No.....no....he's just....you know....a friend." My wife sounded unusually flustered. "I sometimes get him a bit of shopping .....milk, papers, stuff like that after I drop the kids off at school." She now looked up, "and sometimes I go in for a coffee and biscuit."
I gave a pretend shocked gasp! "You never do! And?"
"And what?" Chloe replied.
"So; what do you get up to when you are in your Fancy Man's house, drinking tea and eating biscuits?" I smirked.
"He isn't my Fancy Man!" Chloe playfully replied. "I don't know....just talk and stuff. Sometimes he talks about his wife......she died just over a year ago; his Grand-kids, music......he's a Rock and Roll fan.....our kids, his job...stuff like that."
"Well," I cheekily laughed, "that would explain the quiff thing on his head." With hindsight the grey haired ruddy faced man probably did look like a bit of a Rocker. "How old is he? He looks old enough to be your Dad! Older even!"
"He is older......quite a bit actually." She laughed. "Dad is only 56 and Jim is 64."
Now I knew how old he was I was relieved; what harm could an old man like that be with a gorgeous filly like my wife?
We've been married 11 years and it would be fair to say that neither of us are the slim young things we were on our Wedding night. We've both filled out over the years; me more than her that's for sure. Since having the kids Chloe has filled out, and would best be described as curvaceous, buxom even and just as pretty as ever. I, on the other hand am now just fat!
"So, how often do you visit your Fancy Man?" I teased.
" Oh God Jamie!Once....twice a week, maybe." My wife was now relaxing into the conversation "He works funny shifts.....he's a bus driver......he's a really interesting guy."
"He must love having a sexy young thing like you coming around that often." I teased again.
"Do you still think I'm sexy?" Chloe asked with genuine interest.
"Of course I do!" I chuckled, "You are a real hottie......a MILF!".
I probably hadn't told her that I years. You don't, do you? Two growing kids, Chloe's busy job as well as keeping the home from falling apart and my career going from strength to strength plus my golf meant that we were taking each other for granted.....or at least I was taking her for granted.
"But does he?" I nervously chuckled with my heart racing; she really was...no; still is a sexy woman and I guessed this older man thought so too.
Chloe didn't answer.
"So?" I grinned as the drink made me braver, "do you dress all sexy when you visit him.....your Fancy Man?"
She took a few seconds before she answered, "Nooooooooo....just my normal clothes."
"Well, I bet he thinks you do dress sexily then......I know I do." My hands were now stroking my stiffening cock.
"Normal stuff....Just my jeans......you know.....my leggings....." She sighed , "my normal skirts....nothing outrageous."
"But you do know you are teasing him."
Chloe replied mischievously.... "Me? Tease? Never."
From the first night I met her I knew she was a prick-tease, dressing provocatively highlighting her 32c boobs, great legs and tight arse. Even though she is now a 36D with a large, comfy arse she is very much still a sexy woman and she knew it; attracting the attention of guys wherever she was...including my best friends back home. Nothing, though had ever made me think she had strayed...ever.
"Does your Fancy Man think you look sexy too?" I continued.
Chloe was silent as she took another long sip of wine.
"He must." I chuckled as I adjusted my balls.
"I don't know what you want me to say?" She nervously whispered.
"I am cool with this." I sort of lied, "It is a bit of a turn on actually." With that I took a photo of my stiffy and sent it too her.
PING
"You horny toad!" Chloe chuckled . "I don't believe you sometimes."
