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Mike, 35 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, Anne's husband.
Anne, 34 years old, 5' 4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Mike's wife.
From the first chapter
After dinner I tried to think about what to do. I came up with a plan that I thought would help me figure it out. For the first time in my life I was afraid to talk about something openly with my wife. My only choice was to take some time off work on days when she would be out and see where she went. It would not be easy, but I had to know. It was going to kill me not knowing.
I found out that night that she would be at the gym again on Thursday, or so she said. I left work on Thursday morning after a kiss on the cheek, wondering what the day was going to bring.
On Thursday, I got to work and everything was a disaster. I was a project manager for a software project and the customer was upset about something in the database and the way it was working in the application so we had to attack it immediately. I worked with the engineers and we came up with a solution. Unfortunately, we didn't get the hot fix delivered until about 4pm. That meant that I was too late to see what was going on with my wife.
I cleaned up the day-to-day work emails that I had and didn't get home until 6pm. I walked in to the smell of something really good cooking. My stomach growled instantly.
"Anne?" I walked thru the kitchen, but there was no sign of her.
"Upstairs! Be down in a minute!"
I put my work stuff down and walked over to the counter. There was something in the crock pot that I didn't recognize, but it smelled wonderful.
I started to lift the lid, but Anne was coming into the kitchen. "Leave the lid on so that it continues to cook." I didn't turn around before she embraced me from behind. "It won't be ready for about another hour, can you wait that long?"
I loosened her arms and turned around. I was just going to say 'Sure', but what I saw before me caused my brain to malfunction. Anne grinned and backed up. She stood there and posed for me. I was mesmerized. She was wearing her hair in a pony-tail and had on make-up that made her look like a hooker, which went with the rest of her outfit. She was wearing clothes like her old Catholic school uniform, but not like they ever wore them in school. Her white shirt was untucked and tied under her small, firm breasts, but that was the only thing holding it together. She had not buttoned it at all and it gaped between her breasts, providing nice glimpses of skin, breasts, and maybe a nipple. She had been working hard on staying in shape and it showed. Her waist was well tapered between her chest and hips and her stomach was flat and sexy as hell. Then there was her skirt, which was definitely the one I saw in her gym bag, barely covering anything below her crotch. She was a walking sex machine and I was still stunned.
She giggled. "Do you like my outfit, Mister Jones?" She twisted back and forth like a nervous teenager might do, using a made up name for me.
"You should be ticketed for indecent exposure, little girl." I grinned, getting into the game. My god, she was becoming more and more adventurous.
"You don't think I'm decent?" She put her finger on her lip and pouted. It was sexy as fucking hell and I was getting hard.
"I think your outfit is indecent in public, but your body is definitely a decent one."
She grinned and started toying with the right side of the shirt, pulling it enough to let her right nipple peek out at me. It was hard. "Thank you, Mister Jones." She moved to the refrigerator and looked over her shoulder at me. Her ass was just barely covered. "Can I get you something to drink, Mister Jones?"
"Sure, I'll have a beer."
She opened the fridge and bent over, revealing her beautiful little bubble butt and the fact that she was not wearing panties. She had left her feet about two feet apart and that meant that her pussy slit was completely visible. She looked back over her shoulder. "Can I have a beer, too, Mister Jones?"
"Sure, Miss Smith, you can have anything you want." I was staring at this woman and wondering what the hell had gotten into her. I was hoping it was just me and the fact that she was finding time to relax. I didn't even want to consider the items that had made me what to follow her today. Of course, my dick now had absconded with the blood I needed to think about anything but sex.
Anne turned around with two beers. "Anything, Mr. Jones?"
"Of course, Miss Smith, anything you want."
She grinned and turned and put the two beer bottles down. She walked up and stood right in front of me. She stared up and me. "Well, Mr. Jones, what I really want is what my girlfriends have been telling me about."
I grinned. "And what is that, dear?"
She looked down at my tent and then back up at me and tried to act shy. She put her finger in her mouth and chewed it while she said coyly. "I want a real man."