Do you ever get those moments when something so totally unexpected happens and turns your perceptions and beliefs about yourself completely on their head? I had a night that did that to me, last weekend, and I really need to talk about it, to get things straight. I do hope you'll listen.
Firstly, a bit of background. Sally Ann and I have been married for almost ten years now. She's lovely. A bit straight laced perhaps, and lacking a little imagination in the bedroom area, but as we are both in our early forties, that's something that's not going to change. Sally Ann and I regularly spend evenings out with a couple we are good friends with... Terry, a guy I've known since I was 14, and his wife Wendy. I've known Wendy for years too, and in fact, I introduced the two of them. Wendy and I met at work, when she started with us as a temp... I was 25, she was 19. We hit it off, as great friends. I was always trying to make a move on her, as I fancied her rotten, but she didn't see me the same way. We went out as friends a few times, she'd met Terry and the three of us got on well. As you can imagine, I wasn't very happy when I returned from a family holiday and found the two of them had become lovers. Well, I wasn't surprised as there was a certain chemistry between them. I was angry at first, but I got over it and gave them my blessing.
Well, that was 13 years ago, and as happy as I am with Sally Ann, I still have thoughts about Wendy. Who can blame me? She's in her mid thirties now, around 5'2. She has the most gorgeous black bobbed hair (think Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction). She's a tiny little thing, a size 8. She once confided in me that she was a 32b. And for someone so petite, she has the most gorgeous long legs, and a generous bum too. She's always been a little flirty with me, even though we've had that little bit of history between us, but we've both taken it as a joke. Fortunately, so have Terry and Sally Ann.
Well, last weekend, the plan was for the four of us to meet up for a meal and a drink. Terry had discovered a pub we hadn't visited before, so we were going there to see how things went. All was going according to plan. Sally Ann is a nurse, and she'd been scheduled for an early turn on Friday, until she got a call late Thursday evening asking her to do a night. I won't tell what she actually said as Sally Ann has a real filthy mouth on her when she loses her temper. She was looking forward to the evening out, and was not happy that it was taken over by work. I was all for ringing Terry and Wendy and cancelling completely, but Sally Ann talked me into going along. I felt guilty of course... me out enjoying myself, and Sally Ann slaving away on the ward, but I'd had a stressful week last week and badly needed to unwind.
After a round of phone calls, I arranged to pick Wendy up from work at five the following day, and drop her back at her place. We were going to get a cab, and head for The Square and Compasses from there. A bit of a trek in a cab, but at least we could all have a drink. Ironically, Wendy still worked in for the same company she'd joined as a temp all those years back, while I'd moved on. I pulled into the road opposite the offices, and got out of the car to stretch my legs. As you know, it was a very hot day on Friday, well into the eighties. And there was Wendy. Wow! I've always loved the office girl look, all the way back to my experiences with my first lover, Eleanor, when I was in my teens. But Wendy looked stunning. She was wearing a cotton blouse, fitted around the waist, and a knee length skirt and heels. I couldn't take my eyes off those gorgeous legs as she crossed the road towards me. I don't know how I managed to resist caressing her bum as she stretched up to kiss me on the cheek. My hand gently rested in the small of her back, in gentlemanly fashion as I returned the kiss.
We got in the car, and I drove off towards Wendy and Terry's place, exchanging small talk all the way. I hadn't seen Wendy for a few weeks, and there was a lot of gossip to catch up on. Pulling to at the traffic lights, I glanced down, and noticed that Wendy's skirt had ridden up her legs a little, and it was only the sound of some impatient horns from the cars behind me that let me know the lights were now on green. The cheeky little grin on Wendy's face let me know that she was fully aware what I'd been looking at. It was no secret that I still fancied her, and she loved to play up to that, and tease me. But as I said earlier, it was all done in a good spirit. Knowing it was all in fun didn't stop me getting the odd hard-on from her teasing and flirting and I'm sure she knew that too. Maybe it gave her a buzz knowing guys other than her husband still wanted her.
Terry was at the house when we pulled in to the drive way, and any thoughts of flirting, or fantasies about a quickie were put to one side as we went inside, and through to the patio in the back garden. Terry had cracked open a bottle of a nice chilled Australian Chardonnay, which we all enjoyed. We all had the chance to freshen up, and I slipped into a change of clothes, chinos and white open necked shirt with a blue stripe. I was glad I'd brought the clothes along, I felt much cooler. Sally Ann loved the shirt and the chinos and I was only sorry she couldn't be there.
I joined Terry in the garden again as we waited for Wendy. 'Come on' shouted Terry. 'The cab'll be here any minute!'
But it was only a couple of minutes before we heard the tell tale click of Wendy's heels as she walked across the kitchen floor and out into the garden. For the second time that day, my jaw dropped when I saw her. Terry let out the obligatory wolf whistle. Wendy was wearing a beautiful, knee length summer dress in red, with a pair of low black sandals. The dress was strappy, and fitted just tight enough to show that she was braless. Her black hair looked stunning against the dress, and she was sure to turn a few heads when we were out.
The first head she turned was the taxi drivers, and he was delighted when she sat in the front of the cab with him. I sat in the back with Terry, wondering whether she was giving the poor guy a similar view to the one I had earlier. Just so long as he kept his eyes on the road! Well, we reached the pub all safe and sound, and arranged with the driver for a pick up at around 11.15. I could almost sense him staring at Wendy's bum as we walked into the pub. I couldn't blame him, I was too! Sure enough, when we got inside, heads turned again, Wendy smiling and joking with us, and enjoying the attention she was getting.
The evening passed quickly. The food was beautiful, much better even than the glowing recommendations had led us to believe. None of us drank much; it was too hot for that, though what I did drink had an effect on me, more so than normal. Wendy seemed a little tipsy too, and I'm not sure who was steadying who as we walked arm in arm out to the cab. The journey back to Terry's was uneventful, but I wobbled again as I got out of the cab. 'There's no way you are driving back tonight, mate' he ordered. 'Spare room for you. And that's an order.' He was right of course, I was in no state to get home, and I eagerly took them up on the offer. Seeing more of Wendy of course was an added attraction.
Terry poured us a brandy each... he was obviously drunk too, that Hennessey XO didn't come out that often! I sat on the sofa, Terry opposite on the arm chair, with Wendy sat on the arm, draped over her husband. My cock throbbed just a little as I could just about see Wendy's nipples erect through her dress. Her foot trailed up and down Terry's leg as we chatted. It was pretty obvious what Wendy had in mind for Terry, so I finished off the cognac and headed for the bathroom, wishing them good night.
After doing all the usual pre bedtime routine things, I headed for the spare room and undressed, laying the mobile phone on the bedside table. It was far too hot for pyjamas anyway, and even the boxers came off. Rather than get under the duvet, I lay on top of the bed. I reached for the phone and decided to send Sally Ann a text message.
