I had listened to neighbors, so called friends, a story about my husband that in hind sight I did not verify or find ample proof for. Based on my emotions at the time, I made a decision that would have serious consequences for many people, most especially my husband and I.
I am a told I am quite a pretty woman, mid thirty's with reddish brown hair that I wear quite long. I am 5' 5" pounds and am somewhat curvy with a 36D bust.
My legs have gotten a few wolf whistles over the years, especially paraded about in my one piece bathing suit, cut up the leg, past the hip.
I am a stay at home wife, having done a few years in the job market as an administrative assistant to a VP of a major oil firm. Now I stay home and in my spare time work out and generally enjoy some comforts that my husband provides thru his work. My husband Jeff has his own law practice after years of toiling with the same oil firm that I was with.
We have been married almost six years, not yet quite long enough for the legendary seven year itch. For the most part we had a satisfactory love life, though the stress of work sometimes got to Jeff and his tiredness sometimes blew out the romance before it could begin. I took everything in stride, knowing that we had a strong love and the lovemaking would return even when the schedule made us make compromises. However over the past several weeks it has gotten slower and slower for Jeff to respond.
I thought at first it must be work again, but his hours were not any longer than normal and he didn't write briefs or anything while home.
Yes he got calls on his blackberry, but nothing that he didn't cut off quickly. No, it was just something slightly different, that I just could not figure out. When Jeff came to bed, he quickly turned over, said goodnight and was sound asleep. No amount of prodding, fondling his nuts or cock, could get him to reciprocate. I had the standard thoughts, I guess as many women do, has he lost interest, is there some physical malady, or is it stress related.
We just didn't talk about it much. I would ask what's wrong, his response, about what? I certainly hoped it was a temporary thing, something that would rectify itself with some time.
I threw myself into keeping the house spotless and the lawn manicured with the help of David, a sweet high school kid, who did a fabulous job with the grass and shrubbery. I was the first on the street to give him work, now he pretty much did half the homes on our block.
We had a pool installed when we moved into the house about four years ago, so one of David's perks was he was allowed to swim after his mowing was done to cool off. He usually saved our house for the last of the day, basically so he could frolic in the pool and then go home. The chain of events started this way. My neighbor Ruthie, an older woman than me, probably early 50's came knocking on my door. Now she and I were friendly, but not buds. We probably were on the level of telling some things to each other but nothing personal.
So I was somewhat startled when she asked how things were between Jeff and me. Ruthie was not deterred and after adjusting herself in the chair, she spoke after exhaling a lot of air.
The Stephanie Carlson I knew of was a glamorous business woman in town who often did commercials for her enterprises. Her family owned a furniture super store, a designer showroom and she personally was into design, both clothes and jewelry. She was a beautiful woman, a tall blonde with a fabulous figure and great natural beauty. That she and my Jeff would be an item was unbelievable and yes, laughable. I was curious now. Reservations were like kruggerrands and worth just as much.
The only way Jeff would dine there is if he were the invited party. Ruthie was beginning to irritate me now with her gossip, so I was planning to toss her out for this infringement on my marriage. I told her it was time to go as I had errands, so she got up and walked in front of me to the door. She then turned and laid another one on me. First, to throw her two cents in; but now to have knowledge of others witnessing my spouse's infidelity.
Finally ushering her out, I closed the door quickly and with my back to the door, started to hyper ventilate. Jeff was a good and faithful man, there was a good explanation for all this and I was going to find out for myself.
I called Ms Carlson's office and asked for her. I was told she was not in, would I like to leave a message. I then asked if she had any business meetings with Jeff Meadows and that I was his wife. After a short pause, the receptionist said that Ms Carlson's business meetings were confidential and she would not give out that information.
I was not surprised by this, but the tone from the lady on the phone left me concerned. Something about the way she responded to me did not feel right. I then called Jeff's office and was told he went out for a business lunch. Seeing that it was only ten thirty in the morning; struck me as odd to.
I also knew that if Jeff went to lunch, his favorite place was Sal's, a little Italian place not far from our home. All this was feeling very odd to me and I could not seem to wrap my mind around any of it. As I was pacing the floor in the kitchen, the doorbell rang which startled me. Thinking it might be Ruthie again, I was preparing to lay into her.
Opening the door I was surprised to find a young man standing there. He was very handsome, well built and quite tan who looked like he spent a great deal of time outdoors.
It was awkward at first, both of us just staring and not talking. Finally he opened his mouth. He is feeling sick today and I'm helping him out on his yard work. I understand that this is your normal day for service, Mrs. Is David all right? He has the flu and being outside and active caused him to get weak and tired. I'm home from college and was just relaxing, so I offered to lend a hand. He should be in good shape in a couple of days.
Is there anything you need? I'll leave you to it. I may go out in a little bit, but I should be back soon. I needed to talk to him and decided that a visit to Sal's was in order, to catch him at lunch.
I went about gathering my things and also decided to change my blouse and slacks. Rushing upstairs I was besieged by my thoughts of possible trouble in my marriage. While changing I glanced out of the window after hearing the mower start up. I got a most pleasurable sight. Alan had removed his shirt and was walking behind the mower topless. His chiseled torso was breathtaking. His abs were etched and defined like I had only seen in pictures.
The expanse of his chest and shoulders showed a man who excelled in physical fitness and showed a truly athletic specimen. His arm muscles bulged as the mower moved along and he held it steady, the definition in his body was exceptional and I caught myself just staring.
I don't know how long I was frozen, but I had dropped my slacks from my hands and now had to retrieve them off the floor. When I got upright again, I looked out again at this hunk of man to find him now sweating and the sheen on his upper body was intoxicating. I found myself in a trance like state, enamored at the exceptional beauty of this man named Alan.
I felt something in my legs, as if they may crater, so I sat down quickly on the bed. I then felt a moistness originating from my crotch and an itch start in my vagina. The lack of sex for weeks and the sight of this man had caused my horniness to explode. I would need to get out of the house and away from the temptation outside and do it quickly.
My thoughts reverted back to the possible infidelity of my husband. I slowly focused more on my mission for the day, to get some answers to the questions rolling in my head. I finished getting dressed without further distractions, basically not looking out the window. Alan was off to the side when I came outside to get in my car. Now close up, the view was even more tempting to my eyes and thighs. I felt a quiver in my legs as the superb specimen of man flesh flexed in front of me.
Alan had a towel in his belt loop which he removed to wipe the sweat temporarily from his brow and chest. I was transfixed on this man's body and what the exertion was doing to him. Realizing I had to get away, I called out to Alan and said I had to go but after his work he was welcome to use the pool, just like his brother.
After letting that slip out, I wondered why I said it, I was really hoping he would be done and gone when I returned. I sped over to Sal's and quickly found a discreet parking space, away from most of the other cars and hidden by Sal's catering truck. I knew if Jeff was inside he would not look in this direction and find our car. Sal's had a side entrance used for their take out crowd; it gave a general view of the rest of the dining area, but since it had a high counter, offered protection from the seated diners.