What a week! It seems like all I have heard from him is how the Internet isn’t working and the cable keeps going out. I’d like to take all the electronics in this house and set them on fire! If I thought for a minute that would bring his attention to me, I would do it. No such luck. He would just buy new items that require his constant attention.

I never thought I would be in this situation. We used to be so happy. I mean, I married my high school sweetheart and expected it to be like that forever. Now it doesn’t even seem like I exist in this house. He is too into his electronics and TV shows to see me. Thing is, I work hard to keep my body looking nice and at 45 I can say I feel more like I’m 29. Why doesn’t he notice how much I work to look good? Here I am running around the house in a sundress that is so short it would turn any guy’s eye and he hasn’t even glanced at me all morning.

I’ve even made a spectacle of myself by prancing around in front of him. The bodice of my sundress is very revealing and my cleavage on my 36D breasts look so good in it. I grab the duster and begin cleaning the living room as he sits on his computer trying to figure out the issue with the connection. I am leaning over so he can see right down between my breasts and then turning so he can see how inappropriately short this sun dress is and NOTHING! If I lean down to touch the coffee table, I know my panties start to show, but nope, not even a glance in my direction.

Right then I hear the doorbell ring. 

As he is yelling about who it is, I bounce up and head for the door. Opening the door I freeze in place as my eyes are set on you, the most amazing looking 20 something standing in front of me. Wow! Dark hair, light eyes, t-shirt showing me the curves of your muscles. Suddenly, I don’t mind the cable issues at all.

Your eyes light up, nothing as foolish or innocent as going wide and it looks like you’re enjoying what you are seeing too. There are telltale signs that I am an older woman, possibly twice your age, but your facial expression says you really don’t mind. A smirk comes across your face as you run your eyes over me and I noticed. It was obvious you weren’t hiding it.

"Hello mam, you had a problem with the cable?" you ask, although you must know the answer to the question by my husband calling from the other room. We both ignore him and just stare for a moment.

I shake my head and come to my senses. "Yes, please come in," I say.

You step forward as I stand to the side allowing you to move past me. Your body is close to me and you tower over my small frame as you look down at me. I can feel your eyes drinking me in and without even looking around you say, "You have a lovely home".

Breathlessly I answer, “Thank you.”

I can feel my heart beating in my chest. You have given me more attention in 2 minutes that I have had in weeks! So tall, and young! I admonish myself for my errant thoughts of the man standing in front of me. Besides my being married, you are much too young for me to be thinking this way. You smell so good though and you are not disguising your perusal of me. I am only 5’4” tall having to look up at you as you step in the door at my request. Taking your time, I can feel your eyes take it all in and suddenly I am so happy to have on a dress that shows my cleavage just the way I like.

I can’t deny that I am enjoying the attention and even sway in my dress as you enter. Looking up I can see a slight grin come across your face as I step into the foyer. I have long red hair, green eyes and as I said, for my age I have a fit and tone body that I work very hard to keep in shape. Even with heels on I barely meet your shoulder. I smile brightly at the positive effect I seem to have on you. This is just what I needed after being ignored for so long. It reminds me that there are men out there who appreciate a woman who takes care of herself.

"Is that him? Bring him in here!" my husband shouts from the other room.

I can hear him calling so looking over my shoulder I ask you to follow me into the living room. I can feel the extra bounce in my step knowing you are behind me watching as I walk. 

We reach the living room and there sits my husband ready to pounce. He has been fuming about this cable all week and I feel so embarrassed that you will have to listen to the ranting as my husband unloads. He doesn’t move to get off the sofa when we walk in.

“What a lazy ass!” I think to myself.

Then I hear the deep voice behind me and turn as you say, "Hello sir, don't get up, I will have you all ready to go in no time." You are speaking to my husband, but looking directly at me the entire time.

My husband, in his most annoyed voice says, "Hurry up! The game is starting soon and l…" blah blah he goes on and on and you don’t give him a second glance as you move over beside the TV allowing him to continue his rant as you assess the situation. I see you fighting back a grin and then looking over at me.

"How long has this been a problem?" you say, ignoring my husband and directing the question to me.

"Um, all week," I say quietly as my husband rattles on in the background, "and he hasn't stopped complaining since it started.” I giggle, then go on, “Do you know how to fix it?"

I give you a big smile as you start speaking what is equivalent to a foreign language to me. I don't typically get involved in such things, but it would take a major act to pry me out of this room right now. So I nod my head and let you tell me all of the technical ways you will fix the cable all the while not understanding a thing you have to say.

My eyes begin to wander over your body and I am daydreaming about all of the ways I’d like to distract you from your work. I think you’ve noticed that I am not catching on to what you’re saying.

Suddenly in a little stronger tone you say, “Ma’m? I think your husband is talking to you now.”
Shaking my head and feeling quite embarrassed, I turn to him asking him to repeat what he said.

“Honey, I am sure this man has better things to do than to explain things to you that you have no hope of understanding. Don’t you have something to do in the kitchen?” He was basically dismissing me and embarrassing me more in the process. I tried not to show my hurt feelings as I quietly thank you and excused myself.

“I am so sorry to bother you, I will let you get back to work.” I slowly look away as I turn to leave the room.

Just as I am about to step out of view I turn back to glance at you and I can see you still looking right at me. As our eyes meet I can tell that you are not happy about how my husband has made me feel. I force a smile letting you know it is what I am used to and quickly turn to leave the room.

As I reach the kitchen I stop against the door and I can feel my heart beating a million miles an hour! How could you have such an effect on me? I am surely starving for attention and I NEED to snap out of it! I admonish my thoughts as I go back to my Saturday chores.

In the background I can hear you speaking in an annoyed voice. "Sir, do you mind helping me out. Just unplug the cable box over there."

"What, huh?" I hear my husband grumbling and I am sure he is texting and trying to check the game on his phone.

"I need some help...," you say and suddenly I see you peeking your head into the kitchen door "Actually, ma'am, would you mind helping me?"

“Yeah, hon, help him," my husband says, waving his hand and not even looking up.

You are smirking as I walk back into the room. I am grinning wildly and moving my hips as your request has given me a thrill. I stare at you mischievously, drinking you in and you know it. I see you lick your lips before speaking.

"I just need your help for a moment ma'am, if you wouldn't mind getting down there, and unplugging the power to the box."

I give you a look of complete confusion.

You look at me and say, "The box, I need you to reset the box."

Your eyes are drawing over me, knowing my husband is preoccupied, but I don't think you really cared if he wasn't. At this point you have dismissed him as a complete imbecile.

“You mean this right here? Oh yes, let me get that.”

And suddenly I am 29 again with all the confidence in the world! Turning just right so I am only in your view I bend over to see if I can reach the plug. I know you are seeing my legs and maybe you even have a slight glimpse of my panties too but I don’t care. I haven’t felt this sexy in a long time and it is the least I can do to show you that you are affecting me by being naughty. I have leaned over like this 4 times in front of my husband this morning, but he never even noticed. Glancing back I say “Is this where I unplug it and count to ten and then plug it back in? I’ve done that many times before.”

I hear you chuckle and realize that I am not the least bit technical. “Yes,” you say, “That is exactly what I need you to do.”

“Okay,” I giggle.

Knowing that you are looking, I bend my knees so I can reach the plug and turn so you can see me from the front. My sundress is fitted just right around my breasts and cut so that my cleavage is deep and very sexy. I reach back behind the cable box leaning forward a bit and you are distracted from what you are doing and just looking at me while I reset the box. Then I start counting...slowly, "One, two, three..."

“Mission accomplished!” I say with exactly the double meaning you were expecting. “I think it is reset now. What’s next?” I say eagerly waiting my next instruction.

Now that I have my husband’s permission to help you I am eager to stay in your company just a bit longer. You get my hint and quickly look around for some way I can help. Handing me the remote, you point out exactly what you would like me to do when you say “ready”.

As I take the remote from you after your instruction I touch your hand just slightly. Immediately I look up at you to see if you felt what I did. Instantly I see that you felt it too and I smile. As our eyes meet my smile turns to a devilish grin and I glance over to see if hubby is watching us.

"Your wife is quite helpful, sir," you say out loud, but he just grumbles a gratuitous confirmation.

You watch me looking, my eyes traveling over your body, noticing the sizable bulge in your pants and you can see hunger in my eyes. Slowly taking the remote from me as I am lost in a haze, staring at your crotch, you hit a button and the TV comes alive. This snaps me out of it, and alerting my husband.

"Finally!" he shouts and he quickly grabs the remote from you.

"Were there any other TV's in the house giving you issues?" you ask my husband.

Hubby doesn’t answer. He is already completely involved in the game that is on.

I grin and say, “Well, I’m not sure if the others are having trouble, but I would be happy to show you where they are so you can check.”

Looking up at you I can see that this could be more than just checking the televisions. My mouth goes dry at the thought of taking you upstairs and being alone in a room with you.

You smile and say, “Well, lead the way, ma’am.”

Turning toward the door I lead you to the bedroom.

“Honey, I am going to show this gentleman our other televisions so that he can check them, okay?” I say to my clueless husband.

“Yes, yes…and make sure that he checks the modem to be sure we are getting the highest download speed on our internet as well. It has been giving me a lot of trouble when I play COD lately,” he says as I lead you out of the living room.

I have no idea what he just said, so I give you a quizzical look and you nod your head fully understanding what he is asking as we head up the stairs to the bedroom.

Someone who I can no longer find here on Lush contributed to this story a long time ago....he will remember our conversation and I greatly thank him for giving me courage to write a story that was so far out of my own experiences.