This was my first ever attempt and based on a true life experience I had. Please feel free to comment, as I'd love to know what's good and what's not.
For more than 25 years now I have had a very pleasant and privileged life with my husband and two children, in a nice small town in an even nicer large house. My husband's work, being what it is, means I have not had to work my entire life, but I do like to help out in the community when possible, usually with the church or volunteering at the charity shop in the high-street.
I like to think we have always had a nice sex life, but as with any relationship the longer it got on the fewer times we actually made love. However, a couple of years ago Mike (my husband) seemed to get a little more passionate when we did have sex. Added to this there also seemed to be a trend to when we had sex, usually after a function dinner, which I put down to the drink, or (and this worried me) on a night after my friend Victoria visited.
Victoria and I have been friends for years when we went to school together, but then she married a city banker and moved away; we lost touch and I didn't see her for over 15 years. Four years ago they had a messy divorce and she moved back home to live and we've been close again ever since. She has coffee two mornings a week at our house and I have coffee two mornings a week at hers.
Although very alike, Victoria and I are also very different. I HATE the word conservative, but if I have to admit, yes, I am. I am 46 but I look good for it. I wouldn't be a fitness freak but I watch what I eat. I have blonde shoulder length hair, I'm a 36D, I have a slim waist, and I have what I like to call 'Mothering Hips'. Okay, I don't have a skinny ass (remember I have two kids and I'm the wrong side of 40) but it is far from fat either. Victoria, although dark haired, would be almost identical, the difference between us is I always hid my body, she flaunts it.
I don't mean she is tartish, no, it's just since her divorce she has let her hair down and wants to have fun. She likes to have her boobs tease, she likes to have her knees out, she like to have her heels high, and she loves to turn heads. Whereas with me it has always been pant suits, long skirts, dark fully buttoned blouses, and flat shoes. There has never been any hidden reason for how I dress, it's just the way I dressed.
Mike started coming home at lunchtimes, which was nice. More times than not it was the days Victoria was here, which never really meant anything to me until more often than not, the days he'd come home and she wasn't here he'd usually leave early. This played on me a little after a while, and then I noticed that on the nights she was here he was always very horny at night. I was sure something was up.
One afternoon he came home and Victoria and I were in the kitchen having coffee. He was his usual pleasant self making polite talk with us both when he saw that Victoria had been shopping and one of the bags she had was from an underwear shop.
"Treating yourself again Vicki? Something nice I trust?" he asked.
"No law against a girl wanting to feel good about herself is there Mike?" she replied defensively.
"No not at all, I just thought with your sense in clothing I bet it's a hot little number", he teased.
"Oh, is that right? Been paying much attention have you?" she toyed back.
"What's not to notice, it's all out there and very nice too."
Was I even in the room? What the hell was this I thought. My husband was boldly flirting with my best friend while I was in the room. The fixed smile on my face started to ache as I wanted to drop it, but was struggling to keep it.
"Want to see?" Victoria asked. Bitch! I thought.
Without waiting for a reply Victoria lifted the bag and removed a bra and panty set still on the hanger. It was floral in design with pink lace trimming. The panty was a thong with a thin lace strip up the back. Oh they were lovely, yes, but why was she showing my husband?
"This is my favourite", she said and removed a sheer nylon body stocking with lace detail. I'd swear Mike almost choked, his face blazed, and then he was the one with the fixed smile that looked uncomfortable.
The next half hour passed with little event and Victoria said her goodbyes. I walked her to the door. I had to say something but didn't want to get angry so I just kissed her on the cheek and jokingly apologised for Mike doing that to her.
"Oh don't be silly", she said, "It was fun, did you see his face when I showed him the body stocking? That shut him up, ha ha. I'll ring you later". And with that she left.
Maybe she was right, maybe Mike just overstepped the line of being teasing and all she was doing was embarrassing him.
I returned to the kitchen and picked up the cups and took them to the sink to wash.