Things with my husband had gone from bad to worse. He had even started having nights away from home. Did he have a fancy woman somewhere? I did wonder. But he did not. Quite by chance, a friend whom I went to school with saw him in a little country pub. His companion was a delightful young man and after a while, they left together.
I then knew for certain why we had separate bedrooms. I was twenty-seven, childless, unloved, and paraded at various social functions as if I were a prized peacock. I was suffocating in my unreal world. On our wedding night, we did nothing. On our three day honeymoon, all he wanted to do was take photographs and not of me either.
I was surprised that he never made me his golf caddy. But that honour was given to another nice young man. Things for me improved dramatically at the Mayor's summer ball. We were enjoying a spell of really hot weather so the lady's attire was quite flimsy. There was a lady over the far side of the room whom I had never seen before.
A quick word with Alison the wife of the Deputy Mayor confirmed that she was the new wife of the borough treasurer. She looked a little lost, lonely, in fact, so I made my way over to her.
She was quite tall, slim, with lovely blue eyes. I found her very easy to be with. We left the stuffy function room and went outside onto the balcony to take in the still night air.
She told me that her name was Hazel and that like me, she was many years younger than her husband. We had something in common. I liked Hazel very much and it seemed that she liked me.
We did our duty and danced and chatted with the boring old dignitaries, pretending to be interested in their conversations. Hazel and I looked over at each other several times as if we were giving each other moral support.
Sometime during that evening, she slipped me her phone number which I was pleased to receive. Had I found a friend? At last, the evening came to a close. My husband stayed behind talking to his friends and I was chauffeur-driven home.
The first thing I did was slip off my evening gown and throw it into a corner, swiftly followed by my skimpy silk knickers. The shower water was just about tepid as it cascaded over my nakedness. I smiled as I wondered just what the old farts at the ball would have given to see me wet and naked.
But there was something far more interesting. Hazel. I thought rather a lot about her and for some unexplained reason, those thoughts made me feel delightfully horny. It was so warm that I decided to try and sleep on top of the duvet but my little private army of vibrating friends had other ideas.