I was 24, a husband, a new father, and working in a new job in a big city, when a workmate, Terry, became friendly. Our wives quickly became best of friends and spent lots of time together. His wife Rosalyn was also 24, a Bored Suburban Housewife, with a sixyearold child and lots of spare time on schooldays.
She was slim and fit - she exercised a lot - with blue eyes and short blonde hair, a shy smile, slender waist, flat tummy, a tight little bum and surprisingly large breasts. All round, a perfect figure. She seemed quite shy, but had a party trick involving a black wig and a change of personality, when shed do a most provocative dance to disco/rock music. One day in our kitchen, messing around with my wife, Rosalyn came across the floor on all fours pretending to be a dog. (No, I didnt ask what was going on.) She was wearing tight bluejeans and a closefitting shirt. I could see down here cleavage. I got a hardon at once, and couldnt get her out of my mind after that.
A few days later, Terry gave me a ride home from work, and we stopped off at his place for some reason (I think it was to return a book hed borrowed, but as well see, that was just a pretext). We had a couple of beers, and Rosalyn turned up. Terry suggested she should drive me home, as hed had too much beer. We went in her Mini. I remember watching her as she drove, her tight body held in tight jeans and sweater, in confident control of her little car as she weaved thru the traffic. I hadnt seen her flesh beyond hands and face, but Id seen her shape, and the way she moved, and I wanted her with an ache I hadnt felt since the summer of Rochelle and Jill.
I dont know how I did it - I guess the beer helped - but I told her I knew I shouldnt be talking to her like this but I couldnt help it, I was thinking about her all the time, I found her painfully attractive, and I desperately wanted to make love to her.
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