Chapter 1

This is an account of an event that happened about two and a half years ago. I've kept it to myself simply because there was nobody to tell, as I certainly wasn't going to pass it on to family or friends. You can see why.

We live in a town that by New England standards is sizeable but would not be much more than a large village in the rest of the country. I am married to a very nice girl four years younger than me who, even though every body thinks is very pretty, is not in that category of "stunning." She looks very good to have two small children, more out of luck and genetics than from a concentrated effort to keep herself looking good. She keeps her hair short for convenience, is relatively short and is blessed with really nice breasts that stand out and seem to have permanently hard nipples. She teaches at the junior high level where her most difficult task is trying to keep the young boys with a crush on her at arms length. If they, or anybody else for that matter, knew what she wore under her clothes they really would be excited. Even though she dresses quite simply, she has an appetite for extremely provocative underwear. She also has an insatiable sex drive.

At the time, I was working as a line supervisor in a distribution company that had limited opportunities for advancement but was expanding to include starting a new evening shift. This new shift was to be an exact duplicate of the operation that I supervised during the day. They had a good man to run it but he would need training to get it started. After a long discussion with my wife, we made the difficult decision that I should volunteer to work that shift with him until he had it under control. Even though it meant us not being together at night for several months, it would be an excellent opportunity for me to step forward in the eyes of management. I did, and they were very pleased with my initiative.

Two weeks later my workday began at four in the afternoon and ended after midnight. In addition to not being home in the evening with her and the babies, it shoved most of our activities into the weekend, including sex. Even though this may seem like a nice arrangement for most, I was dealing with a woman who would sometimes walk out into the garage when I was leaving for work and open her robe for me to see what she was wearing under her clothes that day. Almost always, the garage door would go back down for a few minutes!!

It also screwed up our weekly Friday night card games with her older sister and brother-in-law. None of us had the money or child care to go out often so every Friday they came over about eight after we had put the children down for the night and played cards until eleven. Even though I was at work and didn't miss it, after two weeks it became apparent that she really missed the social part of it. I felt that she was already paying too big a price for my job, so I really urged both her and her sister not only to keep it up but to see if they could find a fourth person to fill in until I was back on schedule. Luckily, her brother-in-law had a super nice younger brother who was single, had just moved back into town, and had not regained his social life yet. Brian was about four years younger than Abbey and they had known each other all through childhood. Surprisingly, he was a fairly willing volunteer.

Even though things were going well at work I was starting to fall behind on some safety reports that were due on a regular basis. On the first Friday that the card game was to start again I decided to go into work early in the day to catch up and to have a chance to speak to my supervisor. By ten that night I was tired and decided to ease on home, giving the new guy a chance to take over without me being around and I thought I might surprise the group at home.

When I got home the driveway was blocked with two cars so I drove a block down and parked in an empty church parking lot until they left. As I walked back toward the house I started second guessing coming home early. Abbey was unaware that I had gone in early and maybe I might just be a clumsy "fifth" with a new partner already in place. I certainly didn't want him to feel uncomfortable and not want to come back.

Instead of walking in the front door unannounced, I went around the side of the house and through a very squeaky chain link fence gate. I cringed, wondering if they might have heard it. We live in a modest house in an older neighborhood and have the fence in place to keep the kids in. Our back patio faces directly into the kitchen and living room through a wall that is almost entirely glass, including a big sliding glass door, none of which we ever kept curtained and we routinely leave the windows open, which they were that night. Our house backed up to some woods so we were private. Right behind the patio not more than ten feet was a nice medal shed my Dad put there for the kids to use as a playhouse.

With it being dark, I could easily see in without them seeing me. We always played in the living room with a card table so that it would be cozy. I saw that Brian was sitting next to Abbey and everything seemed to be going well. I decided then that I was not going to intrude and would instead go have a cup of coffee somewhere and ride out the evening. But I stood for a while watching them first.

Abbey was wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts. After a while, I started noticing that Brian was not only constantly touching her leg with his, but every now and then was putting his hand under the table and brushing her leg with it. She didn't seem to be paying any attention to it, apparently enjoying the night. With the windows open, I was close enough to actually follow their conversation, of which I had no interest. What did interest me and kept me from leaving was what was going on under the table.

My interest turned to anticipation as I continued to spy on them. How long had this been going on and was she going to make any move to stop it? Even as I stood there, his touches became more brazen. The "brushing" became lingering touches and became more frequent. Finally, he gently placed his hand on her knee and left it there. I suspect he had been encouraged by Abbey's lack of response to his touches. I know I would have been. This time, she acknowledged the intrusion and put her hand under the table, moving his hand away from her.

I was frozen with the events unfolding in front of me, all thoughts of leaving definitely gone. In a perverse way, I thought to myself, "What an opportunity! How often does a man get to see his unknowing wife's reaction to another man's advances"? And, being fair to the situation, Brian was a good-looking college grad with a nice personality. I think most women would appreciate the attention from a younger man. I felt my heart rate increase and I was breathing harder.

I'll give this to Brian; he didn't give up. Even as Abbey brushed his hand away, he casually continued to search for her under the table, never giving away his intent to the other two. She pushed his hand away a number of times before she moved her leg over a little to try to escape him. After a while, I guess she gave in a little and allowed his hand to stay on her knee. Even though he made no attempt to go any higher, I started to shake a little and I could definitely feel the beginning of an erection. Instead of being upset, I found it strangely exciting.

I was both relieved and disappointed when her sister looked at the clock and said they needed to break the game up. At this point we all normally go through a little clean up procedure before they leave, more out of courtesy than need. That night, however, Brian told them to go ahead and get out and he would stay to help. They left with no thoughts about it, I'm sure, leaving the two of them alone.

After everything was put away, Brian sat on the couch with his drink and they started to talk. I could hear perfectly as they spoke of things that had happened when they were children and teenagers. They had never been close since she was four years older, but they had known each other all through the years. Finally, after about twenty minutes of banter, they talked about old boyfriends and girlfriends, none of whom I knew. Then they got my interest.

"I guess you know I always had a huge crush on you," Brian said quietly.

Abbey seemed genuinely surprised. "You're kidding. No, I never had any idea." She was laughing.

"Oh, yeah. For years and years. You used to drive me crazy when you wore your cheerleader uniform."

Abbey just laughed again, but you could tell she was both embarrassed and pleased at the same time. I think anybody would feel the rush if a nice looking person much your junior professed a past love for you. The conversation went on between the two, each minute getting a little bit deeper as he told her of instances where she had done things that he still remembered. It may have been trivia, but she was overwhelmed with the attention.