Monday 5th June 2017
Helensburgh
Western Scotland
I’d drank my orange juice, eaten my cereal, and as I sipped my coffee I gazed across the table at my beautiful wife, Melanie. Her dark brown long, loose ringlets hung beyond her shoulders and as she ate her toast I thought about how much she meant to me. At forty, she was ten years older than me, but she looked a lot younger.
She swallowed a piece of toast. “Why are you staring at me Karl?”
“I was considering how fortunate I was with the things in my life, but especially to have a wife as beautiful as you.”
“I’ll accept the compliment graciously and leave it at that, although some women might think that their husband was feeling guilty about something.” She sipped coffee. “What have you got lined up for today, dressed all casual in your T-shirt and jogging pants?”
“I’ll continue with my creative writing exercises.”
“What’s next with your writing course?”
“I’ve written articles and written several short stories. I’ve accepted the challenge to choose a specific genre to write a longer story of a fifty thousand words.”
She dabbed her glossy lips with a napkin. “Well, whatever you get up to, enjoy it, and I’ll get out there and sell more property to keep a roof over our heads.”
When she stood and left the table, I cleared away the crockery and loaded the dishwasher.
Melanie checked herself in the full-length mirror near the front door and turned to me. “Do I look presentable?” She lifted the hem of her bright floral summer dress in both hands and turned this way that, showing her shapely legs.
I appraised her from her lovely hair and face, past the hint of cleavage at her neckline, down to her high heels. “You look stunning, and if your customers are men, they’ll buy anything from you.”
“What about women?”
“I’m sure there will be plenty of women who’d be eager to buy anything from you too.”
“I’ll turn on the charm whatever sex the clients might be.” She lifted her light jacket, shoulder bag and car keys, and leaned towards me. Her lips met mine in a brief kiss.
“Before I get involved in anything else today, I’ll get my laundry done and out on the line, because it promises to be a sunny day?”
“If you have enough space would you throw in the contents of my basket?”
“Yes, of course. Are there any delicate items in your basket that would have to be done separately?”
“No, I’m sure there are only tights, panties and bras in there.”
“Okay.” I kissed her again and inhaled her perfume. “Now, go and drive your colleagues mad.” I watched her reverse down the driveway and set off to work, and then I looked along the street. We lived in one of the three houses situated at the bottom end of a small cul-de-sac. While the house to our left was empty and for sale, our neighbours in number 8, to the right, were a handsome couple in their forties.
I smiled as I watched Peter for a moment, bringing his lawnmower out to the front garden. He had a good physique for a man of his age, and he liked to let other people see it. Wearing no more than shorts and training shoes to mow the lawn early in the morning was a sign that he liked to be semi-naked, or he just liked to show off his muscles and all over tan.
As I turned away to go and deal with the laundry, I heard Peter’s lawnmower growling. I brought my laundry basket downstairs and rapidly emptied the contents into the washing machine. I took my basket upstairs and looked in Melanie’s basket. It was exactly as I’d been told to expect, which was mainly tights, bras and panties. I emptied the items onto the bed and gathered them up to take them downstairs. I separated Melanie’s things and paused when I lifted one of the pairs of black tights. I placed that pair to one side, and continued until I was holding a black babydoll nightie, and then it joined the tights I’d left out.
Five minutes later, as our neighbour’s lawnmower dealt with his grass, and our washing machine dealt with the laundry, I was stripped naked and easing the black tights up my legs so I could deal with my secret desire. I pulled them up until the waist reached my belly button and then I smoothed them from my ankles to my steadily growing erection. I lifted the black babydoll I’d also kept out of the washing, and dropped it over my shoulders so that the pretty lace trim sat neatly in front of my throbbing cock. I went into Melanie’s walk-in wardrobe and selected a pair of bright red, high-heeled sandals. The walk-in wardrobe was one of two spare rooms but it was too small to be used as a bedroom so we’d adapted it by fitting clothes racks, drawers, a dresser and a pedestal mirror.
One of the sandals was fastened so I had to undo the buckle before easing my foot into it until my toes were squeezed out of the hole at the front. I put on the other sexy sandal and fastened it before standing carefully to look at myself in the mirror. I caressed the bulge in the front of the tights.
“I need this so much.” As I admired myself from the neck down I rubbed myself more firmly, and then I looked up at my face and hair. It took willpower, but I stopped rubbing my cock and turned to sit at the dresser. I undid my ponytail, before centre-parting, and brushing my long fair hair, and then I lifted a slutty red lipstick and applied it with a trembling hand. I considered doing more, but I was desperate to have a wank, so I replaced the lipstick and stood to look at myself.
“Mm, that’s better.” Accompanied by the sound of Peter as he paced back and forward with his mower capturing every blade of grass, I stood in front of the pedestal mirror and gripped my cock in the black nylon and stroked steadily. I inclined my head slightly so that my long hair fell forward to partially conceal my face, but I could still see my slutty red lipstick, so I bit my lip in a sexy pose.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cried out as I shot my load and the cum oozed through the nylon and over my fingers. “Oh … what would my hunky neighbour say … if he could see me … like this?” I used my other hand to prevent the cum dripping on the rug. I froze when I heard Melanie’s voice.
“He’d probably say, ‘What the fuck is my next-door neighbour doing wearing lingerie?’, you pervert.” There was a peculiar tone in her voice, which could have been partly shock, partly sarcasm.
I looked her reflection, standing in the doorway, staring at me. “Mel … Melanie—”
“Save it, you kinky sod.” She looked me up and down. “I only travelled a few miles and realised I’d left my phone plugged in.” For a moment she looked at my reflection over my shoulder. “Turn and face me.”
“Please,” I murmured, and placed both cum-soaked hands over the stained tights.
“I said, turn and face me, I want you to look me in the eye.”
I slowly and carefully turned, but couldn’t look up.
“Take your hands away from there, and look at me.”
I moved my sticky hands away from the cum-soaked tights and raised my head. “I’m sorry—”
“I said, save it, sweetie, and I meant it.” She nodded slowly as she clicked her phone camera. “When I get home, we’ll have dinner and then over a glass of wine, you’re going to tell me how this started, and how long it’s been going on.” She turned to leave, but paused before looking back over her shoulder. “After we talk, you might be leaving here soon, and if I think you’re lying, you’ll be leaving tomorrow.” She raised her phone and took another picture of me.
Five minutes later, I was standing in the shower in our en suite, crying tears of self-pity.
“I’ve spoiled it … and risked everything … for an occasional kinky thrill.”
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