Real World in Fashion.

Lost Leader

Lost Leader I have now had a year enjoying the pleasures of early retirement and at only fifty, I can get involved in all the pastimes and activities that a stressful job precluded. However, my wife, Jean said she preferred to keep earning her "pocket money" at the local Supermarket for a little while longer; she was normally on the check-outs and found meeting people enjoyable. This didn't upset me, but it did mean that when she was on the early evening shifts, I had to drive and fetch her after work. On the marital front, our relationship had been platonic for some time - since Jean had an early menopause - and I had never had an above-average sexual appetite; I had come to the conclusion that Jean wasn't interested in sex any longer and accepted it regretfully. One Friday just before Christmas I was in town doing some shopping and realised that I was about an hour early to pick up Jean. After taking a coffee in the arcade Bistro I drove round to the rear of the Supermarket where Staff parked their cars and was all set to sit and wait when one of the Security staff saw me and called me over. "I'll let you in the back door - it'll be warmer to wait inside" he suggested and I joined him gratefully. After a brief chat I left him in his little cubicle and strolled around to the front of the Store. One of the other girls told me Jean had gone for a break and it would be OK for me to head up to the Staff room on the first floor. I climbed the back stairway and was passing the storeroom where the cleaners kept their equipment when I heard a female voice that I recognised. The door was ajar and the light was on. The sight that confronted me as I pushed the door open quietly was one I shall never forget. A young man was kneeling on the floor with his back to me; he was unlikely to notice my arrival because his head was buried between my wife's bare thighs as she lay back across some cardboard boxes. Her ankles were over his shoulders and dangling from one were the blue high-cut panties I had seen her put on that morning. I froze and very carefully retraced my step until I was hidden by the door, determined to watch the performance being played out before me. The man lifted his head "You're beautifully wet now" "And ready for the next course" said Jean breathlessly, "I'm aching for it" The man stood and lowered his white trousers - betraying that he was one of the Store's bakers. He moved towards her again and I heard a loud gasp from Jean, signalling he had entered her. "Better be quick," she gasped, "I must to get back - and then I've got to get cleaned up before my old man collects me" "Is this quick enough?" snarled the Baker, obviously nearing his climax as he thrust violently into her. "Yes,yes, I'm going to cum any second" moaned Jean. I saw her legs scissor round his neck as her body arched upwards and she gave a long drawn out wail as she shuddered to orgasm. "That's finished me too," the man grunted and I saw his buttocks clench as he spasmed. I realised that I had better move, if only to make the rigid erection in my slacks a little more comfortable. I walked quickly into the Store and was after making a detour round the aisles, I walked back towards the Staff entrance in time to see Jean emerge. She looked guiltily at me, recovered her composure and greeted me with a brief kiss. "I'll be finished in a few minutes," she said calmly and I waited by the news stand until she had been relieved. It was half an hour later that we arrived home and I gave her a large gin& tonic after I'd poured myself a whisky. "I fancy an early night for once - how about you?" I asked with a knowing grin. "Well, I'm a bit tired ..... but...well, OK" > After dinner we tidied up and I encouraged Jean to make for the stairs. Once we entered our bedroom I lost no time in starting to undress her as I kissed her feverishly. When I'd eased down her skirt I knelt as if to administer the treatment with my tongue that she used to enjoy, breathing the pungent odour of her panties. I drew them down and noticed the crotch was quite stiff & stained; actually I had no desire to lick another man's cum. "You seem unusually turned-on" I said innocently, "Your pants are in a terrible state" She said nothing but turned on me and started to fondle my already erect penis. "I'll make him big and he can pleasure me" she said. "And when he does, I want to make you explode too" "Well, I'm a bit weary so I may not get there" she said. (And I bloody well know why, I thought) Sure enough I was throbbing urgently after only a few minutes of thrusting and burst inside her with a throaty shout. She lay still after I'd cum and then rolled away from me, oblivious to the dribbling wetness that flowed over her thighs. "I said I might not," she said quietly as she turned over to sleep, adding "But you did anyway" I spent the next day debating how I was going to approach my unfaithful wife and after some thought, decided on a devious plan. When she was in the bathroom that evening, before going to bed, I extracted her panties from the laundry basket and noted the same stiffness & staining again. I hid the offending article in my wardrobe, knowing Jean was unlikely to notice since I usually did the washing each week. By Saturday morning I had three pairs of her soiled knickers secreted and omitted them when I filled the washing machine. When I returned from doing some shopping I made a point of commenting upon the (fictitious) poor service I had received at the Supermarket bakery that morning. Jean rounded on me immediately. "You mean the tall young man?" she queried. "Yes, he was very offhand with me. I've a mind to complain to the Manager" Jean looked worried. "Don't do that. He's quite nice really - and it might affect my job there" "Well, I think he needs taking down a peg or two - and I know how to do it" "How?" she said, a little too quickly. "I'll show you. Come with me" and I led her upstairs, chuckling inwardly at her mystified expression. I opened my wardrobe and extracted a Supermarket plastic bag. Then I threw three pairs of soiled knickers onto the bed. "I'll take those and show him," I said savagely, watching Jean's face. "Where ..did...you get...those?" she stammered, her cheekseks very pale. "Out of the laundry basket, you dirty whore" I shouted, losing my temper, "All covered with that bloody Baker's cum - just like you were on Tuesday evening - and every night since, I imagine" Jean slowly sat on the bed, her face in her hands. "I don't know what to say or do" I reached above the wardrobe and dragged a suitcase down. "I'll tell you, shall I? - pack these and any other clothes and be out of this house by this evening -presumably your Baker has room in his bed and will be happy to give you a Christmas present" Jean burst into tears, but it was too late for me to be forgiving. I just could not believe that someone who had shown so little interest in sex for so long could have suddenly changed so much. I stalked downstairs and waited. I heard the phone being used and about half an hour later a car drew up outside. Jean came downstairs and the front door opened & closed. I watched her climb into the waiting car and then poured myself a large whisky.