It’s amazing how little you can be aware of what’s going on around you, right underneath your nose, even right in front of your eyes sometimes. By the time I was in my forties, I thought I had everything set just the way I wanted it. My wife, Laura, was still beautiful, a curvy redhead with slight plumpness she had gained with middle age, which only served to give her a happy, healthy glow. Even though our sex life had stagnated recently, she seemed happier than ever in the weeks leading up to the events that would change my life and my outlook completely. Our son Adam had just turned eighteen and had grown into a tall, broad shouldered, strappingly masculine man who was desired by every girl at school. Yes, I thought, there’s little more a man could want from his home life than a beautiful wife and a handsome, popular son. Well, I was about to learn just what can happen to a man with a home life like that.
Like I said, my wife and I hadn’t been having much of a sex life at all lately so I was somewhat thrilled and excited one evening to see her come into the bedroom wearing a very sexy shear dark blue babydoll that barely covered her round, peachy arse, and just about revealed the black lace thong she wore beneath. I’ve always loved sensual women’s lingerie, the soft feel of the material against skin, the way it hung from and clung to all the right places, enhancing already beautiful curves, so it was quite something to see Laura dolled up like this as she hadn’t for quite a while. She came over and began to kiss and stroke me, pulling all my clothes from me until I was completely naked and my arousal at this sudden turn around in her behaviour all too clear.