Memoirs of a Shared Wife – Chap 20 by Pippa76..,

During the course of that coming week, the subject of dave came up a lot between myself and john.

I was particularly interested in the fact he was separated from his wife and very curious as to its cause.

He’d removed his wedding ring which was very symbolic, it said…..that part of my life is over.

But, was there someone else? Perhaps he already had a girlfriend?

It was clear that there was some bitterness because of his hushed sarcastic comment about exercise and not liking ‘this type anyway’.

It appeared to suggest that his wife was ‘busy’ entertaining someone else.

I had a lot of questions swirling around my mind that week.

It was frustrating not knowing, but there was little i could do about it but wait.

It was a long week but the wait did prove to be worth it. Our next walk and subsequent meeting with dave not only shed much more light on his wife situation but also brought us closer together… as a trio….

September held on to the warm weather of late summer, stubbornly refusing to accept it’s close relationship with autumn.

Taking advantage of this warm spell i decided to dress a little more ‘enticing’ for our new friend. Although we’d met only once, I’d got a lot from that.

His body language, the way he looked at me…etc.

I knew he was checking me out and knew he liked what he saw so, time to dangle the carrot…

Saturday morning arrived and i got changed into my walking attire, choosing a thin white v neck t shirt which had quite a low cut v. A thin white bra underneath would not hide the outline of my nipples, if they were to harden which they always do when I’m turned on.

This combination with the low v showed a good acre of deep cleavage…

On the bottom half i decided to be risqué and wore my grey ‘trousers in a can’ skin tight joggers, that john loved to see me in.

Indeed, upon first noticing what I’d chosen to wear that morning his face lit up, a broad cheeky grin forming, before he spoke

“Oh YES….you naughty girl…he’s gunna love that”

I then received a sharp slap on my rear from an excited john, which produced a loud cracking noise, the accompanying sting of pain causing me to shudder…..and my nipples to swell….in response.

I do enjoy a good spanking….from time to time.

I find it quite…. exhilarating.

Anyway back to the walk.

That morning we were going to be walking around the site of a large ancient battlefield.

Arriving at the meeting place a little late we joined the group mid briefing. The others looking around and acknowledging us with nods, smiles and, ‘mornings’.

I did notice a few admiring looks from some of the elderly gentlemen….. checking me out.

A few of them clearly earning a mean look from their wives as a result of leching.

I’d seen this kind of interaction many times before between wives and husbands, boy and girlfriends, it always brought a smile to my face, knowing i was having an effect.

This type of attention also produced its own affect within me, i could feel my nipples swelling already…..mmmm….oh that warm tingling sensation deep within my groin….as i imagined scenarios involving all these old guys….using me…at the same time…

Trying to avert my mind from these obscene imaginings i looked around for dave, only to almost jump out my skin as a voice from immediately behind said, “good morning you two”

Dave had been late too and was busy getting his pack out the boot of his car as we joined the group and had approached us unseen.

I watched as his eyes wandered down from mine to my cleavage, broadened a little then came back up to rejoin my own.

I gave him a little ‘look’ that let him know that I’d seen him peeking, and liked it.

To which dave began turning red…..gotcha.

However, i didn’t have much time to savour the moment as there was something different about dave this morning, something very noticeable.

He had a black eye. The swelling had gone down but you could easily see from the colouration that he’d been thumped at some point in the past week…

After saying our hellos the group leader had finished his briefing and we were off.

Initially we walked abreast, with dave on the other side of john, making small talk about traffic, the weather etc.

I desperately wanted to ask the burning question but couldn’t get a word in sideways, the two boys as usual waffling on about cars.

Eventually, john did what I’d been trying to do and asked dave about his eye?

He replied that it was a long story, then added that he would tell us later…. keeping us in suspense…

It was frustrating but there was nothing i could do at that time, at least not about finding out what had happened anyway.

I could however, amuse myself in other ways…

As the path narrowed a little i took the opportunity to position myself ahead of the two boys, now walking in front, it gave them both a good view of my rear….i exaggerated my walk a little, swaying my hips as i moved.

John later told me that dave kept staring at my arse as we walked along, adding that he would quickly look back at my husband as john turned to face him during their conversation.

I knew they would both be looking, the thought of which was so exciting that by the time we stopped for our snack break, i was nice and moist downstairs.

It was at the snack break that dave told us what had happened to his eye. It was a long story and very personal, dave opened up to us….a clear sign of trust in our blossoming friendship.

After briefly confessing that he had indeed been in a fight he then went on to explain why it had happened, taking us back to the break up of his marriage months earlier.

Like i said, it’s a long story so I’ll try and keep it brief.

Dave told us that his wife tina had been having an affair with a much younger man, she was 50, 3 years older than her husband, the guy she’d been with was just 19.

Dave had found out, confronted her at home and she had left him. Gone to stay at her lovers apartment initially, but then moved in with him properly.

It appeared it was serious and not just a wild fling.

Most of daves kids, 4 boys and 2 girls had grown up and moved out, all but one, a girl of 14.

Fast forward to the eye business….

Daves job was part office and part ‘in the field’, visiting peoples homes to make assessments of their needs.

Well, word got around the office about tina. The others finding it very amusing how she liked her ‘young bucks’.

There were lots of jokes and comments, whispered behind daves back, sniggers etc.

One such comment was spoken a little too loud near him during the tuesday of that previous week.

It made it worse because the guy who said it, bob, he didn’t like much. A ‘brown nose wanker’, dave called him.

The comment in question?

Dave told us this, “so I’m there at the coffee machine waiting…and i heard bob say to trevor….hey trev.. could you help me out with this sum please?….how many times does 19 go into 50?”

Dave stopped then and took a big swig of water from one of the many bottles in his pack, which i might add, he was still struggling with, he was bathed in sweat once more.