seduction of wife

Our lodger Geoff had been staying with us for some time and drank in the same pub as my wife I and did. My wife Roz also did some shifts behind the bar. Roz was in her late 20s then, extremely attractive and with a wonderful figure despite having two very small children. Slim, with sensational legs. One night when Roz was working, I was pretty tired and left the pub at about 10pm leaving Geoff chatting to her. He was a year or so older than her, though younger than me. I well built, good looking guy.  I made the short walk home and went to bed. I was dozing when I heard the front door and thought nothing of it, then about 20 minutes later I realised there was no noise from the TV and started to listen carefully. It was not long before that I heard a bump and realised what was probably happening, since I had often seen Geoff staring at Roz, especially in the early morning when she came down with just a shortie nightie on.

I tiptoed as quietly as I could along the landing and down the stairs. Near the bottom I could see through the front room door into the room where they were lying side by side on the floor indulging in a deep kiss. My first instinct was to go in and confront them, but something made me stop. I watched fascinated as Geoff slowly ran his hand across Roz’s sweater, pausing when he reached her left breast and pressing slightly. I was seriously aroused. After a few seconds he moved his hand and pushed it inside her sweater, obviously fondling her breast, which made her gasp slightly and breath more quickly. She was clearly excited and so was I. After a few seconds of this Geoff gained in confidence. His hand went down to her knee and he started caressing her leg, on top of her skirt, eventually getting up to her hip and slipping his hand round behing her backside. Again there was no resistance. She was loving every minute of it and I have to admit, I was too. What next? It was inevitable. His hand returned to her knee and slipped under her skirt. Would she come to her senses and think of her husband, upstairs asleep as she obviously assumed. No chance. I could see Geoff’s fingers creeping up her inner thigh until he was obviously closing in on his goal. As she did so I could see her fractionally parting her legs to make things easier for him to reach her vagina and he needed no further encouragement. There was a gasp and she bucked slightly as he touched her in that most sensitive spot. It was fantastic. I could see him rubbing her slowly but firmly and she groaned in a way I had never heard before. It was time for him to close in. He moved his other hand round, got hold of the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up until it was round her waist, helped by Roz lifting his arse just when it mattered. There, exposed, were her brief red pants. Knowing his conquest was near, Geoff unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down to his knees along with his pants, then he hooked his fingers underneath the top of her knickers and pulled them slowly down, over her knees then over her feet before tossing them to one side. Again she lifted her arse to help. She couldn’t wait. Neither could I. With that, Geoff pulled himself on top of her and she parted his legs willingly. There was no resistance at all. What a moment for our lodger. He slowed pushed the top of his cock inside her and began to push. Roz didn’t groan this time, she grunted. His cock was obviously bigger than mine. He pulled out slightly then pushed again, then again. He built up a steady rhythm, Roz grunting more loudly each time he thrust forward. I was transfixed. Then, perhaps too soon for both of them, he pushed forward again, arched his back in effort and it was all over. At this point, I stood up and strolled in to their astonishment. Geoff sprang backwards, pulled up his jeans, saying “sorry, sorry” as he sat back into a chair. Roz just lay there laughing, presumably from embarrassment. I knelt down next to her, kissed her on the forehead and just said “It’s OK. I doesn’t matter”. I was almost sorry I had interrupted them. Geoff left the room and went out into the garden while Ros and I went to bed. We lay there not saying much. Roz then said she didn’t want Geoff to move out, but he did so about a week later. We remained friends and neither he nor us mentioned it again. 

But without doubt it gave Roz an appetite for further adventures. I watched from upstairs some time later when another regular from the pub, a prison officer called Dave, walked quietly down the hall at about 2 in the morning with Roz alongside him. She kissed him as he reached the door and disappeared down the road. Roz was naked from the waist down so I didn’t have to guess what had been going on. From what she said later, she had sex with several other men, mostly in our house, who she met at a local nightclub, which she went to with her friend Jacquie every Saturday night, but there was no suggestion of any romantic involvement. It was all pure lust. As our two little daughters grew older, her opportunities to stray became limited and in time, it was obvious her wild times were over. We remain happily married many years later.