As she hung up, I looked at my phone and wondered what was happening for her. Something was going on with her husband, obviously. She has already said that he doesn't notice her, (sound familiar?) and she is definately suspicious about his fishing trips. I could hear the assumption in her voice. It wasn't spoken but it was there all the same. What should I do?

“Hi K, Don't reply tonight, sounds like you need some sleep maybe and time to yourself. Tomorrow I am in town and we can meet for coffee if you like. Only if you want. Just think you might have something to talk about and I have a good ear if you want to take advantage of it. Goodnight talk tomorrow maybe. hugs J”

I re-read the text, wondering if she would read it today or if she had turned her phone off and would get it tomorrow? It's funny in relationships how we get to a point where it seems that it isn't enough. I love wifey and can't imagine life without her. It just seems that after 16 years we both need something more. It seems that we are comfortable with each other to the point that we just sort of move in the same space on auto pilot. I mean in the beggining of our relationship we would be in the same space and then we would be having sex. I mean I still grope her and tell her she is gorgeous and she is. I love her body and her curves. But actual sex is a sometimes event not a daily occurences. When we were overseas in our first year together, we once had sex fifteen times in one day! On our wedding night we had sex in a shop doorway during the reception. Not with all the guests watching! but we left for a walk and had a fuck. It was great and exciting adn I can still feel her arse under my hands as I held her against the window and pressed into her. It was fucking great!. Now, I fondle her with intent but there always seems to be something to do. Something else.

beep. “g'night, hugs xxx K”

Right well that was that. ambiguous at worst. She was probably thinking about her husband and what she had said. Can't expect too much. Let her be and see what tomorrow holds. Kisses were nice. sigh. I gotta go into town and maybe she'll take me up on the offer. Meanwhile, This cock won't pull itself now will it!

In the morning I got dressed thinking of wifey and K and E as well really, I mean that coat! I hoped that K would ring and was probably thinking about that as I chose what to wear as I reached into my panty drawer not my boxers. I put on a pair of thin lace panties that cupped my balls when I wore them backwards, which had the added benefit of creating a G-string look at the back. Would have been lovely to wear a swishing skirt too but that's not going to happen in public. My morning was a rush of any school day. As wifey wouldn't be home until late and son was staying with a friend for the weekend and going there after school I was fairly free with my time after the morning bus run. As always I enjoyed a quick perv at the boobs of our bus driver as she waved goodbye. I found myself wondering what she wore under her work clothes. I just can't help it. Attractive women get me going and I just cannot stop myself from thinking about what they wear under their clothes. Not that I try to stop thinking about it. It's fun and harmless I think. After the bus had gone I jumped on Zity to see what my friends were up to and if anyone had liked my (admittedly limited) photos. Had a look at some leggings photos online while rubbing my cock through my trousers and panties, enjoying the feeling of getting hard and my cock straining to get free. Then into town.

Beep. I was halfway through my list when I get a text.

“Hi J, Offer of coffee still open?”

“sure thing. What time? I'm in town still”

“me too, how about now? BT63? 5 mins?”

BT63 was a new coffe shop and had booths in the old style as well as tables and an outdoor courtyard. My pulse quickened and I felt excited and nervous to see K. Not sure how she was feeling and feeling horny at the same time. Need to control myself. I have offered to listen and I am actually a good listener, always have been. So put your dick away and just be there.

I was actually round the corner from BT63 so I got there first and chose a table in view of the door and sat to wait. The waitress came over and asked f I was eating or just coffee today. I said I was waiting for someone and so might just look at a menu until they arrive and go from there. She smiled and left me a menu adn walked back to the register. I had to admire her arse as she walked. I mean, tight leggings, firm arse. she must be 20 at most and very cute. What can I say I have a weakness for leggings. I even have a few pairs myself. I was pondering what the waitress was wearing under her leggings when I heard a cough.

“hello, appreciating what people are wearing I see” K was standing at the table. smiling thankfully.

“Yes, well, you know I do appreciate the female form in all it's manifestations, it's true. I notice you aren't wearing a rubbish bag today."

“No, well, I thought about it but then what shoes would I wear? It just doesn't work really.”

I belatedly realised I was still sitting, so I stood up and gave K a brief hug, it was a bit awkward. “Would you like to sit?”

“Is there somewhere more private or just not so out? y'know. Sorry I feel a bit strange, meeting like this, with last night and all, what I said and hanging up on you, sorry..”

I took her hand, “It's ok lets grab a quiet table and you can get your thoughts together and we can just talk.”

She smiled and moved towards a table in the corner, “just talk?” smile again, let go of hand walk in front and move. Wow she was really beautiful. How could her husband not appreciate her body? Just didn't make sense at all. I didn't realise I hadn't moved after she let go of my hand and was just staring at her walking across to the table.

“coming?” Not yet I thought. Bloody hell she had an effect on me. I followed her to the table and enjoyed watching the curve of her thigh as she sat down. She had not chosen the rubbish bag we kept joking about but was wearing a long dress with a split up one side. She had blue tights on with a petal pattern which contrasted with the grey of the dress. I hadn't really noticed her boobs before, as they were often obscured by jumpers or jackets in the cold of the soccer season weather. Really it was hard to not look at her arse and thighs in the leggings she wore. But in this grey dress they were noticable and nicely so. gentle curves and a full roundness to the top, where the dropping neckline of thee dress created an almost victorian cleavage.

“You really do notice people don't you?” Again I was caught not moving, I had come to the table and the sight of her sitting down had just de-railed me. What was wrong with me? Why was this effect so strong? What am I doing here. I sat.

“sorry, you look lovely. I was just appreciating that and got carried away.” Yep and now I was getting hard and the only thing stopping the bulge protruding was the tight lace of my panties. If I didn't get myself under control soon I was going ot be in serious need of a wardrobe adjustment.

“Well thanks, as I said the other day, it is nice to be appreciated for a change. I think in another time I would be mildly annoyed at your perving looks, but you know, I think I like your honesty about it and the fact that you don't leer or letch. You really seem to appreciate what you see and take the time to savour that image. Maybe it's sexual maybe not, but I realise that I don't care. I am glad that I am worth looking at to someone at least.”

The waitress arrived before I could reply. and so we ordered and I waited for the waitress to go before saying anything.

“You are worth looking at and then some. It saddens me to see someone as beautiful as you feeling as if they are not beautiful. As if they are not worth noticing. There used to a word in the dictionary. Phylogynist. It meant ”someone who appreciates the female form." I came to realise that this was me. I am a pervert in a way I suppose but at my core I really do appreciate the female form in so may ways. I don't have a type. I love all types of shape. I love everything about women's bodies. Not only that though, I find sexy is visual but beauty is in the person, the behaviour, the being"

I was concentrating on K so much that I didn't realise the waitress was back with our coffee and must of heard some of what I said. She placed our drinks on the table and smiled at K before walking away.

“Anyway, How are you? you seemed upset on the phone last night. or something”

“Or something, yes. I am so sorry I hung up on you like that. I just realised what I was saying and it came to me that I had been having thoughts for a while and not voiced them. It was strange to hear the words come out of my mouth like that and I had to go. I think my husband is having an affair. wow, even as I say it I know that I am not being honest still. I know he is having an affair. There, I've said it andI know it is true.”

"how do you feel having said it out loud to someone else?

She took a sip of coffee before replying. Her hands didn't shake as I thought they might have done.

“I feel relieved. I have known deep down that something was going on and I just didn't want to think about it. So the cuddles stopped, the sex stopped, apart from birthdays and christmas. How cliche is that? And it all just seemed ok. We just grew apart I do my thing and he does his. He works, he goes ”fishing" and I do me."

Seeing her resignation to what she was facing, I felt torn. I really wanted to hold her and say comforting things, but I was so affected by her that I was worried that I would not be able to just be there for her and not impose my lust on her. (and it was lust. right there under the surface.)

“I don't know what to say. I'm sorry seems trite. I'm here and if that is good for you then I am glad.”

I drank coffee to stop myself saying more. What could I really say? This all started from an invite to a party, which may or may not be a swingers party and here was K in a loveless marriage it seemed, and I thought we were going to talk about that.

“It's funny. Sorry is trite sometimes and yet we fall back on it like a band-aid. At least you're honest and don't know what to say and so you say nothing. rare. Look, he's a dick and if he doesn't appercaite me anymore that's fine. There is a party this weekend and I want to go. I don't get it yet but I am sure you can enlighten me. If you still want to come with me then that would be nice. I just want to have some fun. and if I am trying out this new, being honest thing, a party will be more fun than masturbating in the shower every day.”

The waitress was back. this time I saw her coming but I didn't say anything. It wasn't until K's last sentence that I realised the waitress could hear and the suspicious bastard in me wondered if she came over deliberately.

“More coffee?” Looking at me. K looked horrified but nodded and so I ordered two more coffee's for us. K looked up and grinned sheepishly.

“Well there's honest and then there is broadcasting. My goodness what am I doing? Who talks about masturbating in a coffee shop to a near stranger. No offense, but we are soccer parent buddies at best, at the moment at least”

Was there a look in her eye, of hope for something more than soccer friends?

“Well first you were talking about masturbating in the shower. If you were masturbating in a coffee shop I think our waitress would pull up a seat. She seems very attentive to our table. Second if it makes you feel better I think everyone masturbates at some point. Some of us just more than others. Really every day?”

K sips her coffee and dabs her lips with a serviettte. “ Every day. Sometimes twice, it's the wand I just can't use it without, you know, playing. Everyone masturbates? how often do you masturbate then, if everyone does?”

“Depends on what is going on in the house. Life is busy. some weeks maybe 5 or 6 times other weeks once or twice. On the soccer parents thing. I unfderstand that and no offense taken. It is true and it may be that and it may become something else as well. Especially if we go to this orgy E has arranged”

“Oh my! Do you really think it will be an orgy? I've never been to an orgy before. What do you think she meant by bring your toys? Sex toys? I don't have any sex toys. I can't bring the shower wand. Where do you masturbate anyway?"

Her ability to hop from one topic to another was disconcerting and cute at the same time. She was like a kitten with a basket of wool, can't decide which one to play with.

Of course at K's question the waitress was back. Coffee in hand and looking at me, almost expectantly. “Flat white?”

“Would you like to pull up a chair?” I couldn't help myself I was convinced now that she was eavesdropping deliberately.

She laughed. An honest happy laugh. “No thanks I have to work, maybe later”

This time both K and I watched her arse as she walked away and K said “She does have a lovely arse. What was that word again?”

“Phylogynist”

“Yes maybe I am one of them too. mmmm lovely.”

“So you were going to tell me where you masturbate”

“Was I? Oh all right” She looked briefly crestfallen that all of a sudden I was going to put our conversation back too soccer mum grounding and not friends chatting about sex, and she really seemed to enjoy talking about sex.

“Well anywhere really, but most often in my office. ” As soon as I said it I knew what she was going to say. Awareness rose up her face like the sun coming over the horizon. I knew it and I could see the words before she said them.

“You were masturbating when we were texting last night!” The accusation was softened by the huge grin on her face. spoilt somewhat by the volume of her voice and the pointing finger, drawing the attention of several customers.

“Not while we were texting no,” she kept smiling at me drawing me on “but I was, um, preparing a session before you texted and I er, masturbated after you hung up.”

Coffee is a great excuse to pause and do something else. Nothing was said for a while as we sat with our own thoughts. I realised in the pause that I wanted this to go further adn that if that was going to happen we had to stop being coy and just acknowledge where we were and what might happen and see if that was what we both wanted.

"So when I said I hope I am not interupting anything, you were looking at porn sitting in your undies, getting hard and gettting ready to have a wank? That's beautiful. what an image, just let me apprecaite that for a moment longer will you?'

I didn't hear any sarcasm in her voice. She really seemed intent on sitting there sipping coffee and creating an image in her mind of me getting ready to have a wank. Was sexy as fuck to hear her say it. Wank, what a word descriptive when I say it, sexy when a woman says it. funny that. I let her “apprecaite” it for a bit longer and when she sighed I had to stop her.

“yes well, If you must know I wasn't wearing undies I was wearing women's panties.” Am I enjoyng the looks on her face and saying things just to get a reaction because she looks so cute? “ Right well if we have finished talking about masturbating maybe we can talk about this party?”

“hmmm? oh alright, enlighten me. You seem to know all about swinging and the scene so what is the invite all about and what do we do about it, not being a couple?”

“Do you want to be a couple? I mean for the night that is?"

“At the moment I am not sure what I want as such. I like E and I would like to go to the party and have some fun. It would seem that that might involve sex in some way and I am curious about that. I am tired of not being satisfied. masturbation is fun and enjoyoable but for me it is not satisfying. It seems my husband is not interested in satisfying my needs and so maybe it is time I looked elsewhere for that sexual satisfaction? What about you and your wife? you haven't said anything about her and your relationship. Are you swingers? is that why you know so much about it? Do you want to be a couple? for the night?"

“I would like to go to the party with you as a couple. As for my wife and I, we are in love deeply. I have certain desires that she entertains but are not really her thing. I respect that and so don't expect her to indulge me if she doesn't want to. We satisfy each other but in certain areas we are, not quite aligned. Recently she suggested that maybe I could get my other needs fulfilled outside our relationship. This party could be an opportunity to do that. With you. We are not swingers and I am not an expert on the subject by any means. And it may not be a swingers party at all. I'm not sure I don't know E so we'll see."

“When you say certain desires, are you talking about wearing women's panties? Or something else?"

“Oh she likes me in panties. She even buys them sometimes. She likes to see me in them and loves the feeling of my bits underneath the fabric. She is very supportive of me expressing who I am. No it is more my anal fixation she struggles with.”

Maybe I should have waited unitl K had swallowed her cofee before saying anal fixation. It had a bit of an effect and she nearly choked. I gave her a serviette to wipe up the mess.

“Right, well that explains the oggling at my arse in leggings. I suppose you have imagined having your anal way with me, have you? Something to make you swell up before having some time in your man-cave perhaps.” I was so glad she was smiling as she said all this I was a bit worried when she started that she would be offended at the thought, true or not.

"If that were the case, how would you feel about it?'

“How would I feel about you thinking about having me anally while you masturbate? Or how would I feel about you having me anally? Well I mean until recently we were just soccer mums (ish I am a mum and you are a dad) but in light of recent conversations and revelations I have come to have about my dick of a husband, I think I can honestly say that if you get off on my arse that much that it makes you cum, then that's fine with me. It's nice to think I can arouse an erection in someone. As for the actual anal itself, I think you should at least buy me a drink first and we shall see from there hey?

I looked at her coffee cup and at the waitress, who of course happened to be right there, “Could I have the bill please?”