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My name is Pat aged, 30 and my wife, Marie and I had been married for a little over 10 years, having met, fallen in love, and married early, some would say prematurely, while we were still studying in university. Now 29 years old, she was still in exceptionally good shape, almost as trim and attractive as when I had first met her, not skinny but not fat; a size 10 with 34C bust. She has longish silky brunette hair that descended just past her shoulders. However as much as I had always wanted to and tried to get her to dress and behave more sexily, she always seemed to prefer to dress somewhat conservatively, a little too conservatively for my taste. She never dared to go without a bra and would always opt for comfortable but pretty bikini style, rather than sexy panties or thongs. Even if we went on holiday to Spain, she would opt for a sensible swimsuit or bikini and could never be cajoled into going topless, despite most of the women around us on the beach baring their breasts for all to enjoy.

Although our sex life had been quite active at 20, over the last few years it had dwindled away and had become much less frequent and more predictable. I?d sometimes tried to liven up our sex life and try to tempt her into being more adventurous, but basically, she would do her best to avoid anything outside of a simple fuck once or twice a month providing that I recognized the right moment, usually a few days before her period. Don?t ask me why, but the shortage of anything resembling a decent sex-life had taught me to observant and pay attention to the nuances and small indications that sex might be available to me if I played my cards right. Endeavors to arouse her at other times were usually rejected, with one of her regular excuses. Sex when it did happen was mostly in a passive missionary position. Even a blow job was something she felt extremely uncomfortable about and so I never pressed her for that and anal was totally out of the question. In my various efforts to reignite our love-life, I had even tried to get her interested in sharing a porn videos to liven up the relationship a bit, but her interest or willingness to watch those was either met with disdain or were short-lived. There was one video, however, where the unfolding story was of a wife who ended up having a brief encounter with a stranger. I remember this because it stood out in my mind at that time as she got much wetter than normal. Although not directly mentioning how aroused it had made her, I tried to push the boundaries on the rare occasions that we had sex and pursue the idea of her having sex involving another man, but this was swiftly dismissed as ?pure fiction? and nothing that would ever be considered in real life.

She had always been a fairly light sleeper and sometimes would wake during the night, but more recently had even started to take a sleeping pill having been to the doctor about her sleep problems. Personally, I was never sure whether this was just to aid her excuses or whether she really had a problem, but they certainly seemed to knock her out cold and once asleep, nothing much would really wake her. I must confess that once I could be sure that she was asleep, I would use this time to masturbate and relieve the pent-up tension, mostly choosing to fantasize about spying on her with another man as he seduced her.

Thinking back to my years in university, around the time when I first started dating Marie, I had shared a flat with a guy named Paul. I was studying computer science and Paul had pursuing a joint degree in Psychology and Biochemistry, which, at that time, I thought was pretty weird. Now Paul was a great guy, a gentle bear of a man; genuine, extremely smart, with great sense of humor. We quickly became the best of friends. Unfortunately, somewhere along the lines his gene pool had let him down and he had ended up sharing more than a passing resemblance to Uncle Fester from the Adams Family, due in part to his bulky size and a condition known as alopecia universalis, which apparently had rendered him completely bald, without either eyebrows or eyelashes. He seemed to take a weird pleasure in frequently donning a long brown coat and adopting a creepy facial expression, making people stare as he did his best to convince them that he was indeed the real Uncle Fester. Sadly, these unfortunate characteristics meant that he never really managed to retain a ?real? girlfriend. Sure, he had plenty of female friends, but most seemed unwilling to look past his outer appearance and go the extra step to become classed as his girlfriend. However, knowing him so well and the real person, he became a close friend to both me and Marie.

After graduation, Paul and I had gone our separate ways; I had become a programmer and Paul got a placement doing something that he described as ?a research company?. He never was too specific about that nature of his work apart from labeling it as ?various kinds of research?.

For the first couple of years after Paul and I graduated, Paul would drive over every few months or so and we?d all go out together for a few drinks and a meal. Marie had kind of adopted him in her own way, accepting him as a harmless but close friend, who she genuinely seemed to care about. She felt sorry for him and had even tried to tempt some of her female friends to look past his outer façade of creepiness and go out with him. Sadly, but predictably, these valiant efforts to hook him up with someone rarely survived past more than a semi-awkward first date.

Sometimes, on rare occasions I would notice Paul checking Marie out, giving her a glancing look that lingered just a little too long, as his eyes took in the profile and particularly her shapely breasts, especially if for some reason or other, Marie?s nipples (unknown to her) had started to become vaguely noticeable through her bra, but to his credit, he never overstepped the boundary and to be honest I never minded him looking; I always figured there was no harm in him looking and it kind of amused me. It was obvious to me that in some ways he fancied her too.

Anyway, leaving memories of university life behind and returning again to the current time, it had been more than a few years since we?d last seen Paul. Over time we?d basically gone our separate ways, having established our respective careers in different cities. However, out of the blue one night we got a phone call. Marie answered and appeared happy to inform me that it was a call from Paul. He was calling to say that he would be traveling to our town over the weekend for a work-related visit on Monday and suggested we go for a drink and a meal together like old times. Without hesitation we eagerly accepted, and both looked forward to catching up with him and freely offered our spare room instead of him having to stay at a hotel.

When Friday finally arrived, we were preparing to go out, Marie returned to the bedroom having taken a shower and washing her hair in a fairly plain white t-shirt bra and panties with a pink lacy front panel and trim. She never seemed to be comfortable being completely naked in front of me anymore, but that was life and I was becoming resigned to it. She pulled on a pair of dark stay-up stockings that had the elasticated tops and would stay up themselves without any form of suspenders. Being still winterish, she slipped her head and arms through a white ribbed turtle-neck sweater, pulling it down as it clung to her body, before stepping into a royal blue mid-length, A-line skirt that came to just above her knees and a short white half-slip underneath. Nothing really sexy there, but it went together well as an outfit and really, she looked good in it; the stretchy sweater clung to her complementing the silhouette of her breasts, her dark brunette hair cascading down over her shoulders in a way that contrasted nicely against the white sweater. This outfit had always been one of my personal favorites because I loved the way it accentuated her figure.

Right on time the doorbell chimed and there was Paul; like us, a few pounds heavier, but not so bad given his size and of course a few years older than the last time we?d seen him, but looking past that, he was the basically same great guy. Following on from the initial greetings and pleasantries, we headed out, calling a minicab to take us into town to a popular pub and restaurant. The evening was just like the old days and time slipped by easily. We obviously had a lot to catch up on and gossip about and both Marie and I wondered how his career was developing and in specific Marie was more interested in his social life or rather his dating life had developed since leaving university. Sadly, it seemed not to have changed so much, with no one notable relationship worth mentioning in his life. I was genuinely saddened and frustrated for him; he was a good guy and deserved better, despite his slightly unusual appearance. With not having to drive, the drinks flowed pretty steadily too. It was unusual for Marie to drink much these days, being usually good to go with just one Gin and Tonic, but on this particular night, Paul was clearly enjoying our renewed pub night and for some reason seemed to be enjoying trying to get Marie tipsy; Despite her half-hearted protestations, he would insist on keeping her glass refilled, returning from the bar with doubles whenever her glass neared empty. By 10:00pm all three of us were surprisingly well on the way to being more than a little inebriated but as no one had to drive we really didn?t care too much.

Soon thereafter, having had our fill of the pub, we called a cab to take us back to home. By the time we reached home it was around 11:30pm but although the night was still relatively young, our days of partying until breakfast next day as students were clearly well behind us; instead we opted to relax and watch a movie on the tv and of course to have another drink. Marie was in an unusually happy mood, mostly from the drink, and volunteered to put together some snacks together as I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and poured her another somewhat generous G