That was it! - Sex Stories

That was it!

I have never built a house or laid a brick in my life. This story probably shows that. But everyone needs a somewhere to live, so this is dedicated to people who build houses everywhere.

New Years Eve

That was it, I'd had enough. It was humiliating enough to have to sit and watch my 60 year old wife dance with a 20 something bloke from her office most of the night. But when the clock struck the New Year I expected her to come to me for a New Year kiss, but 'No' she kissed the young bloke she had been dancing with and it wasn't a quick peck, it was a full on snog. She stood and did Auld Lang Syne with him and his work mates. And she did it in front of all her work colleagues. And I had had enough.

I stood up, picked up my walking stick, reached into her handbag and got the car keys and headed to the front door. I couldn't dance with her as I had slipped over getting out of a light aircraft and got a fractured right ankle for the effort. My company hired light aircraft from our local airfield to get us around the country, it was quicker than driving and cheaper than a train. That was 5 weeks ago and it was still sore to walk on, dancing was out of the question, so was driving officially. I hadn't been drinking as the painkillers and alcohol together were not a good idea.

We took turns going to each other's company's New Year celebration. This year was the turn of her company where she was chief accountant, the young man she was dancing with worked for her in her ...

... department.

I had seen the pitying looks I got as much as the disgusted looks she got. An overweight overdressed 60 year old dancing with a 20 something fit bloke. That would be her problem on Tuesday the second, the first day back at work.

But now I am going home.

Ellie will have to make her own way home or stay with her boyfriend.

I walked towards the door. Our friend Julie was standing by the bar, she gave me a sad wain smile. We became very friendly with her when she got divorced about ten or twelve ye​​ars ago. Julie was head of HR. I think she thought I was going to the toilet which was by the front door. She looked startled when I passed the toilet and went towards the front door. I saw her look down at the car keys in my hand. She rushed across the dance floor as I left.

I got to my car, bugger, I would never get in the driver's door. Some idiot had parked too close. I would have to get in the passenger side and try to get over the centre console. That would be difficult with my ankle. The car was an automatic and I had driven it before using my left foot when I had broken my right leg playing Rugby. That was some years ago now.

I heard Ellie calling me as she came rushing across the car park, not a pretty sight. I looked at her and saw Julie standing by the front door of the hall we were in.

"David, where are you going? You can't drive."

"Home, I'll manage."

"But the party's still going on!"

I stared at her and in a low growing voice I said ...