That was it! - Sex Stories

That was it!

... said, 'Well if you must' and despite my best efforts with tongue and fingers, you just laid there with your legs open. I might as well have had a wank. It's less effort and more rewarding.

"Obviously I don't do it for you anymore, so you go chasing men younger than our son." I paused and said quietly. "Julie reminded me that your company has a moral behaviour clause and if he fucks you, you will both lose your jobs, and on top that I WILL divorce you. I still might anyway if things don't improve with your attitude. Got it!"

Then it hit me, I said. "You fancy him, don't you?" I glared at her, she turned away from me crying. That was it, she fancied him.

"I'm off to the gym, I've got an appointment. You had better think about where you want this marriage to go, because at the moment I can only see one way, and you won't like it." I stormed out, well as much as you can on one and a half legs and a walking stick.

I was recommended this gym by my physiotherapist to keep fit whilst my ankle healed, then to regain the strength in my right leg when it would stand it. I had to do daily exercises, even on New Year's Day.

The rest of New Year's Day was cold in our house, and I couldn't even have a beer. What a shitty start to the year, it can only get better, can't it?

I was up early on Tuesday getting ready for the first day back after the break. Ellie was still in bed. I made her a cup of tea and took it up to her in the spare room. She obviously hadn't slept well ...

... either. She got up and made me some toast. We didn't talk much, but she did come to the front door and give me a kiss on the cheek as normal when I left.

As I couldn't drive, the company had asked Tony to collect me on his way into work, it wasn't much of a detour for him. He was a cheerful, bright young chap who worked in our design office. How that place had changed in my time with the company. When I visited the architect to have a chat about my plans the room was full of men wearing suits and ties, leaning over big drawing boards. However, the overriding memory was of the cigarette and pipe smoke that filled the top of the room, no one bothered to open a window. Now it was full of young people wearing jeans, sweatshirts and trainers, sitting in front of a bunch of computer monitors. "Morning Boss." He said as I got in his car. I had told him off about calling me 'boss', but he carried on doing it. "Must have been a good New Year bash, you still look a bit jaded."

"It was okay, I've had better. How was yours?" I asked, trying to deflect him from asking more questions. It worked, the rest of the drive to work he filled me in on what he and his mates did over the Christmas and New Year break. It sounded not dissimilar to what I did at his age.

Ellie left our company about 30 years ago and went to a big building supply company as an accountant and worked her way up to Chief Accountant. We sometimes did business with them. She worked hard, I was proud of her and her ...