My Wife & The Elderly Neighbour
All credit goes to original writer. I'm simply copying his words and sharing among all of you of course after some editing. It's certainly my favorite one and hope you too appreciate this story. The story goes here as:
"I was in the garden this morning." my wife, Bethan revealed as I started to eat my dinner, “minding my own business with a cup of coffee and a cigarette when Frank made some very suggestive remarks towards me.”
"What did he say?" I asked curiously.
Frank was our seventy two year old neighbour and his admiration for my wife had never gone unnoticed in all the years we had known him, but I always thought of him as being harmless.
"Well, he's been chatting me up for the past few months, but I didn’t want to worry you. You know what he is like.” My wife shrugged. “But today was different to all the other days, he came on really strong and invited me into his house where he has something much bigger and tastier I can smoke.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at my wife’s words. "You sure he's not just trying to wind you up.” I said, playing it down.
Bethan smiled too. “It’s just that he came on really strong and wouldn't let it rest. He kept his eyes on me, especially as I smoked.”
"If your genuinely concerned Ill have a quiet word with him when I see him next?" I said, trying to reassure my wife.
"No!” She replied, with a high pitch in her tone. “I don't want to make a scene.”
As my wife and I sat eating in silence I couldn’t help but imagine the two of them that morning. My wife Bethan was a beauty and I knew I was a very lucky man to have married her. I loved the way guys, young and old, would eye her up and smile. I never got jealous and she knew it.
Frank on the other hand was a bit of a stranger, despite having lived next to him for just over twelve months. When we moved into the neighbourhood he was already widowed. Apparently he lost his wife in a tragic car accident, and he often told us how Bethan reminded him of his late wife.
Straight away I knew he fancied my wife, but Bethan, the ever gullible one, created a soft spot for him, and Frank took note.
"What are you going to do the next time he approaches you?" I asked Bethan, as she finished her dinner.
"I don’t know,” she replied, rolling her eyes, “laugh it off like I’ve always done I guess.” “It's obvious what he’s referring to." She added, before lighting a cigarette.
"Is it?" I asked with a teasing smile.
"What do you mean by that?" She quickly shot back.
"Well, he's bound to have something bigger and tastier than a cigarette for you to smoke,” I mischievously suggested."
“No doubt he has,” Bethan smiled, “and he can keep it.” I'm very flattered that he finds me attractive, but that's as far as it's going to go. So get those, wife swapping, wife watching fantasies out of your head.”
All credit goes to original writer. I'm simply copying his words and sharing among all of you of course after some editing. It's certainly my favorite one and hope you too appreciate this story. The story goes here as:
"I was in the garden this morning." my wife, Bethan revealed as I started to eat my dinner, “minding my own business with a cup of coffee and a cigarette when Frank made some very suggestive remarks towards me.”
"What did he say?" I asked curiously.
Frank was our seventy two year old neighbour and his admiration for my wife had never gone unnoticed in all the years we had known him, but I always thought of him as being harmless.
"Well, he's been chatting me up for the past few months, but I didn’t want to worry you. You know what he is like.” My wife shrugged. “But today was different to all the other days, he came on really strong and invited me into his house where he has something much bigger and tastier I can smoke.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at my wife’s words. "You sure he's not just trying to wind you up.” I said, playing it down.
Bethan smiled too. “It’s just that he came on really strong and wouldn't let it rest. He kept his eyes on me, especially as I smoked.”
"If your genuinely concerned Ill have a quiet word with him when I see him next?" I said, trying to reassure my wife.
"No!” She replied, with a high pitch in her tone. “I don't want to make a scene.”
As my wife and I sat eating in silence I couldn’t help but imagine the two of them that morning. My wife Bethan was a beauty and I knew I was a very lucky man to have married her. I loved the way guys, young and old, would eye her up and smile. I never got jealous and she knew it.
Frank on the other hand was a bit of a stranger, despite having lived next to him for just over twelve months. When we moved into the neighbourhood he was already widowed. Apparently he lost his wife in a tragic car accident, and he often told us how Bethan reminded him of his late wife.
Straight away I knew he fancied my wife, but Bethan, the ever gullible one, created a soft spot for him, and Frank took note.
"What are you going to do the next time he approaches you?" I asked Bethan, as she finished her dinner.
"I don’t know,” she replied, rolling her eyes, “laugh it off like I’ve always done I guess.” “It's obvious what he’s referring to." She added, before lighting a cigarette.
"Is it?" I asked with a teasing smile.
"What do you mean by that?" She quickly shot back.
"Well, he's bound to have something bigger and tastier than a cigarette for you to smoke,” I mischievously suggested."
“No doubt he has,” Bethan smiled, “and he can keep it.” I'm very flattered that he finds me attractive, but that's as far as it's going to go. So get those, wife swapping, wife watching fantasies out of your head.”