Vic hated the weekly shop at their local supermarket. His wife simply revelled in it, though, as she strode out confidently in front and he meekly pushed the shopping trolley along behind her.

“Come on, come on,” she said in rather too loud a voice. “We’ll have a couple of those,” she announced, pointing towards the top shelf. A couple of heads turned briefly in their direction.

“Did she have to be so loud?” he cringed to himself as he reached up towards the back of the shelf for a couple of jars of olives and put them in the trolley.  

“Yes, she certainly knew how to embarrass him in front of the other shoppers!”

“Come on, come on..!  she called out unceremoniously as she strode off once more down the aisle. He could feel the bemused gazes of some of the other customers bearing down on him as he struggled to keep up with her. After all, it wasn’t exactly typical, even in these enlightened times, for a woman to go out shopping with her husband dressed entirely in female attire!  So, Vic trotted along in his checked skirt, grey tights and black patent leather court shoes, desperately trying not to draw too much attention to himself.

He watched as she suddenly stopped right in the middle of the fruit and veg aisle.

“Oh, excuse me,” she said to turning to the young chap who happened to be standing next to her, “do you think you could be a dear and fetch me down one of those rather ripe looking melons.”

Not knowing quite what to make of the situation, the young guy reached up and grinned as he picked one out for her.

“How’s that,” he said, handing it to her and trying not to laugh. “Is this one ripe enough for you?”   

“Magnificent,” she said placing it in the trolley and giving him a flash of her stocking tops in the process.

Vic tried to look away but he could see the young guy was staring intently at his wife’s ass.

“Be a dear and give the nice young chap something for his time, would you darling,” she announced, straightening up and turning to Vic.

Dejectedly, Vic reached into his shirt pocket for a pen. The young chap watched as he pulled out a piece of note paper and quickly scribbled down something on it.

“There you are,” said Vic, handing it to him.

The young chap glanced down at the piece of paper. On it was scribbled a phone number.

“Thank you,” he said, not knowing quite what to make of the situation.

“You’re VERY welcome,” said Vic’s wife as they left him standing there.

Later that evening, as Vic was preparing the evening meal, he heard his wife’s mobile ring.

“Oh, hi,” she said as she picked it up and realised who it was. “Thank you SO much for calling, lovely to hear from you..” she purred.

Pricking back his ears, Vic strained to listen from the kitchen.

“Sounds WONDERFUL..” he heard her say as she headed upstairs to carry on the conversation out of earshot.

Dejectedly, Vic stood over the sink peeling the vegetables. He was beginning to fear the worst!  

(ii)

“Make yourself scarce this evening, darling,” she told him the next morning over breakfast.

“Yes, dear,” was all he could muster as he cleared away the breakfast dishes. “It looked like his worst fears had been realised..”

And so it was, he found himself sitting on the bench at the bottom of the garden later that evening. It was gone 7 pm already and she’d told him not to return to the house until 10 pm. It was dark, save for a crescent moon, but still he felt uncomfortable sitting there at the bottom of the garden dressed as he was in his female clothes. Looking back at the house, he watched anxiously. Glancing nervously up at the neighbour's bedroom windows he checked for any signs of life. He knew it was unlikely that any of the neighbours would see him sitting there in the darkness but still it came as no solace. There was always that lingering doubt at the back of his mind that one of them might just glance down as they were closing the bedroom curtains and see him sitting there. He reflected on his predicament as he sat there in the pale moonlight.

 “Yes, it was a cosy arrangement, all right!” he realised. “Well, cosy for her at least, not for him!” For him it was a wretched existence. But he loved her and didn’t want to lose her so he put up with it all, the abuse, the name calling, the public humiliation, and WORST of all the complete and utter denial of sex at the hands of her constant parade of virile young lovers.  

Shortly he saw their bedroom curtains being discretely drawn. He felt a knot in the pit of his stomach.

“Yes, her visitor must be here!” he realised dejectedly. He knew exactly who it was, of course! “It had to be that virile young hunk they’d met in the supermarket the day before!”

There was not a thing he could do about it, though. His wife ruled the roost in their household and she’d threatened to take him to the cleaners many times before if her cosy arrangement was ever threatened.

Looking back at the house, he noticed that the bedroom window was slightly ajar. He knew why, of course. It was a still autumn evening and he knew that if he really strained he might just be able to hear the faintest tell tale signs of activity in the bedroom. So he sat motionless and listened.

Then he heard it, faint but unmistakable…

“Mmmm, ….aaah,  ….aaaaggggghhh.”

“Yes, the young chap was FUCKING his wife, fucking her on their bed…!”

Instinctively, he knew she was on her back with her legs up in the air, clinging onto his arse as her young lover sank his 10 inch penis into her cunt and rode her for all he was worth.

“And the young chap would have PLENTY of stamina, too!” he knew.

 “Why, he could probably FUCK her solid for an hour or more before coming, and then some more for good measure!”

“Yes, his wife knew how to pace these young studs! She certainly knew how to get the most out of them, alright!”.

“Aaah,  ….aaahhhh,  ….aaaaggggghhh,” moaned his wife as the young guy sank his 10 inch penis into her and FUCKED the life out of her.

“Nnnf,  ….nnnfff, ….nnnnnffffff,” grunted the young stud as he bucked his hips and laid into her, giving her everything he'd got.

Vic, meanwhile, simply sat on the bench at the bottom of the garden in the moonlight and tried to block it all out.

"The night was young, though," he knew, "and his wife was barely getting into her stride..!"