The Abandoned Wife

Part 1: The Beginning

I want to share a recent, unexpected experience.

For perspective, I'm a fifty five year old male, recently retired from a law firm I helped establish after realizing seventy hour work weeks were not a healthy way to live. I had planned and had plenty of money saved for retirement and, to the shock of family and friends, I pulled the plug and walked away from my firm. My overall health is very good to excellent, but my golf game sucks.

Several months ago I was attended a birthday party for my six year old granddaughter being held at a local gymnasium. I actually didn't want to be there, but as a dutiful grandparent I accepted the invitation, along with my wife, and showed up. The chaos was as I expected, but the kids were having fun. Standing around watching while my wife was busy with kids, I looked over my shoulder and was stunned to see a magnificent looking woman, probably twenty years younger than me. She looked about as happy as I was to be there, but when our eyes met she smiled and said "Hi."

Without thinking I approached her and introduced myself to her. I learned her name was Kara. She wore a tight athletic top and yoga pants that looked spray painted on showing off her abs and firm butt and toned legs. Flawless olive skin, long dark hair and green eyes that were the most beautiful I had ever seen. A pretty face and a fetching smile. To top off her looks she had perfectly manicured hands and feet with an emerald green polish that was dangerously sexy. She wore open toe three inch heels that only added to her sex appeal. I never had seen this combination of clothing, but on her looked fabulous.

Oh, and she had a magnificent chest. She has 36DD breasts that accentuated the rest of her body.

I was immediately struck by her looks and then by her personality.

For whatever reason, we immediately hit it off. After introducing ourselves we chatted as if we were old friends. I hadn't been this captivated by a woman in a long while, certainly not by my wife and our, I'm sad to say, lukewarm marriage.

She was a friend of my son's wife and attending the party with her five year old daughter and seven year old son. I know most of the people my kids hang out with, but I had never met Kara. I learned, later on, that her husband had abandoned her and her children.

As we talked she he told me she was a paralegal searching for a new job, so I mentioned I had a number of contacts in the legal profession that might be looking for someone with her qualifications and volunteered to make a few calls. We exchanged numbers and parted soon after as the party started to wane.

I had been literally blown away by Kara. I couldn't understand why anyone would walk away from someone with her looks, personality and style.

After leaving the party I must have been daydreaming. "Earth to Major Tom," my wife said. "What are you in a trance about? Was it that young lady you were talking to?"

I don't hide things from my wife, so I told her I was impressed with Kara and decided I would do what I could to help Kara find a new job. My wife seemed okay with this decision and nothing else was said about her.

But....

Kara had captured my interest and imagination and I left the party, after spending time with family, wishing I was years younger. And single. My wife and I were comfortable with each other, but the flame we once shared was gone. I had never cheated on her, but deep down inside I felt she wouldn't care if I did as long as I was circumspect about it. We lived together with an arrangement that could be called together, but apart. Comfortable, but not passionate.

On the Monday following the birthday party I called my former law partner and forwarded Kara's resume. He was impressed and said he was expanding the firm and, if she was as skilled as it seemed, he would have a job for her.

Over the course of the next week I also called other contacts and found two firms in desperate need of her skills. I forwarded her resume and felt like I had done all I could to open a few doors for Kara. Eventually I filed my thoughts about Kara away hoping she would land a new position that would take care of her and her kids.

A few weeks passed before I learned she had been contacted, interviewed and offered a position with great pay and benefits at a good firm that I had shared her resume with. She had interviewed at my old practice, but they had been slow to pull the trigger and she accepted a different offer.

I had passed her name on with no expectations whatsoever, but was happy I had been able to help her out. I wanted to reach out to her, congratulate her, but didn't want to intrude on her life.

A week later my phone rang. A sexy voice was on the other end.

"Hi. This is Kara, do you have a minute? Is this a good time to talk?"

"Hi Kara, what a pleasant surprise. Yes I can talk."

"I wanted to thank you for helping me. I never would have found a job as quickly without you. And it's going to really work out well for me and the kids."

"It was my pleasure, I'm happy for you."

We talked for a while and I learned she actually lived near me with her parents while she got settled and on her feet. Her divorce had gone through and she was now a single woman. I thought her ex must be stupid to have abandoned this brilliant beautiful woman and her kids.

We continued our conversation and then what she said next surprised me.

"I'd really like to thank you again for helping me. Could you meet me for a drink? My treat."

My wife was leaving town to visit her sister for a week, so I tried not to jump through the phone, but I immediately accepted her invitation. Though I tried to act casual about it.

"That's a really nice offer, but you don't need to do that. I was happy to help."

She insisted. We made plans for the next evening, Friday, and decided to meet at a quiet, dark out of the way restaurant and bar we both were familiar with.

"I hope you remember what I look like. I'll be wearing my work clothes, so don't laugh at me!"

"Don't worry, I know remember exactly what you look like."

We hung up and my heart was beating a hundred miles an hour. I had just made plans to meet a woman, not my wife, for a drink and....?

What could go wrong besides everything?

As I hung up the phone my wife, who had finished packing for her trip, asked, "Who was that?"

I needed to decide what to say. I went with the truth.

"That was Kara, remember? We met at the birthday party. I helped her find a paralegal job. She called to say thanks. She was hired by Holland and Hart." Going out on a limb I told my wife, "She wants to buy me a drink to thank me."

"Really? That's nice."

My jaw might have dropped with her reaction, but after that we didn't discuss Kara anymore, much to my relief.

I didn't expect anything from Kara other than a drink, but I felt like a sixteen year old boy looking forward to his first date. I was nervous, but strangely not feeling guilty about setting up a meeting with another woman. And now my wife was aware of it and not upset.

And for the first time in a long time my cock was pulsating, anticipating what? Probably nothing, but I was anxious to see Kara.

That night when I crawled into bed I leaned over and looked at my wife. She was an attractive fifty year old woman. Young men might call her a MILF.

"What are you looking at?"

"You. You look good."

She smiled and said, "Go to sleep. We both need to rest for tomorrow."

We did our cursory kiss and rolled to our sides of the bed. I wondered what she meant about needing rest, then I fell asleep. Our sex life was dead. Was I dead?

The next day I planned to drop my wife at the airport and head home to get ready for my 'date' with Kara. The trip to the airport was quiet, but my wife suddenly asked, "What are you going to do with Kara while I'm gone?"

"I haven't any plans." I was now lying through my teeth.

I tried to hide my shock at my wife's next comment.

"You helped Kara, right? You should return her call and let her thank you."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"She's appreciative for your help. Let her show you. Loretta (our daughter in law) mentioned to me that she was thankful for your intervention in helping her find work. If you do, don't worry about me."

I played dumb, but asked, "What are you saying?"

"Be careful, enjoy yourself. It's okay."

We arrived at the airport and, after a goodbye kiss and hug, I dropped her off without any more comments about Kara, but It seemed I had been given a Hall Pass.

The last thing my wife said was, "Wear your blue jacket with jeans. You'll look good." I hadn't told her that I was meeting Kara for a drink later on, did she know?

As I watched her walk away I turned and saw a number of men looking her over. I wondered how in the world had we let the heat in our marriage go cold?

Promptly at six pm I walked into the restaurant and found Kara waiting in the bar nursing a glass of water.

And she looked fantastic.

She had on a white blouse with a black jacket and a tight fitting black pencil skirt. She had no nylon stockings on her glowing, sculpted legs, and wore black three inch stilettos.

She saw me walking towards her and she stood and smiled and greeted me with a hug and a kiss. If everything had ended here, this night was already well spent. People around us might have thought what is a beautiful young woman doing with an older man like me? I didn't care, I was focused on Kara.

"I was worried you might not show up. Thank you for meeting me."

"Are you kidding?" I replied. "I was very surprised, and pleased you called. Congratulations on your new job."

She took my hand and we sat and each ordered an Old Fashioned. She told me of her job at H and H, a great law firm, excited and proud she had gotten the opportunity to work there.

"I couldn't have found that without you. Thank you so much!"

"I only made a few calls, you stepped through and earned that job by yourself."

We decided to eat at the bar and ordered salad, small filet mignons and shared a baked potato. We also shared a bottle of Rodney Strong. As we ate and drank our wine I learned more about her, her family and her future plans.

We capped off dinner with a toast to her new path. By now the evening had passed. She touched my hand as we drank our wine. She had wanted to pay for the evening as a thank you, but I picked up the tab.

As we were getting ready to leave, she shyly looked me in the eye and asked if I could give her a ride home.

"My parents took the kids camping for the next couple of weeks. I knew I might have a drink so I Ubered here. Do you mind?"

Did she know my wife was gone? Kara said exactly what I wanted to happen, but I was shaking like a leaf on the inside, hoping it didn't show on the outside.

"Absolutely I can give you a ride. In fact, you're staying not far from my house."

She linked her arm in mine and we walked out to my car. I could see looks of envy in the eyes of men watching us leave. I opened the passenger door of my car and she slipped in. As she sat I glanced at her beautifully sculpted legs felt a stirring sensation in my stomach. And lower.

She gave me the address and we drove, chatting like new lovers.

When we arrived at the house, I opened her door and helped her exit, marveling again at the beautiful woman, not my wife, that I had just spent a wonderful evening with. I walked her to the front door of her parent's home as she fumbled for the keys to get in. She unlocked the door and asked, "Would you like to come in for a minute?"

I accepted and once in the house she gave me a quick tour and offered me a drink that I also accepted.

"Would you give me a minute? I need to change out of these work clothes."

I looked around and a few minutes later she returned dressed in a comfortable looking sweat shirt and yoga pants. She looked fantastic.

She fetched a drink for herself and we sat on a loveseat next to each other. Casually she draped her legs over my lap as we talked and I started massaging her feet.

"Oh my god, that feels indescribably good!"

When I asked what she was planning next she said she wanted to find her own place. She loved her parents, but needed to be on her own, hopefully near the neighborhood where they, and I, lived.

We finally ended our conversation and, frankly, I wished it could have gone on. She asked if she could call me for career advice and I told her to call anytime she wished.

I finished my drink and told her it was getting late. That I should let her get some rest. She seemed to reluctantly agree with me and we stood up.

She walked me to the door as we awkwardly tried to end the evening. She hugged me, but unlike the other times we held each other, our bodies molded together. She looked at me and we kissed. I don't remember if the kiss lasted a second, a minute or a year, but the longing in both of us was released. Her lips parted and my tongue played with hers.

I wanted her and she felt it because my cock was pressing into her body.

Then we said good bye. I didn't want to spoil the evening. I didn't want to overstep boundaries. And I think she didn't want me to think she was 'easy.'

I left reluctantly because knowing we both wanted the same thing, not knowing how to get there.

On Monday morning a property management company I had represented called me asking about a contract I had drafted for them just before I retired. No one in my old firm had any knowledge of it, so they called me. I was able to quickly resolve the issue and they ended the call saying if I ever needed their help to feel free to call.

I thought for a moment.

"I have a friend needing a nice place to live. She has two young children and is recently divorced. Do you have an affordable place where she could rent? Or maybe rent to own?"

The company replied they had the perfect opportunity and promised to provide me with the information quickly.

Two days later they called and gave me the pertinent information and a courier dropped off keys to the house.

I called Kara and left a message for her to call me. An hour later my phone rang. I told her I might have found a place for her to live within budget.

"I hope you forgive my interference, but I came across what might be a great deal for you." I explained what I had done and we arranged to meet that afternoon when she was done with work.

My wife called me a few minutes later to catch up. We hadn't spoken since she had been gone. She asked about my 'date' with Kara. I gave her a condensed version of what happened and told her that I had now possibly found Kara and her kids a place to live.

"You've taken quite a shine to Ms Kara, be careful. She's going to get a crush on you," my wife said.

"Just trying to help a girl in need. You're not jealous are you?"

"You do what you want to do. Just be careful. I don't need to know more."

I didn't think about what she said until later.

That afternoon Kara and I met at her parents home after she got out of work. As usual she looked good enough to eat. We drove together to the house I had found and toured it.

"I love it!!! This would be perfect for me and the kids. But I don't think I can afford it."

"You're going to get a great deal. The owner owes me a favor and I called in my chips."

"Thank you! Thank you! I don't know how I'll ever repay you." Then she jumped into my arms and kissed me. Our kiss lingered before we broke it off.

As I held her I said, "Don't worry about that, I'm glad to help."

"For sure I want to properly thank you. Can you do dinner tonight?"

"We can go now if you like."

I decided I would let Kara take the lead tonight. What happened would happen.

"Let's drive and see where we end up," I said.

We found another dark, quiet restaurant and had a light dinner with a glass of wine. As we sat across from each other I felt her foot rubbing against my leg. My dick was immediately aching.

We finished dinner and I thanked our server with an overly generous tip and we walked out to my car. Outside, in the dark of the parking lot, I pulled Kara into my arms and we kissed. Her full lips parted and now our tongues pushed and probed. I felt her breasts pressed against me and my cock grew, pressing into Kara's belly.

We could have fucked there in the parking lot, but we caught our breath and I held the door open as she sat in my car and flashed her legs provocatively.

By the time I had climbed into the car Kara said, "Give me your hand." I did as instructed and she placed a wadded up, moist and aromatic g-string thong in my hand. I brought it to my nose and inhaled the musky smell.

"You like?" Kara asked.

"Very much. Are you sure you're really ready for tonight?"

"Yes. I was ready the first time we met. And now even more. Are you?"

I leaned over and kissed her while my hand rested on her bare thigh and parted her legs as much as I could. Automatically I reached upwards and my hand touched her leaking slit. I touched her mons gently.

Kara groaned through our kiss as I felt the heat between her legs. Her body vibrated as my fingers felt her. She moved one hand down to my crotch and began rubbing my stiff cock through my trousers.

The night had just begun.

Part 2: The Night

I drove us to my house. My home was situated on a larger than average lot and I knew we would have privacy.

We both now wanted to rip our clothes off, but to avoid an accident, we settled down a bit. The smell of sex was heavy in my car.

Kara teased me unmercifully. She stroked my hard cock and told me, "I want to suck you, lick you. But I guess we'll have to wait until we've stopped." I hadn't heard this tone of voice coming from her before and felt her transform into a sexual fantasy.

I had never felt this kind of unbridled sexual tension. At least I hadn't felt it recently. We had progressed from an initial meeting to dinner to, together, getting ready to share an intimate, intense sexual relationship that, at least on my part, was something hoped for, but unexpected. And in the back of my mind I suspected my wife knew this was happening.

[End of Part 1]