The Band of love

This is a new story called The band of love” let’s begin…. I sat downstairs in the den watching one of the Saturday College football games on TV when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Looking up

 and out of the basement window, I saw what I knew to be my wife’s still very shapely legs as she walked by on the driveway headed towards her car. Minutes ago I had heard her call downstairs to me, telling me she was about to leave, so I wasn’t surprised when I saw her already heading out without actually seeing her.

“So much for a kiss good-bye,” I thought. But it had been like that for some time now between us. Even now I wondered, “Where and why had we lost it?”

Thomas…or rather “Tom” as everyone called her, my wife of some twenty-two years now, was on her way for her Saturday workout with her girlfriend. Something she’d taken up doing a few months back. Though I had since learned…there was a lot more going on than her working out at the gym, though perhaps that’s where it had all started early on. Even as I sat looking at the TV, not seeing it, I knew that she’d soon be getting a workout of an entirely different nature.

And as yet…I still hadn’t come to grips with that, or decided what I was going to do about it…if anything. I’d almost resigned myself to the fact that our relationship was what it was, and there was no sense trying to fix what could no longer be fixed. Which meant, either live with it, or like Thomas was, find something on the side to amuse myself with. Divorce for me at least, just wasn’t part of the equation.

Tom and I had always had a great sex-life. Well at least up until a couple of years ago anyway. Suddenly however, it just seemed to taper off, becoming less and less than what it once was. Now…I was lucky if we did anything at all, even once a month if that. Though looking back (and though she had twice now told me I was exaggerating) it had been two months since we’d even had intercourse. I refused to accept or count her quick “get me off” on Sunday morning hand jobs in the bathroom, which even then I had had to all but beg her to give me.

And it wasn’t like I was totally out of shape or anything myself. Sure, the years had put on a few extra pounds, but I could still stand in front of the mirror in our bedroom and not look at myself in disgust. And I’d had one or two appreciative looks thrown my way from a couple of women at work too. Though I was now becoming more and more tempted to act on those possibilities myself. So I knew it wasn’t that.

All I could think of, was that our sex-life had gotten “predictable” perhaps, something we’d both allowed to happen. The problem was, when the sex actually did get boring and predictable, neither one of us said or did anything to change that. Now… Tom had obviously found some on the side excitement, and she was well past the stage of feeling guilty about it.

I’d have probably never even known if I hadn’t accidentally overheard a conversation between her and her girlfriend a couple of month’s back. After that, I was aware, took note of the changes in her demeanor, not to mention the way she was dressing, somewhat sexily again. And that was with her just supposedly going to the gym to work out.

I was past the stage of being angry really, or hurt about it myself. The way I saw it, I was just as much to blame as she was. Allowing things to get to the point that they had. As they say, it takes two to tango. And I haven’t been much of a good dancer myself lately.


Added to the complication of all that, was the fact we really didn’t have a lot of private time to ourselves to enjoy one another the way we once did. Though our fraternal twins, June and Mia had graduated from high school two years ago, both were still living at home in order to keep the expenses down. Not that we didn’t mind them still living there, but at one point I’d actually found myself looking forward to their living away from home. Something I’d hoped would have given Tom and I more time…well,

a lot more personal time to share with one another anyway. Obviously that hadn’t really happened. One or both of them was usually always around. So the spontaneity of getting it on in some other area of the house besides the bedroom, or even occasionally the bathroom, didn’t fit into our plans for predictability and boredom either.

Hearing excitement on the TV, my attention was drawn back towards it. One of the teams had just scored, though for a moment I had no idea who had. Simultaneously, commotion upstairs in the kitchen alerted me to the fact that one of the twins was up and about, and obviously about to head out for the day as well. Though I had no idea which one it was.

Though twins, June and Mia were about as opposite as night and day. June had played football in high school himself. At just over six feet, he was not only tall but also well proportioned otherwise, and had been very popular with the girls in school. Though up until a year or so ago, he’d been shy, quiet and reserved, unlike his twin sister. Mia on the other hand had always been outgoing. Perhaps more so than either her mother or I would have liked. “Free Spirited” we called her, even as a young girl, always getting into mischief.

And then much later as an adult teenager, exploring her sexuality, and sensuality in ways that had me wanting to pull out my hair. Not quite as tall as her brother, though just a couple of inches shorter than he was, she also had long dark hair falling well past her shoulders. June on the other hand was more blonde than brunette, a mixture of the two perhaps, more like the coloration of his mother’s hair, with Mia taking after me.

Thankfully she had her mother’s looks though. Looking more like a much younger version, though there were times that people that they ran into thought the two of them to actually be sisters.

Being a “dad”, I had to constantly tell myself not to look at my own daughter in certain ways, though she made that almost impossible to do at times with some of the provocative outfits she enjoyed wearing. One thing she hadn’t inherited exactly was her mother’s breasts. Now don’t get me wrong.

Tom had great looking tits (though it had been a while since I’d actually seen them). A large B cup, though still nicely shaped and proportioned even now. Mia on the other hand was fairly well endowed. A couple of sizes larger than her mother was at least, and as I said…much to my chagrin, she tended to enjoy showing them off more than I would have cared for her to do. But she was after all now twenty-one, certainly an adult, and responsible to herself now for what she wore out in public.

She didn’t dress like a slut or anything like that, but she certainly enjoyed showing her breasts to their best advantage. Something I was only too aware of whenever she had leaned over in front of me for one reason or another. It was a constant battle for me to tear my eyes away rather than to continue to sit there and look at her.

Moments later I heard the back door slam shut. Looking up once again, I soon saw June’s legs as he passed by the basement window headed out towards his car. So now I knew at least that it was only Mia and I who were still home, and wondered how long before she herself would be heading out for the day, once again leaving me home alone.

In a weird twisted way. I was actually looking forward to that. Tom might be off to enjoy her “tryst” with god knows who…something I even then realized I was simply accepting as a stage Tom was going through for whatever reason. The fact I could find myself horny as well, though not currently having any sort of outside relief from that beyond my own hand. Well…for the moment at least, I was accepting of that too.

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