On Saturday i went shopping for some cloths, i was feeling nervous a about the new job and wanted to look good. I picked up some miniskirts and tops. i wanted to create a impression. When i got back home my husband wanted to know why i had been shopping for 5 hours or more. Isaid i had been looking for new cloths and showed him what i had bought. He thought they where to short and tight, i showed him my new shoes to. He was not happy, but i simply replied,"well tough shit i got them now?". My uncle picked me up on the first day and took me home. It did not last long because it was a busy pub and it ment going out of his way to. I was suprized about the guys who went there. They where very friendly and i was enjoying every minuet.The upstairs lounge was not so full so i could chat and collect glasses from the tables at leisure. I seemed to get nice looks from a couple of guys. One mention i had nice legs and said his name was John, his mate was Dave he told me he liked photography. They worked shifts in a local factory. It was not long before John asked me how i got home, i said i walked a little and caught a bus. He said look i can take you home some days in my car. I said it was nice to offer but rember i said i was married, but he laugh at my reply.He said think about it its going to be quicker and cheaper, and your husband wont know either.I said im not sure if he would fucking care anyway.The job was getting better and i was getting turned on by these hansome guys. i was not bothered what people thought.My auntie had ideas of what was happening because sometimes she came upstairs and they where always around. This did not bother her because i told her a few lies. I was pretty good at this has it was like second nature to me.
