"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.”

The next week or so passed without incident and to be honest I hadn’t really thought too much about Frank pestering my wife. But then it happened again. It was on the Thursday morning when I had left early for work that Bethan said he was becoming more persistent. She phoned me at lunch time to say he had been on to her every time she went into the garden.

“Then it’s a good reason to quit smoking.” I giggled down the phone.
“I wasn’t smoking this time,” she angrily replied, “I was putting out the washing.”

“What did he say?” I asked, trying to sound concerned.

“He keeps making crude remarks, but he asked if I had considered his offer of smoking something of his.”

“Look, I don't mind having a few words with him if he's becoming a pest.” I said, seriously.

“No, it'll be okay,” she sighed down the phone, “I’m sure he'll get the message eventually.”

“Hmm, maybe you should call his bluff?” I suggested, trying to hide my arousal.

“What!” Bethan exclaimed. “Go along with his offer? Are you mad?”

“I wouldn't be surprised to learn that if you agreed to see his offer he'd run a mile.” I said, hoping to calm her down. “Men are sometimes like that, all words and no action.”

“And what if he doesn’t back down, Mike. What then?” She asked.

“He will back down, but if he doesn’t then walk away.” I said.

“Easier said than done, Mike.”

“It's probably a load of old banter and harmless flirtation.” I said. “So don't worry too much about it."

I could sense that my wife wasn’t convinced as we said our goodbyes and hung up the phone.

As I sank back in my office chair I remembered what Bethan had put on that morning. The day started off a warm one, but by mid-afternoon it was quite hot. She was wearing an old pair of denim shorts, very short actually, and I didn’t remember her putting on a bra as she pulled a tight fitting training t-shirt over her head. My wife’s firm 32C bust did look very inviting as the thin fabric hugged her gorgeous body. No wonder Frank was upping his game.

I was a little more excited than normal driving home from work that evening. Deep down I knew nothing would have happened, but the dirty devil inside me hoped that at least something exciting had happened. Even if Bethan was put in an awkward position, that would be enough to get my juices bubbling.

I pulled up onto the drive and noticed Frank loading the boot of his car with several sports bags.

“Going away for the weekend, Frank?” I asked, locking my car.

“Yes, Mike,” he smiled rather smugly, “I’ve not seen the children or grand-children for a while, so staying with my daughter for the weekend.”

Well, have a safe trip.” I said, before waving him off.

I entered the house to find Bethan sat at the kitchen table anxiously smoking a cigarette.

“Is everything okay, Beth?” I asked concerned. “Since when did we start smoking inside the house?” I added cautiously.

“Since I took your fucking advice!” She spat.

“Hold on a minute,” I replied, now slightly agitated, “what’s happened?”
My wife’s reply was brief and uttered in a shaky fearful voice. “He had me!”

I wanted to console her as she began to sob but I didn’t understand what she meant. Or rather it wasn’t registering in my brain.

“What do you mean?” I demanded, taking a couple of steps towards her. “What do you mean, he had you?” I asked again, my own voice now shaky.

I joined my wife at the table and sat opposite her as she lit another cigarette. I waited patiently until she found the courage to tell me what had happened. I could see the expression of guilt all over her face as she inhaled a thick cloud of smoke. Once she exhaled calmly she took a deep breath of air before speaking.

“I decided that the next time Frank pestered me I would challenge him, as you said to do.” Bethan said, looking at me. Her words had an air of passing the blame about them.

“Ok, go on.” I acknowledged, lighting my own cigarette for calm.

“I was sat on the wall just minding my own business, in fact I even took a magazine with me so not to give him my attention,” She said, suddenly diverting from what she originally started to say.

“Anyway, as usual, he came to the fence and started with his remarks ...”

“What were you wearing, Beth?” I asked, trying to hide my sudden excitement. I could see she had changed; she was now wearing a casual red dress.

“What has that got to do with anything, Mike?” she asked, annoyed by my interruption.

“I’m curious, that’s all.” I shrugged.

Bethan stared at me for a few moments, unimpressed by my question.

I changed into a pair of jogging bottoms before I went into the garden, last thing I wanted to do was encourage him.” She said.

“And you’re t-shirt?” I asked, “Didn’t notice you putting on a bra this morning.”

“What are you implying, Mike?” She asked through dangerous eyes.

“I’m just asking.” I said, holding my hands up in the air, as if protesting my innocence.

“Yes, I was still wearing that top with no bra!” She angrily shot back.

My cock instantly stiffened in my pants. The thought of my wife showing off her body so innocently to an old guy, our neighbour, had me going rather quickly.

“Now we have established my attire, can I continue?” she said, sarcastically.

I noticed my line of questioning had riled her. What started off as being a guilty story, had quickly turned into one that was my fault. I didn’t mind, I was just desperate to find out what had happened.

“Frank asked, yet again, if I had thought about his offer. I told him I was a married woman and he shouldn’t be speaking to me this way.”

“What did he say to that?” I asked.

“He just laughed and said the least I could do was to see it before I make a decision. I couldn’t help but laugh at him; I mean he was so upfront.”

Beth and I laughed for a few moments before she placed a hand over her mouth and started to sob.

“Hey, hey,” I quickly said, reaching out to hold her other hand. “It’s ok, do you hear me? What ever happened I’m here for you. I promise.”

“I then challenged him, like you said to do,” she said, again passing the blame to me.

“Yes, I know and it’s fine, honestly.” I told her.

“My heart sunk when he jumped from the fence and opened his gate. You should have seen him, Mike. He was so excited; I should have backed down right there and then.”

Bethan started to shake, I wanted to be the loving husband and hold her, tell her to stop its ok, tell me another time, but I couldn’t. Instead I rubbed my swollen cock through my pants and urged her to go on.

“I thought no, I must be strong and put a stop to this once and for all.” She replied, taking a deep breath. “So I followed him into his house. Once we were inside his lounge he turned to face me with his flies open and his cock out, fully erect.”

“Fucking hell, Beth!” I gasped. “What did you do?”

“I froze,” she replied, “I’m so sorry, Mike but I froze. He was huge.” Beth again began to sob.

“Let me pour us a glass of wine each, I think we both need a drink.