Wife watching (closed for Biker_Faerie)

[spawnofdavey]

The big black Land Rover pulled into the driveway outside their nice big suburban home, some Oasis blaring out of the open driver's window. Ryan had his jacket on the passenger seat, his shirt sleeves rolled up with the sunny weather. He smiled as he thought of the pub they were going to that night, hopefully it would be fun and he could watch Jane dancing with her mates and flirting with a few of the other guys there too.

It was a couple of months before their third wedding anniversary and they had been planning a trip away for a while. Now that everything was booked, Ryan felt like celebrating and he hoped Jane was in the mood too. He closed the window and grabbed his jacket from the car and killed the engine, walking up to the front door with it hooked over his shoulder. Their house was nice and big, the rest of the street similar to theirs, but they'd had a nice conservatory built onto the back and he'd built an outside bar and kitchen for when their friends and family came over for a party. He was proud of the house, and the money he'd made. Not quite forty, he'd made enough for most to retire on, but he was hungry for more, something that pleased his boss and Jane, his wife no end.

Both Essex born, they were new money, fans of designer labels and expensive things. Some people might accuse them of having no taste, but what do they know? They're just jealous.

He went inside and slipped off his shoes, carefully putting them on the shoe rack by the door. "Hey Jane, do you want to get some food before we go out, or do you want to eat at the bar?" He shouted, waiting for his wife to reply before he got changed."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane had not long been home herself. Fridays at the salon were always busy with customers wanting their hair done for the weekend and, as owner and chief stylist at “A Cut Above”, Chigwell’s premier salon, she had to be there.

When they’d first met, Jane had been a hairdresser working in a salon in Romford. Ryan had bought “A Cut Above” for her as a wedding present. Something to keep her occupied during the day while he was up in the city working, or playing golf with his mates. When they’d got married though, Ryan had asked Jane to stop working Saturdays and she had complied.

Ryan usually bought Jane pretty much whatever she wanted. The diamond white Porsche, the jewellery, the clothes, the handbags, the cosmetic procedures. In return, Jane made sure she kept Ryan happy. It seemed like a fair trade. Some people were born intelligent, some rich, some had other talents. Jane had been born pretty and over the years she’d exploited this asset to the full.

Although she wasn’t intelligent Jane had been smart enough to bag herself a rich husband. Ten years his junior she knew Ryan had married her primarily for her looks. That was ok with her as she’d married him primarily for his money.

Jane made sure that she was always turned out just the way Ryan liked her. Which was usually flashy and on show. She didn’t have a problem with this and Friday nights tended to be the night when he expected her to look her best.

On a Friday they would usually hit the town. Have a few drinks then party a little with their friends. They usually ended up in a club and Jane liked dancing.

“ …do you want to get some food before we go out, or do you want to eat at the bar?" He shouted, waiting for his wife to reply before he got changed.

“I’m running late babe,” she responded, “can we get something at the bar?”