Now a few things need to born in mind here, especially for younger members. Firstly, although computers DID exist in that year, they would have been the size of a room, with less computing power than a modern mobile 'phone! And only governments, or large organisations like banks could afford to have them. Oh, and while mentioning 'phones, they were HUGE compared to nowadays, had to be 'plugged in' and featured a dial one had to 'spin' around, number by number, to dial out. I once saw a hilarious film recently of a group of youngsters being presented with such a classic device and trying to work out just how to use it! They didn't have a clue!
One further thing, thankfully things HAVE changed quite a bit in regards to attitudes towards equality regarding women since THIS period of time. If anybody finds the way my main male character regards his wife, a little chauvinistic and disrespectful, unfortunately this WAS common in those days. But, as i said earlier, not SO much now. Definite progress. And, he might well end up PAYING for it during the tale!
Could life get any better? It was a beautiful, sunny July day, the sun was shining, traffic was light, and I was heading home in my new acquisition, the car I wanted and had PROMISED myself, not the one that until now I’d have to settle for. As I, quite deliberately, ‘blipped’ the throttle pedal, the straight six-cylinder 3.8 litre engine underneath that HUGE bonnet let out a ‘roar’ of pure audible joy, FAR superior to ANY piece of music EVER written. Mind you I needed to be careful, NO high revving just yet, I’d need to ‘run my new baby in’ very carefully before I could REALLY see just how a Jaguar ‘E’ Type performed!
This delicious piece of automotive engineering, which had apparently greatly impressed none other than Enzo Ferrari himself, had only been released for sale earlier in this year of 1961, and I’d been extremely lucky to be one of the very few people able to purchase one. And in my preferred shade of British ‘Racing Green’ too, far more tasteful than the normal red, leave that brash, ‘in your face’ colour to the Italians, such as the aforementioned Gentleman and his top creation, that cost about twice as much as the ’Jag’ and was actually slower.
As I gently, for now anyway, ambled my way homeward I reflected that this wonderful machine was far from the only item of extreme beauty present in my life, no, waiting for me at home would be my luscious wife, Carole. Oh yes looks wise, IF she was a to be compared to any motor car, it would have to be the stunning ‘E’ Type. Tall, slim with gorgeous blonde hair that cascaded from the head featuring her outstanding visage, she was any red-blooded male’s fantasy come true, but she wasn’t ANY man’s, she was MINE!
Carole was an outstanding cook, but if anything, her skills in the bedroom were even more superior to those of hers in the kitchen. And, to my absolute delight, she thoroughly enjoyed pleasing and tantalising me by wearing utterly titillating lingerie, VERY sheer stockings, lacy suspender belts, or sometimes even better, a satin basque! Just emphasising her ‘Goddess’ image to the ultimate degree. And, as I stated earlier, ALL for MY eyes only. Mind you, owning a VERY successful business and possessing a LARGE degree of wealth just MIGHT have helped attract her to me, I WASN’T stupid!
Never mind, I was beginning to need to concentrate on the ‘road’ as thoughts of securely tying this lovely body to the bed posts of our full King size bed, spread eagled and FULLY vulnerable to my most depraved sexual fantasies and wishes took hold. Good God, I might even fit a blindfold and take away the use of her eyes from her, as I subjected her to my will, ‘rodgering’ her to my heart’s, or should that be my cock’s, desire!
What do you mean if she agreed to this? Come on, she was my WIFE! It was her DUTY in life to please and pleasure me, and for goodness’ sake she NEVER went without! She lived in a large, detached house, in the RIGHT part of town, she’d NEVER have to do a ‘days’ work’ for the rest of her pampered life, and just WHO paid for her, VERY extensive, wardrobe?
Oh, and she’d, or I to be more accurate, had also just bought a new car, one of those Minis, that she’d delighted in describing as ‘chic,’ and were all the rage within the fashionable ‘set.’ Mind you, I’d insisted on buying the full 1000cc version, goodness that had little enough horsepower, but at least a bit more than the baseline, 850cc, variety.
There was said motor outside the house when I did arrive home, in BRIGHT BLOODY PINK for goodness’ sake! Good, because my ‘hard on’ was almost beginning to hurt in the driving position within the Jag, crikey could I get her up those stairs fast enough? Unlike my wife, I opened up the garage door, driving my new ‘steed’ inside then locking it safely out of prying eyes sight, before entering the house.
“Carole! It’s me, Darling!” Silence. She MUST be home I thought as I walked further inwards, she NEVER walks anywhere, and her car was outside. A quick visit upstairs confirmed that she wasn’t in the bathroom or taking a nap in the bedroom. Where was she? Just as I was starting to become rather annoyed, I mean what sort of game did she think she was playing; the telephone rang down in the entrance hallway.