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Now It's My Turn Ch. 01

By: Aussie Bard



My heartfelt thanks go again to the two people who have helped by editing this story for me Marie-Terese and Willy B.

The incessant ringing of the phone reached into my brain, dragging me back to the real world. Pushing through the fog of sleep, I reached for it, lifted the receiver and managed a short hello while trying to force myself fully awake. In the background I could hear the shower running. Taking a quick look at the tumbled mess of sheets on the other side of the bed I realized my partner from last night must be cleaning up. Not surprising considering the length and intensity of our fucking. 

"Don't hang up, oh please don't hang up, we have to talk," the voice at the other end pleaded for me to listen. A long pregnant pause followed by the disembodied voice asking- no, begging- to know if I was still there. 

"Yes I'm here. I suppose we have to talk at some stage, even if it is only to decide what to do about this mess." 

The voice answered with a broken sob and a softly spoken, "Can I come over? Please?" 

The "please" was uttered as a cry for help. Hearing it, I almost crumbled inside, feeling it tear again at my heart and gut. Then the memory of the pain and horror of the last three weeks returned and with it my anger and hatred for those who had inflicted it on me.

"It's not convenient right now, how about tomorrow about 4 pm," my reply was short and abrupt. I wanted to hurt the listener as much as I could, hoping that by doing so I would relieve the pain within myself, but knowing that it wouldn't...couldn't ever take it away.

"You... you're not alone then?" silence. "Ok then, 4 p.m." silence. "I suppose I deserve this. I guess I brought it on myself." The phone went dead in my hand but not before I heard a last gasp and sobbing. I slammed down the receiver with some satisfaction. 

Damn... those last words, "I brought it on myself." How many times had I heard them over the last three weeks? Was it only three weeks since this nightmare began?

Dropping back onto the bed, I listened to the sound of the shower and allowed my mind to drift back to the start of this nightmare. The party...yes that was the beginning, at least for me. For them it had begun earlier, how much earlier I didn't know and had no real interest in finding out. 

Yes, the party ...

It Begins.

"Come on darling hurry up or we'll be late," Megan's voice cut through the steam of the hot shower. 

"I'll take the kids to my parents and be back in 30 minutes. Do try to be ready by the time I get back."

It was one of those parties that just seemed to happen, no special reason, just a few friends getting together around a barbeque.

Right on time Megan walked in the front door. I greeted her with a long appreciative look that took in every inch of her delicious body. A natural honey blonde she had let her hair grow long enough to reach half way to her waist. It now flowed around her head and shoulders in a golden halo, setting off her beautiful oval face. A tight pale blue top served to emphasize her 38 D breasts secured in a lacy bra. Not that she needed a bra as her breasts still defied gravity and stood out proudly on their own, topped by two of the best nipples I had ever seen. Of course I hadn't seen too many recently, in fact in the last 8 years I had seen exactly two in the flesh, hers. A thin waist belied the birth of our two kids, swelling into a tight round ass and two long legs encased in a short black skirt that came down to mid thigh. At 32 she looked more like 22, and she knew it.

Just looking at her started a movement in my groin area that quickly grew to a semi erection. 

This was the visual package, but anyone who knows my wife knows that she has a mind as sharp as a tack. No dizzy blonde here, Megan can mentally match it with the best and usually comes out on top. This is what attracted me to her in the first place. It's hard to believe, but a fact none the less. 

"I'll drive," Megan stated, dangling her car keys in front of me. "And hurry up. Remember we have to pick up Sylvia on the way."

Sylvia is Megan's best friend although I have trouble understanding why. Megan is good looking in a sophisticated way, dressing to enhance her looks and figure while Sylvia is good looking in a sluttish way, dressing to expose her figure. Megan looks 22 rather than her 32 years while Sylvia looks her 32 years but tries to look 22.

They have been friends since forever. When Sylvia's marriage turned bad, ending in a bitter divorce 3 years ago, Megan was there to help her pick up the pieces. Pick up being the operative words. In those three years Sylvia has tried to bed every male she could get her hands on. 

Sylvia has developed quite a reputation in our social group but despite this, or maybe because of it, Megan continues to stand by her friend.

The couples in our group of friends consider her a walking mantrap, not surprising as she has come on to every man in the group, and succeeded with many of them. 

Even I am not safe from her. She has come on to me several times in the last few weeks. Although Megan is her best friend, Sylvia has openly flirted with me and only last night asked me if I would like to take her to bed. It didn't worry her that Megan was standing beside me. I just laughed it off, saying that one hot woman was enough for me. I could never cheat on Megan because I loved her too much to do anything to hurt our marriage. Truthfully Sylvia just doesn't appeal to me, even though she is fun to be around, she is just not what I find sexually attractive

Glancing at Megan, I noticed a strange look in her eyes as she looked at me then Sylvia before clearing her throat and asking if we wanted another drink. That look was almost as if she were saying go on, fuck her, I don't mind.

*****

For the last few weeks our sex play had shown a marked improvement in frequency and intensity, and last night was no different. I mean we had a great sex life, up till then, making love 3 or 4 times a week with the occasional wild fuck thrown in when the mood took us. Now Megan was instigating it almost every night, sometimes twice a night. Not that I'm complaining. The ratio of making love to fucking had definitely swung the other way. I wondered what had gotten into the girl? 

Once Sylvia left, I started to clean up the glasses and plates. Megan returned from seeing Sylvia to the door.

"Let's just leave those till morning; I have some more interesting activities planned," she said.

Grabbing me by the hand she pulled me into her arms, her hard nipples pushing into my chest through both of our shirts. Her kiss was neither loving nor gentle; it was pure lust and the passion of a very horny lady. 

Taken by surprise, it took me a few seconds to respond in kind. In those few seconds my cock went from sleepy hibernation to full erection, tenting the thin material of my pants and demanding instant release. 

Pushing her hand between our bodies, she caressed my erection through my pants before moving to my belt and zipper. My pants and boxers were instantly pooled around my ankles where they were soon discarded.

Aware that the kids were asleep upstairs, I made to move the entertainment to our bedroom but Megan again surprised me by pulling her dress up revealing her shaven pussy, wet and ready. 

Throwing herself down onto the sofa she shouted, "I can't wait. Fuck me here. Now!" 

Dropping to my knees I dove right in to her hot, wet pussy, forcing my tongue as deep as it would go into her. Alternating between licking her pussy lips and tonguing her clit, I soon brought her to the edge of an orgasm. Stopping before she went over, I moved my attention to her inner thighs and one of her most sensitive spots, the backs of her knees. Megan bucked her pussy up and back and at the same time tried to drag my head back to service her swollen lips and clit. 

"No, don't stop now; I'm almost there, you bastard. Pleeeease! I need to cum."

Ignoring her pleading I moved my mouth to her breasts and nipples, which were flushed with a dusky rose hue. Already hard and swollen, they seemed to swell a little more between my lips, protruding like two rose buds. I didn't know what had turned her on but it was having a dramatic effect on her body. 

After a few more minutes of teasing her, I moved back to her clit. This time I added two fingers inside her pussy, rubbing her G spot to hasten her orgasm and bring on a flood of her liquid honeydew. During those minutes she alternated between pleading for release and cursing me for not finishing the job I had started.

"Yes! Yes! Right there, don't stop harder, faster, don't stop now you bastard I'm nearly there," she moaned and screamed her release.

"Yes! Ohhhh! Yes, Yes, Yes I'mmm CCCummmming," arching her back so violently I had to grab her ass to prevent being thrown off. 

Collapsing back onto the sofa, Megan lay still as I moved up to cradle her in my arms. Holding her gently in my left arm I moved my right hand down to my cock which had grown even harder, the head now a deep purple and the long veins visibly pulsing through the thin skin that sheathed it. Slowly stroking it, I maintained a full erection while I waited for Megan to rejoin me. This usually depended on how wild her orgasm had been. 

I am not one of those studs who are so well endowed that women swoon at their feet. My pride and joy is a solid 6 ½ inches and a little over 1 ¾ inches thick. Enough for the job at hand but none to spare. 

Megan blinked her eyes then slowly moved her hand down to replace mine on my cock instantly causing it to reach iron bar status again. Her stroking increased in tempo as she looked into my eyes.

"Does baby want to cum?" she whispered seductively. Before I could grunt a reply, she swung her head down and swallowed my cock in one movement. Feeling her hot mouth on my already sensitive cock came close to making me shoot my load right then. Somehow I managed to hold off so as not to miss what I knew was to follow. After slurping up and down the shaft and flicking her tongue around the head, She moved down to my balls, taking first one then the other into her mouth while her hand replaced her mouth on the shaft. 

Concentrating on the delicious sensations washing over me, I was able to control myself but I knew it wouldn't take much to send me over the top. Dropping my ball sac she moved further south licking from my balls to my anus and back. On every second pass she rimmed my nether ring gently teasing my ass with her tongue. The feeling was fantastic and soon I was moaning and humping her hand and mouth, so close to cumming I was lost in a haze of different sensations.

Megan, realizing I was near, returned her mouth to my cock slurping and licking the head and shaft to push me over the top. Wanting to make it last, I tried to hold out but she soon noticed what I was doing. Eight years together doesn't allow a guy many secrets in the bedroom. She slipped first one then two fingers into my well-prepared ass and finger fucked me, taking away any self-control I had left. 

Knowing I was about to shoot my load, I moaned a warning to her, but Megan added a new twist to the evening. She maintained her mouth on my cock, sucking even harder as her hand stroked and twisted around the shaft. I lost it and flooded her mouth with a load of cum. Closing her eyes, she swallowed and sucked as I emptied my balls. Not one drop escaped her and she continued to suck and lick my prick until it was clean of all sticky traces. This was the first time in our 8 years of marriage that she had allowed me to cum in her mouth. She had rejected my many pleas for her to taste my cum. Now she not only tasted it but swallowed a full load without blinking an eye. 

After resting for a few moments we moved up to the bedroom and fucked our brains out before falling asleep in each others arms.

*****

On the way to the party I couldn't help a little smile, as we drove through the slowly darkening streets to Sylvia's place, anticipating what would happen after the party. 

Boy was I ever wrong.

When we picked up Sylvia, I took over the driving while the two girls sat in the back whispering and giggling all the way to the party.

Once there we started to circulate and I didn't see much of either of them except when they would show up to freshen my drink. This seemed to become more frequent as the night wore on, but I didn't mind as Megan was driving home. For once I could relax and enjoy myself.

By10 pm the party was in full swing. After dancing with Megan and Andy's wife Pheona I soon realized that I'd had a little too much to drink. I decided to slow down a bit with the booze and went in search of something to eat. Sylvia came over to join me at the table with a fresh bottle of scotch and began to cuddle up, pushing her tits into my chest. At one stage her hand was on my thigh heading for my cock. 

"I need to use the toilet while it's free." 

It was the best excuse I could come up with, and bolted out of the lounge area. 

About 10 minutes later Megan found me hiding from Sylvia with Dave and Betty, some friends from my work. She handed me a fresh glass of scotch, stayed for a few minutes then took off again. 

"Don't tell Sylvia where I am," I said to her back as she strolled off. 

"OK," Megan said waving her glass at me over her shoulder.

A few minutes later the scotch started to take effect and I began to feel tired. I'm a happy drunk, usually I just curl up and sleep it off, which is what I wanted to do right now. Heading to the back porch, I curled up on an old couch out there and drifted off for a quick nap.

Waking up in bed the next morning, I felt Megan's butt pushing into my groin rubbing against my morning erection. Reaching around I cupped one of her small breasts and started to tweak the nipple as I felt her hand grasp my cock and start to guide it to her waiting hairy pussy. 

Confused, I gasped, "What the!!!" This definitely wasn't Megan. Coming fully awake, I stared into Sylvia's smiling face.

"Morning lover. Ready to go again?" 

Anyone watching would have thought that she had stabbed me. I quickly moved back and away from her. The damn sheets tangled around my legs stopping me from getting out of the bed. I needed time to think. To work out what had happened. Gathering my senses I scanned the room realizing that it wasn't my bedroom. 

"What's wrong Jack?" Sylvia asked as she reached for my cock, which had shrunk back into my groin. 

"What am I doing here? Where's Megan?" 

I jumped out of bed looking for my clothes, finding them folded neatly on a chair at the foot of the bed.

"Megan felt sick and left the party early. I said that I would look after you, I hope I did."

"What do you mean?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"I know you had a bit to drink but don't tell me you can't remember us fucking last night," Sylvia giggled. "Or should I say this morning. I didn't think you were ever going to stop. Not that I'm complaining."

Horrified I stammered, "But I'm married ...we can't... we shouldn't..." 

"Too late for that lover. Now how about an encore before you go home?"

Grabbing my clothes, I headed for the living area to get dressed. I pulled on my jeans as Sylvia came into the room wearing just a smile. 

"Thanks for last night lover, we'll have to do it again real soon," bending to kiss me on the lips. 

I managed to avoid her by turning my head to catch it on the cheek instead. Just then the phone rang. Sylvia answered it giving me a chance to try to make my getaway. 

Just as I reached the door she said, "Sure Megan, he's here I'll just get him for you." I walked back into the room as Sylvia passed the phone to me. She grinned and walked back to the bedroom wiggling her butt invitingly. 

"Hi Megan I ca ...," I started to say when all hell came down that phone line to hit me square in the head. 

Yelling, her voice vibrated to my very core, "How could you, you bastard and with her! I knew you two were up to something the way you were hanging around each other." 

Softer, quieter Megan sobbed, "I don't even want to talk to you," and with that she slammed down the phone. 

Sylvia returned wearing a robe. 

"Sounds like Megan isn't a happy camper this morning." 

She grinned at me as I slumped into the chair. 

"What have I done?" 

This was a very real question in more ways than one. I really didn't remember what had happened last night after falling asleep on the couch.

"Boys will be boys. Megan will get over it eventually. Just remember whatever happens you brought it on yourself," Sylvia continued. "Now as you're already in the shit how about coming back to bed and making it worth while. This is going to cost you. You may as well get something in return." 

"No thanks. I need time to think. I'll walk home and see if I can work things out with Megan. I just hope she will forgive me."

"Oh she will, just give her time. She really does love you. Just remember that."

As I left, I wondered what she had meant by this was going to cost me.

Walking the short distance home didn't give me enough time to sort things out in my head. I doubt if there was enough time in eternity to do that. 

Opening the door I was surprised to see a suitcase standing by the door and Megan sitting in a chair staring at me. No sign of tears just a stone cold look on her face. 

"Megan...."

Her voice was hard, rasping, "You bastard. How could you, and with my best friend too? I don't want to talk to you; I don't even want to see you until I have had time to think this through."

Pausing for breath Megan pointed to the suitcase. 

"I packed some of your clothes and your shaving gear. It's all in that case. Leave before I say something I will regret later," she snarled. 

Burying her face in her hands she began to cry as her composure broke. 

"I don't know what happened," I started to say. Before I could continue Megan screamed at me to just get out. 

"Go back to that slut why don't you?"

Grabbing the case and my car keys from the side table I walked out of the door and out of a happy marriage. At least that is how it felt. How could Megan forgive me? I couldn't forgive myself for betraying my marriage vows. Reaching the door, I turned, looked at my beautiful wife sitting there and quietly said, "I love you," as I closed the door.

I drove around for hours until I realized how tired I was. I needed to find somewhere to sleep. Although it was only 2 pm, I felt as if I had gone without sleep for days. According to Sylvia I hadn't had much sleep last night. 

Pulling into the first motel I came across, I booked a room for a week. Settling in was easy, throw the case in the corner and drop onto the bed. I was soon in a restless sleep. 

Hours later I awoke in a sweat from a nightmare. I was chasing Sylvia through a park with an enormous erection. I really wanted to run away yet I was drawn to her as if by a magnetic force.

Glancing at my watch, I saw it was only 7 pm. I felt worse than I had before I went to sleep. 

I hadn't eaten all day. Grabbing my wallet I set out to find something close that didn't come in a takeaway bag. Passing a bar, I opted for a few drinks to try to settle myself down and clear the cobwebs of confusion wrapped around my consciousness. Four scotches later I felt no better, and now I was starting to beat up on myself for being such a fool. How could I... why did I ...what did I? Lots of questions and no real answers.

I mean, I could at least accept it if I had been unhappy in the marriage or deeply attracted to Sylvia, but neither case was true.

I desperately wanted to talk to Megan, to crawl into her arms and make it all go away, but I knew that couldn't happen. Agonizing over whether to call her or not, I wimped out and decided to leave it until the next day. I didn't want to antagonize her and I had been drinking. Instead, I went to bed collapsing into a coma-like sleep.


Now It's My Turn Ch. 01



Monday morning I couldn't face work. I rang in telling them that I wasn't feeling well and needed a few days off. No problem there as I seldom took time off. Thinking about it, I couldn't remember the last time I hadn't turned up for work.

I rang Megan mid morning and got the answering machine. Same thing happened every time I rang, all day Monday and Tuesday. Leaving messages as to where she could reach me had no effect either. By Wednesday I was ready to go to the house, fearing she had done something drastic. More blame and a bigger guilt trip. 

What would I do if I lost her? Could I live with myself? At one point I considered suicide as a possible option. Despite my depression and low self esteem I still held onto the hope that I could win her back. I would do anything to win her back, regain her trust and love.

On Wednesday morning, the phone in the room rang and I picked it up hoping it would be her.

Megan's voice was cool but not as angry as I thought it might be, "I have made some decisions and we need to talk. Come round the house this afternoon."

"Yeah, sure. Are you and the kids OK?"

"Yes we're fine. See you this afternoon," then a click as she hung up.

What had she decided? Divorce seemed the only possible option, and to be truthful, I couldn't blame her.

My imagination worked overtime, throwing up all the worst possible scenarios that might happen. By the time I arrived at the house I looked and felt like shit.

Megan ushered me into the lounge and began the conversation.

"I'm not going to divorce you, although I did consider it. For the kid's sake and for the 8 years we have had, I want to work it out if possible. But this is your one and only chance and it won't be easy."

With a weight lifted off my heart I answered the only way I could.

"I love you. I will do anything to make it right between us."

"Easy to say, but when you hear what my terms are, perhaps you may not still think the same way," Megan replied. Again she glared at me with the same strange look she had used the night Sylvia had propositioned me in front of her.

"I don't care what it is, I will do it if you will only forgive what I have done to you... to us."

Megan was silent for a few moments. I could see her fidgeting in her chair, not looking at me but instead concentrating her gaze on the carpet in front of her. She began to speak.

"To begin, you can move back into the house tomorrow but you will sleep in the spare room until I say that you can come back into our room. I want to forgive you but the only way I can do that is to get my revenge. To do that, I am going to have an affair."

Her words hit me like a semi-trailer, knocking the air out of my lungs. As I tried to speak, she continued.

"I haven't decided who or how yet but when I do I don't expect you to interfere. You must accept it if you want us to go on, otherwise we can end it here.

"I will let you know when the time is right and when I decide it is over. I don't know how long it will last. Do you agree?"

All I could do was sit and nod my head. I sat riveted in the chair, a lead weight on my chest made it hard to breathe and an icy hand tore at my heart. I didn't trust myself to talk as my eyes began to cloud with a full understanding of what I had done and what I must now endure to keep this woman I loved so deeply. 

Megan looked at me. For a moment I thought I saw some compassion in her eyes. Perhaps I was only seeing what I hoped for rather than what was really there.

"Well, do you agree or not?" this time there wasn't the same confident tone, maybe even a little fear around the edge. 

"Yes I agree," I managed to croak. 

I felt like I wanted to throw up. Unable to take any more, I got up and left. Before returning to the motel room, I headed for the bar and picked up a bottle of 12-year-old single malt scotch. If I was to get through this I needed all the courage I could muster, even if it was only Dutch courage

When I got to my room, there was a message slipped under the door saying that my wife had rung and could I please ring her back.

Dumping the booze on the bed I rang our house. Desperately hoping, wanting to hear she had changed her mind, that she couldn't go through with it. On the third ring Megan answered and again I thought she seemed to have softness in her voice.

"Are you OK? You ran out of here so quick I didn't know what to think. I was worried that you may have done something stupid."

"No. I'm OK. I did think that I'd be better off dead, but I guess that I'm not man enough for that either. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. See you tomorrow."

"Remember that I love you, but you have brought this on yourself," Megan whispered as she hung up.

I stared at the silent receiver, tears streaming down my face knowing the feeling of utter helplessness for the first time in my life. 

I moved back home and for the next few days things were strained, but at least there wasn't any shouting. The kids didn't know what was going on, they behaved normally and for their sake we did too.

I returned to work on the following Monday, but had difficulty concentrating and my work suffered. Dave noticed and kept asking if I was ok. Not wanting to admit what I had done, I told him that it was just a result of the illness I had suffered last week. He seemed to accept that but kept an eye on me just the same.

On the Thursday, after the kids were in bed, Megan called me into the kitchen to tell me the bad news.

"Every thing is set for Saturday evening; I have asked my parents to look after the kids," Megan mumbled unable to look me in the eye.

"Steve will be here at 6 pm and we will need some privacy, so you can stay in your room or go out."

"Steve? Not Steve Adams from the club? Surely not him." 

My appeal sounded pathetic even to me. Steve Adams was the biggest pussyhound around. His screwing around was legendary, the male equivalent of Sylvia.

"You agreed you would accept my choice and now you have no say," Megan slammed my objections down before they had a chance to have any effect. With that she rose and went to her room. 

Friday at work I was so wrapped up in my self pity that I was useless, totally unable to do the simplest task. At 11 am I told Dave that I was taking an early lunch as I had a few errands to run and headed for the mall. Perhaps a bit of fresh air would help.

Entering the mall I decided I needed a coffee and the best coffee round here was at Clyde's Coffee Shop. Everyone went there so that's where I headed. Looking in the window before entering, I was surprised to see Sylvia sitting at one of the tables. She was the last person that I needed to see. Turning to leave, I noticed Megan approaching Sylvia's table. Thinking things might get ugly real soon, I decided to hang around outside in case I had to separate them. To my surprise, Megan greeted Sylvia with a peck on the cheek and sat down with her. They chatted and giggled for half an hour then got up and left.

Not sure what to make of this, I went back to work. On reflection, it looked like they had made up, putting all the blame onto me no doubt. Not very fair but I was in no position to complain. Megan had made that perfectly clear. Seeing them together again reminded me of old times and raised a ray of hope in my heart. If they could make up then maybe there was a chance for Megan and me.

Saturday came way too soon and I got the job of ferrying the kids to their grandparents while Megan prepared herself for Steve. She fussed around doing her nails and hair, picking out outfits then swapping for something else. As 6 pm approached, I couldn't bear it so I went to my room and tried to read. 

As I rose to go Megan reminded me, "Remember you brought this on yourself."

I heard Steve arrive a few moments later, and muffled talking interspersed with laughter. Half an hour seemed like a year before I heard them come upstairs and the master bedroom door creaked open then closed again. Now I know what it is like to wait for the other shoe to drop.

My heart was pounding and my head thumped as I imagined what they were doing in there. I didn't have to wait long before I heard Steve's groan telling Megan to suck it all the way down.

"Yes that's right, just there. God you are some cock sucker."

A few more minutes of torture then Steve's voice came clearly down the corridor.

"That poor sucker of a husband sure doesn't know what he is missing, or maybe he does. What a wimp letting someone else fuck his wife and in his own bed."

I waited to hear Megan defend me but it never came. 

Instead I heard Steve's raucous voice saying, "That's what you need me to do right now. Fuck you till you can't stand up. Tell me what you want from a real man."

"God I want that big cock inside me now. I can't wait any longer. I've looked forward to this for so long. Fuck me now hard and fast," Megan's voice slammed into my gut like a punch from a prize fighter.

Not able to take it any longer I got up and left, driving around aimlessly for an hour until I ended up in front of Dave and Betty's house.

I was an emotional wreck and desperate for some support. Taking the risk they wouldn't just toss me out, I knocked on the door. Betty opened it and taking one look at me, grabbed my arm and dragged me into the lounge where Dave was sitting.

Unable to hold back any longer I let the dam burst and broke down.

After a few minutes I regained a little of my composure, apologizing to both of them, I rose to leave. 

Dave pushed me back into the seat and said, "You're not going anywhere until we get to the bottom of this. Now sit down and I'll get you a drink."

With a double scotch burning its way into my belly, I felt a little better and decided that if I was to unburden myself to anyone then it may as well be Dave and Betty. I had known Dave for 15 years and he had always been a good friend to me.

Slowly I explained the whole sordid mess to them, ending with what I had driven Megan to do tonight.

Both listened in silence and once I was finished, the silence seemed louder than anything I had heard. 

I noticed Dave give Betty a look that seemed to say, "What do we do now?"

"Jack, I don't know how what you described to us is possible. For starters, the night of the party you were so out of it that you weren't capable of having sex with anyone."

Betty broke in with, "You were so far gone that it took both Sylvia and Megan to carry you to the car to get you home."

My head began to spin, what they were saying didn't make any sense. Megan had already left, she couldn't have put me in the car.

"Are you sure it was Megan and Sylvia?" I asked.

"Positive," Dave replied. "I even held the door open for them as they took you out."

"Jack, I think you have been set up," Betty added. "Earlier in the night I had gone outside for a break and was sitting under the top deck having a cigarette. Sylvia and Megan came out onto the deck above me and I heard them talking."

Looking at Dave for support Betty continued, "Sylvia told Megan that he wasn't going for it even drunk. Megan said it looks like plan B then. I thought that they were setting someone up, probably one of Sylvia's guys. I had no idea it was you."

As I allowed it to sink in, things that I had seen and wondered about all began to make sense.

Megan had tried to get me to be unfaithful, with Sylvia coming on to me over several weeks. When I didn't go for it, they decided they would get me drunk and she could seduce me. That was why they kept up the steady supply of fresh drinks that night. Even then I hadn't succumbed so they made me think I had been screwing around. Megan knew that guilt would make me do what she wanted, no matter how much I hated the idea. But why, what was she getting out of it? Stupid question. She was getting it right now at home with Steve in our bed.

Continuing to work things out, my first instinct was to go home and confront them with the truth. I was so angry that I knew I stood a good chance of injuring both of them. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of having me in jail while they continued to have a fuck fest.

My earlier bout of self pity had given way to a white-hot anger, and now to a controlled rage. I wanted revenge. Dave and I set about putting a plan into shape. Swearing both Dave and Betty to secrecy, at least for the time being, we started to go through what we knew.

They must have slipped me some thing in that last drink, probably some of the sleeping tablets that Sylvia had used after her divorce.

The case was already packed for me all nice and neat and waiting for me when I arrived home. I had only been 10 minutes away, not enough time to do it unless she had packed it the night before after she helped Sylvia put me into her bed.

Both women had taken me to Sylvia's flat and undressed me then put me into bed. Megan was always the neat one; she had folded my clothes and put them on the chair. If I was as drunk as they said there is no way that I could have done it and Sylvia wasn't likely to fold them in the heat of the moment.

When they met in the coffee shop they weren't making up, they were planning the next step in this fraud. Having a laugh at my expense, having successfully fooled me. 

Megan had probably been listening to Sylvia's exploits with all her men. She had obviously started to wonder what it was like to have a strange cock and worked out this plan to find out.

Why not just have an affair on the side? Megan knew if I found out she would lose everything, including me. Not wanting to risk this, she knew that if I thought it was my fault then she would be free to have her fling with no chance of repercussions. Hence the constant reminders that I had brought it on myself.

Megan knew that I was a prideful man, and had gambled that I would be too ashamed to tell my friends what had happened.

Dave mentioned that Steve had been hinting around the club for a few weeks that he was about to get into the pants of one woman he had been after for months. He started this well before the party, so Steve was in on the whole thing. Well he would get his, as they all would.

I had little proof. If I approached them they would deny the whole thing, blaming me for trying to shift the blame away from myself. I needed proof big time and I knew a way to get it. 

First I had to make sure they were not suspicious of me knowing their plan. Dave let me spend the night and I headed home on Sunday, ringing first to make sure Steve had gone.

Megan began yelling at me the moment I walked in, "Where the hell have you been? I've been out of my mind with worry. You've been with her again, haven't you?" 

I told you she was smart, taking advantage of every opportunity. She knew I hadn't been with Sylvia as that is the first place she would have called.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I couldn't listen to you two going at it so I drove around then fell asleep in the car"

With that, she calmed down a bit and stormed off into the kitchen while I had a shower and changed clothes.

Things were a little cool for the next few days, but I was too busy setting my plan into motion to be worried about it.

On Wednesday night I bugged the house phone and hid her cell phone so that any calls she made had to be made where they could be recorded. I figured the $300 at the local electronics store well spent if things worked out as I planned.

Thursday morning I rang both Megan and Sylvia from work. I told them that I wanted to try to make it up to both of them. I explained that I felt bad about coming between them and that it was my fault that their friendship had been affected.

Playing the sorrowful cuckold to the hilt, I told them that I had made reservations for Friday night at Bernie's, a very up market restaurant on the other side of town. Bernie's was where I had taken Megan when I had proposed to her all those years ago.

I explained that I thought Megan would be busy with Steve again on Saturday, so Friday was the only other option. I even hinted I had a surprise for both of them that I knew they would like. Yeah, right.

After everyone was asleep that night I recovered the bugs from the phone and the voice activated recorder. Listening to the tape, I soon heard Sylvia's voice as she called Megan to find out what it was all about. As soon as I heard their conversation, I knew that I had the proof I needed and more.

Sylvia: "Megan what is he up to, do you think he suspects anything?"

Megan: "No, he is just upset about me and Steve and is trying to make it up to me so I will forgive him and not see Steve again."

Sylvia" "Are you going to see Steve again? How did it go? Was it as good as I told you?"

Megan: "I guess I'll see him again. Things were ok and the sex was great but I was upset when I found out Jack had left. I thought he had left me for good or maybe done something silly and hurt himself. I still love him and don't want to risk losing him. When he came home Sunday I almost told him it was over and I forgave him, but he seemed to have resigned himself to what was happening. I decided to try it a few more times then tell him that I have had my revenge and it is time to move on."

Sylvia: "Wasn't Steve the greatest? He sure knows how to please a woman and he has the equipment to do it with."

Megan: "Steve was fun and as I said the sex was great. As for his equipment, well it isn't any bigger than Jack's. I can't even say he is a better lover than Jack. I guess it was just different and the fact that what I'm doing is so wrong and exciting."

Sylvia: "Well we will see. I'm going to hold you to your promise to let me have some of what Jack has to offer. Tell him that you want to see what he found so attractive in me that he had to cheat. Say you want him to fuck me and you are going to watch." 

Megan: "God, I don't know if I can watch him fuck you. I know that I owe him that much, but it will hurt me to watch him do it. Still, I did promise you, so I guess it is only fair that if I get what I want, so should you."

Sylvia: "We'll talk about it later. What are you going to wear to this dinner? ...."

The rest of the conversation was mostly about everyday things.

Friday was spent checking to make sure everything was in place, I didn't want any slip ups.

Arriving home early to get ready for the restaurant, I had a smile on my face for the first time in ages. 

"What are you so happy about? You're not out of the woods yet. A fancy meal at a nice restaurant won't make up for what you have done," Megan shot at me as she headed upstairs for a shower.

I grabbed the kids and told Megan that I was taking them to my mums for the night so we would not have to hurry home. 

Arriving back I had a quick shower and changed into my best suit, making an extra effort to look good. 

As Megan came down the stairs, I looked at the woman I had loved to distraction, the mother of my children. I knew then this was probably the last time I would see her like this and a shadow passed over my heart. Pushing the pain to one side, I dangled the keys and said I would drive. 

"I told Sylvia we would pick her up, but if it makes you uncomfortable I can order a taxi for her."

"No that's ok. As long as she sits in the back, I'll sit up front with you." 

She was playing her part all the way.

In contrast to the drive to the party, this one was completed in total silence.

Arriving at the restaurant we were quickly escorted to our table. I made a big show of ordering drinks as if trying to impress them. The food waiter arrived soon after and we ordered our meals, splashing out on the best they had to offer. I even ordered a bottle of the best champagne to be brought to the table for a toast. 

Passing the glasses of champagne around, I made my excuses saying I just wanted to check on the surprise packages. I sipped my wine before leaving and the sharpness mixed with the effervescence brought back fond memories of happier times. 




Now It's My Turn Ch. 01



Shaking my head to clear these thoughts I told them, "I'll be back in a few minutes."

Two people were waiting for me in the foyer. I had them seated a few tables away from us, but close enough so they could come when called.

The food was superb, the service faultless and yet I couldn't enjoy any of it. Knowing why we were here filled me with sadness and all my smiles were forced.

The ladies decided to wait for dessert and I took the opportunity to refill the glasses. Taking a drink from my glass, I began my prepared speech. 

"For the last three weeks I have suffered as I have never suffered before. I have blamed myself for being foolish and for behavior that I would never condone in others."

Megan opened her mouth to talk, but I silenced her with a wave of my hand.

"Please just listen for now. You will be given the chance later to have your say. As I was saying, my pain was something you can't imagine. Several times I even considered suicide as a possible solution." 

At that both women's mouths dropped. I don't think they really considered how much pain they had caused me, or how desperate I had become.

"Luckily I have some very good friends who helped me through it. They made me see the truth of things. Yes, I know now that I wasn't to blame, but was only being set up by both of you."

Both women looked startled and Megan tossed down the last of her wine in one big gulp.

I explained quickly what I had seen and found out, ending with the taped phone conversation. By this time Megan was in deep shock and Sylvia was looking decidedly guilty.

Taking the wine bottle from the ice bucket I poured each another glass of wine, placing the empty bottle on the table.

Waving the first of my surprises over, I pulled a small ring box from my pocket and handed it to Megan.

"As I said I have some gifts for you and this is the first."

Still in shock she opened the box to find my wedding band sitting there.

Reaching for her left hand I removed both of her rings and slipped them into my pocket.

"I gave you those as a token of our fidelity to each other. You no longer deserve to wear them. Maybe Steve can buy you one, though I doubt his wife will approve."

At that moment a voice at her elbow asked. "Megan Wright?"

Megan turned and mumbled, "Yes." 

The elderly man handed her a large envelope, told her she had been served, nodded and walked away.

Harshly I said, "Those are divorce papers I had my lawyer draw up during the week. You will find I haven't been very generous. In fact I have asked for everything possible including custody of the children.

"All of the joint bank accounts were closed this afternoon and the credit cards cancelled. After what you have done there is no more us... only me."

At that Megan finally lost it and began to cry, huge tears rolling down her cheeks splashing onto the exposed tops of her breasts before running into her cleavage.

The sobs she uttered seemed to come from her very soul, deep inside her. 

It's funny what you think of at times like this. I caught myself thinking that if she cried long enough her tears would stain that sexy lace bra she was wearing. 

Shaking my head in disbelief, I continued.

"Our marriage is over. I hope it was worth it. At least you can fuck who you want now without having the inconvenience of a husband or children."

Waving for my last surprise I continued, "I took a leaf out of your book and packed a bag for you, not as neat, but it is the thought that counts. The locks are being changed as we speak so you will have to call first if you need anything."

With that Mary, placed the bag on the table in front of her. Megan looked up quickly to see my old girl friend from college standing beside her.

I didn't think that she could show any greater shock, but Megan surprised me again by losing what little colour she had left.

"No! Not her. Please Jack, not with her. I'm so sorry but we can work this out. I love you, you must know that. What I did was stupid and selfish, I don't love him, only you. Jack...."

"Megan, you lost any right to object to who I see or associate with," my answer cut her off before she could continue. 

"I seem to remember saying the same thing to you about Steve and did my darling wife listen? No, she didn't."

Mary interrupted, "Don't worry Megan, I will look after him for you." 

Mary's smile only added to the anguish that Megan was feeling. Perhaps now she realized how much she had hurt me... how much she had lost.

Smugly I said, "I don't think Steve is going to be very happy with you. Dave is delivering a copy of all the evidence I have gathered, to his wife. I know she has suspected him of cheating on her but now she will have all the proof she needs. If she has any pride at all she will divorce him, but that is up to her."

Pausing to finish my drink, I mustered my courage for my final act.

"Sylvia, I can't say or do much to you for your part in this. But this will make me feel a little better."

Grabbing the ice bucket, I emptied the contents over her head, soaking her and the very expensive dress she was wearing. Her shocked yelp could be heard all over the restaurant, making sure her embarrassment was complete. 

Taking Mary by the arm, I turned to leave. Looking back I passed on two last comments. "Oh yes, Sylvia, the table is booked in your name so this is all on you in more ways than one. And remember Megan, you brought this on yourself."

My eyes filled with tears as I left. My world had collapsed along with my marriage. I stumbled from the restaurant, bumping into a young couple as they entered. 

"Stupid drunk," I heard as the door closed behind me.

Back to the present...

A warm sensation on my cock brought me back with a jolt. Looking down I saw Mary's head bobbing up and down between my legs, her mouth administering to my every need. Looking up into my eyes, she smiled as she deep throated my rapidly swelling cock.

Maybe it wouldn't be so hard getting over this after all, but deep down I still wished that it was Megan, and that this was all just a bad dream.

To be continued... 



Now It's My Turn Ch. 02



Writing can be fun but the support that WillyB and The Troubador have given make it a real pleasure. If you enjoy this, then they should take a bow. If you didn't let me know so that I can improve my skills.

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Sunday morning came and went and I still hadn't got my head around what had happened. Megan was due to arrive at four and I wasn't sure what I would say or how I would react when I saw her. 

Moping around the house I realized I hadn't talked to the kids since the breakup Friday night, I had a desperate need to see and hold them. They were the last remaining part of Megan's and my life together. 

I was putting off the unpleasant task of telling them about our breakup, I knew it would devastate them. With Megan arriving soon and the possibility of some unattractive discussion or a messy argument I decided to leave them with my parents. 

As I reached for the phone, to call mum, it burst into life with a shrill ring startling me. I took a few seconds to collect myself and answer it, my voice dull and flat just like I felt, "Yeah, Jack Wright." 

"Jack? It's Sylvia, I need to talk to you."

My voice hard and unwelcoming, I answered her with the only response that sprang to mind. The hatred I felt for this woman dripped from each word, "I've got nothing to say to you bitch." 

Hanging up I stared at the phone. No witty retort, not even original, but it held a depth of feeling that could only be expressed in this way.

Within seconds it rang again this time I let the answering machine take the call.

"Jack, it's Sylvia pick up the phone please, I know you're there." Nothing but the whirring of the recorder, then she spoke again this time pleading, "Please Jack I need to talk to you about Megan."

The last few words caught up with me as I closed the bathroom door. 

I could feel the anger building again, that bitch had helped ruin my marriage, helped take my kids mother from them, set me up and now she expected me to talk to her. Yeah right, like that would happen this side of hell freezing over.

I needed a shower, just the thought of her made me feel dirty I wanted to scrub the very memory of her out of my life.

With all the stress of the last few weeks I felt drained and tired. Hoping to ease my weary body and mind I opted for a spa bath instead. Turning on the water to fill the tub I saw Megan's oils and salts carefully arranged along the side of the bath, waiting for her return. 

Her smell was everywhere, from the subtleness of her oils and bubble bath to the more stringent odour of her mouthwash. Our, or rather my bedroom was the same, soaked in her personal scent and her perfume. 

I felt desolate and lonely, missing her laughter and her smile. The closeness that we had shared for eight years was something many couples never experienced. I was at a loss now that she was gone from my life, yet the very thought of her made me angry. More anger than I can ever remember feeling at any other time in my life.

The normal everyday sounds drifted in from outside. Someone cutting their lawn, a car passed by and kids played in their yard. Steam filled the room and, as I calmed down, my senses started to register these things. I relaxed and sank into the water.

The bath eased my aching frame and my mind time shifted back to Saturday and Mary my ex girlfriend who had helped me. 

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Reflections on Saturday

Friday night her administrations had satisfied my immediate needs or at least the revenge I had planned, but it was a hollow victory. Saturday had been more of the same except that the sex had been less frantic and the familiarity of her body had returned. I couldn't call it making love nor was it fucking. It was sex for the sake of it. 

By noon we had both realized that it wasn't going to work. There were no fireworks, no passion and even the attraction we once held for each other had diminished with time. We were different, not the same people that we had been back then. .

Mary lay beside me on the bed, naked. Smiling she said, "Well what now? Do we shake hands and go our separate ways before things get anymore awkward?" 

How do you answer a question like that? 

We had lain in silence for the last 10 minutes hardly looking at each other. 

Turning I faced her and in doing it I faced my reality. She lay in the crook of my arm, my hand idly brushing her blonde hair where it touched her shoulder. There was no denying that she was still beautiful. If anything she had improved with age, less awkward and more assured. Her body had filled out a little in all the right places giving her a more sensual look. 

Even the drops of cum that were drying on her breasts and chin did nothing to detract from her loveliness. Only minutes before I had my cock between those breasts pumping and straining to spray my release. Mary had a thing for being titty fucked, she really got off on it. I had seen her reach orgasm while I fucked her tits without ever having touched her pussy. The very thought of it seemed to make her breasts extra sensitive.

Clearing my throat I stated the obvious, "I don't know what to say. It has been great but the old spark just isn't there. Maybe in time once I get over Megan, who knows."

Taking her chin in my hand I brought her face close to mine and placed a soft kiss on her lips. A kiss that held friendship and caring but lacked the love and passion it once held. I could taste the salty semen that I had deposited there and knew that it had been all about me. 

Unlike sex with Megan which was mostly about pleasing her, my time with Mary was about self gratification. With that realization came sadness, I had used her in a way I never should have. Someone I considered a close friend, someone who was willing to help me in my time of need. I had used her and now it felt like I was casting her aside. My offer of time was nothing more than a sop to my guilty conscience. Even now I was still thinking of me rather than Mary and her feelings. 

"Mary I never...."

She held her fingers to my lips silencing me. The look in her eyes held compassion and caring.

Her voice was soft, "Don't say it. I know what you are feeling because I once lost someone I loved deeply. He was taken from me and I was too weak to fight for him. I have moved on and so has he. I still love him deeply and will do anything I can to be there for him. I also know that I am not in love with him, nor he with me."

A small tear escaped her left eye running down her cheek to disappear under her chin. She made no move to wipe it away, instead she continued.

"It's time to move on. This has been special and I will always remember it as such. When we were together I wanted so many things and left you to find them. When I did, it was only to find that it wasn't what I thought it would be." 

I felt her sigh as her breasts moved against my chest and the rise of her stomach pushing into my abdomen. 

"I would return to you knowing that you were always there for me. You would take me back and never ask questions. Sometimes I wished that you would, but then I didn't know if I could answer them truthfully. You must have heard the rumours, yet your love for me was so strong you ignored them."

The tears were running freely now, the guilt she was expressing leaving with each tear drop.

"I betrayed that trust so many times but you never betrayed me, never let me down as I had you. Now it's my turn to repay you. To return some of that love. I know you feel guilty about last night and today. That's something I find so attractive in you. Your sense of right. Megan loved it too and she was willing to fight for you when I wasn't. You never asked what we discussed when we met that day, giving us the privacy we needed. Now I think you should know."

I didn't want this and told her so, "Mary you don't have to tell me. You have done enough for me and I appreciate what you have done and said. I feel better about us and I do love you as a very special person in my life."

"Please don't interrupt. I need to get this off my chest so I can feel better about myself," her response was quick and left no doubt as to what she wanted. 

"Megan came to see me that day to warn me off. Actually she came to blackmail me into leaving you alone so that she could have you. We argued and I refused. I knew that if I asked you would take me back like you always did. Megan knew it too and decided to level the playing field a little. As it turned out she tilted it distinctly in her favour."

Mary had stopped sobbing and pulled back to look me in the eye. A look of apprehension on her face, as she braced for what was to come.

Her voice quivered as she continued, "I had tried to get Megan interested in other guys, setting her up to meet some of the guys I had dated. She never gave them a second look. It soon became obvious that she loved you and more importantly you loved her. She asked me if she gave you up would I be willing to stop my cheating."

She had started and didn't want to stop until she had said it all. It was all rapid, like bursts of machinegun fire. 

Words tumbled out, "Yes that is what it was, cheating. I hesitated before answering, that was all she needed. She told me that if I had to think about it then I didn't deserve you. Megan said that she knew about my abortion and would tell you if I didn't leave you alone." 

Mary's voice had gradually turned into a whisper and I'd had to listen carefully to hear the last part. 

"What abortion? I never knew about any of this."

"I had fallen pregnant when we were together but didn't find out until after we had split up. I was dating a guy on the hockey team and I was afraid that if he knew I was pregnant he would dump me. I went to a clinic and had our baby aborted so that I could be with someone else. He dumped me anyway. Somehow Sylvia had found out and told Megan. I knew you would be mad and so I let her have you rather than face up to what I had done."

Mary buried her face in my chest, sobbing uncontrollably. 

"Why? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" 

My world had become even more horrible a place. What had I done to deserve this?

Again the self-pity rose to the surface while Mary lay suffering in my arms, her body racked with sobs. The accusation in my words offended me, how must they be affecting Mary? Immediately I was sorry and needed to make amends.

I did the only thing I could do. Softly I stroked her hair and whispered in her ear.

"I understand and I forgive you. You have carried this guilt far to long. I don't know how I would have reacted then but I do know that it's in the past and should be left there. That was nine years ago, it's time to forgive yourself. Even if you don't, I won't give up on you. You are too important for me to lose your friendship."

Mary threw her arms around my neck and hugged me close, covering my face with kisses. 

Her voice held an element of happiness, "I have imagined this talk for years and it always ended in you hating me and telling me you never wanted to talk to me again. That's why I couldn't tell you. I never expected you to forgive me."

Mary paused for a few moments to collect her thoughts then turned the tables on me with a lecture.

Her voice took on a strength that hadn't heard for a long time.

"Now listen to me Jack Wright, if you can forgive me just like that then you should consider applying that same compassion to the woman you really love."

I shook my head in disagreement, the violent movement making the bed shake and her breasts vibrated in sync.

"It's not the same thing. She cheated on me and destroyed the trust I had in her. You and I weren't married and besides it was so long ago."

Mary continued with her lecture countering my every objection with a determination that brought back memories. When she had wanted something from me she used the same resolve she was showing now. Mary usually got what she wanted.

"We both cheated on you, I more than her. Each time you forgave me now it's time to do the same for her. That is if you really love her. Time does heal wounds but you have only just found out about the abortion so you can't use that argument. It's as fresh as if it happened yesterday. 

"I could see it in your eyes and feel it in your body that you still wanted her not me. She fought for you once shouldn't you do the same for her?"

"You're right, I do still love her. At least part of me does, but I don't know if I can forgive her. I know I will never forget and that's what will destroy us."

"No! What will destroy your marriage is if you are unwilling to make the effort to save it. Of course you'll never forget, nor will she, but you can put it into its proper perspective. Weigh up what you stand to lose against what you may save. Think of your kids and how their needs and feelings will be affected."

That last statement bit deep causing my feelings of guilt to resurface.

"Mary, that's unfair bringing the kids into it. I have thought of their needs but how will it help them if they have parents who are constantly arguing or worse not even talking? What example will it set for them? How will that help them? What if she continues to bring home other men? I couldn't handle that, nor should I be put in that position."

A loud banging on the door stopped any further discussion.

"Damn I wonder who that is? I wasn't expecting anyone."

Reaching for my pants I swung out of bed. As I put them on the banging continued, incessant and demanding. 

"OK I'm coming, hold on a minute," my irritation at being disturbed obvious.

Making my way down stairs I saw a large shadow through the glazed door. The tinted glass giving it a sepia look. I knew that it had to be Steve come to extract his revenge for what I had done. I had made up my mind what I should do if it came to this, I was ready.

Time and motion seemed to slow down as I approached the door, preparing for what I knew was to come. The whole thing becoming surreal.

Steve out weighed me by thirty pounds and stood a good three inches taller than my five foot ten inches. I knew he worked out and had played football in college so he wouldn't be a push over. My advantage was my anger and surprise. I knew he had always considered me a bit of a wimp because of my quiet approach to life and that he wouldn't expect me to react aggressively. That would be his undoing.

Opening the door I saw Steve, a look of thunder on his face, raising his fist to bang again. It never landed.

In slow time I saw his eyes open wide in astonishment as my fist moved towards him. 

"You bastard ...Ahhhh!!!" His screams of anger turned to a scream of pain as my fist landed squarely on his nose.

His anger had slowed his reflexes and he managed only a slight evasive movement before it landed, forcing his head backwards. I felt rather than heard the cartilage smash under my hand and saw a spray of blood. Watching the droplets slowly arc through the air to land on the leaves of a pot plant that stood by the door. The red blood was oddly attractive against the variegated greenery. I felt as if I had all the time in the world, it was like watching an old movie slowed right down.

Real time returned with a thump as he staggered backwards off the porch, careering into the rose bushes that bordered the path. The blood was pouring between his fingers as he held his nose, soaking the front of his grey shirt and dripping onto the path.

His look of amazement gave me control of the situation.

"Fuck off you pathetic piece of shit. If I see you again you'll get more of the same."

Closing the door I left him lying in a tangled mess amongst the roses.

Mary stood behind me as I turned from the door.

"Are you ok?"

"No. I think I busted my damn hand," the pain obvious in my words.

A smile creased her face and she began to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"Well from what I saw of Steve I'd say you may have won on points but others might say you both broke even. Here let me look at that."

I offered up my hand and then realized what she had meant.

"Yeah, very funny."

Still I had to smile at the whole thing. Later I would probably regret it but for now I felt good. 

"It's not broken just bruised, a bit like your ego at the moment. Did it help to do that?"

"Not really, but I couldn't not do it. It's a male thing I guess. You wouldn't understand."

Mary bent and kissed my bruised fingers before taking control. 

"I'll get some ice for your hand, your bruised ego will have to look after it's self. Now sit." She pushed me onto the couch before going to the kitchen.

Returning she handed me a pack of frozen peas, "Here put this on your hand, it'll help. While you're doing that I'll get showered and dressed."

Putting the ice pack on my battered hand I closed my eyes and sank back into the cushions. 

How could my life get so screwed up in such a short time? I had no idea of how I really felt about anything that had happened in the last few weeks. Emotions came and went on a whim, a sound or a smell. Each change brought new thoughts and feelings. Fear, anger, resentment, frustration, these had been words to me but now I had a deeper understanding of what they meant. How they could impact on your life, unwanted but present none the less.

A small sound caught my attention and I opened my eyes to see Mary, still standing there, watching me intently. That look of compassion was back in her eyes turning them from their normal bright blue to a misty grey. 

"Do you realize what you have just done? I mean attacking him like you did?"

"Yes. I'll probably end up on an assault charge and go to jail. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, straight to the slammer."

"Well yes there's that possibility but something else," her words were insistent, demanding I listen and participate in this discussion.

The resignation displayed in my tone, "No. What is it that you can see that I can't?"

"You just fought for her, or at least started to fight for her. Don't stop now."

Confusion whirled through my head and for a moment I was lost for words.

"I....I..I don't think so. It was just anger and frustration. I was fighting for myself not her."

"Jack I know you. You hate violence. You would rather run a hundred miles than lash out like you just did, at least in your own defense. In defense of your family you're different. You just proved it, although your stubborn nature won't let you accept it."

Shaking her head in frustration Mary made her way upstairs, her long blonde hair swaying with every movement. 

Soon the sound of running water could be heard and above it the sound of Mary singing. What did she have to be so happy about? Then I remembered her earlier confession and my offer of unconditional forgiveness. Of course she was happy that our friendship would continue but more than that she had shed some of the guilt that had been with her all these years.

Softly the words filtered down to me.

" and we all know it's better, yesterday has past, now let's all start living for the one that's going to last."

I'd heard those same words sung so many times but never in a million years had I ever thought I would hear them like this. Damn that woman knew how to get to a man.

Twenty minutes later Mary was back dressed and carrying her overnight bag.

"Want some coffee before you go? I've just put on a fresh pot."

"No thanks. How's the hand?"

"Sore but it'll be ok. You were right, I don't think I broke anything."

The smell of the coffee wafted through the room, reminding me why I made it. My gut was tied up in knots and I felt like shit.

Mary leaned forward and kissed me lightly.

"Think on what I said, sleep on it before you make any rash decisions. Promise me that at least."




Now It's My Turn Ch. 02



"I promise. My life is a mess right now, I don't want to make it worse. Trouble is I don't know how to make it better."

"Well you do what you have to. Start with you and work out from there. When all is said and done you only control yourself. Work out what you want and then see if Megan fits into it. If she does then she will have to work with you to achieve it. If she can't then I guess it's all over."

I absorbed her words and the simplicity of what she suggested. She made it seem seem achievable. 

"Look I've got to go. Call me if you need me, but before you do, talk to your wife and let her explain why she did it. At least give her that much time."

Pausing she sighed then continued, "Look I know you may not want to hear this but it has to be said. I'm not condoning what Megan did but is what you did any different?"

My eyes popped open, "What do you mean, what I did? Megan started all of this. She cheated on me, scheming and planning behind my back. I never even looked at another woman until after she did it."

Almost shouting I attacked my accuser, "How can you compare my actions to her behavior?"

"Calm down," Mary's quiet voice interrupted me. "I'm not saying that you didn't have cause to be angry or to get revenge. What I am saying is that you have both done the same thing although for different reasons. She lied, planned and cheated behind your back. She set you up and hurt you terribly. You lied, planned and cheated mostly behind her back. You set her and Sylvia up and I have no doubt that they are both now hurting almost as badly as you are."

"How can you say I cheated? Our marriage is over. It's not the same thing."

"You're still legally married and that makes it wrong. Think about it Jack."

Picking up the bag Mary turned and walked to the door. Opening it she blew me a kiss then was gone.

I sat, still trying to take in her words, I heard the car door slam then the tyres squeal as she drove off.

The coffee did little to settle my stomach, I needed a change, some fresh air. A run might help. I hadn't done much running lately but it seemed like the thing to do. People may rationalize that I was trying to run away from my problems. Who knows, they may be right. At the time it was just something to do.

Changing into my running gear took only a few minutes then into the car to drive to the local track. I hate running round the streets, it always seems as if I'm trying to show off to the neighbors. On the track I'm just one of the other dozen or so runners. Not standing out, just one of the crowd.

I had only been running for ten minutes when I felt dizzy and staggered to the side of the track. Maybe I put in to much effort early in the run. Perhaps I was more out of shape than I realized, or the tension of the last few weeks had weakened me. Here I finally cleared out my stomach contents, dumping them in a clump of bushes. My whole body shook as stress finally took total control. My legs were no longer able to support me and I slumped to the ground. It took me another twenty minutes before the tremors had stopped and I had recovered enough to be able to drive home.

Pulling into the drive I saw my next door neighbor looking out her front door at me. She came trotting over as I parked and got out of the car.

"Hi Mrs. Olsen, what can I do for you?"

Mrs. Olson was eighty five and the neighborhood mum. A widow for the last four years she had taken it on herself to look after us all. Not interfering, just being available when needed, looking out to help where she could. 

"Jack don't you worry, I saw it all. That horrid man was going to hit you. What you did was only in self defense. I told that policeman exactly that," her voice raised a few octaves as she defended one of her brood.

"What policeman?"

"He was just here about the fight. He wanted to talk to you but when you weren't here he came and talked to me, in case I had seen anything. Here he left his card. He wants you to call him."

As I reached for the card my hand throbbed reminding me of my earlier run in with Steve.

The card she thrust into my hand belonged to a police sergeant from the local station. Written on the back was a phone number and instructions to call him as soon as I got home.

"Thanks Mrs. Olsen, I had better go call him now and get it over with."

Entering the house I opted for a shower to clean myself up before I called him. It gave me time to work out what I would say. Mrs. Olsen has said it looked like he was going to hit me. I remembered the raised fist, but he had been banging on the door not prepared for my opening it so quickly. From her angle it could have appeared that he was trying to hit me. Well never one to pass up a piece of luck I decided to go along with it.

He answered on the third ring, "Sergeant Burke," short, sharp and business like.

"Sergeant Burke it's Jack Wright. I got your card. What can I do to help you?"

"Mr. Wright I have a complaint lodged against you for assault against Mr. Steven Adams. He alleges that you hit him without provocation breaking his nose. He said that you did it in revenge for him sleeping with your wife even though you gave permission for it to happen. I need to talk to you about it. Can you come to the station? If not then I can come get you."

The threat was hardly concealed. Come willingly or in cuffs. My choice.

"No need to put you out. I can be there in an hour if that's ok with you."

"Make it forty minutes, I go off duty at five and I want to wrap this up before I finish up." 

He wanted to let me know he was the one calling the shots.

"Right forty minutes it is."

Already dressed, it gave me time to compose myself and still arrive five minutes early.

"Thanks for coming so quickly Mr. Wright. This interview is only so that I can gather some facts before I decide what to do. Just give me your version of the story."

"Well Steve was right as far as him having sex with my wife. As for giving permission, I did but that was under duress. When I found out that it was a setup by both of them I got some evidence and sent it to his wife. She's probably dumped him," I shrugged my shoulders to emphasize the last part.

"Early this afternoon he came to my place very angry, banging on the door and demanding to see me. When I opened the door he had his fist raised to hit me so I hit him first in self defense. He's a much bigger guy than me and I was scared. I only hit him once and maybe I did break his nose, I'm not sure. Then I told him to go away and not come back. Not in those words but you know what I mean."

"Did you invite him round?"

"No. Truthfully I hoped never to see him again."

"Were there any witnesses?"

"I didn't think so at the time but Mrs. Olsen my neighbor tells me that she heard the banging and came out to see what was up. She saw him there so she can tell you what she saw."

"What about your wife? Did she see it?"

"My wife wasn't there."

"Strange. Mr. Adams insisted that she was."

"Actually no that was a friend who had come over to be with me. My wife is staying at her friends place for now."

"And this friend," the insinuation was clear. "Did she see anything?"

"I don't think so. She arrived at the door after I had hit him. All she saw was him lying there. I can give you her number if you like."

"No I don't think that will be necessary. Actually I have already spoken to the neighbor and she confirms your side of the story. You are right his wife did kick him out and he admitted that he was there to extract retribution. His words."

Sergeant Burke closed his notebook, slipping the pen into his top pocket.

"From what I can see you are in the clear. He on the other hand may have committed an offense. Do you want to press charges?"

"No I just want to try and forget the whole thing, but that's not going to happen is it?"

"I doubt it. At least not right away. Thanks for your time. By the way that must have been some punch. His nose is a mess. Next time think before you act, you may not be so lucky with such convenient witnesses."

Pointing to the door he said, "I'm sure you can find your own way out, I have to finish this report."

The tapping of the keyboard followed me to the door.

Daylight was fading as I left the police station, the air a mild mixture of street smells and buzzing insects. Summer wasn't far off and the weather was warming up making me glad I had dressed in light weight clothes. It was too early to think of going home, maybe I should face the kids and tell them about our splitting up. No there would be time enough for that later. Now I needed to sort out my own feelings.

Damn it's Saturday night, there has to be something going on somewhere in town. A game I can watch, a group I could join. I hated the idea of going home to an empty house.

Racking my brain I remembered that there was a pool competition on at the local pub. Not something I would normally go to but who knows it may take my mind off my problems for a few hours.

Arriving home I parked in the drive and then walked the short distance to the pub. Sitting at the bar with a beer and steak sandwich I swapped idle chatter with the barman while we both waited for the games to begin. 

It was shortly after midnight that I arrived home. Shivering in my thin shirt and slacks I fumbled my key into the lock then staggered through the door into the lounge. Coffee or bed? The choice was taken from me as I slumped into a deep, dreamless sleep on the sofa. 

I don't remember getting into bed but awoke, still dressed minus my shoes, curled up under the covers. The sun streaming in through the open drapes forced me to turn my head and eyes away from the dancing beams of light. It was late in the morning, that much I knew. Of course all things are relative. For the farmer who's up early milking cows six am is late, for the guy on holiday ten am is early. As I said, it's all relative.

I was in a world of pain. My head hurt, my mouth was dry and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I badly needed coffee and some headache tablets.

I spent the next two hours trying to piece together Saturday night. The tablets helped a little and a steady intake of coffee eased my suffering to an acceptable level. 

That's when the phone had rung......and Sylvia reminded me how much pain I was really in.

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Back to the present

As the bath water cooled so did my anger and I was finally able to make some decisions. Drying off I grabbed some clothes and dressed not really caring what I put on. Picking up the phone I started to dial my parent's number, stopped and hung up the phone. 

I needed to do this face to face and calling first would only make it harder on all of us. Locking up the house I drove over to see them instead.

Pulling into the drive I saw mum's car parked in the garage with the hood up. Dad was leaning into the engine compartment the upper half of his body disappearing into the open mouth of the vehicle. 

It's an old 1990 Ford and mum loves this car. It had been the first new car that dad had bought her and she refused to give it up even though it was now well past it's use by date. Dad worked on it constantly, grumbling all the time that it was a useless piece of junk and that she should trade it in on a new one. I think that secretly he was thrilled that she still loved this car he had given her. It was a reinforcement of her love for him and his for her.

Bringing up a family hadn't been easy for my parents. They weren't particularly well off and both worked hard for what they had. Growing up in our family had meant sometimes we kids didn't get everything we wanted. One thing that was never in short supply was the love we held for each other. You could feel it, something tangible and solid. A feeling of being safe and secure whenever you were in the presence of anyone of the family including my grandparents. Sadly all four had passed away in the last few years but their memory stayed with me.

My parents had scrimped and saved to pay for this house and for our education, often doing without themselves. Holidays had mostly been short excursions to the beach and later when we kids were old enough, summer jobs filled in the time.

It was here that I learned the values that I will carry with me to the grave. Love and respect for others, patience, tolerance and above all the need for trust in a relationship.

I'd blown it big time on the patience and tolerance part in the last few days.

I can remember one time I forgot to do one of my chores and my brother had done it for me. I wanted to go see some friends later that day and told dad where I was going. He asked if I had done all of my work first and I told him yes. He knew somehow that I hadn't and I can still see the look of hurt in his eyes at that simple lie. He didn't go off at me, ground me or anything like that. He just shook his head and said, "I thought you had more respect for me and yourself than to lie. If it means so much to you off you go." 

Then he carried on fixing the toaster.

I stewed over that for hours before I picked up the courage to go and apologize to him and my brother.

His response was typical dad, quiet and caring, "Son an apology is a good start but it can't erase the break in trust that a lie creates. That will take time and a lot more effort than simple words."

All of this flashed before me in the seconds it took to park and get out. Dad heard me and emerged from the bowels of the car, smeared in oil. A big smile creased his face when he saw who it was. 

"Jack, how did your weekend go? Come in and I'll go wash up." Turning he walked into the house calling out to mum, "Beth, Jacks here put on some fresh coffee."

At the sound of his voice my two kids appeared as if by magic, dashing forward to greet me. I knelt down and hugged both of them a little longer than I normally would. I needed to feel their love for me. Amber was 7 and Jack junior 5, the age where they are able to express their feelings freely without embarrassment. 

Picking up both of them I headed for mum's domain, the kitchen, while dad disappeared into the bathroom. What is it about mums that they know when something is wrong before you even open your mouth? 

"What's wrong Jack? Let me get you a coffee then you can tell me all about it."

I sent the kids off to play and accepted the coffee. 

"Mum can we wait until dad gets here before I start. This is going to be hard enough without going over it twice."

Mum just nodded her head then went on with what she was doing.

A few minutes later dad came back and I spent the next hour telling them about the last few weeks of my life. Both listened and only interrupted a few times to clarify a point. Mums reaction wasn't what I thought it would be. I expected her to run Megan down in support of me but instead she said, "Jack you got into a fight and hit a man. We didn't bring you up to accept violence as a solution. I know you are upset but that is not the answer." 

Upset! Talk about an understatement.

Dad nodded his head in agreement then asked, "So what are you going to tell the kids? It will be harder on them, they won't understand."

Shrugging I told them, "I don't know what to say. For the moment I think it is best they think Megan's gone away somewhere perhaps for work. I'll work out when to tell them it is permanent. They needn't know why."

Mum reached over the table placing her hand on my forearm. "If you like they can stay here for a few more days. We love to have them and they are happy. It will give you time to talk to Megan and sort out what you need to do without having to worry about the kids."

"Thanks mum I knew I could count on you. I'm sorry I let you and dad down by hitting the guy but I'm not sorry I hit him. And to answer your next question, yes it did make me feel better at the time. Now I'm not so sure."

Dad cleared his throat, "Ugh! Hmm." A sure sign he was about to say something he considered important.

"Son this has been a bit of a shock to you and to us. Megan's behavior was reprehensible and has hurt you deeply. I can see why you reacted the way you did and divorce may be your best option, but is it the only option?"

What was dad saying? That I should take her back? My facial expression must have told dad what I was thinking.

"I'm not suggesting you forgive her and take her back, what I am suggesting is weigh all of your options before you make that decision. See a solicitor, talk to a councilor and work out what is best for you and the kids. Megan has made some pretty big mistakes and she will need to work out what she is going to do."

We sat and talked for a little longer, the kids playing around my feet. Then it was time to leave and meet Megan. Kissing the kids I told them that they were staying with Nan and Pop for a few more days and that I would come and get them. Amber wanted to know where mummy was so I said she had to go away for a while. Kids accept things easily as long as they seem normal and ours were no different. 

Dad's parting comment gave me cause to stop and think, "Remember Jack, when someone breaks your trust in them it hurts both parties. If you truly love them you owe them the chance to rebuild that trust. Sometimes when we try to get revenge we hurt ourselves more than the other person." His words would return several times that day and in the months to come.

Kissing mum, I hugged my dad then drove home. 

Right on four there was a knock at the door. Bracing myself I opened it to find Megan and Sylvia both standing there.

Before I could object Megan said, "Jack, I hope you don't mind but I brought Sylvia with me to help with my things. She'll stay out here while we talk, if you like, but she has something she wants to say to you."

I was in shock. Megan and Sylvia both looked like it had been a rough couple of days. Dark sunken eyes rimmed with a redness that came from constant crying. Hair combed but not cared for. Only minimal make up, and their clothes looked as if they'd been slept in. Both looked as if they had aged ten years in two days.

Surprised I weakened and invited both in. "No need to stand out there you can both come in. The neighbors have enough to talk about already without giving them anything else."

Megan looked around as she entered, looking for something but not finding it.

Sensing her need I told her. "Mary's not here. She left yesterday."

"Oh! Ummm, where are the kids?"

"They're staying at mums for a few days while we sort through this divorce and settle a few things."

The D word caused both of them to cringe a little. I was less affected by it, perhaps I had resigned myself to the inevitable.

Megan sighed then said, "I had hoped to see them and give them a kiss. But..."

"That's one of the things we will need to settle, your access to the kids. I'm not sure that I want them to be exposed to the sort of life style you and Sylvia intend to lead."

Before I could continue Sylvia interrupted, "Jack can we sit down please? I have a few things I need to say before you go jumping to conclusions about our intended life style."

Not waiting for an answer both she and Megan sat on the couch side by side. It was at this point that I noticed that both were dressed very conservatively in jeans and loose tops. It was as if they were both trying to hide their sexuality under the plain, drab clothing.

Sylvia continued, "Jack, Megan told you that I had some things to say to you. I tried this morning on the phone but you hung up and refused to listen. That's mainly why I am here now, to tell you face to face where you can't ignore me. I know that you probably hate me and I don't blame you. My part in this whole thing has helped destroy your marriage and I will never forgive myself for what I have done to both of you."




Now It's My Turn Ch. 02



Sylvia had become distressed and had to stop for a moment to blow her nose in a tissue. Discarding it she pulled another from her purse twisting it in her hands as she continued, in a quiet voice.

"You are my friends and I did this horrible thing. But you have to know I never meant to break you up. I guess I thought that you would be like all the other men and go for it if I offered it to you. When you didn't I took it as a challenge to seduce you, but nothing I did seemed to attract your attention. Sure you flirted a little, but even that was you just being nice, not because you wanted me. I have never had that happen and I was intrigued by a man who could be so devoted to one woman to the exclusion of all others. What I did was unforgivable and I won't insult you by asking for your forgiveness."

Pausing Sylvia asked if she could have a drink of something, anything would do.

"Coffee, soda or water?" I asked.

"A glass of water will be fine thanks."

Old habits die hard, "What about you Megan? Want something to drink?"

"A soda please."

Once I had returned with the drinks Sylvia sipped hers then continued.

"It was my idea to get Megan interested in having another man. I thought that if she were to do that then it would make it easier to get you into bed. All I have heard from Megan since she met you is how great you were as a man, husband, a father and a lover."

I glanced at Megan but she was just staring at the carpet near her feet. The can of soda clenched tightly in her hands. She looked so sad sitting there, I wanted to go to her and hold her. To tell her that everything would be alright. But I couldn't. It would have been a lie because everything wasn't alright. It never would be again for her and me.

"Jack you have to believe me when I tell you that Megan loves you. I know that what we did was wrong but she knows now that it was a mistake. A huge mistake and she wants to make it up to you. Won't you please listen to her? Just give her a chance, please."

This was the opportunity that I had hoped for, a chance to get some answers.

"I have a lot of questions that need answering so Megan will have a chance to tell her side of the story. I don't imagine for a moment that it will make any difference to the outcome but I will listen. There is one proviso, she must be honest about everything otherwise I will end it right there."

Turning to Megan I verbalized the questions that had haunted me since this nightmare began.

"Why Megan? Why did you do this to me, to us? Was I such a bad husband and father? If you wanted to be with someone else why not just tell me that we were through. It would have hurt but not as much as this has."

My voice was breaking and I couldn't continue.

Megan sat there shaking her head mumbling, "No, No, No it was never that."

"Then what? Help me to understand."

Megan steeled herself then slowly raised her head to look me squarely in the eyes. Her voice was quiet yet held a firmness and resolve that surprised me, "I never stopped loving you. I know that is hard for you to believe but it is true non the less. It had nothing to do with you as a father, husband or lover. The fault was all mine and I regret every second of hurt I caused you. If I could I would take it all away but I can't."

Megan sipped her drink, perhaps to give herself time to think through what she was about to say.

"Jack I know that you must hate me and I can't blame you. It started about 6 months ago. Sylvia had just finished a fling with Steve and she was telling me all about it. I had heard so much about him from others and Sylvia confirmed that he was very good in bed. I became curious and asked a few questions. Over the next couple of months Sylvia had reminded me about him and I started to wonder what it would be like. It became an obsession for me. I tried to forget about it but every time I saw him or heard about him it came back stronger than ever. I never wanted to cheat on you but I couldn't shake this feeling."

Her resolve was gone, replaced with a sadness and softness, "I can't deny that when we had sex I fantasized that it was him not you that was in me and the guilt that I felt made me want to tell you, but I couldn't. When we made love it was only you. Please believe me, I never thought that you would find out. I thought that you would be sorry enough for your supposed cheating with Sylvia that you would be grateful for a chance to make it up to me. At least that was the plan. You know the rest."

"It wasn't until I saw you leave with Mary that I realized how you must have felt. How I must have hurt you," Megan trembled with the memory of what had taken place on Friday evening.

"Ah yes, my cheating with Sylvia. Tell me did you actually get anything from me that night?"

Sylvia shook her head, "No, I tried but every time I got you hard it would go limp again before I could do anything with it. All I got was a mouthful of cock, nothing else."

I sighed with relief, "I'm glad for that at least. How many times have I heard you condemn men for taking advantage of women? Now you go and do the same and worse so that you can cheat on me. I don't know about hating you but I do know that I don't like what you did very much."

Megan had regained her composure and said, "Jack I know that I don't deserve it but can't you please give me another chance to prove to you how much I love you. Please allow me a chance to rebuild that trust that you had in me."

That last sentence reminded me of what my father had said earlier. Now I was totally confused. On the one hand I wanted to kick her ass out into the street, on the other I had to admit that I still loved her and didn't want to lose her. I needed time to work things out and so did Megan.

"I can't forgive you," Megan's face fell as I said those words. "At least not now. I need time to think and to sort through my feelings. I really don't know what I want to do. If I had to decide now then you would be gone today so please don't press me for an answer."

The suggestion that there may be a chance for us was not lost on either of the women. 

"Ok let's both take a break and see what the future holds once we have had time to think things through. Let's not rush things," Megan clung to that thin thread of hope.

"I'll get some of my things and leave. There is one thing that I ask please let me see our children. Don't use them as a weapon to get back at me."

I shook my head, "How could you think I would do that? I would never use the kids against you. It would hurt them too much."

Megan's reply surprised me even more, "You have done a lot of things lately that I never thought that you were capable of. Not that you didn't have cause. I have seen a side of you that I never knew existed and I'm not sure I like it. I'm not blaming you, it is my fault that this side of you was allowed to come out."

The silence grew as we both had said all that we wanted. After a minute Megan and Sylvia rose and went upstairs to get her things leaving me to ponder her last few words.

When they returned Sylvia put the bags into her car while Megan came into the lounge.

"Jack, can't you please hold off on the divorce? At least until we see if we can't work things out?"

I shook my head, "No. I think it is best to keep going with it. The way solicitors are it will take about six months for it to become final so we will have time to make decisions about our future. If there is to be one? If not then it is best that we are free to move on as quickly as possible."

Megan accepted my words with sadness, "Yes I see what you mean. Ok then I'd better go."

As she turned to leave I called her back. "Megan if you want you can visit the kids every other weekend, and call them during the week."

"Thanks, I'll do that. Kiss them for me and tell them mummy loves them."

"I will."

With that she was gone.

To be continued...



Now It's My Turn Ch. 03



Edited by Willy B. Advice on the counseling by Writing Dragon the rest is mine. Like it or hate it the buck stops here.

Megan

Closing the door I made my way down to Sylvia's car, my eyes misting over despite my efforts to retain my composure. I just made it to the car before my tears started to flow. Opening the passenger side door I slid into the seat and slammed it shut in sheer frustration. 

Shaking myself, I willed the tears to stop and, with an effort, regained control. I was angry, BLOODY ANGRY. I was angry at Jack for not loving me enough to want to save our marriage. I was mad at Sylvia for starting me on this path. Mainly I was angry at myself for putting us in this position.

Not trusting myself to say anything I sat staring out of the window as Sylvia put the car into reverse and backed out of the drive. 

Once in the street she turned and asked, "Are you sure you want to go to your parent's place? You know you're more than welcome to crash at my place for as long as you want."

Shaking my head I hissed through pursed lips, "No I need space and time to sort through this mess. Most of all I need a neutral corner to retire to. I'm not giving up on our marriage even if Jack has. If I'm going to win back his trust I'll need to be able to prove to him that I haven't cheated on him again. He trusts mum and dad and if they tell him I haven't dated other men then he'll believe them."

I was hitting out at everyone and everything. I knew I was being unfair to Jack, he had every reason to give up on our marriage. If roles had been reversed I'm not sure that I wouldn't have done the same thing. Still it was a shock to know he hated me enough to want a divorce.

Mum and dad had no idea what had happened so when I arrived unannounced they were surprised. I gave them an abridged version of what had happened telling them I had been unfaithful and Jack was divorcing me. 

Dad was confused and wanted answers, "What happened? Why did you cheat on your marriage? I thought you loved Jack."

"Dad I do love him. I can't answer your questions because I don't really understand why myself. Please can we just leave it at that for now?"

Mum, as always, was the calming force in their marriage. "Not now Andrew, there will be time enough later. Can't you see how upset she is? Come on Megs we'll get your things into your old room then sort out a few things."

Taking one of the cases she led the way upstairs. Walking behind her I noticed how much difficulty she was having climbing the stairs.

"What's up Mum, you look as if you are in pain?"

She stopped at the top of the stairs to get her breath, putting the case down.

"Nothing that can't be explained by old age Megs. Your mum isn't getting any younger you know."

Putting my free arm around her shoulder I squeezed her close, "Just leave the bag there I'll get it after I drop this one in the room. Thanks for being here for me."

As I said the last part I felt her tense then relax, I knew she wasn't telling me everything. My own problems had sapped all my energy and I didn't have the strength to ask her about it. I filed it away to follow up later.

Once I had settled into my room I took stock of the past few months of my life. I didn't want to relive the horror of the past weeks but I needed to know why I had done what I had. It wasn't as simple as lust or a need for excitement, it was more but I didn't fully understand what.

It had all started that night at the club when Sylvia had told me she was seeing Steve. She had gone into detail of their lovemaking and kept telling me how great he was in bed. I had heard rumours and stories about Steve from some of the other women at the club and had to admit that I was curious. 

I wasn't a virgin when I met Jack but my experience was limited to two other guys both of whom had less experience than me. Jack had been my first steady lover and his patience and thoughtfulness in every aspect of our relationship had won my heart.

Where the other two boys had only wanted release, he wanted to please me, his own needs taking second place. Looking back now I realized that he had always put me and the kids ahead of himself. Up until this horror I had done the same for him, but I had let him down this time.

As the weeks went past and Sylvia told me more about Steve I began to wonder what it would be like to make love to another experienced man like him. 

I started to fantasize about Steve during sex with Jack. At first I felt guilty and tried to push it to the back of my mind, but it wouldn't go away. I rationalized that Jack couldn't know what I was thinking so it wouldn't hurt to have these fantasies and he was getting more sex so it was benefiting him. Gradually, without realizing it, my fantasy turned into an obsession which could only be assuaged by my fulfilling it. 

Of course I had confided all of this to Sylvia. After all, what are best friends for.

Sylvia's smirk told me what she was about to say, "Megan you should go for it. What Jack doesn't know can't hurt him and he won't know unless you are going to tell him. Besides he owes you this after everything you have given up for him and the kids."

It was pure bullshit but it was what I wanted to hear so it all made sense. I hadn't realized that she was setting me up so that she could seduce Jack. 

In retrospect I could see what it was all about. She was still trying to get back at that bastard of a husband who had dumped her for a younger model. To her, all men were there only to be used then tossed aside the way she had been used and tossed aside. If I had only known this then I might have been able to stop things before they got out of hand. 

The plan was the simplest part of all. I had been watching some reruns of an old TV series where they convinced a guy that he had to do something illegal because they had his daughter. It was all in his head because his daughter was safe at home.

I remember thinking that if Jack thought he was going to lose me then he would do anything to save our marriage, including letting me fuck someone else. That was it, the plan was in place. I talked about it with Sylvia and she suggested that she try to get Jack into bed with her. That hadn't worked so we decided that all he had to do was think that he had cheated.

I have to admit, the thought of him having sex with Sylvia made me jealous and I almost gave up but the fantasy had too strong a hold on me.

The thought of what I was about to do, the wrongness of it and the excitement of the plotting and scheming had me in a near sexual frenzy the last two weeks before the party. I was afraid that Jack would start asking questions about why I wanted to screw all the time. I needn't have worried, he was his normal trusting, caring self.

When he came home that morning after the party, his face a mask of pain I couldn't look at him. It hit me how much I was hurting him and that there was worse to come. I wanted to stop it all there but I couldn't tell him, instead I went through with the deceit. 

To be honest the sex with Steve was disappointing. It was like being back in school with my two boyfriends. Sex with Steve was all about him pleasing him, I took second place. I did get off twice but it still left me with a feeling of emptiness and of being unfulfilled. It took me a while to understand why. 

Steve was on an ego trip and tried to make Jack out to be some sort of a wimp. At first I went along with it but his attitude grated and eventually I couldn't take it any more.

"Steve," I yelled at him. "We both know that Jack had no say in this and that doesn't make him a wimp. He thinks he is saving our marriage, what we are doing is hurting him. If you want to continue lay off the comments about my husband."

Steve blinked in shock then mumbled an apology. We continued, but the fun had gone out of the whole thing. 

Later that night I awoke to an empty bed, Steve had dressed and left without saying thanks or goodbye. I felt like a whore. Had he left some money on the bedside table? Looking back it was nothing more than I deserved but at the time it made me feel used.


I needed to take a shower and afterwards decided to talk to Jack and tell him that was it and we could get back to normal again. He wasn't there and I panicked. I thought he had left me but his clothes and things were still there in the closet. I called his cell phone but it was switched off so I rang Sylvia just to talk. Her advice was to keep it going for a few more days otherwise he might be suspicious. 

Like a lamb to the slaughter I allowed myself to be led further into this disaster. Then that Friday when it all came to a crashing end, he knew everything. The divorce papers and his wedding band, these were the surprises he had planned. And Mary of course. Mary, my competition for Jack, it seemed that she had finally won. 

I wanted to blame Sylvia, Steve , Jack anyone other than me but I couldn't. This was my fault, I had brought it on myself and only I could fix it. Was it fixable? I didn't know but I was going to do my best to turn things around.

During that long night I came to several major decisions. The first being that Sylvia and I had come to a parting of the ways. We had been friends for a long time but real friends didn't do this. I had been there for her and supported her through some bad times and she had always been there for me but after this I had to question her friendship. 

It wasn't all her fault I had allowed it to happen. I'd gone into it with my eyes mostly open. Still she hadn't held up her end of the friendship and so it was best we each went our own way. 

I tried to call Sylvia to let her know that our friendship was over but couldn't contact her. She didn't answer her phone, her cell phone was switched off and she had taken leave from her work. After two weeks I gave up.

A few weeks later I had another surprise, this one almost as unpleasant. Steve had managed to track me down and showed up at my parent's place one Saturday afternoon asking for me. Mum answered the door. Not knowing who he was she called me. When I saw him my whole body shook with anger. My mother told me later that I went as white as a ghost.

"What do you want?" my voice trembling with the rage I felt. 

"I heard that he kicked you out, my bitch of a wife did the same to me. I thought that if you didn't have anything else on," his voice took on a suggestive tone, " we might get together. If you know what I mean?"

The smirk on his face brought back memories of that night, none of them good.

"Steve I have no interest in seeing you ever again. If you were the last man alive on earth I would put as many miles as I could between us. Now I am asking you nicely to leave and never contact me again."

His face clouded over and his expression changed from fun to fury, "You cheap, stuck up slut. You got me into this mess and now you're too good to fuck me. You haven't heard the last of this. I'll make sure every one at the club hears about how easy you are." His voice trailed off before he completed what he had been about to say.

"You heard what my daughter said, now go. If you follow through on your threat then you will have me to deal with."

Turning I saw Dad standing behind me in his police uniform, his right hand resting on his holstered pistol.

Steve blanched then turned and almost ran down the path to his car.

"Dad you didn't have to do that I could have handled him."

He smiled, "I know, but I wanted him to realize that when he took on you he had the family to deal with."

"Thanks Dad, for everything."

"Now don't go getting all teary on me, the tears will stain the uniform and the guys at the station will give me hell. Speaking of which, I have to go. See you in the morning Megs. If that bastard comes back call and I'll have a car here in no time."

Over the next few months my life was simple. Work, home and visit the kids every second Sunday. On the days that I visited the kids Jack would make himself scarce in the workshop or lock himself in the den. He was avoiding having any contact with me and I couldn't blame him.

Ten weeks into the separation and I hadn't spoken to Jack since that first Sunday. How could I make things right if he wouldn't see me? I was desperate, my marriage was slipping away and I was powerless to stop it. Desperate times call for desperate measures and when an opportunity presented itself I grabbed at it with both hands.

I arrived home from work one Tuesday evening to find mum laying on the kitchen floor in agony. Her back and right hip had been paining her for months but she hadn't wanted to tell anyone, now it had finally reached a point where she couldn't keep it hidden.

I rushed over to her, "Mum what happened? Oh my god! Did you fall? What is it?"

Through gritted teeth she managed to answer, "Just help me up and onto the sofa Megs. Then I think you had better call an ambulance and Dad."

Worried as hell I managed to get her comfortable and called our doctor who arranged an ambulance to get her to the hospital. He was going to meet us there. Mum had never been one to admit she was ill so I was really concerned it must be serious. 

I should have made her tell me that day I arrived, another thing to add to my growing pile of guilt.

We spent the next twenty minutes talking while we waited for my father and the ambulance. 

"Mum why didn't you tell us about this? Do you know what's wrong? How long have you been like this?"

She held up her hand to slow me down, "Just slow down a bit girl and give me a chance to answer your questions. How long, about four or five months. I don't know what is wrong I just thought it was old age catching up on me. I've been taking pain killers but they haven't been working these last few weeks. I couldn't tell you, you have your own problems and you know what a worrywart your dad is so I couldn't tell him. Besides it's probably nothing."

Mum grimaced with pain and I fluffed a pillow and helped her move into a more comfortable position.

"Well this is a hell of a way to find out Mum. It would have been easier all around if you had told us. Now just lie still until the ambulance arrives."

Dad and the ambulance arrived almost together. I explained the best I could to dad whilst the medics treated mum and readied her for transport.

As they loaded her onto the gurney dad leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"Don't you worry now I'll be there for you." His voice caught, "I'll always be there for you."

Mum winked at him through the pain, "I know my love and I'll be there for you."

The hospital was 30 minutes away through the busiest part of town but we made it in 23 minutes. Each intersection had a police car holding back the traffic as we approached. Dad told me later that almost every car the station had was used. He is one of the most respected sergeants in the station. Once the others found out, via my phone call to him, that his wife was being transported they had pulled out all stops for him. I had this vision of Moses parting the Red Sea, you think of the weirdest thinks when you're under stress. 

Over the next few days she underwent a whole battery of tests all of which involved her being poked, prodded and taking blood. Each one adding to her discomfort and our anguish. On Friday I visited finding her very quiet. 

"Hi Mum what's up? Did you get some bad news?"

My mother, evasive as always turned the conversation away from her ailments. "You know Megs your dad and I haven't seen the kids since you and Jack separated. Do you think you could talk him into letting them visit us sometime soon?"

"Not unless you are willing to tell me what's wrong."

With a resigned shrug she surrendered, "OK. Well it seems that I have some sort of growth on my spine and hip."

Mum grasped my hand in hers and I realized how frail she had become. 

"The doctors won't know until they operate whether they are benign or aggressive. Either way when they remove them there is a big chance that it will affect the nerves and I will be partially paralyzed. They can't say how much I'll be affected at this stage."

"Does dad know?"

"Yes, and he's taking it very badly, he blames himself for not knowing earlier and making me see a doctor. God knows it's not his fault but he won't listen. He's gone for a walk to calm down."

"Don't worry about him Mum I'll look after him till you get better. Now rest and I'll go look for him. I'm sure Jack will let the kids come visit you, I'll ask him as soon as I can." Kissing her on the cheek I walked to the door looking back to see her almost swallowed in that big hospital bed. The pale blue blanket highlighting the washed out look of her face.

As I searched for dad I knew that he was blaming himself, but how much of this was my fault. I'd destroyed my marriage and then brought my problems home to my parents. The stress must have had some thing to do with her condition. Well if she wanted to see the kids I would just have to get Jack to agree to bring them to see her.

I couldn't find Dad so I rang home and left him a message then headed over to Jack's place. It was late when I got there but the lights were on and music was coming from the lounge. Knocking I waited for him to come to the door. This always seemed so weird to me knocking on my own door. Of course it wasn't my door any more but it still seemed strange.

The door opened to reveal Kelli the young girl from two houses down who babysat the kids for us. Her surprise at seeing me was obvious in her voice, "Hi Mrs. Wright what do.. I mean how can I help you? The kids are in bed asleep." She didn't know how to react, should she let me in or not.

"Hi Kelli, I'm here to see Jack, Mr. Wright."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Wright he's not here he's on a ..ah he had to go out."

It didn't take a genius to see what she was embarrassed to tell me. Jack had gone out on a date.

First the news from mum and now this, it was all too much and I turned and ran, not wanting Kelli to see me crying.

I don't know how I made it home that night. Blinded by tears I had a number of near misses. Not that I cared, I almost wished that I could die. The pain was so intense I just wanted to curl up in a small ball and hide from the world.

For the next few days I alternated between anger and self pity. I cried myself to sleep night after night, always with the same questions on my lips. Why had he done this? How could he do this to me?

During the day I put on a brave face for mum and dad, though I doubt they would have noticed as they had enough to worry about. It was always the nights that were the worst. When I was finally alone in my room I had time to think, to remember. 

One night I woke from a nightmare where I was reliving that night in the restaurant and Jack had just walked out with Mary. In my dream he had kept repeating to me, "You hurt me so much it's like you've ripped my heart out."

It was then I realized that the pain I was feeling was the same pain I had put him through. I came as a shock for me to finally understand how much I had really hurt him. Up till that point I hadn't really understood, now I did. I understood now only because I could feel it myself. No wonder he didn't want anything to do with me.

The next day, Thursday, I took off from work a little early so that I could beat him home. I wanted to be waiting for him when he arrived.

He was a little surprised to see me sitting on his porch when he and the kids arrived home. Amber and Jack junior ran and jumped into my arms as soon as the got out of the car. Jack was less happy to see me.

"Mummy, Mummy what are you doing here, are you coming home? Please say you're coming home."

"Hi kids, no I'm not coming home, at least not just yet. I have to talk to your dad so off to your rooms and I'll see you in a few minutes." I looked at Jack for confirmation.




Now It's My Turn Ch. 03



"Yes kids you have to wash up, Amber you can help Jack junior. Your mum and I will be in the lounge if you need us. Megan you'd better come in."

The kids ran in ahead, Jack junior sternly telling Amber that he was big enough to wash up and he didn't want her help. They were growing up fast and I was missing an important part of that process. 

Once settled on the sofa I had a flash back to that fateful Sunday and started to shiver. 

Jack's stern voice brought me back to the present, "Well Megan what do you want to see me about?"

Forcing my voice to remain firm I answered him, "Jack there are a couple of things. The first is that my mum is in hospital, she's just had surgery on her back and hip and she wanted to see the kids. I promised that I would ask you if they can visit her in hospital."

Jack's indifference changed to concern, "What's wrong with your mum? Is she ok? What sort of surgery? Why didn't you let me know earlier? Of course she can see the kids. What happened between us doesn't change how I feel about your parents, you know I have always liked them."

I gave him a quick run down on mum and what had happened. Half way through he excused himself and went to check on the kids, returning to tell me they were happily playing some new video game he had bought them.

He could see how upset I was and took pity on me.

"You look like you could use a coffee, hang on and I'll get us both some, I know I could use one too."

Returning with two cups he sat down opposite me and I noticed he'd discarded his tie.

"You said there were two things you wanted to talk about?"

"Yes there are. Jack I know now how much I have hurt you, I finally got it into my thick head what you must have gone through. It took me finding out that you were dating to make me feel what you must have felt. The thought of you with another woman was the last thing I wanted to know about. I just wanted to die."

Pausing to sip my coffee I collected my thoughts then continued, "You asked why I didn't let you know earlier, well I was going to. I came over to see you but you were out on a date. Kelli told me. Don't blame her it wasn't her fault, she let it slip. Once I got over feeling sorry for myself it hit me what I was going through must have been what I put you through."

Jack was watching me intently, unsure of where I was going with this.

"Jack I have told you that I still love you and that what I did was a big mistake. Well now I realize that it was more than that. It was a stupid self-indulgent act that lost me the one person that meant the world to me. I have no excuses for what I did, I'm not even sure that I really understand why I did it. I do know that I owe you an apology for everything I put you through. I am truly sorry. I know it won't make up for what I did but I am so sorry. I never thought that you would be so hurt. I guess I just didn't think things through."

Jack wasn't sure if he should believe me or not. My cheating had made him suspicious and he wasn't yet ready to believe me let alone trust me. 

"Is this another of yours and Sylvia's plots to get back into my good books?" Uncertainty was present in every word.

"No I haven't spoken to or seen Sylvia since that Sunday we came here. She seems to have dropped out of sight. I did try to call her to tell her that our friendship was over but I haven't been able to contact her. I don't blame you for being suspicious but what I just said is straight from my heart."

"Megan you can't just expect to come here and tell me you're sorry and everything will be ok. My forgiveness can't be bought that cheaply. If you are trying to make me feel guilty it won't work. As far as I am concerned you cancelled out our vows of fidelity when you screwed Steve. Yes I have dated other women, however I don't count that as cheating so I have nothing to feel guilty about."

My resolve wasn't shaken and I surprised myself with how calm I was. Accepting the truth about what I had done gave me back some self control and a modicum of self respect. 

"Jack I'm not asking for your forgiveness, at least not now. I don't think I have earned it yet. I am upset that you are dating but I agree that you are free to do what you want. I lost any right I had to your being mine exclusively. I can't give up on trying to win you back and all I ask is that you don't lock me out entirely. Please give me a chance to prove to you that I mean what I say. To try and earn back the right to your forgiveness."

Jack sat in silence staring at the floor. His head shook slowly from side to side while his strong right hand rubbed his stubble covered chin. The turmoil he was going through was clearly written on his face. I gave him the time he needed, there was nothing else I could do for the moment.

Jack coughed to clear his throat, a habit he had picked up from his father. 

"Megan I just don't know. I want more than anything for us to be a family again like we were before, but I know we can't. I want to forgive you but the memory of what you did won't let me. I want to trust you again, but how can I?"

Jack stood and his body language told me our meeting was over.

"I'm going to get dinner ready for the kids, if you want you can talk to them while I prepare it. You're welcome to stay and eat with us if you want, I know the kids would love to have you."

I did stay, and talk around the table that night was all about my mum and how she was. The kids were sad that she was ill but happy they were going to see her. Being young they couldn't understand how serious it might be. Jack was concerned about how my father was and asked me to tell him that they were always welcome in his home.

"Tell your parents that Amber and Jack junior are their grandkids and I won't deny them access to see each other."

It was almost like being a family again, we ate, then I helped clean up and tucked the kids into bed.

Once we were back downstairs again I started to gather my things. Jack just looked on. I wanted him to ask me to stay, but I knew he wouldn't. Even if he wanted me to he couldn't.

He saw me to the door, and in his soft quiet voice said, "Tell your parents that I am thinking of them and they are in my prayers. I know your mum is going to be ok, she's a strong lady and will fight this. I'll take the kids to see her tomorrow if that's ok."

"Yes of course it is. She wants to see them so much, so does dad."

Opening the door to leave I turned on impulse and kissed him softly on the cheek. For the first time since we had split he didn't turn from me or cringe at my touch. He accepted my kiss but didn't return it. At least he hadn't rejected me totally, that was something.

I had almost made it to my car when he called to me, "Megan, I enjoyed tonight and I know the kids did, Thanks for staying."

A small ray of hope lit up my dark world. Like the first ray of sunshine after a storm it gave me hope of better things to come. I was realistic enough to know that like after a storm there was a lot of cleaning up to do before things got better. I was willing to do what was necessary.

True to his word Jack took the kids in to see mum not just once but every day she was in hospital. They talked about happier times and the future but never about the separation. It was almost like there was an unspoken agreement that this subject was taboo until mum was back on her feet. We all knew we would have to face it eventually.

Once mum was home I left work and stayed home with her. I divided my time between looking after her and visiting the kids. Once or twice a week Jack would bring the kids over to see us. Saturdays I would spend the day with them while Dad looked after Mum. 

As spring changed to summer our gatherings became more frequent and went from just dinner to family barbeques. For hours at a stretch I could forget we were no longer a family as we played together. The down side was that Jack was still dating and wasn't trying to hide it.

"Megan we have to talk."

We were sitting in my parent's backyard watching the kids play around mum, while dad cooked on the barbeque.

A sudden apprehension gripped me. Was this it? Was he about to tell me that we were through, he had found someone else? Our divorce was progressing and I expected to receive the final papers any day now.

"Ok Jack, lets go inside. I'll ask dad to keep the kids out here and not to disturb us."

Once inside we sat at the kitchen table. I had fully expected him to sit opposite me but instead he took a seat beside me. Thoughtfully he sipped his beer while I toyed with my wine.

"Megan this isn't working for me. I need some sort of resolve but it isn't happening. You know I'm dating but that isn't working either. I can't settle or enjoy myself. Sometimes I make a date then ring and cancel, other times I go but just have dinner then take her home. I seldom have a date that goes full time."

Hearing those words made my heart leap in my chest. I reached over and placed a hand on his. Instead of pulling away he placed his other hand on top of mine, holding it in place.

Jack smiled a thin smile then continued, "Megan for the last month I have been seeing a counselor to help get me through this. Dave and Betty have been a great help and they recommended that I get professional help. She, the counselor, has been able to ease some of my worries but I've reached a point where I need more. She suggested that joint counseling might provide me with some of the answers that I need."

I jumped at the chance, eagerly I responded, "Of course I'll go see her with you."

"Don't be so quick to answer, it may not be what you think. It's possible that the closure I get allows me to move on, away from you. With our divorce coming soon I need answers and this is the best way for me to get them, but they may not be the answers you want."

I gave him a reassuring smile though it was far from what I really felt.

"I know but it's what you need, it's the least I can do. I'm willing to take that chance. Who knows it may work out for us. I'm willing to give it a go. Now we should be getting back to the kids."

Smiling he nodded. Rising I followed him from the kitchen, away from the sadness.

For the next three months we attended therapy. Sometimes together, sometimes individually. This was meant to be about Jack getting closure but it worked equally as well for me. As I answered his questions I was finding answers of my own, answers that let me see why I had done this. The answers did not make me any happier but at least I now knew why. So did Jack.

Our life together had become plain, clean almost sterile. The excitement and naughtiness of youth had been replaced with predictable behaviour. It seems that I had wanted to replace some of that sterility with a little dirty action. Unfortunately instead of getting my husband to agree I had followed bad advice and listened to Sylvia.

The counselor pointed out that this wasn't unusual in marriage as evidenced by what was referred to as the 'Seven Year Itch'. She also convinced Jack and I to try to work through it. 

"Guys I have sat here and listened to both of you, and there is one thing I am sure of, you both still love each other. Megan you know this, Jack you know it but need to accept it. I'm not saying it will be easy but it will be easier than going through with a divorce you will both regret."

She paused to let what she had said sink in, then continued, "Jack when you came here first you were a mess. I watched you floundering in self pity and despair. Now look at you. You're still angry but at the same time you are happier in yourself. What or who do you think is responsible for that?"

Not giving him time to respond the counselor laid it out for him, "You miss being a part of a full family group. These family gatherings and barbeques have given you back part of what you lost. If that can have such a profound effect on you then imagine what it will be like if you can get the whole thing back. Then again, imagine what it would be like if you go on with the divorce and lose the happiness you have rediscovered."

Jack agreed and put a temporary hold on the divorce until we had time to sort through the issues. If things didn't work out then we could still sign them and it would be all over.

She was right it wasn't easy. It took a further six months of talk and anger. Jack would listen then vent his anger or worse just get up and leave. What gave me hope was that he always came back. He never apologized for his outbursts, expecting me to accept them as part of my penance. 

Then one day he and the kids disappeared. It was after a particularly bad session during which he got up and left. They were gone for over a week and I was becoming desperate. Dad had tried to find them through his work with the police but to no avail.

I even called his parents but they either didn't know or weren't telling me. They were polite but distant and so I didn't push, just asking that if they heard from him to let me know he was ok. They agreed but I had my doubts they would do it.

Jack had missed two sessions with the counselor so imagine my surprise when I turned up for our regular meeting to see him sitting, waiting for me. As I entered he rose and came towards me, taking my hand he kissed me. A small kiss, not on the cheek but on the lips. He was different, almost his old self, confident and assured.

Confused I sat and listened taking little part in the session. Jack did most of the talking telling us where he had been and why.

"I was mad as hell after that last session. I decided I couldn't continue and needed to get away. I rang work the next day and arranged for some emergency leave then took off with the kids. We ended up in the mountains camping, fishing and walking. The kids had a ball and it gave me the space I needed to think. Megan I hate what you did to me but I also love you. The kids and I miss having you at home with us. Sheila," he addressed the counselor. "You are right, divorce isn't the answer. Not for us at this stage."

He paused and looked into my eyes, searching for what I don't know. "Megan I'm ready to give us a second chance. I know this may not be quite what you want but it is the best I can offer for now. I want you to move back home, into the spare room. We need to see if we can live together and get over this before we make a full commitment."

Sheila beat me by a split second, "Jack are you sure you are ready for this? We have come a long way but there is still a long way to go. This may be a bit premature."

"I'm sure, I need to get on and this is the best way to do it. I only hope that Megan feels the same. There are some conditions attached to this offer. First Megan must get a check up from her doctor for STD's. Secondly, if you ever cheat or lie again then we are through, no more chances. I couldn't go through this a second time."

"Yes Jack. It isn't what I wanted but it is a step in the right direction. Before I agree though I need to know why the sudden change."

"As I said I had time to think up in the mountains. I thought about life with you and without you. When I thought about you I was happy, when I considered life without you I was depressed, sad and lonely. One day I was sitting on the banks of a stream fishing with the kids. Amber caught a small trout and was so excited, jumping up and down she almost slipped into the water. I grabbed her and it flashed through my mind what if I hadn't and she had drowned, she wouldn't have had any time with you. I started to cry and the kids comforted me. Amber said what we had all been thinking. 'I wish mummy was here'. I told her so do I baby so do I. And it was true I really did wish you were there with us."

Jack turned to me and said the words I had longed to hear, "Megan I do love you, I can't forget but I think that I have reached a point where I can forgive. I ask one thing, that you are always honest with me from now on. Talk to me and tell me what you want. If you can do that then I think we can get over this."

I was so overcome with emotion I could hardly answer. Just when I thought I had finally lost him I had the second chance I had begged for.

"Yes Jack I can do that. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

Jack shook his head, "No that is the worst thing you could do. That would only make me remember. I want a partner in life not a subservient slave who only wants to make me happy."

I moved back home the following weekend. We had our ups and downs but they were only minor hiccups compared to what we had been through. It was almost four months after I had moved back home before I was welcomed into Jack's bed. Our first sex was desperate and far from the love making I craved, but it helped to put some of our fears to rest. Gradually over the coming weeks we returned to the gentle love making I remembered and wanted so badly. 

The night it happened was almost like our first time. We'd been sitting together on the sofa watching some soppy old movie. Jack's arm had found its way around my shoulder and I had snuggled into him, my head resting on his chest. As the movie ended I had tears silently running down my cheeks. He kissed them away then kissed me gently on each cheek. We looked into each other's eyes then gripped with a passion we hadn't felt for a long time we kissed as if there would be no tomorrow. Our tongues dueled with each other and our hands explored the other's body. Buttons popped as clothes were discarded while we were still connected at the lips.

Jack's hands were gentle but firm as he explored my breasts, tweaking each nipple in turn. Slowly he moved his mouth down my neck nibbling his way to my ear then over my shoulder. Each nip sent electric shocks through my body to concentrate in my pussy. By the time he got to my breasts my panties were soaked and I was ready for him. He was ready too, I could feel his hardness pushing against my leg through his pants. I wanted him inside me but he had other ideas and wasn't about to be rushed. I knew then that this was to be a special night, one we would remember for a long time.

He must have spent twenty minutes licking and sucking my breasts, bringing me to a near climax but never letting me quite make it. Finally when he had teased me enough he moved further south kissing his way down my stomach but avoiding my pussy. He proceeded to kiss and fondle my legs and thighs focusing on my inner thighs and behind my knees which are especially sensitive. Moving his mouth to my pussy he still withheld direct contact. Instead parting my legs he gave himself complete access opening up my inner self. He proceeded to blow small puffs of air directly onto the sensitive inner lips and around my clit. The feeling was exquisite. At that point I felt my first small orgasm ripple through my body, my gasps and whimpers giving Jack the signal he had waited for. Wrapping my fingers in his hair I tried in vain to pull him into me. I wanted that contact so badly. 

Taking a break he moved back to my knees but this time he alternated his kisses with small tentative licks working his way back to my pussy. By now I was leaking so badly I could feel it running down my butt cheeks. 

My whimpers and gasps only seemed to make him go even slower.

At last he reached my pussy and dove straight in licking and sucking each lip then forcing his tongue deep into my secret place. I was still feeling the effects of my first orgasm while building quickly towards another more intense feeling. That was all I needed to take me over and my head filled with a blinding flash of exquisite pain as I erupted, filling his mouth with my juices. Jack still hadn't finished with me as he moved to my clit and licked and sucked me again. I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to continue. I didn't know what I wanted and it didn't matter, I was in his hands. My last conscious though was one of total bliss and happiness. I had my Jack back.




Now It's My Turn Ch. 03



Awakening from what the French call 'Le Petit Mort' the little death, I was aware of Jack again holding me as he waited for me to rejoin him. I sensed rather than saw that he had somehow removed his pants and was now as naked as I. 

Lowering my head I sucked him into my mouth. This blowjob was his reward and I did everything to make it the best I had ever given. I employed every technique I had learnt or heard of. Licking the head and pushing the tip of my tongue into the slit. Twisting my wrists as I massaged the length of his cock. Taking it far into my mouth and throat then sucking firmly, drawing him into me. 

I worked his dick like a musician works a trumpet, making something beautiful. Time and again I took him to the edge and just as he was ready I would press my thumb against the underside of his cock stopping him from erupting. Building up the pleasure for him until neither of us could take it any longer. Pulling my mouth away I whispered, "Fuck me now Jack I want you in me now."

Twisting my body round I got on all fours ready to accept him from behind. I felt him slip easily into my wet and willing pussy. I knew he wouldn't last long but it didn't matter I was ready too. It was long enough, as he shot his load into me it triggered my biggest orgasm of the night and we collapsed into each others arms.

That night laying in his arms Jack completed our recovery. "Megan, this sneaking to and fro between bedrooms, dodging the kids is not for us. Why don't you move your things back into the master bedroom?"

From that point on we returned to being a family, one I would never again risk losing. There was one loose end I had to tie up and that was taken care of a couple months after I again took my place in our bedroom.

We heard the car turn into the drive and Jack call as he entered our home.

"Hi Jack I'm in the kitchen. We have a guest for dinner, I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not, who is……….," his voice trailed off in disbelief as he saw Mary and me sitting over coffee.

"Hi Mary. What?" He was lost for words. I decided that I had teased him enough.

"After you told me what Mary had said I knew I had to thank her. I know we had never been friends but I owed her for helping get you back."

Mary took over, "Megan came and visited me one afternoon and we went out for coffee and a chat. We have been meeting once a week for the last month getting to know each other as well as talking about you."

I took up the tale, "We have become good friends as we both have something in common. YOU. God knows I need a friend who I can rely on. I asked Mary to dinner so we could both tell you together. I wanted you to know and I hope you are ok with it."

"Yes of course I am but it is a bit of a shock. I think I need a drink, something stronger than coffee."

"Well you may need more than one, I have another surprise for you. I know I should tell you this in private but I can't wait. We are going to have a new addition to the family, I'm pregnant. It must have been the first week we had sex. I'd gone back onto the pill but it takes time to kick in. I hope you're not upset about this."

"Upset, hell no I'm ecstatic, you know I have always wanted a big family."

Jack took me in his arms and kissed me, then remembering our guest he put me down.

"Sorry Mary but it isn't everyday your told your going to be a dad again."

And so our life continued. 

I can hear some of you asking what about my mum, what about Sylvia.

Mum made a full recovery. She was in a wheelchair for about a year but fought back and now is able to walk again. She tires easily and has a permanent stiffness in one leg but still that is better than what could have been.

Jack's parents took a long time to forgive me and I still feel they are watching, waiting for me to slip again. That will never happen.

I heard from Sylvia years later. She had slipped into a deep depression over what she had done. During one bad bout she needed a shoulder to cry on so she called her sister for advice. Concerned for her safety her sister had come and taken her to live with her. Sylvia had undergone therapy for years before she could move on. 

Eventually she did meet and marry a man and now is able to put the ghosts of her first marriage to rest. 

While we are no longer friends she calls me every year on my birthday and each call ends with her apologizing for what she did. It seems she needs this so that she can forgive herself. Each time she calls I tell Jack and each time his response is the same. "THAT BITCH." Jack is a caring, giving man, but there are some things that are beyond even him to forgive. He will never be able to forgive her.

The end