64 comments/ 126956 views/ 24 favorites Fifty Pound Friend By: Britease Another 'loving wives' story with little actual live sex. No errant wives were actually physically harmed in the making of this story. Be warned ---- It has a happy ending -------- for some. I enjoyed writing it, and hope you enjoy reading it. Pray continue! ++++++++++ If I'd have known how it was all going to turn out, then maybe I wouldn't have got so upset. Then again, being a normal sort of guy, with normal reactions, I damn well think I would have done anyway! -------------------- "Hi Neil," I called to the guy sat at the bar. "Don't see you in here very often." "Oh Hi there Rich," he replied somewhat sullenly. "I don't go to pubs all that often, but tonight's an exception." He didn't look too happy, but then, it really wasn't much of a pub. So! What should I to say. He didn't look happy at all. "What's up mate?" I asked him carefully. Neil wasn't actually a good mate of mine or anything, and in fact except for the odd party etc. I hardly saw him at all. His wife Judy and my wife Corrine were however as thick as thieves, so I knew, or at least thought I knew, quite a lot about what went on in their lives. "It's alright Rich," he carried on miserably, hardly looking me in the eye. "I'm not blaming you for anything. It's not really your fault." Eh? What? My fault? I had no idea what he was on about. "What's not my fault Neil?" I asked tentatively, not wishing to upset him further. But instead of answering me he just sat there, rested his chin on the tightly held fists in front of him, and let out a long drawn out sigh. "Come on mate. What's up?" I was genuinely concerned about Neil who was normally the life and soul of any party, but also curious as to my involvement in his grief. "It's Judy of course," Neil told me. "Her and that bloody wife of yours'." That took me back. Corrine and I had been married for just over ten years, at that time, me being just the wrong side of forty and her, just the other. We were, it seemed to me, so suitably matched that we almost knew one another's thoughts. I can't say as I was too happy about some guy I hardly knew talk about my wife like that. "What the hell do you mean by making a remark like that," I said firmly, but keeping my temper in check. "Oh come on Rich," he scowled at me. "Don't play the innocent with me. You know damn well what's being going on." Something was going on??? What the hell was going on? What was he on about? "I don't know what you're talking about Neil," I told him, deliberately keeping my voice steady, realising quite how upset he was. "Oh no Rich," he just about spat at me. "And I don't suppose you know anything about the Golden Flower either." I just shook my head in denial. Never heard of the bloody place. Sounded like a Chinese restaurant or something. I hoped he'd go on, but to no avow, and slamming the remains of his pint down on the bar, he stood up, glowered at me, and stormed out of the pub without another word, leaving me standing there, my insides churning. "What was all that about then Rich?" asked Fred the landlord, walking over towards me. "Buggered if I know Fred," I replied. "You'd better give me a pint of best. I've obviously got some thinking to do." I sat there nursing my pint, wondering what it could all mean, and the one thing that kept coming to mind, was surely the least acceptable. But what were Judy and my wife up to that would upset Neil so much, and why the hell would he think that I knew all about it? And for Lord's sake, what did a Chinese restaurant have to do with it. No idea --- forget about it for the moment. I'd ask Judy herself when I saw her later. But I had a sinking feeling that it wasn't going to be that easy. "Ever heard of a Chinese called the Golden Flower?" I questioned Fred, but he couldn't help me, and had no more idea than I did. It was a very puzzled man that walked home that evening, wondering what on earth I was going to say to Corrine, with no idea where this bloody Chinese restaurant was, and wondering whether I'd get a truthful answer anyway. -------------- "Hi Honey. Have a good day at work?" Nothing odd there was there? I guess I'd half expected to get home and find her in tears or something. "So, so," I replied. "Stopped off for a pint at the Red Lion." "Good," she went on smiling at me. "You work hard enough and deserve a pint now and then." "Neil was in there," I mentioned as if it was just a passing comment, and I wasn't sure if I noticed her stiffen just a little. "He seemed a bit upset about something," I carried on, and this time I couldn't help but notice her face lose it's smile for a moment. "What about that order you were chasing Rich," Corrine asked, all too obviously trying to change the subject. "Any idea why he'd be so upset?" I asked, dragging the subject back. "No," Corrine replied looking away from me. "You were telling me about the order." "No I wasn't," I countered. "We were talking about Neil." Corrine looked at me unhappily, told me that she had no idea why Neil would be unhappy, turned, and disappeared upstairs without another word. Bugger it! What about my dinner? I guess that wasn't the most important thing on my mind at that moment. --------------- I chickened out! I knew it --- she knew it ----- and we didn't talk about it. I tried to pretend that nothing was wrong, and Corrine tried to pretend that everything was normal. What a mess! What a bloody awful week that was. I was in denial, and Corrine.....? Well I don't know. I didn't know then, and I don't really know now. I'm not sure why, but I looked up all the Chinese restaurants for miles around and couldn't find a single one with a name anything like the Golden Flower. I copped out of asking her, and I admit it. You may think different, but when the woman you love and adore seems to be hiding something from you, then all you want to do is hide yourself. Believe me --- That's the way it is, if you love her enough. -------------- "That Chinese place you were trying to find the other day Rich," Fred, the pub landlord asked me as I sat forlornly at his bar one evening a week or so later. "Did you ever find it?" "No Fred," I answered him. "Looked through the yellow pages and all, but there's nothing like it in the area." "Did you look in clubs and lounge bars?" he asked. I hadn't of course. "There's a place with that name in the centre of town," he informed me. "A bit classy maybe for the likes of you and me Rich," he joked. But apparently it is the place to be seen in by some." Well that sparked my interest as you can probably imagine. I had to know where it was. An hour later I found myself parked outside the place, all obscured lighting and subdued ambiance. Oh well! I half expected that I'd be refused entry, but they let me in no problem, even though I was hardly dressed for a night of wining and dining. But it was early! I found myself in what was apparently a 'bar lounge'! What was that? Well I hardly knew myself to be honest. But looking round I discovered that it was a fairly upscale club sort of place, with a bar, a small dance floor, some private booths and all. Just the sort of place that one might want to go to pick up women. Except there weren't any! "Bit early for the ladies," my apparently personal barman enlightened me. "They don't normally get in till after ten O'clock or so." "I can wait," I let him know. "Be worth your while," he expanded. I took a sip of my drink, and wondered what to say next. The decision wasn't too difficult. "Does a woman called Corrine Walters still get in here?" I asked, as casually as I was able. "There's a couple of Corrine's," he replied. "What does she look like?" "Blonde," I responded, trying to remain calm, even though my heart was pounding away like crazy. "About five foot four, nice legs, medium build, quite decent sized boobs." "Comes in with a redhead?" He queried. "Probably," I replied, shocked that I had hit pay dirt so quickly. Judy was indeed a redhead, and they weren't that common. I nodded my head in agreement. Even though I was boiling over, I was still trying to play it cool. "Yer," he carried on. "Comes in most Wednesday nights and sometimes during the week after work I suppose." "And what does she do when she's here," I asked. Damn it! To specific! Too direct! Too damn involved! "She a friend of yours or what?" the barman asked, backing off somewhat. "Just a friend," I confirmed, but I'd spooked him, and he wandered off to the other end of the bar. Damn it! It was a good ten minutes before he came back my way, and what a surprise, he wasn't quite so friendly. "Another beer please," I ordered, and passed over a ten pound note. "Keep the change." To say his eyes lit up would be an exaggeration, but without doubt I had his undivided attention. "This Corrine," I questioned him. "Just what does she get up to? What do her and her friend do when they are here?" We eyeballed one another for what seemed like an eternity, and eventually it was him that broke down. "Is she your girl friend or something mate," he asked. "What's the interest?" "My wife as it happens," I decided to tell him honestly. "And I want to know what she gets up to on her night out with her friend." He backed off yet again, but a fifty put on the bar, even though I kept my hand firmly on it, opened him up again. "She comes in with the redhead as I told you, and they dance a bit, chat a bit," he informed me. "The normal sort of thing?" "The normal sort of things married women do in a place like this?" I pushed him. "A lot of them are married," he conceded. "They flirt just as much as the single girls, and sometimes even more." "What about the two we are talking about?" "I would say ....." he said, hesitating before he went on. "I would say that they're not much different from the others." "So they flirt with the guys here do they?" "I guess you could call it flirting," he admitted, his eyes falling to the fifty quid note still under my hand. "And how far does this flirting go then?" At this, he simply shrugged his shoulders and gave me a blank stare. I slid the note a little further up the bar, but kept my hand firmly upon it. I didn't need to say anything else to encourage him. "There's a lot of messing about goes on," he relented. "You know ---- touchy feely stuff. It happens all the time in a place like this." "So what does that mean," I pressed him, my insides knotting up. "They feel up her ass?" He shrugged his shoulders and I assumed that meant yes. "How about her tits?" "Wouldn't be surprised," the barman agreed. "They get up to all sorts once they've had a few drinks and get out on the dance floor." "What else?" That was the question, wasn't it, and he remained silent, again eyeing up the fifty that I still kept imprisoned under my hand. Sliding it over to him, I released it. "Well?" It was the ultimate question. "Some of the girls go outside with the men," he admitted. "I'm not saying those two do mind you, but I don't exactly keep tabs on what all my customers get up to. I've never seen them actually leave with any guys, but as I said ........." He left the rest unsaid, for me to read as I would. ------------------- I pressed the barman further but he wouldn't tell me more, and to be honest the information I already had made a further investment a waste of time. I went home. Was it still home? Yes, but not like it had been before, and not like it would ever be again quite likely. "Hi honey," Corrine greeted me as I walked in the door. "You're late. You been working overtime?" "No," I answered her as casually as I could. "Popped in at the pub, and had a pint more than normal." "That's OK darling," she told me, smiling and walking over towards me; holding out her arms to me to give her a welcoming cuddle. Was this all a coincidence, or had her sudden mood change have anything to do with my movements that night? I couldn't believe that the barman had rung her to warn her. Then again, I still couldn't believe that it was my wife that he'd been talking about. None the less, I took her in my arms and wondered not for the first time, at just how wonderful her firm breasts felt crushed against my chest. Then I remembered that there were apparently plenty of other men who had enjoyed that feeling recently, and the magic of the moment was snuffed out. I wasn't ready to have it out with her yet, thinking that I needed a little bit more evidence. After all, he hadn't actually told me that she'd gone off on her own with other men, but then he hadn't exactly said that she hadn't. Still --- didn't mean I couldn't rock her boat a little did it, "Find out anything about why Neil was upset the other night Corrine?" I asked, still holding onto her so she couldn't escape. "No idea at all," she came back, almost too quickly, as if she had been planning her response. "Why should I know?" "Well Judy's your friend," I reminded her. "You go out for a drink with her every Wednesday. I thought she might have mentioned something." Corrine made an effort to pull away from me, but I held on tightly, not letting her get away, and not letting her avoid my questioning. "She hasn't said anything to me," Corrine replied shortly. "Judy hasn't been messing around behind Neil's back or anything has she?" That was upping the ante somewhat. "How would I know?" Corrine shot back, trying to wriggle out of my clutches. "Well you go out with her on Wednesday nights and you never get home till late. I just thought that you might have noticed her messing around with some guy or other." "Of course I haven't Rich," she blurted out. "Why are you asking me questions like this?" "So you're sure that Judy isn't fucking about behind Neil's back on Wednesday nights then," I pressurised her even further. "You're sure about that?" "Get off me," Corrine cried out, at last managing to push me away. "Stop treating me like this. I haven't done anything wrong." "I didn't accuse you of doing anything wrong Corrine," I pointed out to her. "We were talking about Judy not you. Why would I think you have done something wrong?" The look on her face spoke a thousand words, and with her eyes misting up, she turned and fled into the kitchen. Damn it! It was true! Trouble was, I still wasn't sure what was true. --------------- Dinner that night was quiet as one could imagine. I didn't accuse her of anything and she volunteered nothing, and for the next few days we continued our unhappy existence as before. Wednesday night arrived and as usual, she got ready and went out with Judy. She wasn't dressed any different than normal. A pretty dress that wasn't too short and didn't show off too much, and a pair of unexceptional high heels. She looked nice. Very nice indeed --- Just how a husband might like his wife to be dressed when going out without him. "See you later Rich," she called to me. "I won't be too late tonight." I just nodded, and went back to reading my book, wondering what time 'not late' might be. She normally didn't get back in till well-gone midnight, by which time I was normally in bed. I determined to stay up late that night to see what time she really got in, and for that matter what state she would be in when she got home. OK, so Corrine caught me out. About ten-thirty I heard the front door opening, and in breezed my lovely wife, looking as fresh as a daisy. "Hi honey," she called to me. "I missed you, so I came home early." I stood and took her in my arms, and told her that I'd missed her for the last few weeks. That I'd missed the way we had always been together, and how close we'd been, and that it hadn't seemed the same for several months. Corrine cried in my arms and said she was sorry for neglecting me, promising that everything would be different from then on. That night we made wonderful love together. It was the first time for some little time. ---------------- So! Where did that leave us? I was pretty sure that over a period of several months my wife had been messing around behind my back. I was by no means sure that she had actually gone very far with any other men, and to be honest I thought that she probably hadn't. I didn't know for sure, but that was what I thought. But there was no doubt that she had been acting like a single girl; flirting necking and probably letting other men feel her up. Touching her tits and probably letting them get their hands inside her tops, and for all I knew even inside her knickers, though that was less likely. Now don't get me wrong here. I'm not saying I was happy about this at all, and in fact deep down inside I was fuming. But she'd had a close shave and she knew it. I really didn't want to end our otherwise wonderful marriage if I didn't have to, so maybe I could turn a blind eye to what she had done, as long as it was over. And it did seem to be over! For the next five or six weeks our marriage went back to being like it had in the early stages. Little smiles, little touches, and lots and lots of loving. The two girls still had their night out together just as before, but they were always in before eleven. So ---- Story over you might think. Not a perfect story maybe, but with a bit of effort on my side especially, one with a happy ending. Of course not ----- I really should have known better. ---------------- Around the seventh week of our idyllic marriage recovery, Corrine kissed me as she went out to meet Judy for their night out. "Hope you don't mind honey," she smiled at me. "We might be a little later than normal. It's one of the other girl's birthday." "That's OK," I confirmed smiling back at her. "Have a good time." I watched as she walked jauntily out of the room, dressed in a simple skirt that stopped just above her knees, and knitted top that covered her up, but without hiding the lovely shape of her ample breasts. She looked nice, and I couldn't help grinning. Then I thought about it. She'd never mentioned any other girlfriends before. But that wasn't mysterious ---- Or was it? Why did I feel that churning in my stomach again, the like of which I hadn't felt for some weeks. I don't know why, but I found myself picking up the phone and ringing Judy and Neil's home number. I hadn't spoken to him since that night in the pub all those weeks ago, and I wasn't sure what reception I'd get. "Hi Neil, it's Rich," I greeted him. "Corrine's husband." "Oh --- hello Rich," he replied, not seeming unusual or anything. "What can I do for you?" "Just wondering if Judy's left yet," I asked, not sure what else to say, and wishing I'd thought it all out a bit more before calling him. "Yes she's left," he replied. "She's meeting Corrine at the restaurant. Is it anything important?" "No nothing important," I told him. "Everything OK with you and Judy now?" That was a bit pointed, but he sighed and told me that they'd worked it all out, even apologising for being so short with me that evening, and I told him that it didn't matter. I put the phone down. Damn! Damn and blast it! Meeting at the restaurant were they? Then why had Corrine just had an early dinner, and told me not twenty minutes ago that they were meeting at the George and Dragon pub? Could be a mistake. Could all be perfectly innocent. I thought maybe not! I considered it for a while, and decided that nothing would be wasted if I did a little investigating, so I popped upstairs, had a quick shower, and changed into some casual clothes more suitable for a night on the town. Fifty Pound Friend Half an hour later I was outside the Golden Flower wondering whether I was being stupid or something, but determined to carry on. Another five minutes and I was ordering a beer from the barman. It was the very same one that I'd talked to before, and I'd waited till it was him who was available. "Seen Corrine and her redhead pal in here lately," I asked him, staring him straight in the eye. It took him perhaps five or six seconds to place who I was, but only another couple to spot the tenner that I held up in my hand. "No Mate," he replied, reaching over to take my money. "Honestly, I haven't seen them for quite a while." That figured. Maybe I was on a wild goose chase after all, but I settled down to enjoy my pint anyway, quite happy to admire all the talent. Didn't get offered any change though, so I reckon he was telling the truth. I finished my pint and went to the toilet. Hey --- come on ---- that's what a man does. I came out from the loo, and -------- Dammit! Bloody hell! I almost bumped into Corrine and Judy! Bugger! Not in fairness that I would have even recognised them immediately, and if they hadn't been so wrapped up in the four or five guys surrounding them, then we would have walked straight into one another. You're wondering why I didn't recognise them straight away aren't you? Go on ---- admit it! Well when your wife leaves the house dressed sort of --- well nicely, then when you see her shortly afterwards done up the Corrine was ........ well ........ Maybe I should explain. Corrine had on ---- well sort of had on ----- well no, let's start again! It was a dress! I can't really think of what else to call it, except that dresses traditionally cover up a reasonable proportion of the woman wearing it. This one didn't seem to! Ok ---- So that's my opinion, but it was sort of backless, so short that it hardly counted as a skirt, and her tits were so bloody obvious that I didn't need to describe them. Come on! I'm maybe exaggerating a bit. But even so, never having seen my loving wife dressed that way before, and it was a shock! I didn't know she owned a dress like that, and Judy, the bitch was matching her. Corrine must have got changed somewhere since leaving our house. I wondered how she would be dressed when she came back home. The guys were all over the pair of them, and even though they were making a token effort to keep them at bay, it was obvious that they were loving the attention. "Great to see you back sexy," I heard one man say. "Where the two of you been," said another. "Come and join us at our table," offered a third, by which time I was well pissed off. I sat in the background while a succession of different suitors approached them, took them onto the dance floor and proceeded to try to undress them. They nearly succeeded. Well maybe not really, but all the time Corrine and Judy laughed and giggled, enjoying it all as various bits of their bodies were shown off to the other men watching. I didn't! Let's make this clear, OK ----- I didn't laugh and I didn't giggle. I didn't enjoy it at all! I sat there fuming while my wife and her friend, flirted with anyone who came near them, and there was no lack of attention. The cow! The bitch! This was the loving wife who had kissed me goodbye this morning and smiled at me lovingly as she had left earlier that night. A friend's birthday? Where was the bloody friend? ------------- "Have one on the house." I looked up and there stood the barman. You know the one! "Sorry mate," he went on. "But I was telling the truth. Haven't seen the pair of them for some time till tonight." "I know," I told him. "I believe you." "What went wrong?" he asked, looking at me with a degree of compassion. "She did!" I said, and we both nodded in agreement. I watched in disgust as my so-called wife flitted from man to man. Teasing them outrageously as she disported her half covered body with no regard to her married status. I watched as a succession of otherwise ordinary sort of chaps took advantage of the two of them, groping their breasts, their asses, and yes, even trying to get their hands up under their skirts, even though they did fend that off. I felt sick and just wanted to escape, but I had a better idea. Threading my way through the eager throng, I made my way towards Judy, ignoring what my wife was getting up to. Eventually she pushed some guy away with a laugh, and I slipped in rather neatly, to take his place. "Hi handsome," she said to me somewhat slurred due to the drink that all and sundry had poured down her. "What are you after?" As expected she had no idea who I was, having hardly bothered to look up at me, more interested in what sort of package I had to rub against her. I grabbed her arse with one hand and a handful of her breast with the other, as she ground her hot pussy hard up against my thigh. She groaned in appreciation, and we were not far from having sex right there on the floor. "Hi Judy," I said calmly. "Having a nice night at the restaurant?" It took a few moments. It was amusing to watch as it dawned on her. "Rich!" It was all she said, as she stared up at me with a shocked expression. "Nice tits," I answered as I squeezed one of them a little harder, and slipped my hand inside the elastic of her panties. "Get off me you bastard," she squealed when she realised quite who was mauling her body. "What the hell do you think you are doing to me?" "Just taking advantage of the available market," I informed her, sliding a finger inside her knickers. "No more than the other guys here are doing." Get off me! Get off me you bastard," she screamed aloud, pushing me away in panic. "Do you think my wife might be more available to me tonight than you Judy." With that I stood back, only to find myself surrounded by a group of stroppy men, chaps, guys, whatever you wanted to call them. They all wanted to make the most of my wife and her friend, and as a group were happy to sort me out. Beat me in to oblivion if they wanted, and at that moment I would have happily taken the bleeding lot of them on. It was the barman. Turns out his name was Gerry, and perhaps my fifty and the other money was the best investment I'd ever made. "Back off you lot," I heard him shouting. "Leave him alone or you'll have me to answer to." What a mate? What a friend? Even though he was only a fifty-pound friend, I needed him at that moment as I was about to be pounded to hell. Gerry cleverly separated me from the motley group and guided me over towards the exit. "Fuck off mate while you're still in one piece," he wisely advised me, directing me out of the door. And me? I glimpsed Judy urgently grabbing Corrine, pulling her out of the clutches of some other lothario, and shouting at her. As she looked over towards me, our eyes locked for just a short, stunning, small moment. I saw the shock. I saw the disappointment. I saw the shame on her face! Then I was gone. Even as I started to guide my car carefully out of the car park, I saw Corrine come charging out from the club. There was some guy hanging onto her, trying to hold her back, and even as I watched she swung and smacked him full on the face, almost knocking him to his knees She saw my car and came running after me, no hope of catching me, but not willing to give in. Only after a hundreds yards or so, did I see her fall to the ground in the middle of the road, and as I drove away I left her there crumpled up on the tarmac. -------------- Not an easy situation! Not for me and not for her. She didn't come home that night, but around twelve o'clock I got a call from Neil. "Hi Rich," he started. "I've got Corrine here at our place." "So what," I retorted. "She wants to know if she can come home," he went on. "Tell her to fuck off," I screamed down the phone and cut the line. I left the phone off the hook. Not a nice situation eh? What to do? I didn't care. Friday evening I came home from work and discovered Corrine's car in the drive. She'd come home. But to who's home? If things had been bad before then ..... Well you can imagine. She claimed that she hadn't been fucking anyone else, and it was probably true, but she just didn't understand. Why is life so difficult? ---------------- It got worse. Within days I found myself hating her, despite the fact that I still loved her. I really didn't know what to do, except that I knew she'd betrayed me not once but twice and I couldn't accept it. I could no longer trust her. I needed to talk to someone ---- but who? I didn't have any brothers or sisters, any close uncles or even special friends. For the last few years since we'd moved to the area, it had been me and ....... And her ---- Corrine. Stupid? Maybe. I found myself wandering back to the bloody club. Don't ask me why because I couldn't give you an answer. All I knew was that all my troubles seemed to originate from there, and it was there that I had my own personal fifty-pound friend. Stupid? Definitely, but it worked for me. "You wouldn't be the first husband to find himself in this situation," he informed me. "It happens all the time." "But what do I do about it?" I asked despondently. He shrugged his shoulders in that uncertain way and shook his head. He didn't seem to have any more idea than I did. He went off and cleaned a few glasses, but ten minutes later sidled back up. "Rich," he started, us being on first name terms by then. "Why not give her bit of her own medicine?" As he spoke to me he nodded his head towards the other end of the bar, and I noticed what looked like a very attractive young woman sitting there on her own. "She wouldn't want to know me," I commented. "She can't be more than mid twenties or so." "In my experience Gerry informed me solemnly. "That wouldn't be a problem. Besides, I would guess she's late twenties, maybe even thirty." "You think she's looking to get picked up?" I asked uncertainly. I hadn't done any chatting up for a very long time. "I'm sure she is Rich," he went on. "Just waiting for someone like you." "Maybe she's married," I said almost looking for an excuse, though I had to admit that I was very tempted. "I'm sure of that as well," Gerry confirmed. "Maybe she's waiting for her husband," I still hedged. "I very much doubt it Rich," Gerry grinned at me. "Because I'm pretty sure that the guy sat over in that booth in the blue top, is her husband." "What????" "You heard me," he answered. "He came in about twenty minutes ago and sat over there, and she came in about quarter of an hour later. She keeps glancing over at him, and his eyes are glued onto her." "You're kidding me Gerry," I stuttered. "What are they up to?" "Just getting their kicks. I haven't seen these two before, but it happens all the time. Couple come in and pretend they don't know one another, and the guy gets his rocks off watching other blokes hitting on his wife." "But what happens?" I asked astonished at what he was telling me. "Not much usually. The punter gets a few close up dances maybe and might even cop a feel. Maybe a kiss or two but seldom much more. Just occasionally the guy might get the woman to go outside with him. Depends on the couple, and how far they want to let it go." I looked over at the young, dark haired woman, hardly able to avoid noticing that she was certainly dressed for the chase. Short black cocktail dress with a scooped front, and sexy high heels. On the slim side maybe but with a nice pair of tits. Good legs, and she was showing a lot of them as she perched on the barstool. "How far do you think she'd go then," I questioned my host. "Not far," he estimated. "She's too nervous. Could be the first time they've done it. I reckon you'd be safe enough there Rich. Have a bit of fun, but you wouldn't have to get too far involved." I looked at Gerry, marvelling at how well he had read my mood. I did fancy a bit of romancing, but didn't want it to go too far. Then again ----- That's why he was such a good barman. "Think she'd go for me then?" I was still uncertain, still nervous about approaching a strange woman. "Well that young guy over there just tried to chat her up and got nowhere," he told me. "She looked over at the guy in blue and he shook his head. Didn't like the look of him maybe, but I think he was just too young. Maybe you'd get lucky." Bloody hell! Was all this going on under my nose? "Look Gerry. I can't just go over and say hello to her. She might tell me to bugger off." Gerry laughed, then told me to leave it to him. That he'd go over and give her a drink and say it was from me. "How do you know what she wants to drink?" I asked. "I'm a barman," he replied with a smile. "That's my job." Silly question! I continued to sit there while he made some concoction that I didn't recognise, and then wandered up the other end of the bar. He offered the girl the drink, and she looked down towards me, so I nodded my head in a friendly gesture. The girl took the drink, glanced quickly over towards 'blue shirt', and nodded back to me, raising the glass in salute. I was in! Bloody hell, my heart was pounding, not at all sure what I was getting myself into. Careful not to make a damn fool of myself as I hopped off my stool, I strode up the bar and said hello. "Hi," she replied. "Thanks for the drink." "My name's Rich," I told her ---- Pretty original line of chat, what? "Hello Rich," the girl answered back. "I'm Cindy." So far so good, and I noticed Gerry giving the thumbs up discretely from behind the bar. It was only then that I also noticed quite how nervous the girl was. She wasn't actually shaking, but she wasn't far off it. We chatted about this and that for some time, and she gradually relaxed, and for that matter so did I. We were getting on fine, so I asked her to dance. Now I'm no Fred Astaire or anything but I do have a reasonable grasp of the rudimentaries, and she followed my simple steps quite happily. A little stiff in my arms to begin with, she soon softened up and by the second dance she was wonderfully moulded up against me. Not too close you understand --- Just nicely so. By golly she felt good. I wanted to kiss her, but the opportunity didn't arise, so I just enjoyed the feeling of a beautiful young woman in my arms. After the third dance she suggested we should go back to our seats, and once there she excused herself to go to the ladies. It was only when 'blue shirt' picked up his mobile phone that I cottoned on. She'd gone to the loo to phone him. To ask if he approved maybe? I really didn't know, though everything so far seemed to indicate that she did, so I hoped he would to. This was confirmed when Cindy came back out, smiled at me and came back over, climbing up onto her stool. Whether by accident or design, her already short skirt rode up even higher than before, giving me a clear view of an awful long expanse of her long bare legs. "What are you grinning about," she asked me, when I could no longer keep my mirth at the situation in check. "What do you think," I answered somewhat unkindly. Pretty as she was, I had no intention of being made a complete fool of by the two of them. To my surprise, Cindy slumped on her stool a little, and I felt that I could detect a tear in her eye, and I regretted the way that I had spoken to her. "Sorry Cindy," I said at last. "I don't want to upset you, but it's all a bit obvious you know." Listen to me! Talking like a sophisticated know-all, man about town. Half an hour before Gerry had explained it all to me, then I'd been a complete innocent. "I don't know what you're talking about," Cindy mumbled unhappily. "You mean you don't know who 'blue shirt' over there is then," I responded, but a little gentler. Oh God! Why did I say that? I'd made her cry. What does a man do in circumstances like that? Well of course I reached over and put my arm around her. "Sorry Cindy," I found myself consoling her. "I didn't mean to be nasty to you." "You're just like my damn husband," she sobbed into my shoulder. Before long I found myself kissing her on her brow, consoling her, saying sweet little nothings to her, to try to make her feel better. 'Let's dance again," I suggested, pulling her up, aware that sooner or later blue shirt would realise that something was up with her. Once on the dance floor she moulded her soft body up against mine again, and sobbed quietly away for the whole of the first dance. "What's up Cindy," I demanded when I sensed her settling down. "I'm not going to do anything that you don't want me to." It's not you Rich," she informed me unhappily. "It's that bastard Tom that I'm married to." Over the next few minutes, I gradually prised the information out of her; that what she was doing that evening was very much against her will. Her husband Tom had been cajoling her for six months to go along with his fantasy of seeing her in bed with another man. She'd been disgusted with the whole idea, and utterly refused, and then one night Tom had come home rather drunk with a couple of his friends. "Oh no!" I reacted immediately. "Don't tell me he forced you to have sex with them." "No," she cried into my shoulder. "But after he teased and taunted me for a while, I told him to piss off and stood up to go up to my bedroom." "Good for you," I congratulated her. "But he grabbed me and pulled me down onto the sofa," she wept. "Then he held me down and undid my blouse while the other two watched." "How could any husband do that?" I wondered aloud, my temper rising. "That wasn't the end of it," she went on, starting to sob again. "He pulled me up onto my feet and told the others to undo my bra. Then when that fell off, he turned me round, held my arms trapped behind my back, and my bare tits stuck out for his damn filthy friends to grope." I pulled her closer to me, unable to find the words to console her. "The two of them were squeezing my breasts and tweaking my nipples till it hurt so much that I couldn't stand it any longer. Then one of the bastards undid the belt on my jeans and unzipped them. I thought they were going to strip me naked," she went on. "But by then I was screaming aloud for all I was worth, and at last Tom told them to stop." "What happened then?" "Tom just held me, and I felt my jeans begin to fall down my legs anyway. By the time they were down to my knees, the three of them were standing there laughing at me and taunting me." What could I say? I felt like walking over to blue shirt and smacking him one on the nose. "Then Tom let go of me, but as I tried to escape, one of the others grabbed my panties and pulled them down. By the time I got away from him and fled to my room, I'd left my jeans behind and my panties were half way down my thighs." "Did they chase you?" "No," she sobbed. "I locked myself in the bedroom and I didn't see Tom again till the next morning." "You should have reported them to the police," was my somewhat unhelpful suggestion. "How could I," she blurted out, and burst into tears again. When she settled down again, she explained that the following day her husband had threatened her that unless she played along, he would invite his friends back for a gang-bang with her as the prize. Eventually, after some discussion, she'd agreed to going into a bar and letting some stranger pick her up, as it seemed a lesser step than going all the way. "Why don't you just leave him?" I asked. "Maybe I should," Cindy answered. "But I guess in some way I still ..... Well maybe I still love him." Fifty Pound Friend "And what's he expecting you to do tonight then?" I questioned her. "Oh --- I don't know," she replied sadly. "Maybe go outside with some guy or something. I just don't know." "Why don't we do that now Cindy?" She looked up at me with a look of disappointment, distrust, horror even. I'm not sure how to describe it. "I thought ... that is I hoped that ...." "Don't worry," I interrupted her. "You're safe enough with me, and that bugger of a husband of yours will think you're obeying him." Reluctantly she allowed herself to be led to the exit; no doubt still not sure that she could trust me. I caught Gerry's eye as we went out and he gave me a look of surprise. I'd explain to him later. Finding my car, we leant up against it and I told her to take her time and settle down again, handing her my handkerchief to wipe her eyes. "Thanks Rich," she mumbled. It was all the thanks that I needed. Soon enough Cindy leant up against me, and I automatically put my arms around her, much, I convinced myself, as I would an upset child. We stood there holding on to one another for some time, and discovered that it felt extraordinary comfortable, as I felt her relax more and more. Dipping my head, I gave her a small kiss on the forehead. It just seemed to be a natural thing to do, but perhaps it surprised Cindy, and she raised her head to look up at me, and ......... And ...... And ...... I found myself still kissing her, but this time full on the lips. It should have been just a peck, but it lingered just a second or two too long for that. We stared at one another for the briefest of moments, then Cindy offered her lips up to me again, our second kiss becoming more and more passionate as she wriggled her gorgeous slender body up against me, and I responded in the only way I could. The straps of her dress slipped off her shoulders and I confirmed my earlier suspicions that she had nothing on underneath. We cuddled up together swapping tongues, Cindy naked to the waist as her dress slipped down, and me stroking and squeezing her wonderful firm breasts. It had happened. I hadn't meant it to, but it had! "I'm sorry Cindy," I whispered to her, but without letting go of the lovely handful I still held. "I didn't mean this to happen." "Oh Rich ---- Oh Rich," she moaned, and responded to my kisses even more passionately than before. I was in a quandary! Yes of course I wanted to get her into my car and fuck her. But what would that have made me? Thoughts of my wife's behaviour scanned through my mind, and feelings of uncertainty, guilt even, started to engulf me. "I think we had better pull your dress up Cindy," I suggested. "Yes Rich. Thank you, I think we should," she answered, but made no immediate effort to hide her succulent breasts from my gaze or my touch. Then it was over. Just like that. Cindy stepped back from my arms, stood there with a nervous smile on her face while I took in her half naked beauty, then almost reluctantly pulled her dress back up and made herself respectable. "Thank you Rich," she repeated. "That couldn't have been easy." "It wasn't," I confirmed, already half regretting having stopped. "I'd better be getting back to Tom," she muttered. "He'll want to know what happened." "What will you tell him Cindy?" "I don't know," she replied. "Whatever he wants to hear I suppose. I'll make it up." We looked at one another Cindy maybe wondering what it might have been like if we'd met before Tom came along. I know I was. "Can I see you again?" I asked. "I'm not sure Rich," she replied. "It might be best if we didn't." "It's not going to end here Cindy; Tom isn't going to stop you know. He's not going to suddenly change" "I know," she sobbed, tears yet again running down her cheeks. "I'll just have to deal with it somehow." "At least give me your telephone number," I pleaded. "Maybe I could help." "I can't Rich," Cindy told me. "I daren't. But perhaps if you give me yours." And that's how we left it. I gave her my number, and after one last kiss, she turned on her heels and went back towards the bar entrance, leaving me stood there feeling so hopeless and alone. One last look back, a sweet smile, and she was gone. Gone forever out of my life. With sadness I got into my car top drive home. I had my own problems back there to confront! ------------------- "We can't keep going on like this!" Not sure if it was a question or a statement, but either way my wife was right. Life at home was a bitch, with the pair of us carefully avoiding the other one; neither prepared to take the first step. We no longer even shared the same bedroom, and she only begrudgingly cooked me any meals. "Ok," I agreed. "What do you have to say about your behaviour?" "Don't you dare talk to me as if I was a little schoolgirl," Corrine reacted angrily. "I've told you over and over again that I didn't let any of them have sex with me." "So what do you call what I saw you doing the other night then?" I demanded heatedly. "Letting other men kiss you and grope you. Acting more like a whore than my wife." "Damn you Rich," she spat at me. "You're so goody-goody. What's wrong with me having a bit of fun, if it doesn't do you any harm? I'm a little housewife all the bloody week, so why can't I let my hair down from time to time? So I let some guys feel up my tits ---- So what? I like it and they like it and you're none the worse for it. I've never held back on you when you've wanted to make love." Our sensible discussion seemed to be deteriorating somewhat! There may have been some logic there somewhere, but for the life of me I couldn't see it. "So you think it's OK for you to let other men use my wife's body to get their thrills do you?" "Yes why not?" Corrine almost screamed at me. "It's my damn body and I'll chose who gets to feel it and who doesn't. You haven't been much good to me lately, so if you don't like it, then you can go to hell!" "What if I acted like you Corrine," I questioned her, trying to keep my temper in check. Trying to reason with her --- trying to make her see sense. "How would you feel if I went out and made out with some girl that I picked up in some pub?" "You!" Corrine smirked at me. "You with another woman! You wouldn't have the guts you pathetic wimp. If another woman hit on you, then you'd run a mile." Ah! That one hit home didn't it! Memories of the previous evening flooded back to me, as I remembered how wonderful it had felt to hold another beautiful young woman's naked breasts in my hands. I thought about telling her about it to shock her. But I didn't, and I kept my mouth shut. I think that was the correct decision and that still left me the innocent party. Not that I felt what I had done compared in any way with Corrine's behaviour, or her attitude for that matter. "I don't think this conversation is getting us anywhere Corrine," I informed my irate wife, attempting to calm the situation down. "Bloody right it isn't you spineless loser," my wife shouted at me, having completely flipped her lid. "I'm going out with Judy again tonight, and I might give you something to really worry about." "Now look Corrine I ....." But it was no use, as she'd turned angrily on her heels and stomped off back to her bedroom, slamming the door so hard that the whole house shook to it's foundations. Oh dear! ----- What to do? I went and poured myself one of my special Cognacs, and sat down in my favourite armchair to wait and see if Corrine would calm down. I really had no idea what she would actually do. I really doubted whether I even knew my wife any more. -------------------- "Don't wait up for me Rich," Corrine said spitefully as she came back down the stairs. "I might come home tonight and I might not." I looked up to try to reason with her and got a shock. Corrine, my wife was dressed up like some tart. If I thought the dress she had worn the other evening had been revealing, then what she had on then was close to disgusting in my eyes. Four or five inch, red, high heels. A tight, black mini skirt, so short that it barely covered her pussy, and what it must have revealed at the back I could only guess at. A skimpy white blouse that was slashed half way down to her waist. Not that it made much difference as it was near see through, and her large nipples were clearly evident. "You look like a prostitute!" I told her sadly. "I won't be selling it tonight honey, I'll be giving it away," she taunted me, her eyes glaring with unsuppressed rage. Here, let me show you what I'll be out there offering them." With that she lifted the front of her tiny skirt, and stood there baring her naked pussy at me. "See, no panties. Do you think I'll get many takers?" "Go and put your panties on Corrine," I tried to reason with her. "You can't go out like that; you'll get raped." "Go to hell you bastard. They won't have to rape me. I'll be offering." Corrine continued to stand there, teasing me, her skirt still held up almost to her waist. I suddenly felt very calm. Don't know why or how, but I did. "If you go out dressed like that, and with that attitude Corrine," I told her in a steady voice. "We're finished. Our marriage is over. I won't be here when you get back." "Stuff you Rich," she continued to shout at me. "You've held me back for years and now it's my turn to go and have some fun. I'll kiss who I want and maybe even fuck who I want, and you can't do a thing about it." Looking up at her, I wondered where the love had gone in our life. Till a short time ago this woman had been the apple of my eye and I would have done anything for her. I'd loved her to distraction. I wondered when she had stopped loving me, as I couldn't believe she did any more, and I simply couldn't understand the contempt that she now seemed to hold me in. "OK Corrine," I said, determined to take the wind out of her sails. "Off you go then. Have a good time. Mind how you cross the road" "What do you mean by that Rich?" Corrine responded, her mouth gaping open, maybe realising that she'd pushed me too far. "Is that all you've got to say?" "No just one more thing Corrine," I added. "Why don't you piss off!" Having said that, I stood up and walked into the kitchen. Not for any reason other than effect. I leant on the sink, sighed deeply, and waited to see what she'd do, half dreading that she might actually come after me to apologise. But no! She must have thought about it though, as it was a full five or six minutes later that I heard her high heels clicking on the parquet of our hallway, then the slamming of the front door. I'd have to get the foundations checked out if she kept that up much longer. That was it! Finished! Packing a bag took longer than I thought, but within an hour I was out of there and in my car, heading for a nearby hotel where I knew my company had an account, and it didn't take me long to book in. I only took the one night, as I honestly had no idea what my plans would be for the next few days, never mind the future. It still didn't make sense that I had left home ---- why me?. About an hour later my mobile phone rang, and I flipped it open to see that Corrine was ringing me. I wondered whether to respond or not, but I had to face it sooner or later. "Hi Corrine. What do you want?" "Where the hell are you Rich? I've come back home and you're not here." "I said I wouldn't be. It was your choice Corrine." "Now don't be silly Rich. Where are you? When are you coming home?" "No time soon Corrine. Have a good nights sleep and maybe we'll talk in the morning." "Now wait on Rich, I want ....." But I'd cut the connection, and turned the phone off. The silly cow had thought twice about her actions, and gone home to make it up with me. Or maybe she couldn't find any strange men to hang out with and given up. How did I know? I'd let her sweat on it overnight. ----------------- I went to work the following morning, and of course I couldn't just switch my work phone off. By ten o'clock Corrine had rung me four times, and I ran out of excuses for my secretary, so I spoke to her, and promised to see her at home after work the evening. Can't say as I was looking forward to it. "I'm sorry Rich. I shouldn't have walked out on you like that last night;" she greeted me, approaching me with her arms held out. "And I certainly shouldn't have talked to you like that." Well I didn't fall for that this time, and as she walked towards me I sidestepped and went the other side of the sofa. She looked crestfallen! "We have to talk about this honey," she carried on, following me round the room. "I think you've got this all out of context. It's not as serious as you think it is." "Letting other guys feel your tits up isn't serious then Corrine," I challenged her. "I've told you Rich," she replied, avoiding my question. "I haven't let any of them have sex with me. No one but you has fucked me since we were married." "I suppose a few of them have got their hands inside your panties though?" That caught her out. She hesitated, maybe wondering whether to lie or not, but fair play to her, she came clean --- more or less. "One or two of them have maybe," Corrine eventually admitted, unable to meet my eye. "OK Corrine," I demanded. "What was it? Was it one of them or two of them?" She just looked at me dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. "Well ---- one or two?" I pushed her. "And exactly how many times each." "Well ----- Maybe it was a bit more than two honey. But I didn't let that happen very often, I promise you." "So we're talking twenty or thirty different fingers up your pussy maybe, rather than one or two are we?" She wasn't enjoying this line of conversation and tried to change the subject. I toyed with her a little then let her have her way. "How are we going to get over this Rich," I allowed her to ask at last. "I don't want to live without you, and I'm sure you still love me as well." Funny way of wording her comment there, but I chose to ignore it. "What did you have in mind Corrine?" I asked. "If you come back home honey, then I'd be prepared to compromise," was her first offer. "I'd go out less, and wouldn't perhaps dress like I have been." I simply sat there and looked at her in silence. "How does that sound honey," she almost whined. "Do we have a deal?" "So you'll only be getting some stranger's fingers up your pussy once a fortnight then, rather than once a week. Is that what you're offering me?" "Don't be so crude Rich," she shot back at me, an angry look creasing her face. "I promise I won't let anyone do that to me from now on. I'd had too much to drink and I admit that was going a bit too far." "And the tits?" I carried on. "Are they still public property like before?" "No Rich! I promise you I'll be more careful." "How about you don't go out with Judy at all," I suggested, clinging on precariously to the hope that we might be able to work this out. "Or if you do, then you go to a restaurant or the cinema or something." "Christ Rich," she flew back at me. "Don't you trust me or something? Can't you allow me any slack to go out and have a bit of fun?" She just didn't get it, did she? "Go out and have all the fun you want dear," I replied quietly. "I'll move back in to the spare room, and you can do what you damn well want." End of conversation! Why the hell should I be the one to move out of our home when it was her that was in the wrong? End of marriage, as like as not as well, but I don't think Corrine quite realised that at the time. Our life together continued much as before, and if anything a little bit better. At least we talked to one another and my meals were not handed to me as if they were poison. Corrine even did my washing again! That Wednesday she didn't go out with Judy. What a fine wife she was turning out to be. ---------------- A week later. I was at work and my mobile rang, indicating a number that I didn't recognise. "Hi Chris here," I answered. "Hello Chris there," came a woman's voice. "It's Cindy. Can we talk?" Oh Crikey! I wouldn't say I'd forgotten Cindy, or how nice she'd felt in my arms for that matter, but I'd more or less assumed that I'd never hear from her again. My life was already difficult enough without her problems to add to them. "Of course we can Cindy. How can I help? Is everything OK?" OK --- So I'm a sucker for a pretty woman in distress. "It's a bit cheeky Rich," she went on. "But can I ask you a favour please?" Why do women do that? Why do they ask if they can ask you for a favour? If you say yes, then you've already half agreed to what they want from you I suppose. "Course you can Cindy," I replied. "What's up?" Told you I was a sucker. "It's Tom, my husband," she told me. "The story I spun him about what we got up to the other night has kept him happy for a while, but he's been pressing me to go another step further." "How much further?" Was that a silly question or what? "He wants to watch me have sex with another man," she blurted out, her embarrassment obvious even over the phone. "Now hang on there Cindy ....." I started to protest, but she interrupted me. "No Rich. Please don't misunderstand me. I'm not asking for that. I wouldn't do that. I told him that I'd go off and 'do it' with another man and tell him all about it. It's not what he really wants, but it'll keep him off my back for a while till I decide what to do." "So what exactly do you want from me Cindy?" "I was hoping that you might meet me somewhere; somewhere public where he could see me going off with you and assume the worst. You could go off straight afterwards if you don't want to hang around with me, and I'd go to a the pictures or something, then go home later on my own with some story." I thought about it. Poor cow. Why did some women have to put up with guys like that? She sounded desperate and was probably worried about him bringing his pals back to force her into sex. What would she do in the longer term? "How about I take you to dinner Cindy," I found myself offering. "No point in spoiling an evening." She seemed quite pleased with my response. ------------------- So! I chose a Wednesday, quite deliberately, as I knew Corrine would be off out with Judy. She left early in a very good mood, even making the effort to give me a peck on the cheek. At least she was dressed fairly soberly, though of course that is how she'd been leaving the house before I had caught her the previous time. "I won't be late honey," she called out to me. "You'll see that this isn't going to hurt you in any way." She smiled at me ---- I smiled back. She still just didn't get it, did she? She'd hardly even noticed that I'd got ready to go out as well, and I left soon after her. "Hi Rich," a voice greeted me as I looked round the bar. Bloody hell! Cindy had looked good the first time I'd met her, but as I stood there looking at her that evening I was gob-smacked. She wasn't just pretty, she was beautiful, and wearing a simply wonderful little blue dress. "You look different tonight," I told her. "I dressed for a man I like a lot tonight," she informed me, grinning. "The other evening I was there under protest." "Well you look beautiful Cindy," I told her. "It will be my pleasure to take you out tonight." With that I leant forward to kiss her on the cheek, but she grabbed me, and gave me a lovely full kiss on the lips. "Wow!" I responded when we came up for breath. "That was for Tom's benefit," she told me, indicating cautiously behind her. "But if you really believe that then you're a fool." Fifty Pound Friend Surreptitiously, I glanced behind her, and spotted 'blue shirt', except that evening he was 'brown jumper' ------- Just didn't sound the same! "Let's have another one for his benefit," I suggested, and this time we closed up and I remembered how wonderful her slender body had felt up against mine. Super! "Let's go," I ventured, having slaked my immediate thirst. "Where to?" she asked with a twinkle. "Does it matter?" "No," Cindy replied, suddenly serious. "Anywhere you want to go, then I'll follow." Sounded like she was going to jump on the back of my trusty steed and ride off into the sunset with me, but actually we walked about a hundred yards down the high street to an Italian restaurant that I had booked earlier. Not quite so romantic, but none the less very nice, and we had a lovely meal with a bottle of Chianti, and talked and chatted together like old friends. Could you believe it? I'd found a girl who supported the Arsenal, the best football club in the world. Her whole family were born and bred Arsenal fans, so what was there more to say? We were having the time of our lives and moved onto a bar that had recently opened in town, where I found myself dancing with the most beautiful girl in the room. What could be more idyllic, and what could go wrong? You guessed it! In walked my wife Corrine with Judy and a group of male hangers on. She had the same dress on, but had hitched up the skirt by maybe six inches and undone half the buttons down the front. I looked at Corrine and then at Cindy, and wondered what I had ever seen in my wife. She was pretty --- Yes of course she was, but in terms of class and style, she simply wasn't in the same league as Cindy. Time to confess to Cindy ---- not easy ----- we hadn't even discussed whether I was married or not! "What's up Rich?" Cindy asked me before I had even said anything to her. "The woman over there with that group," I told her. "Unfortunately that's my wife." "The redhead or the slutty looking one?" Cindy asked apparently quite genuinely. Ouch! I wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of her. "Yes the blonde," I admitted reluctantly. "Poor you," she commented without taking her eyes off Corrine. "How did a nice guy like you end up with a slut like that?" If a guy had said that to me then I would probably have slugged him even then, but coming from Cindy I just gulped silently and kept my mouth shut. "You know the reputation she's got around the town I suppose?" Now that comment from Cindy caught my attention. "You know her then?" I had to ask. "No, but my bloody husband Tom does," Cindy said accusingly. "And he wants me to act like her." Oh dear! What a small world. Perhaps Corrine hadn't been telling me the whole truth after all. "Does she fuck around then?" I nervously asked, feeling a fool for having to ask my date about my own wife. "Is the Pope a Catholic?" She answered. Under the circumstances it wasn't funny, and Cindy apologised. I briefly explained my situation to Cindy, and the look in her eyes said it all. We both had our problems didn't we, but I for one wasn't sure what to do about it. "Come on," Cindy said, dragging me up from the chair, and before I knew it, she was propelling me over towards the group around Corrine and Judy. "Hi gang," cried out my date for the evening standing in front of the lot of them. They all looked round and if any of them recognised her, then none of them showed it. The only sure thing was that she totally outshone the two other women. "Maybe you know Rich," she boldly introduced me. "You two girls want to find out what a real man's like instead of messing around with these wasters." Well that set the cat among the pigeons didn't it, and for a moment I thought I was going to have a fight on my hands. I was up for it, but I hadn't reckoned with Cindy had I? "Corrine," she called out to my wife, who stood there dumbstruck, staring at the two of us. "If you're not going to appreciate him, then I will." With that, she flashed a smile at the lot of them, kissed me full on the lips, then took my arm and waltzed me out of the pub. I could feel the exaggerated sway of her hips as she walked alongside me, and my last view of my wife was of her stood there, her mouth gaping wide open in shock, as pandemonium broke out around her. Golly ---- What a laugh! We'd no sooner got back to the car, laughing our heads off, than Cindy's phone rang, and I listened to a one sided conversation. "Yes hello Tom. I'm busy, what do you want." "No, Rich isn't here at the moment, so we can talk if we must." As she said that, she looked up and winked at me. "Yes, I'm probably going to fuck him." She winked at me again --- What the hell did that mean? "No! I'm not bringing him home so that you can watch." "No Tom. I won't do it." "I don't care what you threaten Tom. I won't do it." "Well you bugger off as well you weird bastard, and don't expect me home tonight." With that, she clicked shut her phone and threw it onto the rear seat. "I never want to go back to him Rich," she stated with a more confident tone than I had heard from her before. "There's no future there for me." "What do you want to do then Cindy," I replied. "'Cos I seem to find myself in the same situation as you." "Is there somewhere we can go?" Good question! "How about Brighton," I suggested. "Brighton," Cindy almost squealed in surprise. "You mean Brighton on Sea?" "Absolutely," I confirmed, just about as surprised as she was by my spontaneous idea. "I know a great little hotel and I'm due a few days off work anyway." "Let's go," Cindy decided, and I took the next left, and was soon on the road for that famous resort, where we spent the next four days (and nights), getting to know one another better ---- much better! --------------------- THE UPSHOT Yes, Corrine and I were divorced within six months, and she didn't fight me very much over our divorce settlement. She remarried shortly afterwards but that didn't last long either. I do believe that she has genuinely come to realise quite what a mess she had made of her life, but also knows that the solution does not lie in my direction. Judy and Neil --- well they plod on, but are no longer friends with Corrine. I see them occasionally, though Neil and I have never really hit it off. Me and Cindy? No --- we didn't make it in the long run, fifteen years difference in age being a little too much in the end. Not to say that we didn't have a fantastic nine or ten months of seemingly constant sex, but in the end I just couldn't keep my end of it up. She's currently dating Gerry, my ex fifty-pound friend, but now quite a real pal of mine. Turns out he was more than just the barman, and half owned the place, so Cindy should be well looked after. I'm pleased for her. Tom ----- No idea. He just disappeared off the scene. I thought about introducing him to Corrine at one point, but why the hell should I? Angelica? Ah! Of course you don't know about Angelica do you. Let's just say that I met her at the tennis club I joined in order to get fit, and now she is the love of my life. Along with her delightful four-year old daughter Sophie, who I think of as my own a bit more, as each day goes by. And not to forget young Rich junior, my own son, who celebrates his first birthday in a couple of weeks. Life goes on. (Who was it that said that?) +++++++++++ Hope you enjoyed it. Please vote, please comment, whatever you want, but please don't take it all too seriously.