18 comments/ 138891 views/ 12 favorites In Over My Head Ch. 01 By: The Wanderer This story is in five parts. Only part four can be considered a standalone story. What sex there is comes in part three, but it is in no way a stroke story. With any luck this time the parts should be posted on consecutive days. Oh and if you haven't liked my other stuff don't waste your time. My thanks go to Techscan and LadyCibelle for their kind assistance with the editing of this story and correcting the usual clangers that keep my critics so happily amused. But I'm sure you'll find something you don't like in the story somewhere. I would like to point out that my editors do not necessarily agree with my interpretation of the characters or the events portrayed. Any flack should be directed at me. This is a work of fiction and comes solely from my somewhat demented mind. The Wanderer * Part 1. The Wager. There I was, siting at the bar of my local pub after work one Friday afternoon; having a nice quiet drink. I was just about thinking that I might hang around until the kitchen opened at 6.30 and get myself a nice steak when the door flew open and in they came, the crowd from the office block over the road. It must have been someone's birthday or something. They tended to do this a couple of times a month and as usual they took the bloody place over, disturbing the tranquillity of the bar as they began feeding the bloody jukebox and made lots of noise. There must have been about twenty or thirty of them all together, guys and girls. Looking them over, I figured most of them should really have been on their way home to their loving spouses. Then some of them started dancing. Christ, things aren't supposed to get lively until around here until about nine o'clock! Shit, the buggers killed the ambience of the bloody place for me. OK, I'm a miserable old bastard, but that's my right. I've got my reasons for being pissed off with the world and office workers who drink too much, then do things they regret later. 'Oh, well' I thought, 'looks like it's going to be another take-away and a night in front of the bleeding telly again.' I still had my pint to finish so I would have to put up with the bleed'n Hooray Henries for a little while yet. Just to put the kibosh on things, two guys settled into the stalls at the bar right next to mine. At this time on a Friday I normally have this corner to myself. I didn't want to hear their mundane conversation, but I didn't have much choice as they sat so bloody close to me. "So you reckon Doug's going to get her then?" "Dead bloody cert, my friend! Once lover boy decides he's going to have her knickers off, that's it! I've never known him to fail yet, I'll bet he'll be screwing her by the end of the month. You see if I'm not right?" "But she's only been married a few years. I think he's bitten off more than he can chew this time. She's crazy about her Kevin. Never stops talking about him." "Well, our Doug will soon get her squealing his name and begging for some more of his Lady pleaser. I've never known him to fail before and remember there's a hundred quid at stake on her. Graham reckons he's going to get there first." 'Hold on a minute.' I thought, 'Just what the fuck are these two arseholes talking about?' There appeared to be some wager going on to see which of two office Casanova's would be the first to get into some dumb married tart's knickers. "So he says! But I can't see him getting young Dawn's knickers." These guys had got right up my nose by now. They were casually discussing their arsehole friends having a bet on which of them was going to seduce someone else's wife. Now I didn't know who the hell these guys were talking about. But these arseholes Doug and Graham or whatever their names were had made themselves an enemy without even knowing it. From what little I had heard, they sounded just like the sort of arsehole who fucked up my life. I suppose it was curiosity, or maybe it was temper, that made me order another pint; I needed to know more. I don't think it was a conscious thought but I think I just wondered whether there was some way I could, I don't know, kick the arsehole's' horse or something. You know what I mean, fuck-up the two Casanovas' plans. I hadn't been able to get at the bastard that fucked up my marriage, as someone else beat me to it. But maybe I could get these cunts by the short and curly's and if I was lucky, maybe save some other poor bugger's marriage. "Here's the man himself. Take it from the horse's mouth." One of the wankers said, "What ya having Doug?" A right flash looking guy, who had apparently just entered the bar, joined the other two wankers and asked for the latest 'In Drink'. I suppose the ladies would find him quite good looking and I would have put him to be about my age, maybe a little younger, 30-35-ish. He refused the barman's offer of a glass and taking the bottle by the neck holding it up by his mouth, the label suitably displayed outwards so that everyone could see what an 'In Guy' he was, drinking the latest designer brew. Oh, shit, It looked like this guy was everything I hate in the world, all nicely rolled up into one big package. I can't stand fucking Posers! You know it's funny, but I knew exactly what the Prick was going to do next. He was going to take a sip of his drink then turn around and lean back with his elbows resting on the edge of the bar, so he could have a good look to see who was admiring him. He wouldn't have the nonce to realise that most people in the place were thinking 'What a Bleeding Wanker'. Well, I was for one. Of course some of the naive women could well fancy him. They say some guys think with their pricks, but then again some stupid women don't think at all! Yep, true to form. The bottle that he had only taken a sip from now dangled near his waist. But the label is still pointing out so it could be read. Fuck, did I miss out on something at school, or do they run night-classes in Poser-arseholeism nowadays. All these Pratt's do the exactly same things. I'll bet he's got a flash car outside with a nice big noisy exhaust. They seem to think the bigger the exhaust and the more noise their car makes, the bigger everyone will think their prick is. Well, I suppose it makes a change from the old medallion man's medal, or the sock down the trousers. The three arseholes dropped back into their conversation and I managed to glean that this Doug Prick was a supervisor. He had just completed the appraisals for the next pay round in the office. Apparently this Dawn and her old man were in a bit of a financial bind and the arsehole had given her a nice raise. His next move was to wave a promotion under her nose. But to get that, he was planning she was going to have put out for him. Apparently the Graham character, whoever he was, was going to try for the straight seduction. But the three at the bar didn't think he would have much luck with that approach. But somehow or the other there was a hundred quid for the first of them to bring her knickers into the office. "Right!" the Doug Character said, "A man's work is never done. Can't let Graham have her all to himself for too long." He pushed himself off from the bar, swaggered over to one of the tables and invited a girl who had been talking to another guy to dance. She looked up at him, smiled and then followed him onto the dance floor. "Well, that's pissed Graham off. I don't think he knew that Doug was going to be here tonight. He thought he was going to have Dawn all to himself," the nearer of the two Prats' at the bar said. This was good; I now knew what Graham and Dawn looked like, so I would be able to recognise them in the future. But I still had no idea what I was going to do, or really even if I should get involved in this. Bollocks, if that cunt who had written that anonymous note to me, had done so just a couple of weeks earlier, I probably would still be hitched now. Maybe not quite as happily married as I had been, but Anita and I would most likely still be living together. No, if I had anything to do with it, this Kevin wasn't going to get an anonymous letter after it was too late for them! I sat there for the next couple of hours. The two Pratt's at the bar carried on chatting about the wager that was going on but I didn't learn anything really useful. Other than that both the Doug and Graham arseholes apparently both had impressive reputations when it came to getting into the ladies' knickers. But I also gathered that those reputations were mainly based on hearsay or the bragging the two of them did to the other guys in the office. Neither of the two guys at the bar appeared to have any first hand knowledge of their exploits, other than rumours and apparently both the arseholes at one time or the other were implicated in a couple of girls quitting their jobs. Oh, and I think I got the hint that Graham was concerned in some woman's divorce. As the evening wore on, the office crowd were slowly replaced by the Friday night mob. I should definitely have been out of there by then and George the barman was growing curious. I sat at the bar and watched Doug, Dawn and Graham play an entertaining game of musical chairs. They were sitting on a long bench seat with Dawn sitting between the two guys. Every so often one of the guys would ask Dawn to dance. When they came back Dawn would sit down a discrete distance form the other guy. But her dance partner would sit down as close as he could to her, often so close that they hips were touching. I assumed Dawn thought this inappropriate, as she would give a little wiggle and move away just a tiny bit. It was apparent she was too polite to make it too obvious. The other suitor would give his rival a look that could kill and then he would ask Dawn to dance. When they returned the whole little game of shuffle bum would start again from the other side. Then quite suddenly just before nine, Dawn came back from the dance floor and sat in a chair beside another girl. I noticed Dawn was now looking at her watch quite often and her two suitors appeared to be ignoring her, having a deep but friendly conversation between themselves, not looking at or talking to Dawn. Then I suddenly discovered why. The guy must be a bloody weightlifter or something; he was the size of a bleeding mountain and built like the proverbial brick shit-house. He strolled over to Dawn and gave her a kiss that told me his name was Kevin. Doug and Graham must be bloody brain dead; this was not the sort of guy anyone would want to get on the wrong side of. But then Doug and Graham were a pair of arrogant arseholes. I don't suppose the idea of getting caught ever entered they're heads. Dawn got up said her good byes to everyone, then she and Kevin left. I noted that Kevin didn't have a drink whilst he was there and put that down to him being a fitness freak. Doug and Graham said good night to Dawn in a very nonchalant manner. There was no sign she had been the centre of their attention all evening and shortly after Dawn had left they also got up to leave. My two erstwhile companions got off their stools and a little unsteadily followed the other two Pratts out. Well, there was no point in me hanging around any longer so I finished my pint and was collecting my gear off the bar when I noticed the record light was on my digital note taker. I couldn't for the life of me remember turning it on but I must have done so earlier in the evening. When I got home I discovered I had turned it on when Graham had first come into the bar. I must have done that when my temper was up; it's surprising how you can not remember exactly what you did when your emotions are up. There was a lot of background noise on the recording but you could make out what they were saying. Hey, this was going to be useful. All I had to do was get this Dawn to listen to Doug discussing how he was planing to screw her. If she had any sense she would tell him to f-off! Job done! It looked like this was going to be easier than I had first thought. But hold on though, this Doug needed to be taught a lesson. I plugged the thing into my laptop, downloaded the whole recording and made a copy on a CD. Then I made a quick sandwich; I had been so into gleaning information I had forgotten to eat. Then it was a quick shower and bed. End of Part One. In Over My Head Ch. 01 It's funny how you can never know where life will take you. I was on the verge of turning 22 and it seemed like I had it all figured out. I'd find Finish College and get job that would make me a fortune, and hopefully I'd find a girl to marry along the way. Three changes to my major, and a string of bitter relationships later, and I found myself not really sure what I was doing. All I knew is I was miserable in my current studies and the thought of hooking up with one more local girl had my skin crawling. The funniest part is it had only been a year since I thought I new it all, and in another year I'd probably look back and realize I still didn't know anything. That's how I found myself up late board out of my mind wondering what to do with myself. My roommates had all gone out looking to get laid, but as I said that didn't sound so appealing at the moment. Usually when I sat home it was because I had a good book, or a game worth playing, but tonight I had nothing. I started drinking then, and that was where it all started. After my third glass I was feeling decidedly tipsy when a nostalgic urge hit me and I found myself looking up Internet chat rooms. It had been years, my teenage years, since I'd last been in a chat room. I didn't even know if there were still such a thing, or if the world had turned fully to Facebook and twitter. As it turns out they were still out there. Lots of them. I had no idea what I was looking at, and it wasn't just the whiskey. Sure I was technical, but there was a whole culture on the Internet that was alien to me. Acronyms flowed everywhere and pretty soon I gave up on choosing something specific and just started clicking on random ones. Reading people chatting was boring to say the least. At least until I got into the lots room and found one hell of a fight going on. Some pretty nasty insults were being traded back and forth between two groups and amidst them all were a few please for them to leave Ready2Play alone. My own handle was SomeGuy1234. I know creative. I watched the chat war gone on for a bit and even I was compelled to tell the assholes to leave Ready2Play alone. At that point I had no idea who they were or what the fight was about, but you didn't get called things like that and not feel hurt. At last Ready2Play left and the fight petered out. I lost interest and left the chat room. I was about to call it a night when I noticed one board only had 1 person on it. I don't know what it was that compelled me to enter the chat room. Maybe I was lonely, or maybe I was just drunk, but I hadn't said a word to anyone all night and I felt the need to say something. To my surprise it was Ready2Play. I wasn't sure what they were doing in that board, or even what the name of it was, but I thought what the hell I could say hello. My fingers typed the words without any thought on my part. "You ok?" I asked. "Who are you?" they asked in reply? "I saw the fight on the other board. That was brutal" I said. There was no response for awhile so I took the chance to look at their profile. It turned out Ready2Play was a 21 year old woman and her picture was smoking hot. Just one more reason I was confused why those other people were being so harsh to her. "Are you here to yell at me to?" she asked "No of course not. Those guys were just assholes. I just wondered in here and when I saw you I thought you could use a friend." I know it sounded corny, but I did feel bad for the girl. From there our conversation opened up and pretty soon she was comfortable enough to give me her regular chat account so we could talk privately without the public forum. I found her real name was Janie and she was going to cosmetology school. We talked all through that night until I was completely sober and ready to pass out. It's strange to think two people could fall in love at first words, but I think that's what we did. We became inseparable. At least, in so far as how much two people can be when they are limited to long distant communication. We called each other after a few times chatting and had long conversations that way to. Eventually we even got web cams so we could see each other as we talked. It took a month before things turned sexual, but I was more then happy when they did. It started out with a strange question. At least, it was strange to me at the time. It was during a late night video chat. "So can I ask you something?" She asked with a catlike look on her face. "Sure." I said trying to sound casual. I was hoping to have some sort of web cam sex if I'm being honest. I hadn't even seen her naked yet and I was going crazy! "When you picture us together, are you top or bottom?" She asked. I had no idea what she was talking about, but I wasn't about to let that ruin what seemed to be a sexual innuendo. "I'm whatever makes you happy." I said with a seductive glance. I loved the smile she gave me for that, and meant what I said all the more for it. "That's good, that's how I look at it to. I just didn't know. When we do phone sex you never mention anything other then my pussy." She said still smiling. I panicked. Had she gotten the idea that I was just into it for the sex? "No it's nothing like that. I love all of you Janie. I've just never done anything like this before." I said. "You've never been with anyone?" She asked with a confused look? "No, just never anyone like you. Just plane boring girls and nothing long-distance like this. You're just so much more to me." That brought the playful smile back for me and my heart finally slowed down. It sped right up again with you next question though. "Have you ever played with ass before?" she asked teasingly. She laughed as my jaw dropped and then continued, "Don't act like you haven't thought of it. You wouldn't be with a girl like me if you hadn't." I guess I had thought about it, but I didn't know what that had to do with her. She was being playful though and I really was young and open minded so I ran with it. "Sure I guess I have. I mean I've seen road-trip. I just haven't ever found a person that wanted to try it with me" She grinned as I spoke. "We'll you've officially found someone." Her eyes narrowed as she spoke and in a whisper she asked, "In fact, why don't you put on a show for me?" My heart was racing. Sure I'd pictured doing naughty things over the webcam with her, but nothing like this! Still, I was so horny for her, and hadn't gotten laid in awhile so I thought what the hell. "Ok, but you have to tell me what to do. I'm a virgin to all this." I said laughing. She was so excited she actually clapped her hands together and her beautiful auburn hair danced around her face leaned forward quickly. "ok, what do you have that's long and narrow, but really smooth?" she asked. I looked around the room and my eyes landed on the new hair brush I'd bought that morning. It had a long polished handle. The only thing is it wasn't all that narrow. I held it up for her and here eyes lit instantly. "You really want to start that big?" she asked and I knew right then I couldn't say no. "I think I can take it." I said with a feigned manly bravado that was nowhere near real. "That's good, because that brush has nothing on me." She said and the predatory look in her eyes made me nervous to say the least. "Ok. I want you to take your pants off and kneel on your chair with your hot ass facing me." She said in a sultry tone. I'd heard it before during phone sex, but this was a whole new scenario. "Wait a second, if I'm doing this what are you doing for me?" I asked with a smile. "I'm already playing with myself if you haven't' noticed, and here," she stopped for a moment and pulled her top off. Her tits were amazing and looked so perfect in every single way. Maybe not huge, but just perfect. "There is that better?" she asked I couldn't' even response. I just assumed the position and looked back over my shoulder waiting. Looking back I saw for the first time that she really was playing with herself, and from the way her arm was going up and down she must have been rubbing something along her clit. "OK, we need it to be good and wet so it slips in. Why don't you suck on it?" she said as she continued to play with herself. I was a bit nervous but I went for it all the same. I started sucking on the handle the same way girls had done to me and I would be lying to say I didn't get into it. I must have been pretty convincing because pretty soon I heard a moan. Looking back her arm was moving even faster and lust was painted across your face. "Oh my god that is so hot. You have to put it in now before I finish. Just go nice and slow and work it around your opening." She said panting. Leaning farther forward I gave her a full shot of my ass and did as I said. I felt self-conscience at first, but her increased moans motivated me to go on. My cock was rock hard, and while only 7 inches I thought it was enough to be proud of. I mean it was somewhat thick and perfectly shaped in my mind. I was glad to finally show it off to her. I brought the brush handle back at last and rubbed it around my asshole and in a strange way I found it very much a turn on and I suddenly had enough playing around. I lined the brush up and pushed it in. It hurt! I mean it really hurt! I pulled it out really fast and waited a moment for the stinging to go away. "Oh was that to much baby. Can't you take it?" she asked with playful mocking in her voice. Looking back I gave her a determined look and tried again. This time I took it slow and let it work itself in. It took me a good 5 minutes to be honest before I was really able to open up and let it start to slide it. Her moans only increased as I did it and that drove me on all the faster. Pretty soon I had the brush all the way in and after a short break I pulled it back out before working it back in. I repeated this for a short while before I felt really open and ready for it and suddenly my cock was rock hard again and ready to explode. I almost forgot Janie if I'm being honest, until she chimed in again. "That's so fucking hot. Fuck your tight ass with that brush." Her moans were getting frantic and I could tell she was getting close. Crazy as it seems, I was holding back myself. "That's it, take it all. Pretend it me, pretend I'm fucking you and about to cum deep inside you." She said completely overcome by her need to orgasm. Suddenly my own orgasm raced through me and I was moaning even louder then her as cum poured out of me. I pull the brush out and turned around to see how she reacted to my finally and saw she was there herself. "You came without even touching yourself. Fuck that's it, I can't hold back anymore. You're so fucking sexy you little slut!" her arm was a blur as she neared her peak. "You want to see it don't you. You want to finally see me come don't you. Jus pretend you on your knees waiting for me!" She said and then everything went crazy. She carefully stood up, never taking her hand away from her cock and stepped back so I could see all of her. You heard that right. Her cock. This beautiful woman I had fallen in love and lust with had a cock just like mine. Even more surreal is it was bigger then mine! Maybe not a monster from a porno but on her petite frame it seemed huge! She worked it like a pro as I sat there transfixed. Suddenly a major moan went through her and she was coming all over the place. It shot out like it would never stop and every blast seemed to send a shockwave of pleasure through her. It lasted at least twice as long as my own orgasm and left her totally drained as she collapsed back into her chair. I was still standing there mute with mouth open wide in shock. Her eyes opened again and she gave me a huge satisfied, but sleepy, grin. "That was so fucking good. Oh my god I can't wait till I get there next week. After this I don't even know what to think us being together in person is going to be like." She said breathlessly before continuing, "I see you like it too, I'm surprised your hard already." She said with that sultry look in her eyes again. I looked down in shock and saw she was true to her word. I was hard a rock again and pre-cum was literally leaking out of me. Looking back up I still couldn't figure out what to say or do so I sat down and couldn't help but give her a sheepish grin in reply. "Ok baby, I have to get cleaned up and I'm sure you do to. Just remember that I wont' be one for a few days, but I'll be there before you know it and then the real fun will start!" With that she blew me a kiss and turned the camera off. I sat like that for some time before my brain turned back on. At last it all came rushing back to me and I was in a panicky all over again. I mean what did this mean and what did it make me? More then that though, all I could really think about was the fact that my girlfriend had a large cock, and she was going to be in sitting with me in person in a matter of days. To top it off, I had no way to get through to her in the meantime because her phone had been turned off and she was driving with her aunt and uncle who loved rustic bed and breakfasts. All I knew was that I was in trouble. In Over My Head Ch. 02 This story is in five parts. Only part four can be considered a standalone story. So if you haven't read part one I would suggest you do so first. What sex there is comes in part three, but it is in no way a stroke story. With any luck this time the parts should be posted on consecutive days. Oh and if you haven't liked my other stuff don't waste your time. My thanks go to Techscan and LadyCibelle for their kind assistance with the editing of this story and correcting the usual clangers that keep my critics so happily amused. But I'm sure you'll find something you don't like in the story somewhere. I would like to point out that my editors do not necessarily agree with my interpretation of the characters or the events portrayed. Any flack should be directed at me. This is a work of fiction and comes solely from my somewhat demented mind. Part 2. An Interesting Idea. The following morning I sat in my kitchen drinking coffee and tried to think how I was going to get to Dawn and what I was going to do about the two lechers that were after her. I didn't know this Dawn or her husband Kevin so a little inside knowledge would be helpful. After digging around in the bureau for a while, I found one of my wife Anita's old address books. Thumbing through it I found the number I was looking for. Now it was all down to nerve; could I call a friend of Anita's and ask her for some information? Well, why the hell not? If I tell her what I'm up to, with any luck she'll understand why I'm doing it and help me. But then again she could tell me to piss-off. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I dialled the number. "Kara, it's Martin Shaw." "Oh, hello, Martin, how are you keeping? I haven't seen Anita for months, you know." As I feared Kara had gone straight onto the defensive, and it was what I expected. Either that or she would tell me to F-off, but at least she was being civil. "No, Kara, I'm not calling about Anita. I saw her the other week and she says she's fine, I only wish I were! She is looking a lot better, now she's not with him anymore." I'd run into Anita in the supermarket one day a few weeks back. It had been one of those embarrassing meetings where we didn't really know what to say to each other. You know it's very hard to know how to behave when you meet someone you are in love with but can't be with anymore. I know I found it painful and will not use that store again as I think that's where Anita must be working. She must have a job as she has never taken any money from our bank accounts. "It broke my heart when you two split up; I really don't know what she saw in that creep." "Sorry, Kara, but I didn't call you to talk about Anita and me. It's someone else's marriage that I'm worried about at the moment. I don't want to see another couple go the way Anita and I did. I think I'm in on the ground floor and might be able to put a stop to things before they get out of hand. But I need some information and you're the only person I can think of to get it for me." "I'll help you if I can. What is it you want to know?" "I'm right in remembering you're the personnel manager for "Archers, aren't I?" "Yes and no. I'm the assistant personnel manager, but you know that the files there are confidential. I can't tell you anything about the people who work for Archers." "Look, this is important. Can I come around and tell you what is going on. I think it's in Archers' interests for you to give me the information I need." "Sure, you can come around if you like. But you're going to need a good reason to get anything out of me on Archers' staff." "Great. Is Reg there now?" "Yes, but what has Reg got to do with it? Oh, of course, you don't want any misunderstandings. Really, Martin, I think you have gotten a little paranoid. I'll tell Reg you're coming. I don't think he has plans to go out; so you're safe. He will act as our chaperone." "Thanks, I'll be around in half an hour." Being that I was in all but name a single man, I didn't want Kara's husband Reg, or any husband come to that, to get the wrong idea. "Look, Kara, when you find the woman you have trusted for ten years is running around on you, you get a whole different prospective on finding a wife alone with another man. I have no intention of ever getting into a compromising situation myself." ----------------------- Less than half an hour later Kara and I were sitting in her kitchen drinking coffee, as she listened to the recording. Well, parts of it; I jumped it about a bit and with a little difficulty located most of the relevant passages. With a four hour recording, that wasn't quite as easy as it sounds. Then Kara literally took over, I hadn't expected her to jump straight in as an ally. "The bloody bastard!" Kara exclaimed, "He'll get the bleeding sack for this if I have anything to do with it. Thanks, Martin, can I have a copy of that recording for my boss to listen to?" "Hold your horses, Kara, don't go off half cocked! He hasn't actually done anything yet. Could you swear it is his voice on that recording? They only used Christian names. Try throwing that at him and you could well finish up on the wrong end of an industrial tribunal." "Bugger! Of course you're right. What can we do then?" "I figured I'd talk to Dawn. I was only going to warn her off. But if you want to make it official, with any luck when this Doug puts the squeeze on her, she can make a complaint of sexual harassment." "With us, Oh I'm sorry! You. I've got no right to interfere in what goes on inside your company. Anyway, if you are keeping close tabs on things and can get a recording of his actual propositioning her, you've got him!" "And what do we do if Dawn doesn't play ball. She might want that promotion and I can't promise it to her." "Simple. I had that worked out already. I'll quietly let her old man know what's going on. I should imagine he'll soon put a bloody stop to it. But then we have the problem that it could get very messy. You should see the blighter. He's a bloody man mountain." "Yeah, Kevin is on the large size. I've met him a few times. But I think he's more likely to kill Douglas. Kevin's supposed to have a terrible temper." "Then let's hope Dawn plays ball." We talked for another hour or so before I went home. Kara said she was going to try and set up a meeting during lunchtime the following week between the two of us and Dawn. She wanted me there, as I had actually witnessed the guys discussing Dawn's seduction. ---------------------------------------------- Kara called me in my office about ten-thirty on the Monday morning and asked me if I could meet with her and Dawn at lunch time. We arranged to meet in the "Plough". (No, I don't spend my whole life in there.) Shortly after Kara rang, her boss called me and thanked me for letting them know what was going on. Typical company man, he was more worried about the firm getting into trouble for sexual harassment than he was about what the consequences were likely to be for Dawn and Kevin's marriage. That was to come back and bite him, but that story comes later. At twelve o'clock I was waiting in the Plough when Kara and Dawn came in. I brought them both a drink and we ordered lunch. Poor old George the barman was very confused. Since I had broken up with my wife he had never seen me in the bar with any female company. Now I was sitting there, having lunch with two very beautiful young ladies and what with me staying late on the Friday night he was dying to know what was going on. For those of you that aren't regular pub goers, on quiet nights a good barman will get quite an insight into his regular customers' lives. Now poor old George was trying to understand why I was doing things that he thought were completely out of character for me. The three of us had settled at a quiet table, then Kara put the ball in my court when she turned to Dawn and said, "Dawn, this is Mr Shaw, the gentleman I told you about. As I told you he called me over the weekend as he was very perturbed about what he overheard being discussed in here on Friday evening. Would you like to tell her Martin?" I hadn't been prepared for this, but luckily I had edited the recording that I had made on Friday evening. I pulled the recorder out my pocket. "I suggest you listen to this yourself, Dawn, and I would suggest you put these earphones on. We don't want everyone in the place to hear it." Dawn, with a somewhat confused look on her face, put the earphones on and I pressed the play button. The confused look promptly disappeared and Dawn's face went through a wide range of different colours and expressions as she listened to the conversation. Involuntary comments came from her mouth at intervals as she listened, I don't think she was aware she made them. "The bastard. --- How dare he say that. --- You bloody sod. --- That's what you bloody think." Dawn went on and on. Kara and I just sat and smiled at one another. Dawn was going to play our game. It only took about fifteen minutes for Dawn to listen to the edited highlights and when the recording ended, she was after someone's blood. It was all Kara and I could do to stop her going back to the office right then and confronting Doug. But in the end we did manage to persuade her to do things our way. After we told her that Kara's plan was to get a recording of Doug propositioning her, she was all for it. So I introduced her to a digital recorder I had purchased for the purpose and showed her how to use it. I must say she was very ingenious as to where she was going to hide it. I don't think I would have thought of that, or maybe I would but I would have had an embarrassing moment while I suggested it. She did have the most impressive pair of Bristol's, the little recorder just disappeared down between them quite nicely. Oh yes, we did a quick test record to make sure the microphone would still pick up. Oh, to be a digital recorder! Kara instructed Dawn exactly how to handle Doug and told her she was available on the office phone any time Dawn thought she needed assistance. She also told Dawn she was to let her know if anyone in the office invited her for a drink after work. Then Dawn turned to me. "Mr Shaw, if you don't mind me asking, why did you want to get involved with my problems?" I looked at Kara. She was slightly embarrassed I think, I don't know how much Anita had told her. They were good friends, but not what you might call bosom buddies. "Well, to by honest with you, Dawn. My wife was seduced by a real sod. I mean it, she was seduced. I'm sure she wouldn't have set out to cheat on me. As far as I can make out he had her spell bound. I think they only had proper sex together once and she swore to me that she wouldn't do it again." Kara was listening just as closely as Dawn was, so I gathered that Anita had not told her the story. "My wife begged me to forgive her and said she loved me. I wanted to and tried my hardest to, but I couldn't get over it. Every time I didn't know were she was I would be wondering what she was doing. My trust for her was gone." "Oh, I'm so sorry." "So am I. I loved Anita and I still do. I don't know if I will ever get over the heartache. People tell me to move on and start again. But I can't, I will never be able to love another woman like I loved Anita." "After the way she treated you, you must be bloody mad." Kara took me by surprise. "She went and shacked up with the bastard." "I don't think Anita's mind was all that well balanced when she moved in with him. You've got to remember we had been trying to make a go of it for months and I wasn't the easiest person to live then. I think the strain was really showing by the time she moved out. That's one of the reasons I didn't try to talk her out of leaving me. We really should have seen a counsellor in the beginning. By the time she left I think she was very near to having a breakdown." "Martin, there you go again. You're blaming yourself for what Anita did." "I don't think I am. I'm saying we should have seen a counsellor. Maybe I could have gotten over it." Dawn, who had gone quiet, suddenly said, "Your wife was a lucky woman. I should think a lot of men wouldn't have tried to forgive her." "I know she was a victim of a wolf who preyed on naïve women. He beat her up in the end and nearly killed her." The conversation was upsetting me now so I pulled the subject back to the matter in hand. "So, young lady, when I heard them talking on Friday and discussing the bet, I decided that I didn't want your marriage to go the same way as mine. Forewarned is forearmed." "What bet?" "Didn't you hear them? There is £100 to the first of them to bring your knickers into the office." "Oh, god, no! I heard them discussing a bet but I didn't realise that is what they meant. How could they do that? They were laughing at me." "And that is why I called Kara. Although I wasn't thinking along the lines she has." "Thank you. Mr Shaw, you are a nice man. I think your wife was very silly to mess around on you." "You're welcome. Anita fell under the influence of an evil man. I don't think she had a chance of outwitting him. Just make sure you don't get caught in the same trap." ------------------------------- Well, for the next week or so nothing much happened. But I was still angry at what Doug had planned. Getting him the sack was one thing but an arsehole like him would probably soon get over it. Surely I could do something else. I had learned his address from Kara so I staked out the place a couple of evenings. One night he came out with a woman I assumed was his wife. She was a very good looking young lady. Why do all these arseholes cheat on their lovely wives? I think I could understand the bastards if they were married to a dog. I followed them to a nearby restaurant and after sitting outside for a while decided to go in and have a meal as well. To be honest at the time I didn't know what I was doing there. But this guy had really gotten under my skin. I sat quite close to them. Luckily Doug had his back to me but I don't think it would have made any difference. He was so into himself that he would never have noticed me. I was a little worried that he might have remembered me from the pub on Friday night. But I wasn't wearing a skirt, was I. The Pratt most likely only had eyes for the ladies. I could just about hear the conversation between him and his wife, and it only re-affirmed my opinion of him. He was talking down to his wife all evening. I don't think I have ever heard someone talk to his wife like that in public and she hardly ever smiled. Not a proper smile anyway. Well, that is until her eyes met mine, I smiled at her and for a brief moment I saw a little light in those eyes. It struck me, as Doug had a reputation as a lady's man, he must have his wife right under his thumb. You know he had her on the back-foot, so to speak, I doubt she would dare question what he got up to when he wasn't at home and I somehow had the feeling she was happier when he wasn't about. Then a wicked idea began to form in my head. I'm not a bad looking bloke. Why don't I see whether I can beat Doug at his own game? That hint of a smile she gave me was all the encouragement I needed. I was going to try and steal Doug's wife. End of part two In Over My Head Ch. 02 Authors note: Sorry for the lack of editing. I only had time to get a singe draft done. I woke up in a haze the next morning. I'd hardly slept at all after my "chat" with Janie, and I was more confused then when I'd first lain down. My mind just couldn't seem to wrap around the fact that she wasn't really a she at all. Everything about her was so feminine, and she was so beautiful. The fact she had a dick was so absurd I almost had myself convinced it was some sort of nightmare. I think I would have just gone with it being a weird dream had I not re-watched the video of our chat. I always recorded them so I could see her during those times we couldn't actually talk, and that left the truth of what happened obvious as I watched her orgasm all over again on the recording. After it finished playing all I could think about were her last words, that she would see me soon. Luckily my room mate was going to be out of town for awhile, so I at least didn't have to deal with him. It's safe to say I was a bit manic as I attempted to re-trace my previous steps that night I first met her in the chat room. Lucky for me, it was still in my history so I was able to quickly track it down. Reading the title I saw that it didn't say LOTS as I had previously thought. Instead it was LGBT's. I knew I'd heard that term before, but I could remember what it was all about. Having a new clue I ran a quick Google search on the acronym and found out it stood for lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transsexual. Going back to the chat room I read some of the conversations being had and it was obvious that it was a gay dating room. The fight from before, and being drunk I'm sure, had distracted me fully from where I'd entered. It's not that I was homophobic; I just never really questioned my own orientation so the topic didn't really come across my mind most days. It was very much on my mind now though, and for the first time I realized how little I truly knew about gay people. Worse then that, I suddenly found myself questioning everything about my own sexuality. I mean it should be easy. I don't like guys so I'm not gay, right? We'll that didn't really apply in my situation. I glanced at the clock and realized I was late for class. The thought of rushing out crossed my mind, but the urge to know more quickly over-ruled it. Page after page flashed by as I read through one site after another. The main thing I got out of it was that there were way to many terms being through around. I mean TS, TG, TV, TSTV, CS, Pre-Op, Post-op, Non-op. It's insane that they could literally try to apply so many labels to what accounted to a man that was really a woman, or maybe it was the other way around. All I knew is I was even more confused then when I started. Before long I gave up on trying to figure out exactly what Janie was and instead I turned to porn. I know that's probably not the right answer, but that was the big question in my head. How exactly was all of this supposed to work? One of the first things I read about was how vulgar a term shemale was considered, but all the same I typed it in. The search engine was all to happy to send me millions of sites to peruse. Just as before, I jumped from site to site and watched countless acts involving every possible combination of a transsexual and a man. The whole time I was half terrified, but another small part of me was also amazed that I had stumbled onto another world of sex I had never imagined before. My dick was a water witching stick, going up and down every few seconds. I'd get hard before things got to intense and then I'd go limp in fright as I'd watch some poor guy scream as his ass was reamed. Again, porn was probably not the right place to look for answer. At last I gave up and turned my computer off. I was so mentally exhausted from all my twisted thoughts that I gave in and laid back down. Thankfully sleep was not so allusive this time around. I slept for what felt like minutes, but awoke to find it was already evening. Even crazier, I was fully hard and my heart was racing. My dreams were quickly fading, but I could remember Janie and her cock taking a large role in them. I rolled out of bed and thought about getting something to eat, but instead I grabbed my half empty bottle of whiskey. As I poured my first drink my thoughts started flowing again and I found they had turned to how I felt about Janie herself. It was strange to think I still thought of her as a woman, but I did. I still wanted her to be a woman, I still wanted to lover her like one, but it was all so crazy now. Those thoughts filled my head as I proceeded to drink myself unconscious. ** The next few days flew by in a drunken haze. Before I knew it I was waking up to the day she was going to arrive. I was still no closure to having any answers, but I knew I couldn't figure it out without talking to her about it. I decided no matter how things went I would at least let her stay with me. After all, she came all the way to see me, and there was no way I'd be a jerk and leave her on the street. Strangely enough, I found myself excited to finally meet her in person. Sexual confusion aside, I did get along with her better then anyone else I'd met in college and she had a great personality. I reasoned to myself that I'd at least found an interesting friend if nothing else. That thought gave me a sense of clarity that I'd lost over the last few days. Realizing for the first time how bad I smelled, I decided it was time to get cleaned up. I jumped in the shower and scoured every inch of myself. I came out feeling revitalized and seeing she would be arriving soon I quickly got dressed. I was just finishing a quick cleanup when I heard a car pull-up outside the house. My heart immediately started to race and I through the broom in a corner and hurried to open the door. Looking out I saw her getting out of a small station-wagon and seeing her uncle unloading her bags I walked out to great them. She heard my approach and turning to see me her face lit with a huge grin and she literally ran to meet me. Before I knew what was happening she was leaping through the air, and suddenly had her arms and legs wrapped around me in a tight hug. I held her against me and let myself enjoy the moment as I held her in my arms. At last she pulled back and I carefully sat her down. She was even more beautiful then I remembered. I sat staring at her awkwardly and she just smiled back. I caught myself looking for some sign that she was actually the man I knew her to be, but there was nothing that didn't shout that she was a beautiful woman. "So are you going to say hello or just stare at me like a creep?" She asked with a playful note to her voice. I couldn't help but grin as I replied; " I don't mind being a creep if it means I get to stare a bit longer." That made her smile grow, but before she could reply her aunt and uncle came walking up with her luggage. "You must be Rob" her uncle said as he set the bags down and extended his hand towards me. I nodded in response as traded a quick handshake. His grip tightened at the last moment as he evaluated me, but then seeming to come to a decision he let go and smiled. "We'll, she's all yours then. Be careful she doesn't tear the place down around you, she's been going crazy being cooped up in the car with us." He said as He gave Janie a shoulder hug. "Hey, it wasn't that bad." She replied with feigned indignation. Her uncle raised his hands in mock defense before her aunt spoke up. "You two have fun and be safe now. We'll be back in a week to pick you up Janie, but call if you need anything in the meantime." She gave her niece a warm smile and then they both said their goodbye's. Janie and I watched them go and moments later they were in the car and driving away. "Here, let me grab those for you." I said as she started to reach for her luggage. I picked up her bags and motioned for her to follow me into the house. After setting her luggage down in the living room we found ourselves in the kitchen as I offered her a drink and again I found myself staring at her as she leaned against the island. Her hair was redder then I first realized, and she couldn't have been much over five and a half feet tall. Giving her body once over I figured she had to weigh close to a hundred pounds if I guess correctly. She happened to turn to face me at the worst possible time, just as I was staring at her crotch trying to see if I could make out her private parts. I looked up to see that familiar grin on her face and I could feel my own face quickly turning red. "Didn't ogle me enough out on the lawn?" she asked with an arched eyebrow that was made less harsh by the glee in her eyes. "Sorry, I've just been thinking about you non-stop since we last spoke." I said with a sheepish smile. She walked towards me and I had to look down to meet her eyes. "Don't feel bad, I've been doing the same thing." She said as she reached towards me. The next thing I knew we were locked together and making out with an intensity that took my breath away. She was an aggressive kisser and our tongues slid together as our hands wondered over each other. At last the frantic pace of our kissing slowed and we pulled apart. For a short while we simply looked at each other and for the second time that day I found myself forgetting about my earlier worries. The clock on the stove happened to catch my attention and I remembered that I had a gift for her. "Wait here for a moment, I got something for you." I said. "You didn't have to get me anything!" she said softly, but when I made no move to leave she ushered me on, "We'll go get it!" Smiling I went back to my desk in my bedroom and grabbed the envelope I'd left there. Returning to the kitchen I handed it to her and then explained. "I figured for our first date together we should go all out." I said. She opened the envelope and found the tickets to a show and dinner reservations. "This is so amazing Rob, you seriously didn't have to do this." She said but her excitement shined through and I loved seeing it. "I just wanted everything to be perfect." I said. For whatever reason saying that my thoughts turned back to my earlier worries, but I refused to give in. "We'll have to leave soon to make it in time for the show. I hope you don't mind waiting till dinner till afterwards, it was the only time I could get the reservation for." In response she just smiled and quickly grabbed her bag and went of to get ready. I myself was already set to go as I'd gotten dressed up to great her, so I waited patiently in the living room. The sun was already setting and I couldn't help but get even more excited for our night as I sat there. At last she came out, and she was wearing a red dress that made her look so beautiful it took my breath away. It was sexy without being to over the top, and it fit her like it was meant only for her. Not wanting to have yet another awkward silence I forced myself out of my reverie and made my way over to her. Placing my hand gently on her hip I smiled as I said, "You look amazing." She smiled in response and then reached out to feel the jacket I'd just put on as I waited for her. "You don't look to bad yourself." She replied. Not wanting to be late, I offered her my arm and together we quickly made our way out to the car. It wasn't a far drive, and I spent the time asking about her trip over. She'd had a good, if boring, time with her aunt and uncle, but she was clearly glad to be away from them. I in turn made small talk about my school. I'd thought about letting her know I hadn't really known about what she was, but I didn't want to ruin our night. The show we were going to was normally an acrobatic act in Vegas, but they also traveled around the country. It was apparently a risqué version that only adults could attend. I'd bought the tickets before she'd left and I was a bit worried I'd made a bad choice, but just being with her was making everything seem less dire then it had been. We arrived just in time and quickly made our way inside. The show had special couples seating which I'd paid extra for, and we were escorted to a small private loveseat the back that was just for the two of us. We still had a perfect view of the stage and she cuddled in me as the show began. The lights went down and then the performers came out and began to dance and perform all sorts of crazy acrobatics. It really was an adult show though as each act had it's own naughty theme, and most of the actors were semi-naked. A quarter of the way through the show I felt Janie's hand on my leg start to shift as she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Can I have your jacket?" I nodded and quietly pulled my jacket off and handed to her. She draped it across our laps and then leaned into me again. This time her hand ran all the way over my thigh and came to a rest on my quickly hardening cock. "I don't know about you but this show is turning me on like crazy." She said as he hand definitely unzipped my pants and snaked into my underwear. I could only moan in response as she began to gently message my head and shaft. This went on for a short while as I simply sat there and enjoyed the sensations she was giving me. Then, for no reason I could tell, I came to a decision. I decided right then I was going to figure out if I could really go through with being with her or not. Almost as if it had a will of it's own my own hand slipped under the jacket and found it's way to her thigh. The feel of her black nylon garters turned me on even more and felt the curve of her thigh as my hand traveled down towards her panties. Reaching them I gently felt around and was confused to not find anything there to meet my hand. Guessing my intentions she stopped playing with me for a moment and shifted, and suddenly her cock sprung up and was in my hand as she settled back down. It was already semi-hard and it filled my hand completely. I spent a moment just feeling it's length as it quickly hardened further in my hand. It was surprisingly soft and yet also firm in my grip. I traveled down it's length and felt her hairless balls nestled at it's base. Looking at her I watched as she shivered with pleasure each time I moved my hand. Seeing the effect I was having motivated me to keep going and I slowly started to work my hand up and down her shaft. A soft moan left her lips and her own hand sped up causing a fresh wave of pleasure to flash through me. I could feel myself getting close to cuming and I knew she must be to as pre-cum was filling my hand, making it easier to glide my fingers up and down her length. She leaned into me and with a breathless whisper asked, "Let me know when you're close." "I am right now." I said in an equally breathless reply. Hearing that she gave me a grin and then suddenly she was leaning over and slight shift of the jacket was all it took for her to get my cock in her mouth. The explosion of sensation burned through me and I was cuming out of control. She never slowed down and it wasn't until I was completely finished that she quietly leaned back up. I'd stopped stroking her as I came, but her cock was throbbing in my hand as she looked me in the eyes and then leaned in to kiss me. I was shocked to find she still had my cum in her mouth and it spilled into mine as our tongues danced together. The taste was shocking, and not all together pleasant, but I was so turned on by what we were doing that I just went with it. Before long she pulled away, and then resting her head against my chest she moved her hips gently to remind me I still had work to do. So much pre-cum and leaked from her dick that my hand now glided effortlessly along her length. Her hips kept moving it little thrusts as she fucked my hands and I felt my own dick start to harden again seeing the effect I was having on her. I went even faster and I knew she was going to cum any minutes, but then suddenly the show was coming to an end. She let out a frustrated moan and leaned in to ask, "What should we do?" "I can't walk out of here like this." She replied motioning to the large tent she was making against my jacket. Realizing she needed to finish I quickened my pace and tried to beat the show to the end. Her moans came faster and faster and I knew I was close as my hand moved like lightening. "Stop, I can't cum like this. If I do it'll get all over my dress and your jacket. We still have dinner after this." She said with sexual frustration clear in your voice. Once again I realized what I needed to do, and without thinking I quickly leaned over and sliding my jacket aside I took her cock into my mouth. She let out a startled moan, which only increased as I swirled my tongue around her head. Her pre-cum had a surprisingly sweet taste to it that drove me crazy with lust and I found myself trying to remember every thing I'd ever had a girl do for me. Her soft thrusting took on a faster pace as she began to fuck my mouth and I must have done something right because only moments later her hand was pushing my head down as she started to cum. The first shot took me by surprise and nearly choked me as it went straight down my throat. It was followed my shot after thought of thick cum, but I was able to keep it in my mouth as she seemed to come forever. By the time she finally finished my mouth was so full I didn't know how I could pull my mouth off without spilling, so I swallowed it all. This brought another moan from Janie and I carefully milked the last few drops from her so they didn't spill onto her dress. At last her dick started to soften in my mouth so I gently tucked it back into her panties and sat up. She gave me a giant relieved grin and then laughed softly as she wiped a bit of cum off of the corner of my mouth. Looking around I realized the show had fully ended, but the lights were still dim as people made their way out. Luckily it didn't seem like anyone had noticed. Looking back to Janie who still had the relaxed smile on her face as she stroked my hair. "Are you ready for dinner, or did you get full swallowing all of that?" she asked with a playful tone in her voice. I could only smile in response. In Over My Head Ch. 03 This is not a standalone story. You should read Chapter 1 & 2 first. It is also not a stroke story so if that's your bag, don't waste your time. My thanks go to Techscan and LadyCibelle for their kind assistance with the editing of this story and correcting the usual clangers that keep my critics so happily amused. But I'm sure you'll find something you don't like in the story somewhere. I would like to point out that my editors do not necessarily agree with my interpretation of the characters or the events portrayed. Any flack should be directed at me. This is a work of fiction and comes solely from my somewhat demented mind. Part 3, The Tables Turn Right, I had decided to steal the arsehole's wife. Surely that can't be too hard to do? Christ, an arsehole had managed to get my wife to betray me, when I treated her as a queen and she loved me. Now there's no question about that, so don't all you 'know it all's' try telling me she didn't. Anita got caught up in the moment. This Doug appeared to me to treat his wife with contempt, he ran around shagging every bird he could get his hands on. Very shortly he was going to be out of a job. No matter what he told his wife; someone was going to let her know exactly why he did get fired. I wonder who that was going to be? OK, having made my decision. All I had to do is find out how to go about doing it. I already had one instruction manual in my wife's written confession to me as to how that arsehole had seduced her and what they had done. I hoped it was as detailed as I had asked. You know, I had never read the bloody thing, but I did now. Now! That was not a good idea! I love Anita and reading how that Pratt conned her really upset me. Still I had put my emotions aside. I was intending to take another man's wife away from him. You do get that, don't you? I wasn't looking to have an affair with her; I was going steal her from him completely. That was the difference between him and me, you see. If I had an affair with her, I would the same kind of arsehole as he is. I was intending to break-up his marriage and offer her the opportunity to come and live with me. That's not too bad an offer, you know. I've got plenty of money, a nice house and I'm not a bad looking bloke. I guess I was five or six years older then her, but that's not an uncommon age difference. I do know how a lady should be treated and to really clinch it, I have been bloody lonely since my wife left me. Now from reading what had gone on with Anita, it appeared to me that the trick was not to put the lady on her guard when you first got to know them. So I had to engineer a meeting with her that wouldn't make her suspicious, then slowly and quietly get closer to her. No, wait just a minute. If I could catch her when her defences are down? Now that was going to call for timing. I would need to get to know her before the shit hits the fan over Dawn. Then when Doug gets the push and his wife finds out it was because he was trying to get into Dawn's pants, she should be feeling very low. A nice new friend, who boosts her self-esteem, I should be at least half-way there. Then if I can somehow show her what her so-called loving husband has been up to in the past, the job might be done. Well, I hoped it would. I was on new territory here. Kara was happy to tell me that Doug's wife's name was Leanne. They had been married for ten years and there were no children in the marriage. That was one thing I didn't have to worry about. Kids could have been a complication. Kara had done some snooping around and had come up with the names of three women whom Doug was reputed to have had a fling with in the past. Apparently they had all left the company and Kara thought there could be some connection between their leaving and their affairs with Doug. There were two women still on the payroll whom Kara had reason to believe had also had a thing going on with Doug. But we couldn't approach them as we didn't know if they were still what you might call 'active'. I hadn't told Kara what I was planning to try to do with Leanne. I don't think she would have approved somehow. Now having money came in handy. I called a private investigator that we have used at the office on occasions. I got him to put some staff on tracking down the women who had left Archers and to get me a full profile on Leanne. Where she went and what she liked, everything, with daily reports on Leanne. Time was short so I had to get to know Leanne before Doug made his play for Dawn. They came up trumps on the staff who had left. One of them claimed that she had a thing going with Doug until he tried to make her have sex with his boss so he could have a lever on him. Christ, the bugger wanted to blackmail his boss. That report went straight to Kara and we both wondered whether he had succeeded in getting any of his other conquests to acquiesce. Kara went through the yearly appraisals in Doug's records and came to the conclusion that he probably had. According to his records he had been the model employee for the last three years and never put a foot wrong, whereas his older appraisals were not what you would call glowing. Kara didn't go into details. Leanne, to my regret, was into the fitness thing and went to the gym for a couple of hours every morning before going on to her part-time job at a children's nursery. Then she would go to the library for an hour or so before going home. She was apparently into reading romance novels. This I took to be a good thing, perhaps she wanted some romance in her life. I was hoping to be just the man to put it there. But the only place I could see to break the ice with her was at that bloody gym. No, I'm not into the fitness thing. Bugger, I'd have to put on a bloody good show and hopefully not kill myself in the process. A quick phone call got me membership and an immediate appointment with a personal trainer. I wasn't looking forward to this but somehow I managed to fall on my feet again. The trainer turned out to be the daughter of an old friend. I had known Abigail since she was a baby (she was the result of a tryst behind the bike sheds at school). Her parents and I had always been friends. "Uncle Marty!" Abigail cried as I walked through the door. "What are you doing here?" Abigail was no fool; she had known me all her life. She knew I wasn't there to get fit. As she was showing me around the place and how to use the equipment, she was pumping me for all she was worth. In the end I told her that I wanted to get acquainted with someone. "Uncle Marty, you randy old man. Who are you after? I'm sure I can help you to arrange something." "Abigail." "Oh, come on, uncle Marty, you need someone in your life now that auntie Ann has gone. Sorry, should I have mentioned her?" "Abbie, Anita was part of your growing up. Never be afraid to talk about her to me." "Thanks, but come on, tell me, who's the lucky lady you're after? I can put you together on machines next to each other." "She's a married woman, Abbie. I don't want you to get into trouble for being involved." "Hey, I'm not a child anymore and there's so much hanky panky going on around here, no one will ever notice. I caught a bank manager and a local counsellor's wife at it in the sauna last week. No names though; my lips are sealed and I got a loan for my new car out of it, at very low interest." "Christ, you're worse than your father. He's always been a wheeler dealer!" "Like father, like daughter. I've still got my student loans to pay off yet." "I've told you before, if you ever need money - - - ." "Uncle Martin, like I said before, while I can, I'll stand on my own two feet, but I really appreciate the offer. Now who's this woman you're after?" "All right, Leanne Mitchell." "Leanne, that's marvellous. Her husbands a right Prick. "Abbie!" "Well, he is. He used to come here and had the cheek to try it on with me. He got short shift, I'll tell you. He stopped coming after Leanne started; clipped his wings a bit having the wife about. I wonder if she did it on purpose? You know, to stop him chatting up the other ladies." After that I let Abbie get on with it. She showed me the machines and how to use them. Then she told me to be there just before nine in the morning; she was Leanne's personal trainer as well and she planned to put us on machines next to each other. But she wanted me settled before Leanne came in. She said until I got to know Leanne a little, it was best if she brought Leanne over to me. Abigail also warned me not to look too interested; Leanne was pretty adept at handling wolves. --------------------- With more than a little trepidation, I presented myself for Abbie's inspection the following morning, dressed in my new track suite and trainers. Christ, those things make your bloody feet sweat. Abbie put me on a training cycle and after playing with the controls, told me to watch the door in the mirror wall. I was to sit there and wait, then when I saw the door open I was to start pedalling and keep the meter reading five, no more or I wouldn't last the course. She was going to put Leanne on the cycle next to me. I thought it strange that there was no one else in the gym as there were half a dozen or so men in the changing room. Abbie told me she had put all the others in the other gym. It was a big place. About five minutes later I saw the door start to open and began to pedal for all I was worth. Big mistake, the meter went up to fifteen and Abbie told me to slow down the moment she came into the room. She came over with Leanne and promptly turned my mistake into an advantage. "Mr. Shaw!" Abbie scolded me, "Take it easy, this is only your first day. You must work up to things slowly or you could do yourself some injury. Leanne, would you mind keeping an eye on Mr. Shaw for me? I've got to go and check something in the office." "Of course I will, Abigail, you've always been so helpful to me." 'Abigail, I could kiss you' I thought. She was just as savvy as her father. Leanne and I started talking right away and shortly Abbie returned and moved us both onto one of those bench things and had us helping each other with the weights. Then we were on the walking machines. I had a problem working out why we were on walking machines, Christ, I walk around all day, don't I? But I don't ever suggest you trying to argue that one out with your personal trainer. I know I was sorry I mentioned it. Leanne and I got on very well and somehow without making it too obvious (I thought), I managed to invite her to join me for a coffee. She said she usually had a sauna and a swim, but a coffee sounded nice. Why didn't I keep my bloody mouth shut? Ah well, there was always tomorrow in the sauna and pool. We went down to the coffee lounge and sat talking about nothing until it was nearly time for Leanne to got to work. Then she suddenly said to me. "Didn't I see you in the restaurant the other night?" "Yes, you did. I wasn't sure it was you though." "I thought it was you. It's a small world, isn't it?" For a moment I had thought she had sussed me. But, if she had, she let it pass. "Yes, its surprising who you run into, isn't it. Who was that you were with the other night? Your husband?" Leanne's face said all I wanted to know. At the mention of Doug her face dropped for a moment but she quickly recovered her composure, showing that bright smile she hadn't been showing in the restaurant. Ah, so maybe she wasn't the loving wife anymore. Maybe she'd had enough of Doug's antics. Could be I had my timing just right. I certainly hoped so. For the rest of the week we exercised together. No, that's not right. Leanne exercised, I knackered myself trying to keep up with her. Anyway things went very well and we started sharing one of the saunas on the second day. God, she looked good in her leotard but I had one hell of a problem controlling myself when she was only wrapped in a towel. It was while we were in the sauna that I realised that my job had already been done for me. Leanne was very quietly and surreptitiously enquiring about my life. I came to realise, even if she didn't, Leanne was on a fishing trip herself; maybe not for an affair, but for friends. It appeared she was a very lonely woman. From what she did say I soon began to comprehend she wanted out of her marriage and away from a man whom she had grown to despise. I didn't push things because I didn't know if she realised what she was doing. But I made sure she knew that I was quite happy with a platonic relationship and would offer her any assistance she needed. By the middle of the second week she had told me how Doug had been playing around ever since they had been married. She said she had no proof but she had smelt the scent and found the strange hairs. At times he would turn cold to her when he had a girlfriend. But then he would turn all lovey dovey again when the affair was over. By now she was sitting on the same bench as me when we were in the sauna and sometimes we were quite close to one another. I carefully started gently touching her arms and hands, just the odd touch to attract her attention as I said something. I don't know where I heard that those little touches are meant to show affection and I was pleasantly surprised when she did the same to me. Slowly something I hadn't really expected started to happen. I had started to fall in love with Leanne. On the Monday of the third week the shit hit the fan. Doug propositioned Dawn and the sky fell in on him. God, I would have loved to have been there. Dawn and Kara had a code set up between then. When Doug called Dawn into his office, Dawn had sent Kara a text that told her Dawn thought it was going down. Shortly after, Dawn told Doug to stick his appendage in a coffee grinder. Kara, her Boss and two security men escorted Doug from the building. On the Tuesday Leanne never turned up at the gym. I got Abigail to call her to make sure she was all right. Leanne told Abbie she was fine and would be at the gym as usual on Wednesday. Wednesday morning Leanne and I had our usual work out. Leanne was very quiet and didn't say anything, until we got into the sauna. Once inside she told me that her husband had been fired from his job. Apparently he had got drunk on the Monday evening and had stayed in bed most of Tuesday. Leanne had taken it on herself to call Archers and ask why he had been let go and had been told by a woman in the personnel department that he had sexually harassed a female member of the staff. Leanne said she had spent the rest of the day trying to figure out the logistics of leaving him and had gone to see a solicitor. But her problem was she had little money; the solicitor told her she would get half of everything in a settlement. But it appeared that there was very little cash in the bank. Leanne didn't know what Doug did with the money. I suspect he knew Leanne would catch him one day and quietly moved all the spare cash to an offshore account somewhere. He was good; my accountants never did find it. Leanne never went home again. At my invitation she came home with me and moved into one of my spare rooms. I, with the help of a couple of friends went round to collect her clothes and things. These guys had done some heavy work (partly on my account) in the past and one of their wives stayed with Leanne whilst we went. After at first arguing with us, Doug decided that discretion was the better side of valour and allowed us to remove everything Leanne wanted. I think he was confused that a police car was parked by the curb, but the officers didn't need to get involved. I knew that if Doug had stepped out of line, he'd have found himself in the nick before his feet touched the ground. It's good to have friends. Leanne settled in and over the next few months we grew close. Now don't go kidding yourselves, we are not in love like I was with Anita. But I think we were in love. We were sharing my bed well before her divorce was final. It was an eye opener for me. I still loved Anita but I also loved Leanne. I think now I knew what Anita must have felt when she was first under that arsehole's influence. Leanne asked for nothing. She behaved like the perfect wife although we were not married. I was still married to Anita; we never had made our separation legal. Sex with Leanne was unbelievable. When you've been celibate for a year or so, it's fantastic to get back into action. But if I really had to choose, Anita was the better of the two. Not that anyone would want to kick Leanne out of bed. It was many months later that Leanne finally told me she had me taped from the beginning. She had noticed me watching the house and recognised my car when Doug and her had left the restaurant. She had also been aware of the female private detective asking questions about her. When I turned up at the gym, she guessed it was a set-up and had over-heard Abbie call me 'uncle' a couple of times. I asked her why she had played along and not challenged me. "I was lonely and you seemed a nice man. Abigail is a sweet kid. If you were connected to her, I knew you wouldn't mean me any harm. And then I fell in love with you. But why did you chase me?" "Now that is a complicated story. Can't we just say I fancied you?" "No, you can't. Samantha told me all about you when you went to get my stuff from the house. I know that Doug didn't seduce Anita. So why were you taking your revenge on him?" Now some women can be very dumb sometimes. How come I manage to find one who has suddenly got so bloody clever? After all, she was dumb enough to marry Doug in the first place; now she had me taped. Well, the game was really up. I told Leanne the full story. When I finished, she came over and gave me a hug, said I was a nice, kind-hearted man, and that she and Dawn were very lucky those guys had sat by me in the pub that day. Then she took my hand and led me into the bedroom. "I want to thank you for helping me and Dawn," she said. "And show you how much I love you." I was just beginning to realise how lucky I was that those two wankers had sat by me in the Pub that night as well. Well, that's it. I've got myself a lovely new common law wife and we are very happy together. What the hell happened to Doug? I must admit I really don't know. He couldn't get another job locally, as Archers would not give him a reference for obvious reasons. He did try to use a forged one but got caught out on that. He was forced to sell the house to pay Leanne's divorce settlement. As I said, my accountants couldn't find any other cash. Being the vindictive bugger I am, and figuring he must have stashed a fair proportion of his not inconsiderable salary abroad over the years, I arranged for the Inland Revenue to give him some strife; once those buggers get their teeth into you, they never let go. Leanne had a good memory as to what their household expenses had been, so the IR was looking for the interest on a good few hundred thousand. As far as I can gather Doug eventually left the country. Either that or he did a bloody good disappearing act. The End (or is it?) Two more chapters. In Over My Head Ch. 04 This is the fourth part of a five part story and it could be read as a stand alone. I would suggest that you read part's One through Three first though. There is no sex to speak of. So if you are looking the stroke stuff? Click the back button now! My thanks go to Techscan and LadyCibelle for their kind assistance with the editing of this story and correcting the usual clangers that keep my critics so happily amused. But I'm sure you'll find something you don't like in the story somewhere. I would like to point out that my editors do not necessarily agree with my interpretation of the characters or the events portrayed. Any flack should be directed at me. This is a work of fiction and comes solely from my somewhat demented mind. Part 4 – Anita's Story I push the stiff door open, stagger inside, collapse onto the scruffy old bed, put my head in my hands and have my nightly cry. How had I brought myself to this, living in this tatty little bed-sit on my own. I had a good life, a nice house with a gentle loving husband who had given more than I ever wanted. But I had thrown all that away. I had turned that good man into monster, who would find fault in everything I did. Who would drive me insane with his constant unspoken questions, about where I'd been and who I'd been with. In the end I couldn't stand it anymore and felt forced to leave him. But it was I who had turned him into the man he is now. You will never believe how it started. One of the girls in the accounts department where I work, had got pregnant and decided she wasn't coming back after she had the baby, she was going to be a stay at home mum. My boss told me that if I went to night classes and learnt how to use the accounts software they were using, I could have her job. It was more money and I thought it would be much better than the work I was doing, so I looked into what courses the local college was running. They had a ten week course starting in a couple of weeks later, it was just what I needed and the timing was perfect. When I got home from work that night I told my husband Martin about the job offer and the night school course. He as always, was very enthusiastic and encouraged me to go for it. That was Martin all over back then, he was always so supportive of anything I've ever wanted to do. When I think of all the hare brained things I have done over the years, I don't think he ever once put up an objection. He encouraged me when I wanted to start horse ridding again, and even offered to buy me a horse. Then there was the ballroom dancing classes, I know he hated it, but he took me every week for months until I lost interest and there had been many other short lasting hobbies. When I first met Martin, I was working on the tills at the local supermarket. He started coming in two or three times a day. Often buying no more than a can of soft drink and he always came to my till. He appeared very shy, in the beginning he would just smile as he paid me, after a while he started just saying hallow and asking how I was, then we would have a little chat Mrs Sanders the supervisor, started telling me off, as he would be at my till for some time, keeping me occupied whilst other customers were waiting. But I told her, I couldn't be rude to him. One day she asked me if I liked him, I said that I did, but I didn't think he had the nerve to ask me out. "Well, we'll soon see about that!" she replied, "You are here to serve our customers, not talk to your admirers." The next time Martin came in I could see her watching him through the office spy window. Martin got his can of Coke and walked over to the cash tills. The other two till lines were empty, but he came and stood behind the customer that I was serving. As I finished serving the lady, out of the corner of my eye I saw Mrs Saunders come out of the office. She came striding down the store like she was on a mission; I was worried and wondered what she was going to say to Martin. "Excuse me young man". She almost bellowed at him. Martin was taken by surprise and spun around to look at her. "Would you mind telling me your name?" "Martin, Martin Shaw." He answered, looking very nervous and somewhat taken aback. "Well, Mr Martin Shaw, this young lady is Miss Anita Thomas. There! Now you've been introduced, so you can get on and ask her to go out with you, and after she has said yes, you can leave her alone to get on with her job." Then in a much softer voice. "Oh by the way, she's off shift at seven, perhaps you can meet her and go for a drink or something. With that, she stormed off again. Martin turned back to me his face had turned beetroot red. "Anita, would you like to go for a drink?" He sheepishly asked. Of course I said yes and the next thing I knew, we were going steady. I had always taken Mrs Saunders to be a bit of an old cow, but I think she really had a heart of gold. Mrs Saunders would always ask after Martin, and six months later when I showed her my engagement ring she was very happy for me. The funniest thing she ever did was at our wedding, we were stood in the reception line, when Mrs Saunders's got to Martin she gave him a bill for a can of Coke. Martin and both looked at her confused, and she told us that Martin and I hadn't realised that he had never paid for his can of Coke that day. I soon found out Martin was not the shy man I had taken him for, it appeared that it was only me he was shy with. Well, until he got to know me, and he got to know me very intimately, very quickly, if you know what I mean. Martin and I were marred a year after we met. Martin unlike me, was very cleaver and had a really good job in his fathers business. Well, it had been the family business but his father had sold out to some big organisation. Martin was on a very good salary and it appeared he was able to work when he liked. It was only later that I discovered he was a kind of figure head. He had a great chunk of the companies stock and could really do just as he liked. I think he liked being what was the equivalent of the boss and being in on the negotiations for new contracts and things, I don't think he really needed to be there, but he claimed the people the company dealt with, like to meet a 'Shaw' when they did business. We or should I say Martin, (I never had any money until I married him) bought a great big detached house just off the high street for us to live in. Unfortunately we were soon to find out that I couldn't have children. I thought that Martin would get upset about it, as he had said that he was looking forward to having lots of children. But he was wonderful about it and never showed his disappointment. I was very upset when the doctors told me the news and got very depressed, but Martin was my rock and helped me get over it. He persuaded me to leave the shop and get an office job with more sociable hours. I didn't think I was cleaver enough, but he assured me that I was. I'm glad he did, as I soon found I was just as cleaver as all the other girls. Martin and I had ten wonderful years together until I started that bloody training course. There were nine girls and three men on it and after the first week nearly all of us started going over to the pub for a drink after the class. That's when the bastard who ruined my marriage laid a trap for me. But I never realised what he was up to at the time. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, I can look back now and see every step he took. His name was Brian, he was about six foot and quite handsome. He never made a pass at any of the girls or anything, that I was aware of. He just acted like everyone else and pretended to discuss the course. It was only later that I realised, during those chats in the pub, he was never saying he didn't understand this or that. It was Brian who was answering everyone's questions, putting us all straight. I know now he didn't need to be on the course; he was on a fishing trip and I was just one of the stupid fish he caught. But God he was cleaver about it, he never showed favouritism in who he helped, he was just helpful and friendly to everyone. You know it was just like being back at school, we were all friends together, a nice little gang. We all got on very well with the course, I think mainly due to Brian's help and the tutor was very pleased with us. Towards the end of the ten weeks we were all quite proud of ourselves and as we were getting on so well, we didn't have to study so hard. The conversations in the pub had started to move away from the course and on to more everyday subjects. One evening one of the girls, Samantha, let on she spoke Spanish. I speak Spanish a little as Martin and I go there on holiday every year, and I said it would be nice to be able to be fluent in it. Brian hadn't been sitting near us and I had no reason to believe he heard me say about improving my Spanish. On the last week of the course I saw Brian studying a brochure of the colleges courses and I asked him if he was going to do some other courses. He said that he was planning of doing the Spanish course that started in a week or so's time, that went on for twenty weeks. Christ! I was so naive, now I realise he was playing the fish, but I never saw it back then. I just said, I wouldn't mind doing the course as well. Well that was it, he had me and but I didn't have a clew about it, or what he was up too. Martin as he always did, encouraged me to do the Spanish course, I only wish now he hadn't been so bloody supportive of everything I wanted to do The first evening of the Spanish course was very different to the little accounts course, there were about thirty people on it. Mostly youngsters in their late teens and early twenties, with a few retired people. The only person I knew there was Brian and we naturally teamed up straight off, and as before we went over the pub for a drink after the class. But this time, instead of a whole gang of us going, there was just Brian and me. I didn't take any notice as by now it had become a habit to go and have a quiet drink and a chat. I didn't notice that now we were talking about each other and our lives. I didn't register that the little complements he had started throwing my way, were making me feel good. Like telling me how nice I looked and how well I was picking up Spanish. But it was all having a subtle effect on me. If I had taken notice of how his attitude had changed, I might have had a chance of understanding what he was up to. God, when I worked on the tills I'd learnt how to deal with wolves. But then, they weren't dressed in sheep's clothing! I think it was on the third or fourth week I first saw Brian's sports car. It was a lovely little thing and he was very proud of it. A Morgan he called it, an old fashion looking car, but apparently brand new and very expensive. I think it was on the fifth week he took me for a run in it after class and we went to a different pub. God riding in that car was a thrill. You are very low down and it feels like you are going very fast, with the wind blowing in your hair. Looking back now, I wonder if he didn't spike my drink a little because I did feel a little light headed on the way back. He took me back to my car and always the gentleman got out and opened the car doors for me, then he gave me a little peck on the cheek as he closed my door. I was very flattered, and at the time, I don't think I realised how much I was becoming attracted to him. You know he was a friend not a suitor and I must have been blind. The ride in the sports car to the different pub became the regular thing after that. Brian would sit very close to me in the bar and we had become very touchy feely, if you know what I mean. I don't how to explain it, but I had started falling for him. How can anyone do that? I loved Martin! How could I fall in love with Brian at the same time? But that's what I did. Well I thought I did, now looking back I think it was just a kind of infatuation, you know like a fantasy. But over the weeks the closeness soon turned into real touching, then kissing and fondling. Less time was spent in the pub and more in Brian's car. Not that there was enough room in that car to do anything. But Brian was playing with my breasts and had his hand up my skirt. You know it was fun, just like being a teenager again, with all that groping in the car. About the fifteenth week of the course things got a little sticky. Brian and I went to the usual pub and while we were there, someone stole my handbag. We never saw who took it, because we were concentrating on each other. All right, we were kissing and my bag just went. Luckily the only thing that was important in there was my car keys and a little cash, as I didn't have my credit cards with me. As I couldn't drive my car with the keys, Brian had to drive me home. Martin must have heard the sports car, because he asked me who had driven me home when I got in. I just said one of the boys from the course. I didn't tell Martin what pub my bag was stolen from, well he didn't ask, he must have assumed it was the pub near the college. The following morning Martin took me down to collect my car and arranged to get another set of keys for it. That was going to take some time because of the central locking thing. You know, you push a button on the key fob thing'y and it locks all the doors, so I had to use the spare set and Martin had the house locks changed. The next couple of weeks Brian and I started getting really heavy. I gave him a hand job the first week and he persuaded me to give him oral sex the next. That was something strange, I often give Martin oral sex and enjoy doing it; just as I enjoy when he does the same to me. He brings me to a climax so easily that way. But with Brian it was all a bit of a chore. Maybe, I was really feeling confused, I loved Martin what the hell was I doing sucking on Brian's penis? I didn't finish him with my mouth, I used my hand and Brian acted like a child who had had his sweets taken away. I should have realised then what a selfish pig he was. I knew it was wrong and I wanted to stop seeing him, but I just couldn't keep away from him. God, it would have been so easy to just give up the course. I honestly did think about it, but then, I thought Martin would wonder why I had stopped going. The nineteenth week of the course Brian and I went to the pub as usual. But we didn't stay very long and were soon heading back to my car. Nothing was actually said but we both knew we were going to get into the back of my car and Brian was going to fuck me. It was the natural progression of Brian's plan. We couldn't do it in his little sports car, as there wasn't enough room. I've no excuse's, I new what I was doing wrong, but by then I was going with the flow. I new there was only one week of the course left and then it would be over I would never see Brian again. Or I think, I hoped I wouldn't. We got back to my car, it was dark in the college car park so no one could see us. We got in the back, I locked the doors and we both got undressed. After kissing and cuddling for a while Brian asked me to suck him and get him nice and hard. Then he produced a contraceptive. I hadn't told him that I couldn't get pregnant so I put it on him. I wonder, did I think that was a barrier against him? Was I trying to keep him out of Martin's property. I know that when he pushed into me, I knew I had made a big mistake. I knew that I would never let him do it again. I didn't care if Martin did get suspicious I was never going to see Brian again after that night. Brian was driving into me and I really wasn't enjoying it at all. You know I wasn't a virgin when I met Martin. I remember the first time I had sex, I didn't enjoy it much, but after that every time I had had sex I'd enjoyed it. But that night with Brian panting away driving his cock into me, I just didn't want to be there. I think the guilt factor had finally struck home. Then suddenly all hell broke lose. There was a loud clang as all the car door locks jumped up and the interior lights came on as someone pulled open the door. I was totally confused as, arms reached in and grabbed hold of Brian, they pulled him off of me and out of the car. I saw two men, but I didn't recognise them. They threw Brian on the floor, then punched and kicked him for what seemed like hours. I was screaming hysterically, I thought they were going to kill Brian and rape me or something. When they finally stopped beating on Brian, one of them said, "Right you f-ing bastard that will teach you to stay away from other peoples wives." Then to me. "And you, you little slut! You had better get home to your old man. He knows what you've been up to tonight. If he's got any sense he'll give a bloody good hiding." Then they were gone. I called and ambulance for Brian and quickly got dressed but I couldn't dress him. When the police and ambulance arrived, they knew what we had been doing. The police put two and two together and went straight after Martin. I did tell them that it wasn't him who had beaten up Brian, but they said Martin had better have a good alibi. Well Martin did have a good alibi, for some reason he had spent the evening playing darts in the pub next to the police station, where the off duty police drink. Now that's what you call a bloody good alibi. When I got home, I was in a hell of a state. Martin wasn't there he never came home until nearly midnight, the police who had been waiting outside came it to talk to him. Once they saw who was, it was obvious that they knew him. He just told them the names of the officers he had been playing darts with and they left. Martin came in and sat in one of the chairs in the lounge. I was sat on the sofa crying as I knew he knew what I had done. I started to try and apologise but he told me to be quiet. He sat there for some time staring at the floor then he said "Do you love him?" "No! I love You. I think I was infatuated with him. But I don't think I am anymore!" "Did you fuck him?" I started crying again. "Only once and that was tonight, but he didn't finish and I had no intention of letting him do it again. I was going to quit the course so I wouldn't have to see him again." Martin raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to stay married to me?" "Of course I do! I love you." "Bloody fine way of showing it. Go to bed in the spare room we'll discuss this further tomorrow night when I get home from work. I can't think straight right now" "The spare room. Can't I sleep in our bed?" "My bed! I'm not sure I want to sleep in the same bed as a tramp. I'm not sure what I might catch. That bastard you fucked tonight sleeps with any whore he can get his hands on. You had better go to see the doctor tomorrow. See if the arsewhole has left you any little surprises or going away presents." "Did you organise that tonight?" "No I would have killed the pair of you! They were some other husbands whose wives he's been shagging. As you were his current slut, they suggested I got a good alibi, as the police would suspect me first. Now please go and get your stuff out of my room, we'll talk tomorrow night." I went to bed in the spare room. Martin was downstairs for hours, I heard him talking on the phone but I couldn't hear what he was saying. I cried myself to sleep. In the morning when I got up Martin wasn't there. I called into work to say I was ill, My boss said something so strange, that I got very curious about, all he said was. "It's to be expected. Take a couple of days off and we'll see you next week." I couldn't work it out at the time, it was like he knew about me and Brian, and that Martin had found out about it. But how could he? I went to see the doctor and he sent me to a special clinic. The place was quit nice, but some of the other patients there were frightening. A couple of them were prostitutes and they could see that I was frightened and they were nice to me so I sat with them. They asked me why I was there and they reassured me. In Over My Head Ch. 04 It was strange, I wouldn't normally associate with these girls but they helped through what was to me a frightening ordeal. They said they had guessed that either I or my husband had had an affair. That was the first time I really realised what I had done. How many times had I said I couldn't understand someone risking they're marriage and happiness to have an affair and that was exactly what I had done. I sat around the house for the rest of the day crying most of the time. I was frightened Martin was going to throw me out and divorce me. If he did that where was I going to go? Before Martin and I married I had lived with my sister, but she had children now and there was no room in her little council house for me anymore. I suppose I could try and find a flat, I was on good money now. Dam, what was I thinking, the only reason I was on good money was that Martin had convinced me I wasn't stupid like they had always said I was at school. Without Martin I was stupid, look at what I had done getting mixed up with Brian. I didn't think anyone could cry as much as I did that day. Martin didn't come home again until nine in the evening. The dinner I'd cooked him was burnt to a crisp. He said he had eaten out and went straight into the lounge again. He poured himself a scotch and then sat in his usual chair. I stood in the door way watching him. "Come here and stand in the middle of the carpet." I didn't move for a moment. "Now!" he said in a tone that I'd never heard him use to me before. I slowly went to the middle of the room. "Tell me what do you want? Do you want us to stay together or do you want to leave?" "Oh please Martin. I love you. I want to stay with you, I'm so sorry I don't know what to say to convince you how sorry I am." "Of course you're sorry. But are you sorry you did it? Or are you sorry you got caught? That's the question I'll never know the answer too, isn't it?" "Martin I love you. I don't know why I went with him. I've got to be honest I was attracted to him. But I never thought I would. You know." "Fuck him, is what you're trying to say. Go on say it you fucked him, you forgot about me and fucked him." "Yes! Yes! I fucked him, but only once honestly and I don't think I really wanted to." "Lets see shall we. Take your clothes off!" "Pardon!" "You heard me! Strip now!" I didn't know what to do. Martin was staring at me, his face didn't look as angry as his voice sounded. I thought I want him to forgive me, if he wants me naked then I'd better do whatever he wants. I took my clothes off and stood there feeling embarrassed. Ah that's what he wants. He wants me to feel insecure he's going to give me the third degree. If I can get through this me might forgive me. I tried to undress seductively, but that could have been a mistake because Martin told me to get on with it. I started crying again as Martin had always enjoyed me doing a striptease for him in the past. When I was naked Martin sat and looked at me and then told me to turn around. After he told me to turn back again he said. "You have trimmed your pubic hair! Did you do that for him?" "I don't think so." The look in Martin's eye said he didn't believe me. "Oh, I don't really know, I do trim it now and again." "If my memory serves me right, normally you trim it before we go to Spain. If I remember correctly you turned your nose up when I asked you to shave it all off. But you trim it up nicely for him." I can only say, I was devastated, Martin had often asked me to shave but I had always refused. "That mark on your breast. Did he have a good chew on your tits last night? I looked down. Oh shit! there was a big red mark on my left breast. Then I remembered Brian had been nibbling on it when all hell broke lose, he must have bitten me as they dragged him out of the car. "I think that happened when those men grabbed Brian." "The arsewhole, he will only ever be referred to as the arsewhole in this house. And what about those bruises on your leg?" I think those happened at the same time. He was – you know." "FUCKING YOU!" "Yes he was fucking me when they grabbed him." "I don't ever want to see that naked body again. Well, not until I know I can get over this. If you want to stay here, you are to go to my solicitors 'Grants' next door to my office in the morning. There you will make a full statement about how this all started and what you have done with the arsewhole. If you do anything like this again we are through, for my part I will wait and try to get over the hurt you have caused me. I love you, but I don't know if I can get over what you have done. Only time will tell." "Can I come back to our bed?" "No! I have a mental problem with what you have done. I must separate it from sex completely. If I find I can't live with you, I would be using you as a whore, and that would put me in the same class of person as your arsewhole lover." He got up and went to bed. I don't know how long I stood there but it was a long time. I think I was hoping I would be able to stand there all night and he would come down and find me there in the morning. It would be a gesture but I felt he would realise that he hadn't told me I could move. Maybe he would know what I would do to keep him. I woke up laying on the sofa still naked, there was a hot cup of coffee on the table. Martin must have put it there and then closed the door loudly enough to wake me. He left the house before I had drunk it. ------------------------------ I went to the solicitors office and was shown into a room and introduced to a female solicitor Mrs Julia Murry. She asked me to sit and called in young lady to take down the statement that Martin had asked for. "Anita, you don't mind if I call you that, do you?" "No" "Good you must call me Julia, and this is Sara. Now before we take this statement your husband has asked for, there are some things I've got to explain to you. First Sara and I are not from this practice. We work for a rival firm and your husband has retained us to act for you. Are you happy for me to represent you?" "Yes, but why has he done that?" "I'll explain later, but your husband is no fool, believe me. Shall we say he's covering his backside on this statement. I understand its part of the deal for you to stay together. But I must worn you, if you think you two are going to get divorced you would do better not to make it." "If I don't make it he will divorce me and I don't want that. I love him." "Ah love, I'm afraid I usually deal with people who are not in love anymore. I do think your husband loves you though, as he has employed me to act against him should things not work out for you." "You're a divorce lawyer then." "That, for my sins is my speciality. Now this statement, if you make it will not do us any favours in court. By getting me to take it he has clipped our wings. We won't have a leg to stand on." "Martins no fool, I'm the idiot in our house. But I do trust him, I don't think he will be unfair to me, whatever happens. I just want us to stay together and I'll do whatever it takes." They took my statement then Julia told me we had to go up the road to the police station as they wanted a statement from me about the incident on Wednesday night. Yes Martin had arranged that as well and he wanted Julia their to look after my interests. I told the police what happened, but I claimed I never saw the men's faces as it was too dark. I thought that Martin must have been concerned in it somehow, he knew what had happened and had made sure he had a good alibi. I think the police thought the same, but if they couldn't catch the men they had no link to Martin. The police told me Brian was in a pretty bad way, but he would get over it. The guys who beat him up had hurt him a lot, but besides a couple of broken ribs there was nothing too serious. They thought that Brian wasn't going to look as pretty as he had, what with his broken nose. There was something about the way they spoke about Brian, made me think, he wasn't the flavour of the month with them. It was a year later when I had cause to see them again, that they told me he had been the cause of a divorce of one of their colleagues. We went back to Grants office and I signed the statement for Martin, in front of a public notary. Apparently that made it a legal document which could be used in a court of law. Martin never did use it, I knew he wouldn't, he is much too nice a person to do that. That night when I got home I gave him a copy. He just put it in the bureau drawer and I don't think he ever looked at it. He acted as if nothing had ever happened, no that's wrong he tried to act as if nothing had happened. He struggled, I know he struggled, I watched him slowly fall apart. Every-time I went out he would greet me with questioning looks. I know he never meant to do it. But whenever I came into the house I would feel I had to tell him where I'd been and what I'd done. He never asked, but his face said it all. Sometimes he would fly off the handle at me, for no apparent reason. But I knew the reason. He would always apologise. But this was all my fault, he was apologising for something I had done. It was destroying him and I knew it. At work things changed as well, I hadn't known that my boss was an old friend of Martin's. Martin had used his influence to get me the job in the first place. I had never realised that I didn't have the required GCE's to get the job. But when I challenged my boss he told me Martin had asked him to give me a try. He said that Martin had nothing to do with my promotion to the accounts department though, that he said I had earned on my own. But I could feel that my boss had lost some respect for me and maybe out of his friendship with Martin was keeping a very close eye on me. My boss wasn't married and one of the girls who I knew had a thing for him, suddenly become very friendly and we started to go to lunch together, whenever Martin didn't meet me. I didn't take me too long to realise, I couldn't get out of that place without her. I challenged her over it and she told me the boss had asked her to keep an eye on me. She was just doing what she had been asked to do. I felt like a criminal and went in to challenge the boss. That's when I found out he was Martins old school chum. He told me that Martin hadn't asked him to spy on me, he was just trying to look after a good friends interests. I quit my job. It was silly I know, like cutting off your nose to spite your face. But I didn't know who else there knew what a fool I'd been. Quitting my job was a very big mistake, whilst I was in the office Martin knew where I was. Now he had no idea what I was doing during the day. He started to call me at odd times. He would come home unexpectedly. I think it was driving him crazy. In the end it led to us having a big row about it. He said he couldn't help it, he kept on wondering what I was doing. I think we both realised that it wasn't going to work. He didn't trust me anymore and although I still felt I loved him. I couldn't live looking over my shoulder all the time. In the end I left him. In my heart I didn't want to. But I couldn't live with the man I had made. I was silly and stubborn when I left. I wouldn't take any money off of him or out of our joint accounts. Do you want to know what kind of man Martin is, the credit card company still send me a debit card on our old account. He has never closed it, I wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't still using that account himself. But I have never taken any money out of it. He spent more money on me than I have ever put in there. I didn't have a job so for a couple of weeks I slept on my sisters sofa. I needed money so I went to see Mrs Saunders. She was very pleased to see me, until I told her the story, then she called me all the names under the sun and wiped the floor with me. Speaks her mind does Mrs Saunders. I felt smaller with her going of at me than with anyone, except Martin. Anyway, after she had wiped the floor with me, she offered me a job in the cashiers office. It was nothing like the money I had been earning, but it was a job. One night a couple of months later, I was walking home form work and who should I run into but Brian. I told him to fuck off, and keep away from me, but he kept on saying he just wanted to talk. So like the bloody fool I am, I went to the pub with him. You've got to remember at this time, I still hadn't realised how he had set out to seduce me in the first place. Although Martin had said Brian had slept with other women, he never told me anything else about Brian. After that first couple of days, Martin had never tried to rub my face in it, and I really didn't want to think that Brian and I, were anything other than two people who made a silly mistake and just got carried away. Christ, I must be the dumbest kid on the block. In the pub, I didn't realise it but Brian still had a hold over me. He somehow managed to convince me that the two guys who beat him up had mistaken him for someone else. It's easy for you to laugh, but thick bitch I am, I believed him. He said that his wife had thrown him out over the incident. Now, that shows you how much of a hold on me he had. He had told me he was single when we first met and I didn't bat an eyelid at the revelation he was married. He poured out the story of how I had ruined his life, buy having an affair with him. He had me crying over his broken marriage, the bastard. Well to cut a long story short. Now I did the stupidest thing I think I've every done in my life, if cheating on Martin with Brian wasn't bad enough. Now, during a bout of what I can only say now, was insanity, I finished up moving in with Brian. He had me under some kind of spell. Whatever that arsewhole told me, I believed. I had been living with Brian for about six weeks when suddenly my eyes were opened. I was sat in the office at work one day, when I saw one of the guys who beaten up Brian through the spy window. He was pushing a shopping trolley and who should he be with but Samantha, the girl on the accounts course who spoke Spanish. Finally the wheels in my head started turning and I saw the light. That's how Brian knew that I wanted to learn Spanish. Brian had seduced Samantha before he seduced me and I had never been aware that he had done it. I did tell you he was a clever bastard. I was out of the office in an instant. I ran through the store and grabbed Samantha by the arm. I had to know if I was right. I asked her if she would talk to me, she looked at her husband and he just nodded, then I took her into the office and she told me that Brian had seduced her and one of the other girls on the course. She didn't say how they're husbands had found out, but she did remember talking to Brian about speaking Spanish and she told him that I was thinking of learning it. It could be that she had told her husband all this and her husband worked out that Brian had used that information in trapping me. I assume that's why he let her talk to me. Now I knew that the bastard had set out to seduce me. That night when I got back to the flat we were living in, I flew at him and told him what I thought of him. Then he did what no man has ever done to me before. He hit me, not once but many times. He just lost it and beat me to a pulp, I was screaming and the last thing I heard were the police sirens. I for days I was in and out of consciousness, I was having strange dreams and visions. Sometimes I would think I could see Martin, sometimes my sister or Mrs Saunders and even the girl Teresa from my old office who followed me around. Then there was this other woman. She would sit there with a concerned look on her face, but I had never seen her in my life before. I was vaguely aware of the nurses sticking needles in me whilst a strong hand held mine. I new that hand, I was sure it belonged to Martin. Then finally I opened my eyes and there was my sister. On the other side of the bed was the woman I didn't know. She got up and called the nurse, who came in to check me. "Are you back with us now. Don't try to speak with that tube in you throat unfortunately we wont be able to take it out for a little while as your jaw is wired up. Just squeeze my hand once for yes twice for no. OK. I squeezed once. "Good, you know, you had us worried there for a bit. You have been very ill. Your sister and Jean are here, can you see them all right?" One squeeze. The woman I didn't know who was evidently Jean said. "She doesn't know me, we've never met before." The woman said. "Don't talk to me honey, you can talk to Anita now, she's back with us." The nurse replied. "Anita this Jean, Brian's wife." My sister informed me. 'Christ, this was a turn up for the book what the hell is she doing here?' I thought. "Jean feels responsible for what happened top you. Brian beat her up as well although not as bad. Jean feels that if she had pressed charges against Brian he would have been in jail a long time ago and wouldn't have been able to attack you. Martin and I have tried to tell her that's a silly way to feel, but she has insisted on being with you every day for the last fortnight. She has been taking her shift along with the rest of us." What could I do, this kind woman whose marriage I'd helped to destroy had sat by my sick bed and watched me while I was unconscious. I managed to reach my right hand out to her. She took it and smiled at me. So, I had been here for at least two weeks, I wanted to ask about Martin But I couldn't speak. My sister started talking again and I found I had to concentrate very hard to understand what she was saying to me. She told me that there had been someone at my bedside twenty four hours a day. I had seen all the people I had dreamed about and there had been a few others I hadn't seen. Samantha and her husband two name just two. Martin had been there all-night every-night. I started crying when she mentioned Martin and she stopped talking after that. The nurse came back with a doctor who said all the normal doctor type things and told me how lucky I'd been. He said that they have to take me to the operating theatre to remove the dam tube in my mouth and throat as they were going to have to wire my broken jaw up again. They were going to wait until they were happy I wasn't going to lose conciseness again. Apparently I had some swelling of the brain that was worrying them. Later in the day I heard Martin's voice in the corridor, but he didn't come in the room whilst I was awake. Shortly after I heard him, the nurse came in and did something to the drip in my arm. Then it was morning and my sister was back, the nurse must have given me something to make me sleep. It was another week before they took the tube out, I knew that Martin was around because I heard him, but he never came in when I was awake. Once I was out of any danger my sister told me he wasn't coming back anymore, he had told her he had done his duty. I couldn't blame him, after all my assurances that I loved him and not Brian, I had set up home with the arsewhole. What must have Martin have felt like, how could I have been such a bloody stupid bitch. Whatever happened in the future I was sure, that by moving in with Brian I had put pay to any hopes I had of getting back together with Martin again in the future. When I had first left Martin I had thought sometime apart could help to repair the damage I'd done to our relationship. You know the old saying 'absence make's the heart grow fonder'. Well, I'd stuffed that idea up for sure, didn't I? I was in hospital for five weeks, when I came out I stayed with my sister for a while, but that wasn't going to work out. So I found this little bed-sit, I couldn't afford a flat, unless I used some of Martin's money. I'd insulted that man enough, so I couldn't do that to him. Now I would lye in the bed, I had made for myself. In Over My Head Ch. 04 The police charged Brian with Grievous bodily harm on me and on Jean. That helped the judge to decide to put him away for eight years. The police told me how Brian had seduced one of they're fellow officers wives, they made it plain they hadn't looked too hard for the men who beat Brian up as they weren't too sure they wouldn't have been arresting one of they're colleagues. I never did find out who stole my bag. If I remember correctly the police did come in that pub that night. But then, how would Samantha's husband and the other guy have got hold of the key to unlock the car doors with? Or did they use Martin's Key? I know all about what Brian did now. But there's lots of things I don't know and I guess I never will. The End, of this story, but not really the end of Anita's story, we will hear of her again. She won't get all she would like, but she decides, anything is better than nothing. A slice of the cake, is better than no cake at all. In Over My Head Ch. 05 My thanks go to Techscan and LadyCibelle for their kind assistance with the editing of this story and correcting the usual clangers that keep my critics so happily amused. But I'm sure you'll find something you don't like in the story somewhere. I would like to point out that my editors do not necessarily agree with my interpretation of the characters or the events portrayed. Any flack should be directed at me. This is a work of fiction and comes solely from my somewhat demented mind. The Wanderer Part 5. A different way of looking at things. Now this was only what you could call a turn-up for the book. In just over three years I had gone from a happily married man to a wronged, cheated on and deserted husband (alright she didn't set out to cheat on me but that's what she did), to revenging hero who had stolen a Casanova's wife. Not too bad a result, for the average guy, even if the Casanova had made it easy for me. The two of us lived in my lovely house and we had a deal. If Leanne ever got tired of me, she would tell me. We weren't married so, if she wanted to find another man, she had every right do so and move out. But she swore she would never do that, as she loved me a lot more than she had ever loved her ex-husband. Leanne said she hadn't understood what real love was when she married him. She said he was a con artist and he had conned her and all the other women he had shagged while they had been married. I was a lot fitter than I had ever been now; Leanne had dragged me (kicking and screaming) to the gym almost every day since I had first gone there to meet her. Our sex life was something out of this world. Being fit can have some advantages that I had never dreamed of. My staying power had increased by leaps and bounds but unfortunately I hadn't been able to increase my ejaculation control very much. But you can't have everything. Leanne had really developed the knack of being able to spot just when I was getting there and when she was in control she would keep me going for hours. I'm afraid I didn't have that kind of discipline myself. Well, you can't have everything but on the whole we had a great time together. Anyway we complemented one another and our common law union was working out just fine, although I did still bear a massive cross for my wife Anita. Leanne appeared happy to accept that. ----------------------------------- One Monday morning Anita and I were just coming out of the gym and as we entered the coffee lounge. We were in the habit of having a coffee with Abigail our personal trainer, who was a kind-of adopted niece of mine. We noticed that everyone was over by the other door, staring down the corridor. I took a quick look around and noticed through the window I could see several police cars in the car park. Before I could voice my concern to Leanne that something not pleasant was going down, "All Hell" broke loose; shouting and banging noises came from the other end of the building, where the big boys hang out. You know, the guys who are into serious weight training, boxing and the like. Pandemonium went on for several minutes and then some very dishevelled looking policemen came along the corridor, followed by two of the heavyweights who were frog marching a third, who had his hands cuffed behind his back. As they passed through the coffee lounge, I heard one of the escorts say to the guy in cuffs, "I fucking told you! You fucking idiot. That shit fucks up your fucking mind. But no! You had to keep pumping that shit into yourself. Well, now you've really fucked it up big time." They passed out of the lounge, so that was all I heard. But the big guy in the handcuffs did look familiar to me although I couldn't place him. I assumed I had seen him around the gym sometime. Excitement over, we had our coffee and I drove Leanne to the nursery where she worked and then put in an appearance at my office. I'm the boss so I don't have to turn up at all if I don't want to. The moment I got in, my secretary (she looks after a few of the management really, but she's known as my secretary – boss's privilege) told me that my friend Kara had been trying to track me down. I don't take my mobile into the gym; they had a couple of walk-in thefts there a little while back. I called Kara at Archers were she works. "Martin, we fucked up big time!" "Pardon?" It was unlike Kara to swear. "We messed up. We forgot about Graham." I was still confused as to what Kara was talking about. "Sorry, Kara I'm not with you. What did we forget about Graham?" Come to that, who the fuck was Graham? I didn't have faintest idea what Kara was on about. "Graham got into Dawn's pants and Kevin found out. Both of them are in hospital and the police are looking for Kevin!" Oh fuck, now I realised what was going on at the gym and why the guy was so familiar. That was Kevin, Dawn's husband they were hauling away. Dawn must have fallen for Graham's bullshit line. "Oh bugger, but I think the police have got Kevin. They arrested him at the gym about an hour ago. How is Dawn, did he hurt her much?" "I don't know; I'm going down to the hospital in a minute. I'll call you later, and can you keep your cell phone switched on? I've left a hundred messages on it." Whoops, habit of mine keep forgetting to turn it back on. This was really a big a disappointment; we had warned Dawn about Graham at the same time as we told her about the wager on her honour. Dawn had been shocked and annoyed. We had assumed that once Doug had been put out of the picture, Dawn would have had the sense to keep Graham at arm's length. But it appeared we got it wrong and Dawn had done something silly. Later Kara called me back and told me that Kevin had caught Dawn and Graham together on Saturday evening. He had knocked Dawn around and kicked the shit out of Graham (Kara's description). Graham was in a bad way but Dawn wasn't too badly injured, just a few bruises and concussion. Kevin was a nut case, not an arsehole. Apparently Dawn had tried to stop Kevin from killing Graham and had taken a couple of punches that weren't intended for her. Kara told me that Dawn had asked if she could see me. I couldn't figure out why she would want to but I told Kara I'd call in the hospital and see her after I had picked up Leanne from the nursery. Leanne knew who Dawn was from my explanations of how and why I'd come looking for her. When we got into the ward Dawn was looking a real mess. That pretty face of hers was bruised and swollen. "Oh, Mr. Shaw, I'm so ashamed and sorry, I let you down. You worked so hard to prevent this from happening." Dawn exclaimed as we walked in. I really didn't know what to say to her but luckily for me Leanne took over and did all the talking. Within minutes they were chatting like old friends and I was feeling like a gooseberry. By the time they had finished chatting Dawn had been invited to stay with Leanne and me until she felt better. I was alright with this as we did have a big house with plenty of spare rooms. But I could see it putting the damper on some of Leanne and my night games. We had got very inventive; just about anywhere would do. The massive coffee table in the lounge was one of our favourite places. Still Leanne was my life partner now and whatever she wanted was all right with me, even if it did put a slight damper on my sex life. Dawn was released from hospital the following day. We took her home and settled her into a spare room. Leanne and I for some reason still had our own separate rooms. I had the master and Leanne had what had been the guest suite, although she only usually slept in there if I was away. I suppose it formed an air of respectability when people came to visit. I had noticed a few strange looks when visitors saw that Leanne's room was definitely hers, with all her stuff around and there was usually nothing in my room to even hint that she slept there every night. But all my friends knew we were living as man and wife. OK, sometimes for a change we did play on Leanne's bed. But it is only a Queen and my king size four poster was a lot more fun. For the next few months things jogged along reasonably smoothly. Having Dawn there was not as bad as I thought it would be. She was in the process of divorcing Kevin, who was inside on remand. He had made a real mess of Graham, who himself was being divorced by his wife. It was all a real fucking mess, if you ask me. -------------------------------------------- One night Leanne and I were having one of our kinkier games. We would tie each other spread-eagled to the bedposts and the one who wasn't tied up would tease the other. Leanne had just finished sitting on my face where I had managed to bring her to a noisy climax. She moved down and after sucking me for a few minutes she got herself in position for the plunge. She would position herself over my cock and suddenly plunge down burying me to the hilt in her. It was one of her favourite manoeuvres because apparently I was just the right size for her. But she didn't plunge; after rubbing her clit and lips with me for a while, she stopped, looked at me and then asked, "What are you intending to do about Dawn?" "Strange time you pick to ask," I replied "but what do you expect me to do about her?" "I don't know? But you had better fuck her before too long or the poor girl will die of anticipation or heartache, whichever comes first." "What the hell are you on about?" "God, Martin. Are you blind or something? That girl is crazy about you and worships the ground you walk on. Haven't you noticed how she looks at you and hangs on every word you say? And I do know you fancy her, I'm not daft." "Oh hell, Leanne, I do like her. But I love you!" "And Anita! You are still in love with Anita as well. You know it is possible to love more than one person at the same time and I'm happy with that. I have been playing second best to Anita ever since we got together. But I don't mind, I know you wouldn't do the dirty on me. You're too nice a person to do that. And that's why I'm telling you to take Dawn to your bed. I promise I won't get jealous, honestly." "I don't think that's a nice thing to do to you. You are my partner now. My wife in all but in name. It would be dishonouring you." "Bullshit and poppy cock. I'm your mistress and we're living in sin, if that's how you want to look at it. God, Martin, you are a prude sometimes. I love you and you love me. But you still love Anita and are still married to her. So you are cheating on her, whether you like it or not. So what's so wrong with sharing yourself with Dawn as well?" "Well, I don't think --- ---." "Damn it, you oaf, you radiate more love than any man I've ever met and that girl needs some of that love. Can't you see that?" I must admit I was totally out of my depth here. It appeared that Leanne wanted to share me with Dawn. I might be a prude but that just didn't seem right to me. "Oh well, forget it!" said Leanne, "I suppose a leopard can't change his spots. Your trouble is you're too good a man. So let's get some life back into my friend here" Leanne's wander into the land that I always considered fantasy had done a very good job of deflating the working parts she had intended to make use of. So she went back and started sucking me back to life. But I could tell she was annoyed with my attitude. As she started licking and sucking I attempted to placate her. "Look, Leanne, I'm sure you would get jealous or something and it wouldn't be fair on you." "That's what you honestly think?" she said. "Yes, you might think it sounds alright but if it was to happen? I've lost one love; I don't want to lose another." "Look, I'll put it a different way. You like our sex games, don't you?" "You know I do!" "Well, what are you going to do for fun when I can't do all this gymnastic stuff anymore because I'm too fat?" "What the hell are you on about now? Why should you suddenly get faaaa? Oh Christ, you're not? Are you? "Two months and counting. How are you going to handle being a father? You are happy, aren't you?" "Of course I am. But I figured I was firing blanks. You know Anita and I tried for years. When we had the tests my count was very low." "Well, I told you going to the gym was good for you. You aren't firing blanks anymore." "Shit, this is brilliant. We'll have to convert one of the rooms into a nursery and -- --." "There's plenty of time for all that. Now let's get back to Dawn. "I still don't think its fair to you and besides she's twelve years younger than me. I'm almost old enough to be her father." "The age thing is poppycock and I'll show what's fair, shall I? With that Leanne jumped off the bed and walked out of the room. Bugger, had I really upset her? Was she going to leave me tied to this bed all night and sleep in her own room?" A couple of minutes later the door opened and Leanne came in leading Dawn by the hand. She brought her over to the bed and Dawn was staring at me lying naked strapped to the bed. Dawn was wearing a long nightgown and Leanne bent down and grabbed the hem of it and lifted it straight up over her head. Then the two naked women stood there side by side: Leanne, slim with her small but delightfully formed tits, and Dawn, a little heavier with those wonderful globes I'd admired when I first met her. "Well, go on girl, he can't bite you, he's tied down. Show him what you can do" Leanne encouraged Dawn. I didn't say a word. I had no intention of taking the blame if all this went "tits up". Dawn leaned over, kissed me on the lips and our tongues played patter-cake for a while, then she slowly moved down my body kissing as she went. As my pecker disappeared into Dawn's mouth, Leanne came over and tried to jam her tongue down my throat. The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. I will forever remember the first time I saw those tits bouncing up and down as Dawn rode my cock; and her squeals when she cum have to be heard to be believed. To have two beautiful sexy women in bed with you is just about every man's dream. But I rapidly found out the downside is that it is about four times as tiring as having one. After that first night Leanne, always the organiser, arranged a complicated rotation. It worked out that in every week; I had each of them alone for two nights and both of them for three nights. Dawn reduced her hours at Archers and started joining us at the gym. Her almost perfect body appeared to get even better. Now I honestly found myself in a bit of a quandary. It had always been my philosophy that one man with one woman was the way things should be. I'd had enough of a problem understanding how I could fall in love with Leanne when I was still in love with Anita. But now I found I had fallen in love with Dawn as well. But whether I liked the idea or not I was in love with more than one woman. I was lucky neither tried to play off against the other. What would have happened if they were to fall-out was not something I wished to dwell on. Leanne suddenly becoming pregnant had taken me by surprise but she informed me that when I told her how upset I'd been that Anita couldn't have children, Leanne had immediately come off of her birth control pills. She said she had been using them since she first discovered Doug was cheating on her years ago. She had been expecting the marriage to fail for years. My appearance on the scene was what she had been praying for. In one of our quieter moments, Dawn told us that Kevin had gone over the top on the muscle building thing. He had started using steroids and other drugs that had changed his character. He had become very moody and distant from her, over the last year or so and the love she had felt for him had slowly ebbed away. Graham caught her when she was feeling very low and depressed about it. She knew that all he wanted was sex. But she wanted someone to hold her and love her. It was a matter of any port in a storm. Kevin had come across her and Graham by accident; they had picked the wrong pub that evening. Kevin had come into the other bar looking for the guy who supplied him with his illegal steroids and he had spotted them. --------------------------- Well, I settled into this strange lifestyle quite easily. I'm not sure how many people knew exactly what was going on but I didn't really care. I had a great family that was soon going to get bigger. It was about six or eight weeks after Leanne had told me she was with child. I'd been away on a business trip for a couple of days and as we sat down to dinner that evening I knew something was wrong. The girls had refused my offer to take them out for a meal and the pair of them were being very quiet. "OK! You two." I said as I finished my desert. "What's going on?" The two women looked at each other; I could see that they both wanted the other to speak. Then Dawn sighed and looked at me. I could see concern in her eyes. "Please don't be angry with me? I didn't mean it to happen. It was a mistake!" "I'm not angry. How can I be angry? I haven't got the faintest idea of what you're talking about. But I am likely to get out of my pram in a minute if neither of you tells me what's going on." "I can get an abortion!" The penny dropped; obviously Dawn had one up the chute as well. "What the hell are you talking about? Are you saying you're pregnant with someone else's child? "No, it's your child." Dawn said with tears in her eyes. "Then you get an abortion over my dead body". "You don't mind then?" "What the hell made you think I would mind that you are pregnant?" "What will people think?" "Who the hell cares what people think? We're a family here aren't we? Are either of you unhappy about it? "No!" they both said in unison. "You both know that Anita and I were looking forward to having lots of children. But that wasn't to be. Maybe that's why she -- --. Oh, you know, she wandered. I'm running a few years behind now. So both of you getting preggers is going to help me catch up a bit. I just hope that both of you are going to stay with me." Both girls got up and came at me from either side. I think I got my answer. Life went on; I must admit I got some strange looks at the local maternity department. And the registrar of births recognised me as well but besides referring to his records didn't actually say anything. The local Rector, Rev. Allen was an old family friend. He had on occasions thrown a few poignant quotes from the Bible at me. But he was very good and didn't bat an eyelid when we asked him to christen both my daughters on the same day. He arranged a private christening so there wasn't very many of us in the church, just the Rector, the three of us and the eight god parents. Oh, and for some reason Father O'Brian was there. He was the local RC priest. During the short service Rev. Allen kept on dropping in phrases in Latin. That confused me a little. In the COE we don't usually use Latin. But I assumed Rev. Allen was sneaking in some prayer for the parents living in sin. Every time he used one he would look at Father O'Brian apparently to make sure he had said it correctly. Just as things came to a close, I heard one of the heavy church doors close. It made a hell of a bang in the quiet church but it appeared I was the only person who heard it. It was to be some time before I discovered that my two daughters had an extra God parent each. I would never have thought that men of the cloth would be so devious. The Rector and Father O'Brian both take a close interest in the children nowadays but I think the pair of them have given up on me. Well, my dreams of a football team had gone out of the window; I don't know though, girls play football nowadays. In Over My Head Ch. 05 It was a month or so after the christening and I had had a photograph, of me in the middle with my two ladies on either side of me holding my daughters, enlarged and framed. When I got home from the office it was in the hall waiting for me to decide where I was going to hang it. The two girls followed me as I took it into the lounge. There really was only one place that I could think of to hang it, and that was over the fireplace where a portrait of Anita had always hung. I removed the portrait and replaced it with the photograph. Then I replaced one of the other paintings we had in the lounge with the portrait of Anita. After dinner I sat in my favourite seat in the middle of the sofa with my two loving partners on either side of me and gazed up at the picture of my family. A couple of weeks later we were sitting there again and something struck me as being wrong. I could tell that both girls sensed my unease but they said nothing. It took me some time to realise that the photograph and the portrait had been exchanged. When I did, I looked from one to the other, and then looked at the two girls. Leanne, as always the leader, was the one who answered my questioning looks. "Now don't go getting upset, Martin! Dawn and I know you better than you know yourself. We have always watched the way you look at that portrait and since you moved it we have been aware that you have been missing seeing it there. You know that you stare at it every night, don't you?" "Oh god, I'm sorry girls. No, I didn't realise I did that." "Don't be sorry, we know how much you loved Anita. And we are happy that you still love her. How can we be jealous of her? If it wasn't for Anita, neither of us would have found the happiness we have with you." Once again I was out of my depth; these two women knew me better than I did myself. They had taken me at face value, given me their love and been happy to not only share that love with each other but share it with Anita as well. Well, that night we broke Leanne's schedule, and the three of us spent the night in my bed. No, that's not true, I got up and did the baby bit. Yes, I can change shitty nappies, although I stop short of breast-feeding; but having two mothers in the house means that only one has to get disturbed. Life once again dropped into its happy routine. Until one night I came home and found both Leanne and Dawn cooking dinner. It was sometime before I realised that that was unusual. Normally one of them would be upstairs with the children. "The girls are quiet!" I observed. "They're OK. The nanny is looking after them!" Dawn replied. I'm not that daft; I instantly knew that something was up. After all we didn't have a bloody nanny. But the girls acted as if nothing was wrong and began to lay the dining room table for two. Now you may think I'm exceedingly dense but I had no idea what was about to hit me in the next few minutes. I enquired as to who the nanny was and why there were only two place settings at the table. "We thought you had better get acquainted with our new children's nanny." Leanne replied. "So you two will eat in the dining room and Dawn and I will eat in the kitchen tonight." Well she had answered one of my questions but pointedly not the other. Usually I have a shower and change before dinner but I was firmly informed that was not on the menu tonight. I was to go and sit at the table and await my dinner guest and I was definitely not going upstairs to see the children. They would be brought down to me. As I sat at the table waiting, I hit the dry Martini a bit harder than usual. It could be I subconsciously knew what was about to happen. But when that door opened and Anita came in carrying my two lovely babies, I was gob smacked, and didn't know what to say. Leanne and Dawn followed Anita in and Leanne was the first to speak. "Dawn and I thought something was missing in this family. We have been talking it over with Anita for many months now and the three of us have become like sisters. But Anita has been the odd one out. We want you to take her back; she loves you just as much as we do and we know you love her." "Surely you can forgive her now." Dawn piped up. "Please, it will make us a complete family. I know it's not a normal family but there has always been something missing. We think you need Anita!" "Are you happy with this Anita?" I asked. "If you are. I'll be happy to be near you." "That isn't what I asked!" "I love Leanne and Dawn even more than I love my sister. I love you and these two wonderful babies. I just want us to be back together and I am quite prepared to be one of your three wives. If you will accept me. Well, that wasn't the end of it. Anita and I had dinner together and then the four of us sat and talked until the early hours. I was to learn that Leanne had met up with Anita (arranged through Kara) well before she ever got into my bed. It had been at Anita's suggestion that Leanne came off the pill. And it was Anita's pressure that had persuaded the two priests to be so helpful over the christening. She of course was what all that Latin was about and was the other God parent. One thing I don't suggest any of you try is four in a bed. It might sound like any man's dream. But I can assure you, it ain't a good idea. But once you've got a good rotation sorted out (Leanne's speciality), three wives is much more than thrice the fun, although a little tiring at times. We have four children now, two girls and two boys and there are four more on the way. Anita has had several eggs implanted, two of which have apparently taken. Wouldn't it be nice if it was one of Dawn's and one of Leanne's. Well, where did you think the eggs were going to come from? The local newspaper did pick the story up but I was able to use the "Old Pals Act" to squash it. All eight of us are very happy, although I can see some confusing times to come in the future. Actually the girls have a very good system. If two of them ever have a disagreement the third acts as mediator. Both Dawn and Leanne appear to have accepted that Anita has first claim. Nothing has ever been said to me but, when we are out, Anita is always holding onto my right arm and the other two appear to make equal claim to my left. I am very careful not to show any favouritism. One thing I found out early; upset one wife and I've upset them all. Leanne still does the bed rotation. But I can't make head nor tail of it. Maybe the "Joseph Smith" did have it right? One last thing. George, the barman in the Plough. He's still confused! The End