51 comments/ 126338 views/ 12 favorites Infidelity and Tragedy By: Bazzza A note from the author: This is a fictional story with an unusual angle. It's just another example of an over active imagination and too much time on my hands. Good reading and I'd appreciate any feedback. Regards Bazzza As we look back on our short journey through life, we often look back on the good and the bad events that shape our lives. We all have our demons, the things that we readily would change given a second chance. Usually, this would be something of great significance that would either improve our own life, or someone close to us. This is my demon, the one thing that I would change given a second chance. It happened many years ago when in my early twenties, but youth is no excuse. I knew it was wrong, we all knew that it was wrong; we knew that nothing good would come of it, but we carried on anyway. But none of us had any inkling of the tragic consequences, and how it would affect our lives, well mine anyway. This is my story. When all this started, I was just finishing my training as a technician. I was sharing an apartment with two good mates, Steve and Allan. I use the word apartment loosely, for it was just a dreary high rise block of budget units. However, for three young guys, it was simply perfect. Our small but adequate three bedroom apartment was located on the fifth floor. It was close to all of our cherished amenities, bars, movie theatres and fast food outlets. There was plenty of parking for our near derelict vehicles, none of them worth more a couple of weeks rent. Life in the apartment was good; we all got on like a house on fire. We liked food, alcohol, music and sex, not necessarily in that order. There were few rules, we shared expenses and chores, we were considerate to each others privacy, and we didn't hit on each others girlfriends. I was tired on my return home that Friday night; I had spent the last two weeks out of town on a block course, the last one before getting my qualification. I had endured a brain teasing three hour exam earlier that afternoon, and then driven another two hours home. My arrival was expected, my favourite pizza hot and waiting on the lounge table, a chilled beer placed in my hand before my overnight bag hit the floor. The normal banter took place, like how quiet and tidy the place had been without my presence, and how they both kept my girlfriend Libby happy and content. Both Steve and Allan shook their heads sadly and agreed how lousy she was in the sack. I grinned in response, for Libby rang me every night and talked to me for hours. The likelihood of her shagging either of them was slim, after all, they were just arseholes and I'm so perfect. Well, it wasn't as if Libby and I were in love or anything, it was just a good friendship that included sex, and lots of it. After we had insulted each other to our hearts content, we sat in the lounge and filled our stomachs with beer and pizza. A live Tom Petty concert on DVD soon entertained us; our eyes fixed a large screen TV, our ears tuned to a substantial hi fi system that was obtained via a dubious source many months previous. It wasn't long before I knew something was up, the eye contact between Steve and Allan, the grins, sniggers and body language. I however declined to rise to their bait, and sat quietly relaxing and taking in the fine voice of Tom Petty and the talents of the Heartbreakers. Around ten o'clock, Steve answered a knock at the door. It was then that I met Claire for the first time. She walked into the lounge with poise, confidence and a bottle of red wine in her hand. Even in the dimmed light, I noticed her eyes immediately on me a second before she smiled. "Hi, I'm Claire." she said holding out her right hand for me to shake. "Gav." I replied taking her hand, her grip firm and cool. "Pleased to meet you, they've told me all about you." she said. I scoffed, "Don't believe a word they tell you, they can't be trusted." She smiled, "I hope not, I'd really be disappointed if they were." Claire moved into the kitchen which was visible from where I sat. It was obvious she'd been here before with the ease in which she found a wine glass and the cork screw. While she removed the cork and filled her glass, I had time to take her in. She was obviously older than us, I would later find out that she was thirty seven, a good thirteen or so years our senior. Her hair was dark, wavy and shoulder length. She wasn't gorgeous, or even pretty really. I would describe her more as pleasant on the eye, her skin olive and face slightly freckled. She wore a blue top that was stretched tight at the front, on the bottom she wore faded jeans and slip on shoes. Her buttocks were on the large side as were her thighs, but not unattractively so. I looked over inquisitively at Steve, he just grinned and winked. Claire soon returned and sat on the couch beside me, the only vacant place to sit. It was then I noticed the wedding and engagement rings on her left hand, but thought nothing more about it at the time. We all sat and watched the DVD as it neared the grand finale; Claire made small talk as she sipped her wine, and I listened attentively. She told me that she and her husband just moved to town a week ago and lived two floors down. Her husband worked shifts at the local container port, it was a bit lonely not knowing anyone and she welcomed the company of Steve and Allan whom she'd met in the car park. After the DVD finished, Allan put on another, but turned the sound right down, we then just sat and talked for a while, Claire returned to the kitchen and refilled her glass while Steve and Allan again grinned mischievously. On her return, she placed her glass on the floor on the couch and stood before us. "I suppose we might as well get the show on the road." she suggested while kicking off her shoes. To my surprise, Claire pulled her top over her head and threw it at me. I stared dumbfounded as her hands moved to her jeans and slowly unzipped them. My eyes moved upwards to her large breasts which were firmly supported by a red bra. She wriggled her jeans over her buttocks, pushed them downwards and stepped out of them. Matching red panties hugged her buttocks; her thighs were large but firm looking. Claire laughed at my surprise, "Ready for some fun?" she asked and turned to the others, "Shall I do the new boy first?" They both grinned and nodded. Claire looked back into my eyes while reaching behind her back; she unclipped her bra and let it slide to the floor. Her heavy breasts hung low with two large erect dark nipples from the cool air. She bent down to her jeans and rummaged through the front pockets looking for something, then placed a pile of condoms on the coffee table beside me. "Okay, let's see what you've got down there." she said kneeling and muscling her way between my thighs. In an instant, her fingers were undoing my belt and zip. "You don't mind do you?" she asked with a mischievous grin. "You look a little surprised." I laughed, "Hell no, you carry on. I'll let you know if I want you to stop." "You won't." she replied confidently. Claire soon had my jeans down to my knees; I have to admit that my cock was still considering its options. It was only at half mast when she lowered her lips onto it; she took it all into her mouth and then sucked upwards stretching it to its full length. Taking the shaft in her right hand, she then started sucking on the head, her tongue caressing the eye. She'd obviously done this before, her technique already showing dividends. I started to harden quickly, her grip gradually loosened as my cock reached the stage of standing up by its self. "Mmmmm, you've got a nice big one." she said with a smile. She placed one hand on top of the other with the head of my cock peeping through the top, lowering her tongue; she eased it into the eye and tweaked it causing me to squirm. Over the next minute or so, Claire worked on my cock with great diligence and precision, taking me into completely into her mouth and sucking hard up the upwards stroke. I've had a few blowjobs in my time, but nothing compared to this, her technique was exquisite. Every so often, she would raise her mouth and submerge my erection between her warm breasts, then dribble saliva onto it before taking it noisily back between her lips. She instinctively felt an orgasm building and promptly removed her mouth leaving me high and dry while it subsided. "Don't you cum yet." she ordered. "I wanna fuck you first." I grinned; it was strange hearing these words coming from what I would normally term a lady, she grinned back at me and then flicked her tongue over the eye of my cock. Before long, she was at it again, long and slow sucking motions almost stretching my well lubricated cock. Eventually she looked up at me, "Wanna fuck?" Next thing I know, Claire was reaching for condom. Holding it above my cock, she ripped the packet open and checked which way round to put it on. "I don't like using these things, but better safe than dead." she commented before slipping the pink condom into her mouth. She lowered her mouth over my cock once more and began to roll the condom gently downwards. I was surprised that she managed to get it half way down the shaft before resorting to her fingers, then taking care to make sure it was firmly down to the base. She grinned and kissed the head before getting to her feet. Pushing her panties down to her ankles, she kicked them off and stood still with her thighs slightly apart for me to get a good look. Her dark pubic hair had been trimmed into a small triangle, the bottom V just reaching her thick lips. Below was completely shaved bald with a sheen of shiny excitement visible between her lips. Claire reached down, took my hand and guided it between her legs, moving it back and forth in her wetness. "See how wet you've made me, it's all your fault." she said before moving astride me. Taking my cock in her hand, she manoeuvred herself up my thighs and then settled down on it. Still holding it, she began to lower herself down on it inch by inch. "Mmmmmmm, that's nice." Claire whispered as she took the whole length and began to slide up and down on it. .I was surprised at how tight her pussy was, I could feel every little lump and contour of her insides, even with the condom. For some reason, I was under the impression that the bigger the woman, the bigger the pussy. I just found out that it wasn't so. The snug fit and her warmth made it a very pleasant experience indeed. She hissed with every stroke and massaged her clitoris with one finger. My hands found her breasts and took their weight, I couldn't believe how big and heavy they were. They by far the biggest breasts I'd ever encountered, and while not a boob man, I was extremely impressed. Claire leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue slipping through my mouth to find mine. I caught the taste of wine we kissed tentatively and then more passionately. For the next few minutes, Claire bounced up and down on my lap, her arms around my neck pulling me close to kiss and nuzzle. I let my hands explore her smooth skin, and while she was a little on the large size, her body was tight and muscular. "I bet this is the best home coming you've had." came a voice. I'd all but forgotten about Steve and Allan; I turned to find then sitting watching our antics with stupid grins on their faces. There haven't been many times I've actually been lost for word, but this was one of them. "Don't worry about them." Claire mumbled. "I'll sort them out too." I laughed at the absurdity of it all and received a nip on my ear for my troubles. "You're a good little fuck." she said suddenly, slipping backwards off my cock. "We'll have to do this more often." Claire turned around with her back to me and then eased my cock back into her; I placed my hands around her waist to support her as she rocked back and forth. "Why don't you join us?" Claire suggested. Steve leaped out of his chair and presented himself to her, her hands quickly undoing his jeans and pushing down. She reached into his briefs and freed his erect cock, pushing the foreskin back to reveal a pink shiny head; she then lowered her lips to it. Now, I've seen Steve nude hundreds of time, but it was the first time with an erection. It was like I shouldn't be there, or even looking at it, but running away wasn't really an option at this point of time. It was around the same size as mine with thick veins running up its curved length. Claire then looked over at Allan. "C'mon, get your arse over here." she ordered. Allan laughed and got out of his chair, after stretching his arms wide, he walked over to us and dropped his jeans and briefs. His large erection was soon swaying in front of Claire's face; she dropped Steve from her mouth and began to suckle on Allan. He looked down at me and gave me a wink and then closed his eyes as she began to work on him. It was interesting watching his facial expressions, his pleasure obvious to see. Then Claire began alternating between both of them, sucking one while giving the other a hand job, then again swapping. While doing this, she was still rocking up and down on me with little jerks. After a while she stopped. "Trying to do three of you is too hard." Claire commented. She leaned backwards and turned to me, "How about I finish you off first, and then I'll do them?" I just nodded dumbly. Claire grinned and eased herself off me; she turned and knelt in front of me. "Let's get rid of this." she said rolling the condom off and dropping it on the floor. She picked up her glass and dribbled some wine carefully over my cock, her free hand underneath to catch any drips. Placing the glass on the floor again, she then rubbed the wine over my shaft. "Gets rid of the rubbery latex taste." she suggested before lowering her lips over it. "You can cum in my mouth if you want to." I laughed, it was the first time I'd heard ever that, all previous lovers had avoided it like the plague. Again, Claire began to milk my cock; it was by far the best blow job I'd ever experienced. Her lips; tongue and hands worked on me in perfect harmony, she gauged my response with perfection and expertly guided me towards a heavenly release. I watched as Steve moved in behind and slip his cock into Claire, she initially pulled away and turned to see if he had a condom on, which luckily he had. She then responded by raising her buttocks, guiding his cock into her and pushing back at him. "Mmmmm, that's real nice." she told him. I could feel the impact of every one of Steve's inward strokes as it transferred forward up Claire's body. Thankfully, she took a firm grip of my cock to avoid any teeth on cock injury. She smiled up at me, "C'mon, let me have it." she said while lifting her tempo on my cock. I sat back on the chair and watched as Claire milked me, realising I was getting close; she stopped deep throating me and concentrated on the head of my cock, her mouth encircling the head while her thumb and forefinger tormented the shaft and glands. Again, the sensation was exquisite as she stroked me to the point of orgasm. "Here it comes." I warned her as I began to shudder. Claire pulled her open mouth slightly away from the head of my cock; my first and second shots flew the few inches straight onto her tongue, the third on her chin as she swallowed. Her mouth quickly returned to my cock and sucked hard as I shuddered to a finish. She gazed up at me with affection as her tongue cleaned my cock; then presented her open mouth to prove the job was well done. "Yum yum yum; that was good fun." she said with a grin and a poets conviction. Claire then pulled away from Steve and crawled towards Allan who was sitting on the carpet watching. Pushing him down onto his back, she moved between his legs and began to suck his half erect cock. Steve wasted no time in moving back behind her and slipping his cock inside her once more. I lost track of time as I watched the three of them at it, changing places and positions from time to time. I was intrigued; I'd never watched somebody having sex before. Sure, I'd watched plenty of porn over the years, but this was different. The smell of sex was in the air, the grunting and groaning and the occasional humorous comment made it rather interesting. I couldn't believe how much stamina Claire had, she seemed to keep going and going, completely happy to do whatever they wanted. Any girl I'd ever been with would be screaming for mercy; or well on their way home by now. Every now and then Claire would look over at me, sometimes it would be a wink or she'd blow a kiss. Her favourite position seemed to be kneeling on all fours sucking a cock while being penetrated from behind. Eventually, Claire did her blowjob act on Steve and made him cum almost on command. She laughed as he fired high in the air and then lowered her mouth and sucked him dry. Being a reasonable sort of guy, I refilled Claire's wine glass and handed it over to her and then provided a towel for the mess she'd missed. Without hesitation, Claire then turned to Allan, "Up on the chair and I'll finish you off." Seconds later, Claire was nestled between his legs, and after removing the condom was soon sucking his shaft with great efficiency. His head was back on the headrest and his eyes closed as Claire worked on him. From where I was sitting, I could see her mouth sucking the head while her hands stroked him. The only way I knew he'd actually cum was by Allan shaking and squirming under her, again she just sucked her third cock of the day dry. I hadn't actually noticed until now that Steve had disappeared leaving just Allan, Claire and myself. Allan just lay back in a half comatose state as Claire turned and leaned against the chair, her body glowing with perspiration. Her breasts and buttocks were slightly red from all of the action, her thighs luckily closed as I'd hate to think what her pussy would've looked like after the hammering it had taken. She looked over at me and smiled, "I'd really love a coffee." she asked casually. I put my jeans on and was soon making coffee for two, I couldn't actually get any sense out of Allan, but I decided that a grunt was no to coffee. As I waited for the water to boil, I could hear water running in the bath room and guessed that Claire was cleaning up. I was surprised when she joined me in the kitchen dressed only in her bra and panties. She helped with the milk and sugar and we stood and sipped our cups. "Mmmm, good and strong." she commented. "I suppose that was a bit of an education?" I laughed, "It sure was." She smiled "They suggested that I come up here tonight after you'd arrived home. Told me to watch out for your old Ford with different colour panels and where you park." "You've done this before with them?" I asked. "Yeah, the other night. Met them in the car park and invited myself up. And don't you worry; they got a big a shock as you did when I started to get my gear off." "But you're married?" She sort of grinned, "Yeah, but it's a long story. Maybe I'll tell you about it one day." "Does your husband know?" "Nope. How about changing the subject?" We stood and chatted for a while as we emptied our cups. Now, for me there's something about a woman in underwear. My eyes were soon taking in her body, the large breasts, her curves and large thighs. I knew she was watching me, but I couldn't help myself and soon found myself getting visibly aroused. Claire looked down and grinned. "Do you want a quickie before I go?" she asked. "You're joking?" "Nah, I can do it all night, c'mon, I'm up for another." she suggested, heading back to the lounge without waiting for my answer. Luckily, Allan had disappeared to bed too. Claire quickly slipped her bra off and panties down, and then sat on the edge of the couch. Beckoning me over, she dropped my jeans and slipped my cock between her warm lips while her fingers fumbled with another condom packet. Seconds later, I was kneeling between her thighs guiding my cock into her pussy for the second time that night. Again her tightness surprised me as I slipped inside her to the hilt. Claire settled back on the couch and placed her legs over my shoulders. Infidelity and Tragedy "Mmmm, for a young guy, you sure know how to fuck." she whispered after a while. "Jeeez this is good." It took me a while to finish the second time; Claire laid back with her eyes closed and a gracious smile as I pounded away at her. Her hands roamed both our bodies, she would tweak her own nipples and then find mine; then her hand would wander down and caress my balls and the base of my cock. My eyes were mostly glued to her pussy; I liked her trimmed pubic hair and her bald lips below. I liked the way her pink lips bulged as I pulled my cock out and then faced inwards as I pushed it back in again, the condom was slick and slippery with her juices. Eventually I managed to cum just as my knees were about to give out on the carpet below. Placing one foot on the floor and her other leg around my buttocks, Claire rocked carefully with me until I cum. I then leaned back on my haunches to give my knees a rest. "You poor boy." Claire mocked as she slipped down beside on the floor and gently rolled the condom from my cock. "Let me get rid of this for you." she said while shaking my flagging cock. "It's been very nice to meet you." she added humorously, then got up and headed for the bathroom. Claire began to dress when she returned, I watched from the couch as she donned her underwear, jeans, top and lastly her shoes. She looked down at me and grinned. "Some night eh? We'll have to do this again sometime soon." she said leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. Seconds later she was gone. I didn't sleep much that night as I was full of emotions. I had enjoyed the sex tremendously, taking turns and watching the others. I had never met anyone quite like Claire before, for one it was the older woman thing, but it was also the confidence in which she demanded sex and took what she wanted. She gave the best blowjobs I'd ever encountered and then swallowed my load without spilling much more than a drop. On the other side of the coin, I had just cheated on Libby, and Claire had been unfaithful to her husband. What sort of wife did things like that? I couldn't imagine any other married woman I knew personally doing that sort of thing. While it was the most exciting sex I'd ever had, there was something not quite right with the whole thing. My girlfriend Libby arrived around noon the next day; she worked at one of the local radio stations as a sound technician. She loved the job, but on the downside she worked shifts, which is why she wasn't there to greet me the night before. Now Libby is the exact opposite of Claire in many ways, but I don't want that to sound condescending. Libby is a pretty girl of thin build with just enough meat on her to nicely fill a pair of jeans or a pair of panties. She is intelligent but quiet in nature. When it came to sex, she enjoys it immensely, but to her it's a private act and not to be discussed or joked about anywhere outside of the bedroom. In saying that, she is also very affectionate even when in public. She manages to separate affection and sex with ease, not like most males, me included. So that morning, Libby arrives and is all over me like a rash, my rash was of pure guilt. Luckily, there were a few other people there also, so l was sort of lucky not to have been dragged off into the bedroom for a more informal greeting. Steve and Allan just grinned at my predicament. I took some comfort in the fact that Steve's girlfriend Kim was there too, but I didn't see any guilt. As for Allan, well he just played the field. He was the best looking out of the three of us and had the gift of the gab; the opposite sex just seemed to lie down at his feet at a quick hello. That night, Libby stayed the night after making sure the bedroom door was locked; then made love to me gently and tenderly, very much unlike the night before. Over the next few work days, I knocked off work early using time in lieu for additional hours worked while on the training course. On the second day, there was a knock on the door and seconds later Claire was inside. We sat and chatted for awhile and then she dropped another bombshell. "Wanna fuck?" she asked casually. Now, over the last few days, I'd decided that I didn't really want to get involved in this. The alarm bells had been ringing, and now they were clanging loudly. "Look Claire, I'm actually dating someone. While I had fun the other night, I don't know that this is such a good idea." She smiled mischievously, "It's okay, no one will know. And I want to do you; I think you're a great little lover with a nice cock." Claire then dealt me a second lesson as I'd never been seduced before, no one ever had to. But she was soon all over me, and not long after, she had my cock in her mouth and I wasn't going anywhere. She had me on the verge of filling her mouth; then slipped a condom on me in a flash, her skirt was soon up and her panties pulled to one side as she lowered herself on to me. She rode me as she slipped out of her clothes; then fucked what little sense I still had out of me. Afterwards, we lay contently on the couch with her in my arms. Again the guilt flowed through me, and I was inquisitive about her situation with her husband. "Why do you do this? I asked her. She hesitated before answering, "Because I need more sex than my husband can give me. I just love it and can't get enough of it." "Does he know about your other lovers?" "No. Look, if this is going to be the Spanish inquisition, I'll just leave." "No, I don't want you to go. I just want to understand what's going on." I replied. "Why, most guys are quite happy to fuck me without the questions?" "Because I like you, and I care about you." I said truthfully Claire raised her head to mine and looked at me with a smile, "Thank you for caring, but I'm okay. If you really want to know, I'm a sex addict. I like sex a couple of times a day if I can get it, my husband just can't manage it. I crave multiple orgasms, not big ones but lots of little ones. I play safe with condoms and only do it with people I like. I like you a lot but you ask too many questions, but seeing as you fuck me so good, I might just overlook that." "Have you ever got medical help or anything?" "Several times, but I go through patches like this sometimes where nothing helps. So you might have to put up with me for a while. Meeting you guys was a godsend, three nice cocks all in one place. What more could a nice little nymphomaniac like me ask for. Taking all three of you on the other night was naughty but most enjoyable." "I laughed, "Yeah, I sort of enjoyed it too, never had an orgy before." We chatted for awhile and then Claire headed back to her own apartment. An hour later, Steve arrived home. He stuck his nose in the air and grinned. "You dirty lucky bastard, Claire's been here, I can smell the sex and her perfume. Can't wait to tell Allan. He'll be jealous he wasn't here to help." Claire again arrived the next day not long after I got home. To be honest, I would've rather talked than had sex, but she now knew how to push my buttons and I was easy meat. Afterwards, we again sat around and talked. By now I really liked her, not only for the sex, but as a person. She was really nice and easy to talk to. On the Friday night, she turned up at our door quite late and took the three of us on again. Without going into great detail, it was very much like the first time, and she then disappeared out our door in the early hours leaving the three of us in an exhausted state. The next morning I headed down in the lift towards the car park and was greeted with half a dozen or more police cars, watchful uniformed police and a fair number of curious onlookers. I spotted old Tom, the building caretaker hovering close by and wandered over to him. "What's going on?" I asked. "Someone got fucking murdered." "Who? Anyone we know?" I asked. "Yeah, woman up on the third floor. Claire Mathers. Seems her old man found out she'd fucking around and strangled her last night when she came home. Then he rang the cops and waited until they arrived. He showed them the body and then confessed to killing her." Tom sighed, "Fuck, you never know what goes on around you." I can remember feeling sick as the implications sunk in. I went back upstairs and told the others and we all sat around in a state of shock. None of us heard the commotion when the cops arrived in the early hours, but our bedrooms are at the rear of the apartment and we're kind of used to sirens during the night. Of course all of the excuses started to appear, like it wasn't really our fault. But this hit me hard; of course it was our fault, at least to some degree. I liked Claire, she was a genuinely a really nice person who had a problem, one which we were quite happy to exploit. If we had sent her packing when she first arrived last night, she would probably be alive and smiling instead, of lying dead on a cold slab in the local morgue. I suddenly wanted to be alone, away from Steve and Allan and their excuses. I needed solitude to get my thoughts around what had happened. Libby found me an hour later sitting on embankment looking out to sea. It was a place we often came to on a summer's day, sometimes just to sit and talk or demolish a hamburger or two. One thing about Libby is that she is very perceptive, especially where I'm involved. I'm like a big open book she would often tell me. She plonked herself down beside me and nestled in close out of the breeze. She looked up at me with her big eyes and noticed my mood, and then asked what was up? I just blurted the whole thing out. She soon moved away and turned to face me as I told my story, the look of anguish in her face plain to see. She waited until I finished and looked deep into my eyes. "You're telling that you all screwed her last night and a couple of times before that? And then you sent her home to her husband so that he could kill her?" I nodded; it was all I could bring myself to do. Her reaction was swift and direct. "You bastards, you useless bastards. How could you ever do a thing like that?" she cried getting to her feet. "I thought I knew you Gav, but now I fucking hate you." With that, Libby walked away. Thing was I couldn't argue, I was a bastard and a useless one at that. For the next day or so I kept to myself as I brooded away at myself, not with pity, but with well deserved anger. It was me that cared, who talked to her about what was going on, but didn't have the guts to do anything about it. Claire's funeral was a couple of days later; I snuck into the church and sat in the back row. It was an extremely profound few minutes for me, to see her family and friends say their last goodbye was a saddening experience. That next afternoon, I found myself in the car park where Libby worked, she found me sitting on the bonnet of her old Renault. She stopped and looked at me when she saw me, and I suppose that it took a bit of courage for her to come closer. "What do you want?" she asked. I looked up at her with sad eyes, "I need someone to hold me." "Does it have to be me?" she asked. "No, but I want it to be you." For what seemed like an eternity, Libby stood and looked at me, and then to my great relief, stepped close and put her arms around me. We held each other tight, but not as lovers, but as friends. Libby took me home that afternoon, and we sat in her lounge floor for hours talking. I told her all about Claire, not about the sex, but about her problem and how I tried to confide in and help her. I told her what a nice person she was, how she laughed and smiled. Libby just listened and took it all in, that night I stayed in her bed, both fully clothed but arm in arm. Sex was the last thing either of us was interested in. It's a funny thing really, but all this brought me closer to Libby, and I think Libby to me. Libby tells me that I'm a far better person now, and I think she's right. We became lovers again and have been together for many years since. We eventually married and became great soul mates. But I often think of Claire and consider how unfortunate the whole episode was, and how bad sex can turn into tragedy. For me, there will only be one lady in my life, and I will ensure that I keep her happy to the very best of my ability. So now you know my story and of my demon, and if there is one thing I could change in my life, it would be to have Claire's smiling face in front me again. For all her faults, she was someone who very much deserved to be on this earth. A footnote from Libby I'm glad that Gav told his story; although it's one I'm well versed in. But now that I've read it, I have to acknowledge a little guilt on my part. If the thing with Claire hadn't happened, I doubt whether Gav and I would be together today. I'd be reasonably confident that we would've eventually parted our ways and led very different lives. At the time we got back together, I had no inkling that it would last forever. So, I owe her at least something. Most females, young or old, would consider that there is nothing worse than an unfaithful man. It's bad enough when you're single; and even worse when you're married. When I walked away from Gav that day after he told me about Claire, I had no intention of having anything to do with him again. But when he appeared on my car a few days later and asked to be held, my heart went out to him. It was like this whole facade had been stripped away and here was this new man, not the yob that I thought and knew him to be. He did a lot of growing up in a short period of time, and he kinda sneaked back into my heart with ease. I have to admit that I struggled with the sex thing with Gav and Claire; for I've never had an interest in casual sex or multiple partners. For me, sex is about the person not the act. I've had other lovers before Gav and I met, but they were boys I actually cared for and had an ongoing relationship with. But I understand what men are like, their natural attraction to sex, and the desire to try things new, even though it's never an excuse to hurt people. I know that Gav sometimes thinks back to Claire, he has a certain far away manner that I seem to be able to tap into. I then like nothing better than curl up into his lap, kiss him on the forehead and hold him tight. For he is my man and I love him dearly, not only for his past, but also our future which I have no doubt will be worth living. So, thank you for taking the time to read Gav's story, and I hope you may learn something from this, as we surely have.