0 comments/ 70478 views/ 11 favorites Last to Know By: Sven the Elder Chapter 1 - Setting the stage. It's strange how things come to light when we think we've hidden and forgotten them. That was just a passing thought as I sat on my own in the bar of a hotel I hadn't been back to in over thirty years. I was having a beer while I waited for my wife to finish getting ready and join me for a meal. As I sat there at the back of the room, I looked at the other customers and was slightly startled to see a vaguely familiar face. The man, slightly older than us, turned from the bar and came across, smiled as he introduced himself and then sat down. Brett had been the Project Manager for the local company building our small estate of houses when we first moved to this part of the world all that time ago. Now at this point I'm going to take a moment to add a Shakespearean aside. Ours had been the first house finished and we had moved into it when the small street was still a messy, muddy building site. We had quickly made friends with the builders and kept them supplied with hot drinks when the weather was cold and wet. Indeed our kitchen became a haven for them. They had shown their gratitude, or at least I had thought so at the time, by doing little extra things in our house free of charge, and they were quite generous in doing so. Let me offer an example - our house was small and I wanted a hobby room and so bought a wooden garden building. It had been brought to us and part of the deal was that the guys that delivered it would also set it up for us. So they duly arrived. Our building friends noted this and realizing what was going to happen, told them to hang on for a minute, we would give them a cup of tea, while they prepared the foundations. And prepare them they did! A gravel base appeared, was topped off with small sections of concrete and slabs were then laid to give a solid foundation. So the shed was erected, power run properly in from the house, a path laid and all done in rapid time before I came home from my shift-work job later that night. Frankly it was breath-taking, a superb job and almost embarrassing in its generosity. In my naivety at the time I was just very grateful. And that's the way I remained until quite recently. What had made me wonder was an article in a monthly magazine Janet, my wife, gets. It has an 'Agony Aunt' section and though I don't usually read them in any detail I often scan and have a quiet laugh to myself about some of the subjects that people write in about. That is until I came across a subject a few months back. It was a letter from a lady asking how she should deal with a situation. Nothing unusual there I hear you comment. Except this lady detailed a problem that had occurred some long time before and obviously still felt guilty about. The lady had been having a house built in Scotland and she'd manage to get quite a lot of expensive extras for nothing by 'looking after' the builders with favours that had started in a small way with coffee, tea, cakes etc and had ended up with her being well and truly bedded by some of the builders involved. Her husband had not found out but she had been wrestling with her conscience, knowing that the guilt of her adultery had inhibited her sexual performance for so many years. Which was why she wanted help - should she tell her poor husband, and if so how the hell would she do so...? The crash of the penny dropping in my head was like the sound of a fruit machine jackpot dropping at Vegas rather than the clunk of a single penny hitting the floor. Fortunately my wife of some forty and odd years was out of the house when I read her magazine and couldn't spot either my stunned expression or my reaction to the 'Dear Abby' letter. The truth was that that was where we had lived and yes we had a huge amount of extras at the time. To be truthful I was so stunned I actually don't know what the recommendation as to how to deal with the situation was. I do know that having read the article, I put the magazine back on the coffee table and that by the next day it had disappeared. So I said nothing. Well - what would you have done? After all this had been some thirty and odd years ago and she was a month or so pregnant with our first son at the time. What would raking things up do or solve after all this time, other than perhaps to satisfy my curiosity. Interesting to contemplate that at the time, knowledge of what had happened might well have led to us parting. Now it would probably be very different as I had become curious as to what drove married couples who either had open marriages, or tolerated or even welcomed one or other having relationships outside of their marital bed. I had read a lot about it and as well as that curiosity I was also a lot more tolerant in my older age. However, notwithstanding either my thoughts or any other plans I might have had - fate was yet going to play an interesting hand. A close friend moved up to the area, North of the English Border and insisted that a few months down the line when they were settled into their new home and lifestyle, that we should drive up and stay with them. After all, her new home was less than an hour away from where she knew we used to live and at the very least we could either just drive past and have a look for old times' sake or maybe even look up friends from all that time ago. We had accepted. Which is why after visiting our friend we were now checked into a hotel about ten miles away from our old home, for just one night. ----------------- And so here I was sat in the bar and the man who had just come and joined me was the person who had probably cuckolded me all that time ago. There being no point in either accusative histrionics or anything else for that matter, so we passed pleasantries, as you do, and chatted over our respective drinks. Inevitably we discussed the main item we had in common - the building of our little cul-de-sac of houses. Equally inevitably of course, I just had to ask. "So, Brett, all that time ago, in the end Janet did pay for all of those extras, didn't she?" Brett looked me straight in the eye. "Yes she did. Aye indeed - in full!" His answer left me in no doubt as to what he meant. At that point he looked over my shoulder and said, "I think I need to go..." and was up and leaving before I could argue. I watched him cross the room on his way out as Janet, who he had seen entering and recognised, was coming across. He stopped briefly and said something to her as I watched. She staggered and almost fell before he steadied her by the elbow. Then they parted and she came on over to where I was sitting. I stood up as she approached, white as a sheet and with tears in her eyes. "So you know?" was all she said. "Yes." And she then looked at me, realising I wasn't angry or shouting or upset. I said, "I think we both need a stronger drink as a first!" Also going to the bar gave me time to think what I wanted to say or how I was going to play out the scene. I returned with a couple of double scotches and, sitting down, gave one to her. She just took it and as she drank it back in one, looked at me fearing her world had just collapsed. I sighed gently and said, "Well at the very least we both need to talk - openly and honestly. However before we do I need to tell you something about my thoughts. Hear me out and let me say my piece then you can have your say. Do you want to stay here in the bar, it's open and with the background music it's also discreet, or would you rather grab a bottle of wine and go up to our room? Rest assured I'm not going to make a scene or shout or scream or worse. Or do you want something to eat first?" Janet looked at me. "I can't eat just now, I don't feel well as it is, so perhaps cancel our table and take a bottle of wine to our room - there's some bottled water there as well if we want it. I'll go there now - I must look dreadful with my make-up running." "OK - I'll join you there shortly." As I went to Reception to order the wine for our room I couldn't help but wonder what my very straight-laced, convent-educated wife of forty and odd years was going to tell me - especially after I had told her how different and more open-minded I had become as I'd grown older... Chapter 2 - Realisation. I got to our bedroom about ten minutes later and entered to the sound of sobs from the inner room. Not a good start. How to continue? Perhaps nothing as I waited for the bottle of wine to be delivered? No, equally not a good idea. In the end I cleared my throat as I sat on the end of the bed beside her and put my hand on her shoulder, "I thought you were going to have a tidy up and use the time as a chance to compose yourself?" I got the reply I half expected, "What's the point? I've been found out and you're going to leave me, which is all I deserve." I thought I'd better come straight to my point. "No! I'm not about to leave you. I'll come to why in a moment. Little if anything will change. But in the end it would be nice to have some answers now I've come to realise and understand what happened all those years ago. But no, as I said, I'm not going to leave you - so go wash your face and tidy up a bit while we wait for the wine. Janet looked at me as if I'd got several heads as I told her I wasn't going, but at least stopped crying as she went off to the bathroom. A few minutes later she came out, tidier, more composed and at least no tears although her eyes were still very red. As the wine had arrived I had poured us both a glass and took one over to her, then went and sat in the chair opposite. I cleared my throat as she sat, worried and waiting. "So let me give you some thoughts that I've been having, hear me out and then you can tell me what you think." She nodded in response. "Let's think back to when we lived here. We were the first on the development by a long way and we both got to know Brett and the workmen pretty well. We've always got on well with people like that, it often pays dividends and it certainly seemed to do so for us. We got an awful lot of extras, some of them not so little, at no cost. Well no direct cost - I'll amend that now. I guess it's my own fault, I was pretty naive and having lost your income when you fell pregnant I was working all the overtime hours that I could to try and give us a financial cushion, having just bought our first decent house. Also, all those years ago it never crossed my mind that there might have been other forms of payment involved. But there were, weren't there?" Janet started to say something so I put my hand up and she stopped. "I'll finish in a moment and then you can tell me about it. Brett didn't tell me you know, he just confirmed it. Not that I had guessed or really thought about it up until the time I read that piece in the Agony Aunt column in your magazine six or so months ago - the one that disappeared from view very quickly." I knew right then that I'd been correct as Janet went "Ohhh!", put her hand up to her mouth and actually went red rather than white as she had been. "That's right, the one where the wife confessed her affair with the builders to have all the nice extras she wanted. Hubby had not found out but she wanted to know how best to deal with it and get past her guilt and her repressed sexuality. What was the advice by the way? For some reason having read that, I never managed to read the rest and when I next looked for the magazine it had gone. I'm not sure why you wrote the letter, but I'll turn things over to you now, I've pretty well guessed what might have happened, so spare me any attempts at glossing over it. At this point I think I'd rather know the truth, difficult as it may be to tell me. Neither of us can afford a divorce so we'd better talk about it and see what conclusions we can come to. Given that I had more or less worked things out six months ago and was waiting for a possible time to talk to you I can see little point in being bitter or nasty or vindictive. I'd just like to know why." Chapter 3 - Confessions are good for the soul. Janet looked at me, took a large gulp of her wine and started, her voice at first quiet with a tremor in it, but becoming steadier and more normal as she spoke. "First of all, you're quite right that there was a price to be paid for all the things we had. I might as well say it up front - it was sex!" Janet's eyes started to tear up again at this point, but she wiped her eyes with a tissue thoughtfully provided by the hotel, composed herself and continued. "So how did your demure, Convent-educated, non-risqué, stay-at-home and pregnant wife effectively become a whore and get paid for sex?" This time it was her turn to silence me with her hand and I decided that from now on I would stay silent and let her talk herself out. Janet got to her feet and poured some more wine into her glass and I think I was glad at that point I'd ordered two bottles, not just one, it looked as if we might need the second one before the evening was done. She stayed on her feet and walked gently up and down the room as she continued talking, not really looking at me. "Well, you were right when you said we looked after our workmen, as you also added, we always have done so in those sort of circumstances, but I was unprepared for the way events panned out although perhaps I was being naive myself in hindsight. You were also right when you said you were working too hard and yes, I did feel as if I was being neglected. In truth I was lonely. The place was nothing like the friendly local area down in the South West where I grew up. "You know growing up with elderly parents meant they were very protective. On a Friday or Saturday night when my friends went to the pub, or to the cinema or even worse, dancing, I was never allowed to do that. My reputation had to be spotless - out for an ice cream or a coffee with my girlfriends, flirt a bit with the boys, but then always home by nine o'clock. Good old Janet - boring as bloody sin. We gossiped amongst our friends about the 'Bad' Girls - the ones who'd gone all the way in the back of a car - at least one of the girls left school and it was rumored she was pregnant. I don't think we ever did find out the truth. And then there were the two or three who still lived in the village - before they met their future partners. I marveled at the fact that still living there a husband might be in the pub, sharing a beer with a friend...both knowing that not many years before his future wife was on her knees happily sucking his friend's ...thing..." Janet saw my slightly raised eyebrow at the use of the term 'thing' and continued: "uhh, OK, 'cock' then." She sighed and then went on. "And so I came to realise that....they had all the fun. No one cares. Few even remember. What do they remember about me? Nothing! Except, well of course... she was a 'good' girl. So I've been carrying the guilt of being 'Good' for all these years. I suppose that is why our sex life has been, shall we say less than spectacular. I've never even been very good at initiating sex between us. I was always taught that girls who liked sex for other than having children weren't 'Nice Girls'. I experimented like all the 'other' girls, but never lost my virginity until you came along. I found I loved sex after you initiated me into it. Then we married and after a time I began to think of all the lost years. I even thought of some of the guys I would have ....done... ok, fucked. But I hadn't. What a dummy. "But I also knew that when we made love -- oh, ok then, when we had sex - in the context we're talking it certainly was sex not love! When we had sex I loved it. And when I was pregnant I wanted even more and you weren't there. No. I'm not blaming you, please understand that, but let's just say that your absence didn't help things at all. However I do understand that I could and should have stopped things before they got out of hand. But I also knew with being pregnant my life had changed for ever and if I wanted to sample some of the wilder side of life it was going to be now or never. So when Brett made the advances I quickly decided not to fight it. "What started it all off was me asking Brett about the extra flooring in the loft. He was having coffee with me. On that occasion no-one else was in the kitchen. Fortunately I'd just put my coffee mug down or I think it would have gone everywhere. I was totally unprepared for what happened next. I was stood at the window, both hands leaning against the sill and looking out. Brett put his coffee down and came and stood very close behind me. Close enough that he could put his hands around my waist and pull me back against him. I nearly had a heart-attack as it was still so unexpected and I put my hands over his and just said 'Brett - stop that, I'm a pregnant, married woman! And I'll scream.' 'I don't think you will you know,' he said in my ear as he pulled me back to him, then 'To do something like that, as big as that job is, I think you might have to make it more worth my while'. "Fortunately again there was no one out the back that morning as they would have seen very clearly what was going on and what happened next. Brett moved his hands up and cupped my breasts - you remember they grew in size from early on - and as he did so I felt him push himself against me from behind. I could feel his cock pushing into me. The bastard was already hard. I turned round inside his hold on me and faced him. At that point he dropped his hands to my ass-cheeks and pulled me into him and I was left under no illusion either to his state or what he wanted. I was paralysed, not with fear, but with the thought that I could feel myself getting wet down there." My eyebrows must have twitched again, 'cos she went on: "My pussy was wet and I wanted him. From that point on I think he knew he'd won because I let him undo my blouse and un-cup my breasts. He bent towards them and suckled on them gently and I had an orgasm on the spot. He had to stop me falling over. You know he's quite strong? Well he just half-bent his knees and picked me up and carried me into our bedroom. "At that point nothing was going to stop either of us. I hate the word but I knew he was going to fuck - there I've said it - fuck me and I wanted him to do so! "He laid me on the bed and started undressing me. He wasn't very good at it though and in the end I took over and undressed for him. As he watched me undress, he took his shirt off, then his trousers - he'd left his shoes at the backdoor - at least at that point he also took his socks off. "So he stood there in his underwear, his cock-head sticking up above the waistband. Then he walked across to me and I touched him, it ... his cock. So hot. I pulled his pants down and it sprang free. He was dripping fluid from the end he was so turned on. He's circumcised you know, and the end was purple he was so hard. "I laid back on our bed and spread my legs as he knelt between them. I, not he, guided him into me and he just went all the way in in one long, slow slide. "God, it was delicious! "He's not as big as you and in a way it was easier and more comfortable because of that. Then he moved and fucked me with increasing ferocity, I came again before he did, then he went rigid deep, deep inside me. He came so much I could actually feel his spurts. Slowly he pulled out of me and his juices started to follow - I cupped my hand there so as not to ruin the bedspread, it's too big and you couldn't wash it in our machine, and so I ran to the bathroom and the toilet. "I washed then and went back into the bedroom - to find he'd dressed and gone. When I went into the kitchen, still naked, he was stood there looking very sheepish. He started to apologise to me and I silenced him. After all I could have stopped him, but I didn't, I just said that it mustn't happen again." Last to Know I nodded and took another sip of my drink - I was trying to hide the fact that listening to Janet's tale had made me rock hard. It was just at that moment I was glad she hadn't noticed because I really didn't want to advertise the fact just at that point. Janet took my silence as a signal to carry on. "Brett finished his cold coffee without saying much more and then looking very thoughtful went back outside. I, of course, just went and got dressed. A little time later the carpenter arrived with a couple of guys carrying floorboards - so your darling wife had just 'fucked' the foreman in payment for the extra items. "So that's the point it all started. "The only trouble was I enjoyed it. Brett came back in later in the day to check how they were getting on and out of their hearing again started to apologise. I stopped him and just said that I knew he and you had a drink together occasionally and you must never know. Which is what had happened until that bloody piece I wrote was published and you read it. Which you weren't meant to do!" At that point Janet visibly wilted and sat back down. She looked at me and then realised I was desperately trying hide a huge, hard erection. "God, I've made you hard!" That was all she said before coming across and checking it out. "Good!" was all she could say, "Because I'm wet again just telling you. I want you inside me -- now!" And she started undressing in front of me. I followed suit and I think it was a race as to who got there first. Janet had a look in her eyes I'd never seen before as she pushed me down onto the bed and then straddled and impaled herself on me. She slid down slipping that hot, wet, buttery pussy onto me in one go and then we tried to fuck ourselves into next week. Except of course we didn't. Last long that is. We both came hard, and long, and wet, very wet with the biggest orgasm we'd either of us had in a very long time. She lay on my chest, both of us still breathing hard. I kissed her and asked, "So that was it then - just that one time?" She sort of sighed. "No - I'll tell you about the others later." Chapter 4 - the saga continues. We decided we both felt a bit more normal having got things off our respective chests and were both hungry enough to eat now, so after showering and dressing quickly, we went down to the restaurant before it closed. I also decided that while the meal was being prepared that maybe we might stay another night or two, so while we waited I excused myself and went and organised another couple of nights. As luck would have it, it was quiet this early in the year and they could, quite happily it must be said, fit us in. After dinner, at Janet's request we went back to our room. After all there was both an unopened bottle of wine and I guess, some unfinished business to learn about. Janet, having realised I was not going to go up in smoke and flames and was, in fact, turned on by her story, was now a little more relaxed about what had happened. I have to say I was simply amazed at the apparent transformation from one extreme to the other. We sat back down and Janet curled her feet underneath her. "I suppose you'd better know the rest of the sordid details?" she said with a little grimace. I just nodded. "Well Brett was off-site the next couple of days so I didn't see him at all. The carpenters finished the work upstairs in the roof space and went back to their other work. You came and went, just eating and sleeping in the house - I got my usual lack of attention but now I wasn't quite so worried and in any case I was used to it from you." Now it was my turn to grimace at her turn of phrase. "In fact it was the end of the week, the Friday morning, before Brett came back into the kitchen. Again on his own. "I was stood in there between doing things and had just put the kettle on. Once again it was quiet and in any case as you know we weren't overlooked. The door had been open as normal so he just came in and actually startled me a little when he said hello. He was still very quiet about what had happened so I decided to maybe try and set him at ease a little. I went over to him, put my hands on his shoulders and kissed him. "He actually blushed. Especially when I thanked him and said that I needed what had happened as much as he did and that I had enjoyed it and he wasn't to worry. I'm not sure how it happened but we were back in our bedroom and fucking like rabbits inside a couple of minutes, and it was good. Sven, I enjoyed it. It was good and I wanted it and once again it filled a need. "As I was already nearly two months into my pregnancy, he couldn't 'knock me up' so we just fucked, bareback, without worry. But this time with a towel underneath us. Brett was also unusual in that both before and after he fucked me he loved to eat my pussy. "As I didn't know how he was very patient and gently persuaded me to make love to his cock with my mouth. The first time he told me was going to come, so he didn't come in my mouth - it was a hell of a rush to think I'd made him do that and to watch the great gobs of cum spurt out on my breasts. A few days later he didn't tell me and the first spurt was in my mouth. I choked a bit on it but realised the taste actually wasn't too bad and so the next time I just let it happen and I rapidly began to look forward to it. In the end I also loved to take him in my mouth and I often let him come and always swallowed his juices. I sometimes also cleaned him off after our sex sessions, just as he did me. You have to realise that it was a transition point for me. From 'Good Girl' to being a 'Bad Girl' - trashy behavior - almost a bit of tramp! So different from the old me!!" All I could think listening to Janet was what a hell of a revelation that was as she'd never done that for me! "Not long afterwards you were promoted and transferred back south again. After that I think Brett and I fucked every day until the doctor told me that sex between you and I ought to wait until after the Baby was born. Obviously he didn't know I had a lover, but from then on Brett and I only ever had oral sex." "Jeez!" I said, "I guess that perhaps you didn't miss me quite as much as I worried about then. Was Brett the only one?" I thought maybe I ought to clear up that point as well. "I was going to come to that - as it turned out, no, he wasn't. Though looking back at it now I'm not too proud about it. However there is one thing you ought to know before I continue." "OK!" I replied, "Go on then." "All this was the reason I didn't kick up a fuss when you had that six month affair eight years ago." "Bugger! And I thought I'd been discreet and got away with it!" Now it was Janet's turn to raise an eyebrow. "You must be joking!" she said. "At least in my case Brett and I may have been screwing around, at one stage right under your nose, but you didn't either notice or find out. When you had your affair I knew about it within a week of the start. I can read you like a book and I knew. "I even guessed who it was. I just decided I had no right to confront you with it - I couldn't be that hypocritical. But let me carry on. "When the loft had been done and before you were posted South, Brett came to me for his afternoon session, and after we'd fucked he said to me 'You'd like Gary.' "Gary was the electrician and a little bit younger, slightly shy but in a quiet sort of a way quite dishy." "Hmm - I remember him," I said, "Wasn't it he who wired the extension to the garden workshop?" "That's right. But that was a little later - I asked Brett why I'd like him. Brett told me he was reputed to be hung like a horse and also was a very interesting shape. I just laughed and told him that actually 'hung like a horse' wasn't that much to write home about as I had quite enough of that with you and it hadn't always been that comfortable. Brett told me that with a little 'encouragement' from me that Gary would put decent lighting up in the loft for us. "I have to admit that your demure little wife was enjoying the attention and of course the sex, so on the spur of the moment I said, 'OK but no-one else and he, Gary that is, would need to be very discreet.' A little later that day Gary came by for his afternoon mug of tea and mentioned that Brett said I had a job for him to look at. Well by then I'd decided how I was going to play it, and so I'd changed into a short skirt and I wasn't wearing any knickers. Brett liked me shaved as well so I was quite bald down there so he wasn't going to be under any illusions" "Bloody hell!" I interjected "and you told me the doctor had told you to remain shaved after that internal he'd given you!" Janet laughed. "You really were very naive you know, it was almost too easy to misdirect you when you were home. The big thing was that the boys, the workmen that is, still kept coming round and we always still had that little bit of banter so you wouldn't get suspicious. "Anyway, I said to Gary follow me up to the loft and I'll show you what needs doing. As I said now the weather was warmer I had a shortish skirt on and of course no knickers. I climbed the steep, folding stairs up to the loft and waited, stood at the top, so that Gary got a good eyeful as he climbed up behind me. By the time he got there I was wet in anticipation and he was desperately trying to hide a huge boner. "I grinned at him and just said 'I see you liked the view' as I held his cock through his trousers and he went bright red and started to stutter his protest. I unzipped him and pulled out the most amazing cock I've ever seen, not that I've seen that many. At that point it amounted to yours, Brett's and then Gary's. "It was literally shaped like a curved scimitar and about as long and thick as you, but shaped the same as a normal banana is. Probably about the same length as you but oh so curved. I couldn't resist eating him as best as I could, even though the shape made it quite difficult. "On that occasion I didn't want to waste what was about to come so for his first time I just spread my legs and bent forward over a chair that we were storing up there. He didn't need asking twice, flipped my skirt up my back and I got speared and fucked from behind. That curve hit all the right places and I was coming almost straight away which was just as well because he didn't last long. "He came like a fire-hose. "So then I took him downstairs and we fucked on the bed for about an hour - that shape was sensational in what it did for me. In the end we only stopped that day because we heard your car as you arrived home unexpectedly early from work. It was a very close call, Gary only just got out the back door as you put your key in the front one. It was as well by then I had grabbed my stretchy jeans as I was anxious in case I was leaking inside them, that why I went and sat on the lavatory as you came in! I did feel a little guilty that night - for the first time in a long while you wanted some loving and I told you no, it had been a bad day, I was too sore. I was, but not from anything to do with the baby! "Actually the next day I had to restrict myself to giving them blow-jobs - my pussy was still too sore after Gary's battering and size for the first time." "So it was just Brett and Gary?" I asked. Janet blushed and said, "Yes. The others knew we were 'playing' but in the end it was just Brett nearly every day and Gary two or three times a week." I said, "Well I did ask and I did want to know. Now, it's gone midnight, perhaps we ought to go to bed." Which we did and Janet finding, not surprisingly, that I was achingly hard, having listened to the litany of what was effectively hard-core porn, decided that it was too good to waste and so had her very wicked way with me before we went to sleep. 5 - A new Day dawns I was wakened very pleasantly by the oral ministrations being carried out on my still aching cock. It was as pleasant as it was unusual. Janet had, as I said earlier up to this moment never given me, her husband of over 40 years, a proper blow-job. Indeed it was only when she had been talking to me about her skills with both Brett and Gary that I even knew she could or would do so. All I'd ever had in all our time married was a cursory lick as a sop to my requests as 'nice girls' didn't do that sort of thing! The blow-job I was getting just at that point, however, was world class and when the inevitable happened Janet had a good mouthful, which was shown to me and then swallowed - better than any porn star and a first for me from my wife. I decided that it might not be a good idea to tell her at that point that during my affair I'd had a series of great BJ's then. I didn't even mind Janet's sticky kiss and taste of my own sperm that followed. I guessed that if I complained my first BJ might also turn into my last - so nothing was said. We showered, dressed and went down for breakfast. Janet was now a lot more relaxed and easier than she had been the night before. Over a coffee we quietly mulled over some of the facets of what she had told me. She had no idea why Brett appealed to her in the way he had, almost because he was not a polished performer, rather, being a builder by profession, he was a slightly rough character not a smoothie trying to charm his way into Janet's pants. Over Janet's shoulder I watched, surprised, as Brett came into the room for his breakfast. I had a sudden though so before he came into her view I quite abruptly asked the direct question, "If you could would you fuck him again?" There was just the merest hint of a hesitation which told me what I wanted to know and if I'd missed that the deepening blush that followed it up would have given her away anyway. So I said, "If you would like to, you might just get that chance while we're here - he's just walked into the dining room and if you so wish I won't stand in your way. Go ask him." Janet looked at me as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing, so I continued, "Go with him to his room, I don't want to watch, but I do want you to tell me about it afterwards. "I'm going to walk down to the high street to pick up a newspaper, and I'll have a coffee in that coffee shop we noted yesterday. I'll be back sometime later - I'll see you in our room afterwards. It's a one-time thing so don't think about it too long or waste it. Have fun." And without looking at him directly I walked out of the dining room, picked up a jacket from our car parked out the front of the hotel and without a backward glance walked off into town. It was close to two hours later when I walked back into the Hotel Lobby and almost literally bumped into Brett who was in the process of leaving, having just checked out. So what do you say to the man who in the past cuckolded you and who you now suspect has just been screwing the bejasus out of your wife for the past hour or so. He solved it for me. Looking me straight in the eye he said, "Thank you Sven, you've a very civilised way of dealing with life - Janet's very lucky and I suspect so are you." So saying he shook my hand and carried on. Out of the hotel door and out of our life for the last time. I went up to our room to find Janet sitting there. She smiled at me and said "Thank you - that was special. Now, I've not showered, so for the second time in your life would you like sloppy seconds? Only this time you'll know 'cos I'm telling you." My answer? Well, what do you think? Epilogue We checked out later the same day driving back across the border into England and the long drive home to where we now live in the South West. During that drive we pondered over the previous couple or three days, and how they had finally cleared the air between us. I did ask her why she wrote to the Agony Aunt. Her answer was that maybe she wanted it to come out into the open between us and wanted to see what the woman would say as to how she might achieve that aim. Let's just say it wasn't along the lines of what had actually happened as I was never meant to see it, and even if I had, Janet thought I would never make the connection as I had done. In fact it had now opened up new horizons for us. Janet only asked me one question about my affair with our best friend, which had occurred shortly after that friend had lost her husband. No, I'm not particularly proud of it, I had been comforting the widow and yes, the trouble was we had both enjoyed it - immensely - and probably still would be now if we had half the chance. So the answer to Janet's question was just that. Why had we stopped? Because we were becoming too dependent on each other and in the end Sally had decided that she didn't want to come between her two best friends. In fact I told Janet that Sally had set a pre-condition for us ever having sex together again. Janet of course asked what that was. I said it was very simple. That she, Janet, had to tell Sally, that she, Sally could borrow me for the night, the day, the weekend. The telling had to be in front of me - to her, Sally's, face. Sally's shortly coming to stay with us for a week's vacation. By the glint in Janet's eye I think it entirely possible that I may be going to be quite busy keeping two very good friends and horny lovers happy. ©Sven the Elder. March 2012.