89 comments/ 73948 views/ 18 favorites Me Time By: DeYaKen Authors Note This story is a work of fiction. The characters represented here are all fictitious and any similarity with anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. I am deeply indebted to JuicyStarchild for her excellent work in correcting my English and generally making this story more readable. ****** In room 451 the day started in an unusual way for Roger. His prick wasn't trying to force it's way through the mattress as it normally would. Today he awoke to find himself lying on his back and someone or something was ministering to the needs of his morning glory. He reached down as he normally would and felt a head. As his eyes opened and he started to focus he saw that the head belonged to his wife, Karen. She was using her tongue on his dick as if it were an ice cream cone. Holding the base of his tool, she moved it from side to side, ensuring that she got full coverage. Roger started to leak pre-cum and Karen dutifully licked it up. "Hello, sleepy head," she said. "Hello," said Roger. "What is this in aid of?" "Today is a special day, Roger. It' a day I want you to remember for the rest of your life. Now, if I finish the job here, will you still have enough to fill me up before breakfast?" "I've always got enough for you, woman." That was sufficient for Karen. She went about the job with gusto, taking the head into her mouth and gently sucking. She climbed between Rogers legs and used her tongue on the raphe as she pushed her head down. Rising again, she dragged her teeth over the skin of his cock, stopping as the caught on the rim. Down she went again, moving her tongue from side to side as she went. Roger was already thrusting up into her. His breathing was getting deeper and with every exhale he let out a groan. Down she went, feeling Roger hit the back of her mouth and she had to suppress her gagging. Up again, then down, swallowing Rogers cock as she did so. She now had his pubic hair on the top lip while her lower lip kissed his scrotum. Roger was now in her throat and, although she was having difficulty breathing, she continued her bobbing on Roger's pulsing member. Karen took Roger's scrotum in her hand and rolled his balls, like marbles in a bag. She felt his balls pull away from her grasp and quickly lifted her head to bring the head of Roger's cock into her mouth. Stream after stream of Rogers sperm shot into her mouth. She kept her lips locked around his cock, gradually lifting her head while gently sucking the last of his juice into her mouth. As his cock softened, Roger watched her lift her head off of him, giving the head a gentle kiss as she did so. She looked up at her husband. "Would you like a snowball?" she asked. Roger shook his head and she swallowed. She came up the bed and lay down next to Roger. In room 450 Matt lifted his wife's tee shirt nightie and kissed her stomach. He worked it further up to expose her breasts. He was amazed every time he looked at them — they were gorgeous. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. Jenny started to moan. Just a little one — she was still half asleep. He sucked a little harder and drew more of her breast into his mouth. His right hand moved down with his fingers, lightly brushing her skin as it travelled over her stomach. As he reached her pubic mound it rose to meet his hand. "Matt, you know I'm not keen in the morning," she mumbled. Her body, however, had other ideas. Matt started to rub her pussy and her hips rose to increase the pressure. "You're going to like it this morning," he said. "Today is going to be memorable." His wife's only response was a long drawn out "Mmmmm..." Matt moved his head down from her breasts, planting kisses on her stomach, then on to her pussy. He planted kisses on her labia before covering her slit with his mouth and sucking gently. Her legs spread wide for him as his tongue started to enter her pussy. Jenny's hips started to roll towards him as his tongue delved deeper into her. Matt's hands moved around to her beautiful bottom. His hands came to rest on the cheeks as his fingers probed her arse crack. While his tongue worked away at her pussy his hands pulled her arse cheeks apart and his fingers traced around her anus. Jenny's hips started to buck with renewed vigour. Matt moved, now, between her legs and continued to work with his mouth upon her pussy. By this time he had Jenny's legs over his shoulders, her hips were rising to him when he started to lick around her clitoris while he pushed two fingers into her wet pussy. "Ohh...yes. Yess. Fuck me." "Not yet, my sweet," Matt responded. Having turned, he could now get his thumbs to her anus. He massaged with his thumbs, then slowly and gently pushed one thumb into her anus. Jenny's hands came down on Matts head, forcing it down onto her pussy. His tongue darted into her pussy then came up to flick on her clit while the thumb moved around in her anus. "Oh god, I'm coming, Matt, I'm...ogh...ogh...aeeee..." As the orgasm ripped through her, the juices poured from her pussy. Matt took care of most of it while the remainder seeped out and ran down to lubricate his thumb in her anus. As her spasms subsided Matt moved up from her pussy and moved his head up toward her breasts. With her legs still over his shoulders his cock moved closer to her pussy. Once again his mouth closed on one nipple while his fingers started to pull and twist on the other. Jenny's moans continued as her head moved from side to side. Matt's cock started to force it's way into her well lubricated pussy. "My god," she thought, "has he always been this big?" Still working on her breasts with his hands, Matt started to move in and out. Each time forcing his way a little deeper. Was it her imagination or was he really getting deeper than ever before? As she felt another orgasm building, Matt started picking up the pace. "Oh, fuck me, Matt, fuck me harder. Oh yes, yes." Matt continued to pound away, feeling his balls starting to tighten. He thrust even harder as another orgasm started to rip through his wife's body. There was a sudden release as Matt's cock started to spurt stream after stream of semen into his wife's body. Jenny let out a scream which took Matt by surprise. He took his hands from her breasts and allowed her legs to drop down either side of him. As his dick started to soften, Matt pulled out and moved to lie next to his exhausted wife. Next door Karen could hear Jenny's screams and this spurred her on for another assault on Roger's dick. She sucked it back into life then quickly got astride him. "Now, Roger darling, let's see what you've got left for me." Roger looked up at her. He took in her blue eyes and short natural blonde hair. Her face was pretty, not beautiful and she carried more weight than she should. However, she carried that weight mainly on her hips, breasts and thighs. Roger had no complaints about that. He felt the hot wet grip of her pussy as she lowered herself onto him. The feeling almost made him cry out as she raised and lowered herself, gradually taking more of his dick into her. By the time she was right down on his hips Roger was already breathing deeply. Karen leaned forward and placed her hands either side of Roger's head. As she moved her pussy up and down on his member her ample breasts swung back and forth and the nipple stroked across Roger's face. He brought his mouth up to grasp one as it passed by. He sucked and nibbled on her nipple making Karen increase both the speed and force of her movements. Roger wondered where this rampant, sexy beast had come from and what had she done with Karen, his wife? As the pressure in his balls started to rise Karen started to pivot her pelvis forward as it came down. Suddenly Roger could feel her cervix closing over the head of his dick, pushing him completely over the top. He felt the pressure release as once more the the semen gushed from his cock, straight into Karen's cervix Roger let out a loud groan, matching the volume of Karen's. She looked down at him. "Well, you could say I've been well and truly Rogered." She fell down onto the bed beside him and they lay there, laughing. ********** Matt and Jenny went down for breakfast. It was the first time she'd allowed Matt to handle the annual holiday. Normally this was her domain, but she had to admit that he had done a pretty good job. She liked the hotel, the beach was wonderful and she'd seen no restaurant sign saying "we serve English food". Matt also was happy -- everything was going to plan. On reaching the dining room they met Roger and Karen. Roger and Matt greeted each other in the same way they always did. "Good morning, Dr. Patterson," said Matt. "Good morning, Dr. Evans." Theirs was an unlikely friendship. It always had been. Their teachers had never understood it. Even at grammar school Roger had been extremely confident and extrovert. Matt was the introverted swot. Even their family backgrounds were opposite. Roger was an only child -- his mother and father were both doctors and the family were quite well off. Matt was the second eldest in a family of four. His father had died in an industrial accident. His mother had used the compensation to pay off the mortgage and she did her best to support the family on a secretary's salary. Matt did his best to help, working in a supermarket two nights a week and all day Saturday. What few people realised was that even at school Roger and Matt had a symbiotic relationship. Matt, the swot, always had plenty of notes and could explain, in simple terms, everything that Roger needed to know. He was good at maths, something Roger had difficulty with. Roger, of course, was brilliant at presenting. Whenever there were group projects they were always together. Matt would do most of the work while Roger would breeze through presenting the project to the class. Even out of school they were friends and this was beneficial to the introverted Matt when it came to getting girls. Since so many girls went out in pairs it helped if there were two boys. Roger could charm the birds from the trees so Matt let him do all the talking. Of course, this usually meant that Matt got the less attractive friend, but that didn't bother him -- often, the plainer girls were nicer or smarter and he liked that. Occasionally, Roger would fix him up with a blind date. Invariably these girls would be expecting Roger. Sometimes it would work out, but most of the girls were just very angry. University split them up. Roger went to Edinburgh to study medicine while Matt went to Brunel to study engineering. They would see each other occasionally in the holidays, but they both developed new circles of friends. When Matt graduated with first class honours he was invited to take on a Ph.D. He got a grant to cover it, but it was never enough. He did whatever he could around the university to get money. This included marking, and more importantly supervising labs and classes. It was when supervising such a class that he met a beautiful young post graduate, doing a masters in ICT. When Matt saw Jenny on the verge of tears at the end of one of his lab supervisions he went over to talk to her. She'd been working as an actuary, but had returned to do this course to give her some real experience of IT. Matt soon realised that she was out of her depth in that particular assignment. He sat down with her and broke the problem down into much smaller, manageable parts. Matt flatly refused to do anyone's work for them, but he was extremely good at showing them how they could achieve what they had thought to be impossible. So it was with Jenny. With assignment after assignment she leaned on him, and he was more than happy to help. By the end of term they were an item and within a year of leaving university they were married. Matt could still remember how he had felt as she stood beside him in the church. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. She was gentle, caring and she truly loved him. Nothing could dent his pride or the feeling of great good fortune. He had to remind himself that this time he had won her all on his own. Matt's talents were soon recognised by his employer. He rapidly became one of their top problem solvers. His ability to explain complex processes in simple terms got him involved in training, and from there into writing training manuals. As he developed this side of his work he found himself being hired out to other companies to simplify their systems. Matt was never slow on the uptake. He knew that if his company were selling his services, they were making a damn sight more than he was out of it. Within five years of leaving university Dr. Matthew Evans had become a self-employed engineering consultant and technical author. His reputation was already enough to guarantee a good income. Even the company he had left employed him. By the time Jenny's firm were downsizing and let her go, he had a thriving business. When she found it difficult getting another job, Matt suggested that she stay at home and they start a family. When she agreed Matt was overjoyed. Now he could spend every day in the company of his lovely wife and soon there would be little ones on the way. But the children never came. Roger had a rude awakening at university. He had gone from being one of the smartest guys in school to being merely average. He still acted the playboy and his first year was filled with girls and parties. However, here there was no Matt to bring him up to speed with all that he had missed, or to explain things for him when he was mystified. At the end of his first year, if it hadn't been for the intervention of his parents, Roger would have been sent down. Over the next two years his behaviour improved but he was still barely making the grade. It wasn't until the fourth year, half way through a seven year course, that fortune smiled on Roger. He met a pretty young student nurse. At first he was surprised that he was attracted to her. She wasn't at all the type he normally went for. She was only five foot two and was a little broad across the shoulder and hips. She had a pretty face and short blonde hair. There were two things, however, that Roger could not ignore. Karen, had a truly magnificent pair of breasts and a smile that would warm the heart of a corpse. Roger turned on the charm and she, like others, was susceptible to it. Within days they were a couple, but Roger never managed to take over her whole life as he had with so many other girls. Karen really had a mind of her own. She was determined to do well in her training and nothing, not even Roger, was going to get in the way of that. Roger felt that he never had her, totally, and the more he thought of this, the more he tried. He became a one woman man and even started to work harder at his studies. Karen qualified a year before Roger and got a job in a local hospital. When Roger qualified he got a junior doctor's position at the same place. Despite the hours, the two continued their relationship and were married a year later. After two years Roger decided that hospital life wasn't for him. He trained for general practice and, when a position came up in a group practice in his home town, he jumped at it. Coming home meant resurrecting old friendships, so Matt and Jenny were soon on his patient list. ****** As the foursome placed their orders for breakfast jokes were made about the activities which started the morning. When Karen ordered a cooked breakfast, Roger commented. "Steady on, old girl, you've already eaten once this morning. You're carrying enough weight already." "That's a bit unkind, Roger," said Matt. "I had breakfast in bed this morning and I'm ready for another one." The four friends couldn't help but hear each other's shenanigans of the morning and all had a chuckle at the comments. Karen decided to change the subject. "So, what did you two get up to yesterday, while Matt and I were looking around the Alhambra?" she asked. "Can't tell you that," Jenny smiled. "Yesterday was Me Time." "What on earth is Me Time?" Karen asked. "It's an agreement Matt and I have. I have two days a week completely to myself. I don't account for anything I do, I'm completely free. I don't tell Matt what I do and he trusts me enough not to ask." "What about Matt?" asked Karen. "Does he have Me Time also?" "If he wants it," Jenny said. "So far he hasn't wanted to." "Well, I think you should, Matt. In fact, if I'm not allowed to ask what you did yesterday, then I think Matt and I should have today as our Me Time. What do you think, Roger?" "Yeah, why not?" he said. So it was that as they made their way back to their rooms after breakfast, they did so with an agreement that Matt and Karen would not be accountable for the activities of the day. Jenny dressed in a bikini with a sarong and was ready for the beach. She really was a beautiful woman, with long shapely legs, a lovely little bubble bum, and breasts in perfect proportion to her body. Standing there in her bikini, she still had the power to take Matt's breath away. "I'm going to stroll on the beach and I might do a spot of sun bathing. What are you up to today, Matt?" "Can't tell you that," he said. "Me Time, don't forget." "Of course," she said with a smile. She turned and walked out, knowing he would eventually follow her down to the beach. Roger announced that he was going out to buy an English Language newspaper and left Karen to her own devices. Matt sat out on the balcony with his video camera and Karen sat on hers next door. Matt was watching his wife walking along the beach with the sea lapping at her feet. He passed Karen a pair of Binoculars and they both watched. The zoom feature on the camera meant that Matt could see Jenny clearly and could admire the swing of her hips as she walked down the beach. Karen and Matt, sitting on their respective balconies, didn't have to wait long. It was only minutes before they saw Roger appear. He walked across the sand to meet with Jenny. As they met they shared a passionate kiss. Roger squeezed Jenny's arse and then put his arm around her waist and walked down the beach with her. Karen and Matt looked at each other, nodded, and went back into their rooms. "Sounded like you were enjoying yourself this morning," Roger said to Jenny. "I usually do," she answered. "Matt has always been a great lover." "What, better than me?" Roger asked. "Well, if you must know, yes. He always makes sure I'm satisfied and gives it to me exactly how I like it. He just seems to know what I want at any time." "So, this morning was nothing special, then?" "Well, it's not always as good as this morning, but it is always good. This morning was a bit special and he did say something about it being memorable." "So, if Matt is so good, why have you been fucking me for the last year?" Roger asked. "I've been asking myself that question," she said. "I think it was just the excitement of doing something I shouldn't and keeping it secret. Anyway you and Karen sounded like you were having fun this morning." "We were," he said. "Karen has always been good in the sack, but she surpassed herself this morning." "So, why have you been fucking me this last year?" "I don't know. I suppose I was just restoring the proper order of things." "What do you mean by that?" she asked. "It was always me that got the beautiful girls, while Matt took care of the plain ones. When I saw him with you it seemed so wrong. I just had to have you." "And now you have." "Yes, now I have, but do you know what I've found? That most of the time I would rather be with Karen." Jenny laughed. "Just listen to the pair of us. Here we are, having an affair, when we would both rather be with our spouses." Me Time Roger also started to laugh. "So, what does that say to you?" he asked. "It says it's time to call it a day," she said. "I think you're right," Roger agreed. They walked a little further along the beach, then Roger kissed her forehead and they parted. When it got to lunch time, and Matt had still not come to find her, Jenny made her way back to the hotel. Matt was nowhere to be seen. She did find Roger, relaxing by the pool. "Have you seen Matt?" she asked. "No," he said. "Karen's missing too. They must be taking us up on the Me Time idea." "Oh shit," she replied. They had lunch together then spent the afternoon by the pool. Roger read his paper while Jenny alternated between swimming and lounging in the sun reading her book. When neither Karen nor Matt had returned for dinner, Jenny started to get a little worried. She and Roger left dinner as late as they could before eating, each hoping their spouse would turn up in time to eat with them. Over dinner Roger asked Jenny. "How long does Me Time last?" "The full day," she responded. "Twenty-four hours. How do you think I could leave you at the hotel at twelve and still get home to bed, without questions being asked?" "So, we have to wait until breakfast tomorrow before we can call them to ask where they are?" "I'm afraid so. You don't think they know about us, do you, Roger?" "No. Karen wouldn't think I was capable of it and Matt is a good guy. He doesn't have a suspicious bone in his body. Besides, we've been very careful." Roger and Jenny spent the rest of the night waiting in the bar. By midnight there was no sign of either Karen or Matt. Roger and Jenny went to bed in their separate rooms. Jenny was already starting to worry. When she woke up alone she was very worried. She wasn't prepared to wait any longer and called Matt's mobile number. After about twenty seconds she heard a ring tone. She followed the sound and found Matt's phone in one of the suitcases. When Roger knocked on the door to take her down to breakfast, it was obvious that he was also very worried. They hardly ate anything for breakfast. However, they did make a decision. They had to involve the police. The hotel manager helped them deal with the police and by lunch time both Karen and Matt were listed as missing persons. They realised that the hire car was also missing. Neither Roger nor Jenny could recall either the registration number or even the name of the hire company. Matt had made all the arrangements for the holiday and he wasn't there. It was evening before the hotel manager brought them some positive news. The police had checked all hospitals in the local area and neither Matt nor Karen had been admitted. The following day it was a very different story. A sergeant from the local station turned up and accused Roger and Jenny of wasting police time. They had put a lot of effort into finding the hire car and had succeeded. It had been returned to the hire company's airport parking lot as arranged. They had also found out that both Karen and Matt had boarded a flight to Newcastle on the day of their disappearance. The tickets for the flight had been purchased in advance. Jenny suddenly felt very sick and ran to the toilets, leaving Roger to explain that the pair had no knowledge of their partners' plans. When Jenny returned she was completely white. "He knows, Roger. Matt knows about us and he knew before we came here. I have to get home." "Just calm down, Jenny. This is Matt we're talking about. We both know that no matter what, Matt will always do the right thing. He loves you and he's no fool—I'm sure he'll see sense. Karen is another matter. She won't take this lying down." Tears were running down Jenny's face as she sat rocking back and forth on her seat. "We must get back, Roger. We have serious repair work to do." They spent the rest of the day trying to get flights back to England. Roger wanted to get to Manchester to pick up his car but Jenny was willing to take anything that got her home quickly. By the end of the day they had found out that they were stuck there for another three days. Roger also found out that his debit card, for the joint account with Karen, no longer worked. He paid for the tickets with his own credit card. Jenny was right, of course—Matt did know. He found out shortly after it started. Jenny had pushed her idea of "Me Time" on him. She had told him she needed to feel that she was more than just a wife. She needed to feel that she was an independent person. She needed time when she wasn't accountable to someone else. Matt really didn't understand why she should need that and he became even more suspicious when she told him that if he trusted her he would agree. Reluctantly, Matt had agreed and it started out okay. Jenny's friends would come around and they would "accidentally" reveal some of their activities to Matt. However, as the weeks went by he saw less and less of Jenny's friends, so he had no idea how she spent her two days of Me Time every week. No idea, that is, until he made his discovery. He had been looking for cash to pay the window cleaner when he looked in Jenny's handbag, trying to find her purse. What he found instead was a packet of oral contraceptive pills and a mobile phone. Not the one she normally used, the one that he had bought her. This was just a basic phone, nothing special. He checked the contacts and found only one entry, labelled "Me". He found sufficient cash, paid the window cleaner, and returned to the phone. He made a note of the number labelled "Me". He then punched in the code to reveal the number of Jenny's phone. Moving to his land line he entered the code to withhold the number, then called "Me". The phone was answered almost as soon as it started to ring. "Hello, beautiful, what's up?" Matt recognised the voice immediately. He had to think quickly if he wasn't going to arouse suspicion. He adopted an Indian accent and pretended to be from a call centre. "Hello, sir, this is Telecoms Ltd. We notice your contract is due for renewal shortly and we would like to offer you a reduced price contract, with a free upgrade of your phone." "Contract?" said Roger. "I don't have a bloody contract. This is a pay-as-you-go phone." Roger disconnected before Matt could get out his apology. Matt went back to his office and sat with his head in his hands. Water started to fill his eyes. His beautiful Jenny was taking the contraceptive pill while they were supposed to be trying for a baby and, if that wasn't bad enough, it looked like she was having an affair with his friend Roger. It was an hour later that Jenny came into his office and found him with his head in his hands. She asked what was wrong and he just told her that an old client, who had been more like a friend to him, had died. She stood and massaged his shoulders for a while until he told her he was okay and got up. Within days Matt realised that although Roger may have been smart, giving Jenny a new phone, he couldn't change her habits. He could never really understand it, but one of Jenny's habits was to take home the little soap bars from hotel rooms. Whenever Matt had to travel to meet clients he took her with him and always he would find himself washing his hands with hotel soap. Despite not having been away for a while he found himself, once more, washing his hands with hotel soap. He checked the bin and found the soap wrapper. Ramada Jarvis Hotels, the wrapper said. Matt was a Marriott man and he was certain he had never stayed at one of those hotels. It only took a few phone calls to find out who supplied and maintained the security equipment for the nearest hotel in the chain. One of the advantages of being Matt was that he was liked by everyone he dealt with. By the end of the day he had a promise of a DVD recording, from the camera covering the check-in desk, for Tuesdays and Thursdays. Next week Matt received the first recording. He sat at his computer and whizzed through it. At 2pm on Tuesday Roger came into the picture. He could see Jenny standing behind Roger, away from the desk. Matt waited until Roger had signed the register and then forced a screen grab. He saved the picture then using photo-shop enlarged the section of the picture containing the register. He rotated the picture and looked at it again. Wow, security cameras are good these days, he thought. As he looked at the enlarged register, the entry was clearly visible. "Dr and Mrs Patterson", and alongside, the registration of Rogers car. Now he knew for sure and part of him wished he didn't. The first thing he did was to invent a reason to travel. He chose Uxbridge so he could visit some old university friends. He told Jenny and, as usual, invited her to come with him. The trip would last from Monday to Friday and for the first time ever Jenny said she didn't want to go. On Monday, as he made to leave, Matt kissed her tenderly. "I'll call you every evening," he said. What Jenny said next didn't only cut him deeply, it even twisted the knife. "Not on Tuesday or Thursday," she said. "Not during my Me Time." Not while your fucking him, he thought. Mustn't disturb that. Matt's mind was so fucked up as he clawed his way around the M25, he almost missed the M40 slip road. He had to cut across two lanes to make it and was the cause of much anger from the other drivers. By 2pm he was checking-in to the Marriott Hotel. He left his luggage in his room and set off for Brunel. He found some comfort just walking around the university campus. Most of the memories here were fond ones. He chose to hang around in the places he knew were frequented by the staff. It was staff he wanted to bump into and it also meant he avoided the student bars where he had spent so much time with Jenny. He sat, drinking coffee in the theatre bar, when a voice spoke from behind. "Hello, stranger. What are you doing in these parts?" Matt turned to see Jane, one of his friends and confidants from his student days. They had worked on projects together and she'd assisted him with his Ph.D. At one time Matt had thought they might become more than friends, then Jenny came along. Jane got a coffee and sat down opposite him. They talked about what they'd been doing since they last saw each other. Jane was now lecturing at the university—the first female engineering lecturer at Brunel. She'd just returned from a secondment in industry and had absolutely loved it. Matt fed her the same lie he'd told Jenny, about having a work meeting in the area. Jane looked at her watch, finished her coffee, and got up. "Duty calls," she said. "Fine," said Matt. "I'll see you around, probably." Jane turned back to him, hesitated, then said, "Matt, don't eat alone in a faceless hotel tonight. Come to my place. I'll cook for us and we can talk about old times over a glass of wine." "I'd really like that. Thank you." "Okay. I'll pick you up at the Marriott at seven." As she left Matt couldn't help but think about how different things might have been. Matt rang Jenny at six, talked about his journey, how much he missed her and told her that he loved her. Then he told her about having dinner with Jane. Jenny knew about Jane and what good friends she and Matt were. In her college days she'd been a little jealous of her. "Well, you just behave yourself and remember who you're coming home to," she said. After a little more small talk Jenny twisted the knife again. She didn't know it, because she had no idea that Matt knew. When she said, "Now remember not to call tomorrow," he wanted to finish it for her..."because I'll be busy, fucking Roger." Instead, he just said, "Don't worry, I'll remember." Jane was right on time and Matt was waiting in the lobby. He walked out to her car. She still drove like a mad woman, with screaming tyres and plenty of insults for other drivers. Her flat reminded him of his student days, books everywhere and plenty of clutter. The surprise for Matt was to find out that Jane could really cook. They had a great meal and their coffee when Jane asked him. "Are you going to tell me what this is all about?" "Am I that transparent?" Matt asked. "You are to me," she said. "I've never seen you looking so close to tears. Now are you going to admit that you're here for the feeling of security?" Matt broke down and told Jane everything, even down to the phone call that evening. Jane just listened and kept his wine glass topped up. By the time he was finished Matt had tears streaming down his cheeks. "Matt, I don't know what to say. Your wife and your best friend—you deserve better than both of them." "You mean I deserve someone like you," he said. "Well, I admit I've got a vested interest, but I think you have to do something about them. However, that can wait till tomorrow. Tonight you need to sleep. By the look of you it's been a few nights since you did. Now, I have a spare room—I'm going to make up the bed and you're staying here tonight." Whether it was the relief of having told someone, he didn't know, but for the first time since the affair was confirmed, Matt got a good night's sleep. Jane looked in on him twice during the night. At 2am she found herself just sitting by the bed, watching him sleep. In the morning she had lectures until eleven. She left a note, asking Matt to wait for her. When she got back she found the place had been tidied up, she could hear the vacuum cleaner and smell the coffee. She walked up behind him, threw her arms around his waist, and hugged him. When Matt turned around he looked a lot better than the previous day. "Now," she said, "lets have our coffee and discuss what you're going to do." They sat down with coffee and biscuits. Jane couldn't resist just sitting there looking at him. "Well, the way I see it, you have a number of options, but they really all depend on you. If this affair came to an end tomorrow, what would you do? I suspect you'd pretend you knew nothing, and hope it never happened again." "Well, I have to accept that you're probably right," Matt said. "Then, having got away with it once, will she do it again?" "I don't know, Jane. Something keeps telling me that this affair is more to do with Roger pursuing her." "So, it won't happen again until someone else pursues her with equal vigour. Next, you can go home and confront her with what you know, and demand that it ends now. She will argue that nothing really happened and that she and Roger are just good friends—just as you and Roger are good friends. You could go home from here and continue to gather evidence and choose your time to start divorce proceedings. This is the hardest option for you, because you have to pretend that nothing is wrong till you make your move. I know which one they deserve, and it's the same one I would choose, but it has to be you that decides." Matt just sat there. "I can see the logic in what you say, but unfortunately it isn't just a logical problem, Jane. I love her. I still really love her." "Matt, there is more to a marriage than love. The question is, can you ever trust her again? If you don't trust her she'll resent you for it, and love will die." "I need to think about this, Jane. I can't make a decision now. Can I buy you dinner tonight?" "Of course you can," she said. That night Matt went to pick up Jane in his Jag. She was suitably impressed. "Looks like you're getting rewarded well for what you do now. That may well make what I have planned for tomorrow somewhat obsolete." "Not at all," said Matt. "I've decided that all options are open, and if I have no family to provide for, money is not a problem." There was no more talk of Matt's problems that night. They dined well and sat in the hotel bar and talked about old times. It was a happy night and they both had a little too much to drink. "You've had too much to drink to take me home. Can you call me a taxi?" she said. "You're a taxi." Matt said, and they both fell about laughing. "No, seriously, Jane, I've two beds in my room. You're welcome to stay here. No strings, no obligations." They went up to Matt's room. He insisted they had separate beds. He wasn't ready to declare his marriage dead yet. The following morning he bought Jane breakfast before driving her in to work. She asked him to come back at two and he agreed. Jane's surprise afternoon turned out to be an informal meeting with the heads of the engineering faculty, with a view to possible employment. Matt was a bit surprised—he'd never dreamed of teaching for a living. However, it seemed that everyone else was deadly serious. A vacancy would be coming up in the next academic year and they all thought he would be suitable and should apply. He was given the impression that it would be a foregone conclusion. "Now, hang on. I make a pretty good living as a technical author and training consultant. Are you expecting me to give all that up?" "Oh no, Dr. Evans. Once you honour your commitment to us you can do what you like. In fact, the more contact you have with industry, the better we would like it," said the faculty head. Matt agreed to give it some thought. When he left, Jane was waiting for him. He put his arm around her shoulders and they walked off together. That night they had dinner at the hotel and while they were eating the waiter came over and gave Matt a note. He read it and looked a bit embarrassed. "What's wrong?" said Jane. "I forgot to phone Jenny," he said. "You had better go and do it then." "When I've finished this, Jane. She can wait a little longer." It was probably then that Matt realised he had made up his mind about what to do. After he'd finished his main course he asked Jane to excuse him while he phoned Jenny. When he returned he had a smile on his face. When Jane asked him what was funny he informed her that he told Jenny he thought today was Thursday, Me Time. He'd also told her he was having dinner with Jane. Jenny hadn't been happy about that. Matt made a point of enjoying his Thursday before returning home on Friday. Almost as soon as he returned home Matt started compiling evidence. Jenny had been smart enough to delete texts on her "special" phone, but not to delete the call history. Whenever the engineers called at the Ramada Jarvis hotel, Matt would get a DVD of reception surveillance on Tuesday and Thursday of that week. As winter arrived, and thoughts of summer holidays entered everyone's heads, Jenny started to talk to him about another holiday with Roger and Karen. All this time he had been the same old Matt, dependable Matt, some would say boring Matt. In the bedroom, however, he had really turned it on. There were nights when he would keep Jenny on edge of ecstasy for more than an hour before eventually letting his dick take her completely over the top. He did notice that the phone calls were becoming less frequent and so were the hotel visits. By the spring-time he thought it was time to involve Karen. He didn't get the reaction he expected from Karen. He had expected denial, that it wasn't really happening, that he had it all wrong. He had expected a break down, with tears, wailing and "how could he do this to me?" What he got was total fury. Her face went white, her lips stretched thin, and she uttered just three words. "The little shit." "Have you got a plan, Matt?" she asked. "Well, I think I know what I want to do and when. I have enough evidence for me to be sure what is going on. The only thing I don't know is why." "Well, I can tell you why, from Rogers view-point," she told him. "It's jealousy, plain and simple. He's always been jealous of you—he told me so. He couldn't believe how, with all the things you had to do to keep your head above water, you could still do better than him at school. He boasted to me about how he used to palm off his girlfriends on you, when he'd finished with them. Not because he didn't like you, but just to show he was better than you. Then we come here and you're married to a fashion model and he's stuck with me. Oh, I know he tells me he loves my big tits and wide hips, but I've seen the way he looks at other women, and Jenny in particular. It's jealousy, take my word for it." Me Time Matt outlined his plan and Karen agreed to go along with it. ****** The first plane to Manchester, where Roger had left his car, was on Saturday. Both Roger and Jenny were on it. Roger had bought the tickets on his personal credit card— neither his nor Jenny's debit cards were working. Jenny's eyes were red from all the crying she'd done over the past three days. She sat in her seat, wringing her hands. Roger looked at her. "I don't know what you're so worried about? I keep telling you, Matt is a good bloke and he loves you. Karen is the one we've both got to worry about. She'll want revenge and she may be in a position to get it. What we need to know is, do they just suspect or do they have evidence?" Jenny started to cry again. "Matt wouldn't do this if he wasn't certain," she said. "I think you can take it that he has evidence." She was absolutely right and they'd provided the last piece during their last fuck session on Tuesday, while Matt and Karen had been admiring the Alhambra Palace. Even as Jenny was placing the towels on the bed, to prevent any damp patches, she was being observed. Neither she nor Roger took any notice of the fact that Matt's laptop was left open on the dressing table. The occasional flashing of the hard drive LED also went unnoticed. His motion activated camera, mounted above the screen, displayed no indication that it was active. Up to that point Matt could only show that they'd booked into a hotel together, but that Tuesday they provided the last shred of evidence he needed. "I pray to god that you're wrong," Roger said. "You only have a marriage to lose. I can lose everything." "But I don't want to lose my marriage." "It's better than losing your marriage and the career that you've trained over seven years for. You still don't get it do you?" Roger said. "You're still my patient. The BMA rules say that I can make a patient out of a mistress, but I can't make a mistress out of my patient. If Karen reports me I'll be struck off." They said nothing more during the rest of the flight. Jenny was still sobbing when she got off the plane in Manchester. She was still in a state when they reached her front door. Roger carried her bags to the door and waited as she found her keys. When the key didn't fit the tears started again. Roger tried but he couldn't open the door either. He went to her car to operate the remote garage door. The remote wasn't there, but he found a card on her drivers seat. He passed the card to Jenny. She opened the card and froze. After a few minutes she let the card drop. Roger picked it up. The front read, "Good luck in your new home." Inside, Matt had written, "Try Roger, I believe he has plenty of room." Roger just looked at it and said, "Oh my god, Matt, what have you done?" He put his arm around Jenny and led her back to his car, then went back for her cases. He drove to his house and he took her inside. He sat Jenny down and went to the kitchen to make them both a cup of coffee. He was just looking for the biscuits when he heard the scream. He rushed back to the lounge to find Jenny standing by the fire place, with a piece of paper in her hand. That was when he saw the other envelope on the mantle shelf. This one was addressed to him. His envelope contained notification of divorce proceedings. He guessed that Jenny had found the same thing. She was still standing there, motionless, staring at the paper. Roger could see that she was in shock. He took her up to the spare room and put her to bed and then he phoned Matt. Roger was surprised when Matt answered the phone. "What the hell are you playing at? Have you any idea what you're doing to her?" Roger asked. "I think the problem is what you have been doing to her," Matt said. "Come on, Matt, this isn't like you. The girl loves you. She gave me the elbow before you left. She's done nothing but cry since you left and now I'm going to have to sedate her. What's wrong with you? You're acting like me." "Well, maybe if I'd acted like you before, she wouldn't have strayed. I can just hear it now. Come on, Jenny, it's just a bit of fun. Even if old Matt does find out, he'll take you back. That's the sort of bloke he is." "Oh god, have you been bugging us?" "Oh no, Roger, much worse than that. I've got a video of your fat arse, bobbing up and down as you lay between my wife's legs. Then of her, your patient, bouncing up and down on your dick. Strangely enough, she had to finish herself off with her fingers. She never had to do that with me." "What do you want, Matt? I'll give you anything you want. If I haven't got it, I'll get it from Mum and Dad." Roger couldn't get over how cool Matt seemed. He'd expected him to rant and rave, maybe even come round and give him a good thrashing. Instead he was deadly calm. "What do I want? Now let me see. I think--yes, that's it. What I want is my wife returned to me in the same condition as she was before you took her to your bed. Pure, having known only me since the day that we wed. That's what I want. Can you give me that, Roger?" "You know damn well I can't." "That's what I thought, which is why I've already given Karen a DVD of the whole performance. I didn't ask her what she wanted it for, but I think I can guess." "So I'm screwed?" "From what I saw on the video, Roger, you were indeed royally screwed. It's a pity it had to be MY wife doing the screwing." "Okay, so I'm screwed, I guess I had it coming. I've got to deal with that. What about Jenny? That girl is devastated. She hasn't spoken since she found the divorce papers." "What about Jenny?" Matt said. "She wanted her Me Time. Now she's got it, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty five days a year." "Damn it all, Matt, she loves you. She's breaking her heart. She needs help. How can you calmly say, 'what about Jenny'? She's your wife." "What a pity you've only just remembered that, Roger. As for being calm, I'm not calm. I'm numb. That's what it does to you, Roger. Waiting at home twice a week, hoping every night she's going to tell you she's sorry, that she made a big mistake, that it's all over and will never happen again. Every night, when that apology doesn't come, a little bit more dies. When almost a year has gone by, there's nothing left to hurt. That's where I'm at now, Roger. I'm comfortably numb." "You've known for almost a year?" "Oh yes, Roger, almost from day one." "And you said nothing all that time? God, you're a piece of work." "And what would it have achieved, to say something? To make her come back to me because she was found out?" "She never left you, man. It was just me, not letting go, telling her all the things that you should have told her." "Here's what I suggest, Roger. If you really think she needs help then, while you can still practise, you see that she gets it. If it costs money, then so be it. It'll come out of the divorce settlement anyway." "So, I can't persuade you to call off the divorce? For god's sake, man, she loves you." "Roger, she'll need a change of clothes. Everything is in her car, but you didn't take it. I'm going to call a cab and ask them to wait outside your house. I'll drive Jenny's car round to your house and drop the keys through the door, then leave in the taxi. Please don't come out, and above all do not let Jenny come out." Matt hung up the phone. Roger had never known him like this. He had always been able to talk Matt round, but this, this was a whole new ball game and he didn't know the rules. Ten minutes later a cab pulled up outside Rogers house, quickly followed by Jenny's car. Matt got out of Jenny's car, and as he did, Roger heard a noise from upstairs. Jenny ran and almost fell down the stairs. "Matt, Matt, I love you," she screamed. "Matt, talk to me, please." Roger stood in front of the door and the car keys fell to the floor. "Matt, talk to me, please. Oh, please, p-l-e-a-s-e," she cried, the tears streaming down her face. Then for the first time she turned on Roger. "Bastard," she screamed. "You bastard, you said this wouldn't happen. Just a bit of fun, you said. Matt will never know, you said. Matt will be fine, you said. Well, he does know, and he's not fine, and it's not bloody funny. I could kill you, you bastard." She was swinging her fists wildly at Roger, who managed to dodge most of the blows. He held her until she stopped struggling. She sobbed on his shoulder before he took her back to her bedroom. Matt's taxi dropped him off in his own driveway. He walked through the door and was met by Karen, who kissed him on the cheek. "How did it go?" she asked. "Not good," said Matt. "It sounded like Jenny was in a state, but Roger did keep her inside." "You have to remember that you never made this problem. They created it by jumping into bed together." "Roger seems very worried about what you're going to do." "He's quite right to worry," Karen said. "He knew what he was doing and the risks involved." Matt liked to read in bed and the spy novel was his favourite genre. He sat up in bed, following the exploits of John Le Carre's latest hero, when there was a knock on his bedroom door. Karen put her head around the door, saw Matt sitting bare chested in the bed, and walked into the room. It was almost one in the morning. "I see you can't sleep alone either, Matt." "I don't know if that's the reason, but no, I haven't slept well since we left Spain." Karen sat down on the bed. She was wearing a light robe over a full length satin nightie. "I know what my problem is. I'm missing Roger, the bastard. I don't want him back, but right now I can't get used to sleeping without him." Matt edged his way over to one side of the bed. He pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed and patted the mattress to indicate that Karen was welcome to join him. Karen took off the robe and got into the bed alongside Matt. She edged over to him and put her head on his shoulder. Matt continued to read. Karen put a hand on his chest. Slowly she moved it down to his stomach. When it reached his hips it became obvious to her that Matt was naked. She sat up and started to fidget around. Matt asked what was wrong. "Nothing's wrong," she said. "I just realised that I'm very overdressed." She gripped the nightie on both sides and lifted it off over her head. She returned to her previous position and Matt couldn't help but notice her magnificent breasts. He lifted his arm and wrapped it around Karen's shoulders. Her hand slipped down and found Matt's rapidly swelling dick. Matt reached across and pulled her to him so that she leaned across him with her back against his chest. His hand moved down her arm, then up her side. She lifted her arm giving him access to her ample breast. He started squeezing, gently moving his thumb down towards the nipple. Karen started to give up small moans. Matt threw the covers off and, pushing Karen forward, swung his leg over her back. Sitting between his legs she leaned back against Matt's chest. He brought his hands up under her arms and squeezed her breasts. He started rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The whole of her pussy started to throb. She pushed her back into Matt's chest as she tried to lift her hips. She needed Matt to touch her pussy but he kept his hands where they were, squeezing her breasts and rolling her nipples. The throbbing increased and Matt started to move his hands down the sides of her body. As he reached her hips they tried to come up to meet him and once more she pushed back into his chest. Her hands were on his thighs. She thought his hands would continue down to her pussy but instead he started to move his hands back up to her breasts. "Oh, god," she cried as she brought her own hands up to her pussy. She pushed herself back into Matt's chest. She rubbed at her pussy lips before moving one finger along the length of her slit, gently entering her own pussy. The whole of the inside of her pussy began to throb and she knew she couldn't stop now. Matt's hands were moving from her breasts, down to her hips and round her waist to her back then back up to rub her nipples. Each time her back smashed into Matt's chest her bottom moved further down the bed. Her knees were bent and fell wide open as she thrust her two middle fingers into her dripping pussy. Her breathing was getting rapid and she let out moan after moan. Her body started to spasm. Her head swung from side to side and she slipped further down the bed. Her heels dug into the mattress and her hips lifted off the bed. She screamed as she completely lost control of her body. Her hand stopped jerking in and out of her pussy, but her body continued to spasm. Matt watched as she slowly regained control. He pushed her forward and swung his leg back so that he was alongside her. He gently laid her back onto the pillows and slipped down the bed to lie alongside her. He leaned over and kissed her before moving down to take one of her nipples into his mouth. He used one hand to tease the other breast as he moved his free hand down to stroke her labia. Her hips started to rise once more and Matt moved his head down to her stomach. He kissed his way down to her pussy and licked at her pussy lips. Her pussy cried out for his tongue. He reached her clitoris, his tongue swirled around it and her pussy pushed up onto his mouth. He gently sucked and pushed his tongue into her. Her hips came up and her hands came down onto Matt's head pushing him further into her cunt. Matt brought his hands round to her arse. He pulled her cheeks apart—the crack was already wet from her juices. Matt moved his finger around her anus and Karen started to cry out as her body jerked, a second orgasm, as powerful as the first, sweeping through her body. As her body continued to convulse, Matt lay down beside Karen and waited for her to stop shaking. He put one arm out and pulled her to him. Her large breasts pressed into his side as he hugged her. She reached down to stroke Matt's erect cock. The feel of the soft skin and the hardness of his member excited her. She swung one leg over him, then pushed herself up until she sat astride him. Karen lifted her hips and eased Matt's dick into her. She leaned forward, putting a hand either side of his head and started to bounce up and down on his cock. Her ample breasts were swinging in front of his face. He moved his head forward to catch one of her breasts in his mouth. He ran his tongue around her areola and chewed lightly on her nipple. Karen started to tilt her pelvis forward as her hips came down, rubbing her clitoris against his pelvis as she did so. "Oh god, oh god, I'm coming again," she cried. "Oh Karen, that's so good. So good. Here I come." Spurt after spurt of hot semen shot into Karen's cervix. "Argh, argh, aeeeeeeee," she screamed as once more the convulsions started and her body shook uncontrollably. Matt reached up and pulled her down to him. Wrapping his arms around her he hugged her till her body stopped shaking. Karen was in a state of exhaustion and she was wet with perspiration. She looked down at Matt. "Was that what you did for Jenny?" she asked. "Most of the time, yes," Matt replied. "Good god, what did she ever see in Roger?" They lay together as Matt's member slowly softened inside her. He could see that Karen was starting to fall asleep on him. "Come on," he said. "Lets have a quick shower then go back to sleep in your bed." He got up and guided her towards his bathroom. As he closed the door on her he turned back and pulled the wet sheets from the bed. Karen knew he had joined her in the shower by the feeling in her backside. She knew it had to be Matt's cock, ready for action again. She turned and took hold of his rigid member. . "Matt, dearest, this big boy may be ready for more, but I really do need to get some sleep." It was three thirty before they walked naked to the guest room and climbed into bed. They lay in each others arms and Karen soon drifted off to sleep. As Matt lay there he slowly realised that he didn't feel any emotional involvement with Karen. In fact he didn't feel anything at all. Following such a lovemaking session he would expect a feeling of euphoria to wash over him. It didn't happen. It wasn't that he didn't find Karen attractive—he had always fancied her. Sure she wasn't beautiful, like Jenny, but with her broad hips, large bosom and pretty face she exuded a certain warm sexiness. No, the problem wasn't with Karen. The problem lay with him. He just didn't feel any romantic attachment to her, the way he had with Jenny. In fact, as he thought about it, he couldn't think of anyone now for whom he had any emotional attachment. They slept till just after ten. Karen was the first up and went off to find her robe, then made her way to the kitchen. By the time Matt came down she had the coffee made and the eggs and bacon well under way. "You know what, Matt, I could really get used to this arrangement." "I think we should stick to the plan, Karen. Besides, your mother will be expecting you." "Yes, I know, but after last night I thought that maybe you might want me to stay." "Karen, last night you clearly wanted sex, so I gave it to you. It was OK, I hope." "Yes, it was fantastic, but is that all it was to you?" "Don't make me answer that, Karen." Karen looked disappointed, but accepted the situation. "So, you want me to go to my mother's?" "Yes, Karen, that will allow you to do what you need to do and put plenty of distance between you and Roger." They were just loading her cases into Matt's car when Jenny's car pulled up. She got out of the car and rushed over to Matt before he had the chance to avoid her. "Matt, please, I love you, please don't do this." He looked at her. Her eyes were red and appeared sunken in her face. Her normally perfect chestnut hair was a mess. She looked as if she hadn't slept for days. Matt started to move towards the house. "Don't do this, Jenny. You're only making things worse." Karen grabbed Jenny's wrist and tried to hold her back. "Let go of me, you bitch," Jenny yelled, and when Karen refused she fetched her a hefty slap. Karen released her grip on Jenny, who made her the focus of her fury. "I bet you couldn't wait, could you? As soon as he left me you were into his bed. Well, have you fucked him yet?" "As a matter of fact I have," Karen replied. "What I don't understand is why you bothered with Roger when you had a man like that at home." Suddenly, Jenny realised that Matt wasn't there. Turning she made a dash for the front door which was still open. The first thing she saw was Matt with a phone to his ear. "Yeah, OK. Quick as you can, then." "That was Roger," he said. "He's coming to get you." "I don't want to go with Roger. I want to stay with you, Matt. I love you. I've always loved you." "Roger will be here within ten minutes. He'll drive you back to his place." "I don't want Roger. I want you, Matt, you and only you. Roger means nothing to me. I love you, Matt. We can work this out." "Why can't you leave him alone? Haven't you done enough damage?" Karen asked as she came in the door. "Well, I'm certainly not leaving him for you," Jenny retorted. "He doesn't want me, Jenny, and he doesn't want you either." Jenny threw herself on the floor at Matt's feet. She threw her arms around his legs. "Oh, Matt, please. I love you. Look, I'm begging you, please forgive me. We can get past this." "Get up, Jenny," Matt said. As she got up Roger arrived in a taxi. He walked in, through the open front door, just as Jenny was getting up. He walked up and put his hands on Jenny's shoulders. "Go with Roger now, please Jenny," said Matt. "No, I wont go. I know you still love me." Me Time Matt looked into Jenny's eyes. "Jenny, I don't love you any more. Now, please go." Jenny's knees gave way and both Matt and Roger had to support her as they led her back to the car. Roger climbed into the driver's seat and drove away. Matt drove Karen to the station and then returned to start his life alone. Over the next three months Roger found himself not only divorced but also summoned to appear before the General Medical Council. He admitted having sex with a patient and was struck off the register of practitioners. He did honour his promise and got Jenny admitted to a private clinic for treatment for her depression. Now, unable to practice medicine, he got a job as a medical rep for a drug company and moved away. Jenny's solicitor tried to delay the divorce as long as possible by arguing about the value of the house. He had no idea why, but Matt wanted to hold on to it. Eventually he put it up for auction and bought it for about three quarters of it's estimated value. By the time the mortgage was paid off, and he had paid the fees for Jenny's stay at the clinic, there wasn't much left. He had to pay maintenance for six months to allow Jenny time to get back to work. Having taken the lecturing job at Brunel, Matt rented out the house and moved to Uxbridge. He started out living with Jane, but she soon came to realise that he wasn't the same man she'd known all those years before. Even a few months previous he still had the sparkle in his eyes. Now it was gone. For a few months they got by. The sex was great, but Jane soon realised that she always had to initiate it. Sometimes she would even have to ask him to make love to her. She knew in her heart that not only did Matt not love her but also that he probably never would. Within six months Matt moved out and into a flat of his own. It was only his private work that kept him from isolating himself. He quickly came to the conclusion that he didn't like university life. Teaching and dealing with students was fine, but the constant pressure to publish papers and the internal politics were things that he found difficult to handle. At the end of his first year he decided to give it up and focus on his own business. He remained in Uxbridge as it was convenient for the technology companies in the Thames valley. His work was really his saviour—it forced him into contact with people. The need to be bright and cheerful in front of customers gradually worked its way into his psyche. He even started to trust a few people. For a while he started dating, mainly from internet dating sites. It didn't take him long to be able to cut through the descriptions and identify the type of woman he wanted. He made a point of avoiding any woman who described herself as "bubbly" since this usually meant "never stops talking". Most of the women he dated were divorcees and Matt was surprised at how quickly some of them wanted to get him into bed. That was one department where he never failed to satisfy. After a year of trying the women the different computers had matched him with, he gave up. He always kept in touch with Karen and they'd met from time to time, to talk over old times. Just after two years from the big break up, Matt received an invitation. Karen was getting married again and he was invited to the wedding. He rang her to offer his congratulations and his apologies for not being able to attend. As far as his attendance was concerned Karen would not take no for an answer. When she told him that Jenny wasn't invited he agreed to go. Karen's wedding was a very big affair. Her husband was a surgeon and his family were very well off. They hired the grand hall of a large country house. Matt amused himself looking at the ladies. One in particular attracted his attention. She was about five foot eight with long chestnut hair, a slim waist, and Matt couldn't help but notice the way her full length dress flowed over her hips and bottom. Almost as if she could feel his eyes on her, she turned to face him. Matt smiled nervously and looked away, but not before he noticed her blue eyes, high cheeks and gorgeous breasts. He was somewhat delighted to find himself sat opposite her at dinner. The obvious need for conversation led Matt to ask whether she was a friend of the bride or groom. She told him her name was Carol and she worked with Karen. Matt just told her that he was a friend of Karen's ex-husband. When dinner was over Karen made a point of going over to them. Matt noted that she'd lost a little weight from her hips but she still had those magnificent tits. She was a fine looking woman. "Ah, Matt, I'm so glad you could come after all, and I see you've already met Carol." "Yes, we've been getting acquainted," Matt replied. "Carol, this is Matt. He is a friend of my ex-husband and myself. You remember the one I told you about." "Oh, that friend," said Carol. They chatted away for most of the night and as the evening came to a close Matt took her home. That was the start of Matt's longest relationship since his divorce. For the first time Matt realised that he really felt something for this woman. They went everywhere together. Carol took him out to art galleries and he took her to places like the Science museum. Both were keen to learn from the other and share each other's interests. It looked like a match made in heaven. However, as Matt found himself falling in love with Carol the suspicions started to surface. Being a nurse her shifts were often erratic and extended to cover for absent colleagues. Although Matt accepted the situation it didn't keep his suspicions at bay. The problem was compounded by the fact that whenever he met from work they frequently went to the local pub where she would be surrounded by male colleagues. Both Carol and Karen tried to dispel his fears but his constant questioning about what she did when she wasn't with him drove a wedge between them. After almost a year Carol found herself a nice doctor and Matt was, once more, alone. The one thing that was going well for Matt was his business. His services were in demand and when a husband and wife team developed a system to rival the Cisco router, it was Matt they called on to write the technical documentation. This brought him back to Cambridge. For a while he thought about moving back home. He took a trip out to see his house and found the grass waist high and a car being scrapped on the front lawn. He realised that he couldn't live there on his own and made up his mind to get the tenants out and sell the house. His customers, John and Mary Prentice, were so happy with Matt's work they invited him out to dinner, as a celebration, when the work was finished. John Prentice called Matt with the invitation. "Matt, Mary and I would like to take you to dinner on Friday, as a thank you for a job well done." "Well, that's very kind of you, John, but there really is no need." "No, we want to do it," John told him. "Now, the thing is, Mary loves to dance and the restaurant has a dance floor. She doesn't like the idea of leaving you on your own, so she's invited a partner for you. I hope that's all right." Matt laughed. "Don't worry, John. I've grown used to people trying to fix me up. It's been happening ever since my divorce. May I ask who the unlucky lady is?" "Mrs Anstice, our admin manager. I think you'll like her. She is a lovely woman and, like you, she's divorced." Matt knew there was no point in arguing, so Friday evening found him sitting in the restaurant bar waiting for his hosts. He knew her even without seeing her face. She'd slipped in behind John Prentice and now she stood with her back to him. Her hair, the shape of her body, the curve of her hips, all told Matt that it was Jenny checking her coat in at the cloakroom. That was when he remembered that Anstice was her maiden name. She came through to the bar, her smile of recognition beamed at him. Matt suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He saw his hosts about to come into the bar. A feeling of panic overcame him. "Jenny, I don't know how to play this. To avoid embarrassing our hosts, perhaps we should act as if we don't know each other." Jenny looked disappointed but just looked at him. "Okay," she said. John and Mary came into the bar and John quickly made the introductions. They ordered their drinks. During the meal the conversation revolved mainly around the products and future plans for the company. Mary became concerned that Jenny was being left out of the conversation. She called an end to shop talk and started to ask Matt about himself and how come he had no woman by his side. "I suppose that since my divorce I just haven't met the right girl, or perhaps it's me that's at fault. I find it very difficult to trust people." "Sometimes," Jenny said, "we hurt people we love and never see the damage we're doing." "Well, I can't believe that of you, now, Jenny," John said. "You'd be surprised, John." Matt looked at her and could see the sadness in her eyes. He then looked at her hands and noticed she still wore the ring he had bought for her all those years before. "You still wear your wedding ring, Mrs Anstice. Is there a reason for that?" Matt asked. Mary shot him a killing look. "That's just to ward off the office wolves, isn't it, Jenny?" Jenny looked at Mary. "Well, that is partly true, Mary, but mainly it's to remind me of how stupid I've been. I had a husband who was the kindest, most generous and loving man. We had a good life and I threw it all away for a little excitement." Mary looked amazed at this. Jenny noticed this and continued. "Oh, I know, Mary, you thought that I must be the wronged woman, but it was my dear husband who was wronged. I had an affair with his best friend. Can you believe that? The two people he most trusted betrayed him. I hate myself for what I did to him." "But there must have been something wrong in your marriage," said Mary. "No, there wasn't. My husband was even a better lover, but his friend had the gift of the gab. He kept telling me that my husband would never find out and it was exciting doing things I knew were wrong. Always a hint of danger, the chance that we might get found out. At least, that's the way it started. After a couple of months I started to fantasise about my husband bursting into the room and dragging me back home, but he never did. The irony was that on the day I ended the affair, he walked out on me. He had known about it almost from the beginning." "He had known for nearly a year before he did anything? Why?" Mary could see her attempt at matchmaking going down the tubes. "He told his friend that he was waiting for me to tell him what I had done, and ask his forgiveness, but, of course, I never did. With every week that went by, and every piece of evidence he collected, his heart broke a little more. By the time he left me it was beyond repair. I had killed all the love he had for me. You know, I used to tell him that I wanted Me Time, to be my own person. Well, I've got enough of that now, and I hate it." "Oh my god, Jenny, that is such a sad story. What happened to him?" Mary asked. John looked at Matt, expecting him to be bored. Instead he saw that Matt was listening intently to every word that Jenny spoke. "I last saw him about a week after he left. He looked empty and he told me he no longer loved me. I haven't seen him from that day to this. I was told that he went to live in Uxbridge. He paid for my therapy, but I never saw him again." "So what would you say to your husband, if you were to see him again?" Matt asked suddenly. Jenny looked straight at him. "I would tell him that I was sorry, and that I never wanted to hurt him. I would tell him that I loved him and that he was the only man I've ever loved. I would beg him to forgive me, even though I know he could never take me back. Now, if you will excuse me." With tears in her eyes she got up and hurried to the ladies room. The tears were welling up in Matt's eyes. "Well, that was a surprise," said John. "I'm so sorry, Matt. I had no idea all that would come out," Mary said. "Really, don't worry about it. She obviously needed to get it off her chest, and what a pretty chest it is," Matt said with a smile. John and Mary decided to cut the evening short, so when Jenny returned they all made to leave. As they waited for their coats, Matt turned to Jenny. "I've really enjoyed tonight, Jenny. May I see you again?" "Yes, Matt, I'd like that very much." While John and Mary looked on in amazement, Matt handed Jenny his card. Jenny took a pen from her bag, wrote her number on the back of the card, and gave it back to him. As they left, Matt wondered how long he should wait before calling her. Me, Tina, Maggie and Lillian This happened a little over ten years ago when I was in my mid twenties, so I apologize if I romanticized the memory of this great sexual experience. I pulled a Lord Byron for the first couple of paragraphs... After some shots of ripple, I began to flick her nipple. I started to kiss her, As she let out a soft whisper, With a timid giggle, She said she wanted to "Sha-booja-biggle my ba-hooky-shiggle." Our bodies became one as our hands gracefully caressed each other while our passion carried us to the bedroom. We were bumping into walls and knocking over lamps while our tongues celebrated and danced. Guided by the instinct of love we had for each other our tongues danced the beautiful "macarina" as our spirits danced "the funky chicken". We knew the passionate lovemaking that we were about to partake in was going to be like a young JJ Jimmy Walker from the television show "Good Times" blindfolded and naked walking into a Nazi Mosh Pit with a blonde bombshell in his arms. To the bedroom... With all force and passion, At the moment she was giddy, I said I wanted to "Fa-coocoo-bitty her poe-stinky-jibby." Tina had a red and yellow-stained string hanging out of her swollen love nest. I yanked out the bloody whip, wildly slung it around over my head like a cowboy in a rodeo, and began spanking Maggie all over the back of her neck with it while feverishly pinching her butt. Lillian was a little older than the three of us. She was 76. Or so she said. Since Lillian's tits were socks with rocks, instead of tit fucking, I turkey-necked her. Her neck began flaking like a level 5 blizzard, like Edward ScissorHands carving that ice statue. "Tight Lil" began a phlegm induced quacking sound that started to choke her. So I punched her in the back and a brownish green bloody wad shot out of her mouth making a natural lube - she sounded just like Burgess Meredith as the Penguin in the old Batman TV shows. She was so hot; I lost it, and I busted my first nut all over Lillian. We mixed in her dandruff skinflakes, made snowballs and built a snowman with a perfect gray mustache standing over her pube-plucked tuna and named the snowman "Cortez, The Conquistador". I playfully threw one of the snowballs at Maggie. It missed and hit Lillian in the chest. The impact made a loud snapping sound in Lillian's chest. Just then, Tina stared up at the east sky posing like a Greek Goddess Statue and with an angelic vibrato broke out with a glorious rendition of "Chestnuts Roasting on an open fire..." Lillian started quacking over and over again like a broken record when an uncontrollable laughter possessed me and I started laughing like the Riddler. The three us in the heat of the moment: "Tight Lil" quacking like The Penguin, myself uncontrollably laughing like the Riddler, and Tina singing "Chestnuts Roasting", overwhelmed Maggie to the point that Maggie's stomach began convulsing. Maggie's eruption began squirting like a lawn sprinkler on the Fourth of July. I took a moment to take in the experience: My pious rod enchanting itself amongst three unshaven rancheros was like a Jewish folklore hunter at a Mexican Rodeo...Barbacoa!!! Then the alcohol kicked in and things got even hotter... Tina was next. My tongue began to pummel that shimmering clit faster than Rocky Marciano working the bag. Since I have a paralyzed clef lip hanging and uncontrollably swaying from side to side over the gap between my two front teeth, I sucked that clit through and fro the corridors of Hell's Gate. I named that move, "The Jackie Gleason". Ignoring another loud snap in Lillian's ankle, I jammed Lillian's big toe up Tina's ass and then made her bite off her toenail and scratch Maggie's right nipple with it. I coined that maneuver, "The Staunch Republican". In the middle of all the heat, we are not sure whom, but someone accidentally knocked Lillian's eyeball out of socket. We were so into it, we didn't even notice anything had happened to Lillian until I slung Tina's head through the sheetrock wall and Tina noticed an eyeball slowly sliding down the side of the headboard. She didn't know it was an eyeball and was about to use it as a butt-bead. After flicking the eyeball away, we noticed Lillian was missing. Then Maggie heard a faint muffled repetitious quacking coming from under the bed. Maggie got jealous, claiming Lillian was always doing something to get attention. We yanked Lillian back on aboard and that's when I found UTOPIA. Maggie bent over and a prime glistening ripe zit on her ass cheek with one fat 10-inch kinky red hair rising out of the summit turned me on so much I had to look away for fear I would blow my wad in orgasmic nirvana all over it. It was like a whole other woman was in the room, an exotic Irish whore. I blindly reached out and wrapped that ten-inch kinker around my index finger and yanked as fast and as hard as possible. It was like pulling the string to a top on the deck of the Titanic seconds before the abominable went down. To my surprise, I lifted Tina right off the bed. Using the chainsaw method, I yanked a second time and the zit exploded like the ejaculate of 39-year-old virgin who was born without arms. Blood and puss was raining everywhere. I then turned to Lil and Tina, raised my arms high in the air, and did my best Richard Nixon impression. After we finished and confirmed Lillian was still breathing, I yanked the soggy tampon off the wall, walked down to the bar, tossed the yellowish red stained bag onto the bar and told the bartender to fix me up a bloody mary. I began to get a bellyache so I went to take a shit. Ahhh my youth... Good times!