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The House Husband Ch. 01

By: fawguy88



Chapter 1 The Decline Starts

It was a crisp January winters day, the day I was made redundant. As I cleared my desk and prepared to leave my place of employment for the last time, the sense of betrayal left me angry and confused. 

Angry, because I had just been informed that I was surplus to requirements, redundant, let go. Call it what you will, I was out of work for the first time in my career to date. 

Confused, because I had worked for the company for the ten years. In fact I had worked for them since I first qualified as an accountant. I had no inkling that the company was about to be taken over by a bigger firm based in the City and until about an hour ago, I was working towards a long promised promotion.

I was informed by my boss, that because of the present economic downturn he had no option but to accept the takeover. He was sorry, but the new company had no requirement for a locally based accountant as all the aspects of my role were conducted centrally at their Head Office and there was sufficient staff there to handle my workload.

I left the building in a bit of a haze and got into my BMW 5 Series, not that I would have it for much longer. It was a company car and I was graciously told to keep the car until the end of the month. I almost told them where to stick their car, when common sense prevailed, I would need a car to get to job interviews. I was confident that I would get another job fairly quickly and I had the redundancy package to tide us over until then.

I must backtrack a little to introduce myself. My name is Gordon Wilson. I am 34 years old, stand 5ft 7" tall and I am slightly overweight for my age mainly because one does not get enough exercise sitting behind a desk every day. I also have to wear spectacles to see details on the computer. My wife, Anne, on the other hand is a perfect Size 12 and is slightly taller than me at 5ft 8". She has short blonde hair still has the figure she had before the advent of our two children, John aged five and Pamela who is just four.

We had met at college where I studied Accountancy and Anne studied Journalism. Our relationship developed along the usual lines, dating followed quickly by consummation. Sexually we were both fairly well experienced. I admitted to having four or five previous partners and Anne only to two, but both were both her relationships were on a longer term basis. We were married twelve months after we qualified and both quickly found jobs.

Anne worked for a magazine as a feature writer until our first child was due. John was born and Anne settled quickly into motherhood. A few months later, we discussed her returning to work and she was adamant that she wanted to remain at home and look after John. Anyway, she said with a smile, "John needs a little brother or sister for company."

So it was that ten months later our daughter Pamela came into the world.

Anne is a magician, not only does she look after our children, she still finds time to take care of my needs, plus the shopping, housekeeping and all the myriad of things that I had little or no knowledge of before the events I am about to relate unfold. What really amazed me though, was that despite all the aforementioned, she still managed to find time to work as a freelance writer for the same magazine she was employed by before we started our family. This job suited her perfectly as she could pick and choose her working hours and balance this with her other commitments. 

I, on the other hand was a bit of a chauvinist and I did a have a tendency to take all that she did for us for granted. Sure, I did look after the garden and major repair and decoration issues of our household, but as I was soon to discover that the balance was way out of kilter.

When I got home, my wife Anne was just returning from the school run to pick up our two kids. She was a surprised to see me home so early and was as angry as I was to hear about my redundancy. 

After dinner, when the kids were asleep, we sat down to look at the options. I explained the redundancy payments would give us sufficient funds to keep our present life style, with a few economies here and there, for about 3 months. I have always been an optimist, a glass half full type of person so I told her that I was confident of securing another job quickly, especially with my experience and the references I would be given. 

The next day I set about job hunting. I updated my Curriculum Vitae and started exploring the Situations Vacant Web sites. The first day, I found five vacancies within reasonable travelling distance of home and sent of my applications. I did not want to move away from our present location as both our parents lived locally and were getting on a bit in years.

The days turned into weeks and I was still scanning the papers, applying for any job remotely resembling my qualifications without any success. I continued to trawl the web looking for employment and even visited the local Job Centre and applied for Job Seekers Allowance, Income Support and any other of the state sponsored assistance I could qualify for. It came as no surprise, that I would not receive much until I had expended all our current cash and savings. The interview with the Job Centre left me in no doubt that they could do little to help me get work, unless I wanted manual or low paid clerical jobs. I attended and Executive Outplacement Seminar, brushed up on my interview skills and circulated my CV to all the major employment agencies, all the time trying to keep positive about my prospects.

After about two months, not a single interview and precious few applications even replied to, I started to get depressed and worried. Our sex life had deteriorated to about once a week and Anne was getting fed up with my listlessness and lack of support. She started to nag at me to do more around the house, help her with the chores and so on. We had a heart to heart talk and I promised to be of more assistance. 

I shunned contact with friends I had known for years, I just could not face their questions about how my job hunting was going. I started drinking more and more and betting on the horses.

Naturally, I did not win and quickly ran up a considerable debt. Anne found out of course because I was stupid enough to use our credit card to place the bets. We had an almighty row and I had to promise never to bet again. In a way I was glad she had found out as the guilt had been lying heavy on my chest. 

Up until this point, I had controlled the family finances, providing Anne with a monthly allowance for running the household and a separate sum for her personal clothing. As part of the settlement over my gambling debts, Anne took over the family budget. She clearly wanted to keep a close eye on the money and still did not trust me when I said my gambling days were over. In a way, I could not blame her, I was the one who got us into the mess, but whereas I had always kept the accounts fully accessible to Anne, so she could see where the money was being spent or saved, she denied me access to the accounts. This left me in the position of having to go cap in hand to her if I needed cash for any outgoings. I was embarrassed about this and this effectively stopped me from outings to the pub for a few pints of a weekend unless she was also there.

It was early March when she dropped the bombshell. She had been offered a full time job as Editor at the magazine she wrote for and that would mean she would need the car to commute the twenty or so miles to their offices every day. She said that she had accepted the job as the salary was in excess of what I had been earning when I worked.

I was happy for her in one way, she was right in that we badly needed the cash. Our mortgage was going into arrears and our savings almost depleted. 

What did piss me off was that she had accepted the job without consulting me. This was the first I had heard of it! 

I asked. "How long have you known about this job then?"

"It's been on the table for a couple of month's but I was hoping you would find another job so I deferred any decision until yesterday." She replied.

"You didn't occur to you to discuss it with me at any time?" I said getting rather heated. "Two bloody month's and you couldn't find an opportunity to broach the subject?"

"If you had not been so depressed and moody, I would have." She retorted. 

"Anyway, there will need to be some changes around here once I start full time employment. For a start, you will need to undertake all the household duties I have been doing up till now, I have prepared a list, so you can start to learn what's involved!"

I looked at the list, it was more extensive than I had realised. It ranged from cleaning through to child care and all points in between. 

"I have some problems with this list." I said. 

She looked at me questioningly and I said. "For a start, you know I can't cook worth a damn and I don't have the foggiest notion of how the washing machine works!"

"Well, you will just have to learn, as I did." She replied tartly. 

"Anyway, I will write out instructions for you." she said her voice softening a little.

I thought to myself, if she can do it and still find time to work part time, then it shouldn't be beyond me to learn.

So that's how I was manoeuvred into to becoming a 'House Husband'

To be continued

The House Husband Ch. 01



"See you later," she said through a mouthful of croissant. "I'm not sure when I'll be back tonight, big pitch today."

"No problem. We'll expect you when we see you then, won't we Mollie."

She kissed her daughter on the cheek and patted her hair. "Remember she has a rehearsal for the play after school tonight." And she glided out the front door.

Graham sighed. Of course he would remember, he was the one who always remembered things. Karen didn't - she was too busy having important business meetings and working all the hours God sends. Still, he knew it made sense for him to be the one staying at home. His online business was taking off too though, so hopefully it wouldn't be long before he was contributing as much to the finances as she was. 

He stood up, shaking the crumbs off his shirt, and picked up Mollie's backpack. "We ready to go then Missy?" 

"Yes Daddy, come on!" Mollie ran to the door, and Graham marvelled at how much she loved going to school. He'd hated it when he was her age, but then he'd been to an inner city state school while his daughter went to a private school with all the advantages that brought with it. They jumped in the car, and ten minutes later pulled into the driveway leading to the massive car park at St Augustus school. It was a mansion set in lovely wooded grounds, with playing fields as far as the eye could see. It was a boarding school as well as a day school, but they only lived a short drive away so there was no point in sending her away. He told himself so often that if Karen didn't work so much they'd never have been able to afford this, but at night, when he was alone, this was no real comfort.

Mollie ran into the main doors, after giving him a very quick peck on the cheek, and he smiled. Lovely to see her happy. He turned the car around and began to head back out the driveway. There were many other cars heading out from parents of the day pupils, but only one parent on foot. It caught him off guard to see the tall brunette striding out the gates. People never walked kids to this school - that would mean no opportunity to parade the new 4x4's around. He pulled up alongside her.

"Can I give you a lift somewhere?" he enquired, trying to be as gentlemanly as he could. Her car must have broken down, so thought it was only fair to offer a ride. The woman stopped walking and looked down into the car window in surprise. She hesitated. He knew what must be going through her mind, so he reassured her. "My little girl is in year 2 here. I'm Graham Marsden."

He extended his hand out the window. She shook it, replying "Sally Howell. My Fiona is in year 4. Thank you so much for the offer of a lift, but there's really no need, I only live round in the village. It's not a long walk."

"It's no problem, please hop in. I'm literally passing straight through the village anyway."

She smiled, and climbed in the passenger seat. Graham drove off through the iron gates and towards the village. "Thank you. We've only moved here recently, and it's nice to meet people. Are you from the area?"

"The next town along. So, your car broken down?"

"Husband has it." Graham raised his eyebrows. "Ah." he said. 

"Permanently. He kept it in the divorce and I haven't had my new one delivered yet."

"I'm sorry to hear that. About the divorce, not the car. Well, the car as well I suppose!"

They both chuckled. "Well I'm not sorry. My husband was a cunt. Always was, always will be."

Hearing her use that kind of language with a cut glass English accent made Graham sit up and look at her. She must have noticed that he was taken aback, as she touched his knee and said, "Sorry, he just always brings out the worst in me. It's left here."

He turned left into the drive of a smallholding. He could immediately see a few goats and chickens running around along the side of the property. Funny, she hadn't struck him as the type. "I love animals," she said, as if reading his mind. "Richard never did, my ex-husband that is. Hated everything. As soon as I was rid of him I got myself into the Good Life so to speak. I grew up on a farm."

"How lovely. I'm a country boy now, but grew up in the city. Always yearned to be in the fresh air though, so we moved here. My wife still works in London though, she can't give up the rat race."

"Ah. Fair enough. Would you like to come in? I can make some tea, and I've been baking. Won't say that they're astounding, but I do make a very creamy cupcake!"

Graham paused before accepting. He wanted to go in with her, but strangely didn't trust himself. She was an extremely attractive woman. Early 30's he guessed, not overweight but not a size zero, and she had lovely big breasts, which he had noticed were straining at the white blouse she had on. Fuck it, he thought, it's only a cuppa, She probably needs the company.

"Why not?" he replied.

They both got out the car and walked up the picture perfect path to the front door. He felt like he was stepping into a tv drama, it was so perfectly laid out. A gorgeous old cottage, decorated in tasteful, heritage colours, with carefully chosen artwork on the walls. Everything had a handcrafted feel to it, and there was an amazing aroma drifting from the kitchen. He discerned that it was a combination of lemon, almond and cinnamon, mixed with the temptation of freshly made bread. This woman was some kind of 1950's angel.

She ushered him into the large kitchen. The scent got stronger, and he saw why. The counter tops were filled with delicious treats, cupcakes, eccles cakes, scones, breads. He looked a little amazed.

"It's for the church fete tomorrow," she explained, knowing it probably looked a little excessive. "Trying to fit in early. Tea or coffee?"

"Coffee please." He sat down at the massive wooden table. It was solid wood, oak or pine, he wasn't sure. But either way it was a statement piece. 

She placed his coffee in front of him, and sat next to him, at the head of the table. She sipped the hot coffee delicately, blowing it a little first. 

"So what do you do for a living then?"

"I work from home," he replied cautiously. "I have an online business. I take care of my little girl as well, while my wife Karen works."

"I see, you're a house husband," she chuckled. 

He bristled slightly, then laughed with her. "Yes, I guess I am really."

"What kind of online business do you have then? Anything I would know?" She looked over the top of her cup inquisitively.

Graham shifted in his seat slightly. He never liked broaching the subject of his work in too much detail with people he barely knew. "I run a social media style site, bringing like-minded people together. People with...specialist interests." He gulped his coffee.

"What kind of specialist interests?" Sally leaned back on the chair, crossing her legs. She raised an eyebrow as if she already had an idea of what he meant. She seemed like an open minded kind of woman. Maybe he should just tell her. But that might ruin a chance of friendship, and might get all round the village. Who knew how discreet she was? At the same time, something was telling him to disclose all, to confide in this confident, friendly woman. He didn't know quite why, but he started to divulge his biggest secret. One that only he, Karen and his accountant knew.

"I run a website which caters for people who like...well, outdoor sex." He took another sip of coffee. She didn't seem at all phased. In fact she smiled cheekily. 

"Just al fresco sex, or dogging as well?" she inquired casually. That threw him. He had not expected her to be that blase about it.

"Both really. I mean, the two go hand in hand these days, and more people are into it than ever before. My site offers information, advice, and the chance to meet people in the local area. It means that people can be clued up before they go, that they know how to play safe, and that above all they have a good experience." He stopped, aware that this was the most he'd spoken to anyone about this for a long time. She still didn't seem phased.

"Are you into it yourself, or just helping others?" She leaned in towards him. He could see her breasts thrusting upwards, peeking out the top of the blouse as she leaned onto the table top. He could feel himself getting a little hot under the collar.

"Erm, I used to be. A long time ago. Before I married Karen." He cleared his throat. "She knows I have a bit of a chequered past, shall we say. She's fine with it, but we are very...normal."

"That is a pity." There was a glint in her eye, and he could feel himself stirring slightly in the confines of his jeans.

"How so?"

"Well, it's a pity all that is in the past for you." She leaned closer and he moved towards her. Their eyes met first before their lips, then suddenly they were kissing passionately. Her tongue was darting in and out of his mouth, and she pulled on his lip with her teeth. He was completely hard under the table now, his cock straining at his clothes. Her hand was running round his neck and he grabbed her hair and ran his hand through it. He stopped suddenly and pulled away.

"My wife...really, I..."

"I won't tell if you won't."

He paused, then pulled her close again. Her hands fumbled at his zip and quickly his cock was free. She massaged it gently at first but soon picked up speed until she was rubbing him rapidly, banging her arm against the underside of the table. He began to grasp at her heaving breasts, and she guided his hand inside her shirt, popping more buttons as she did so. He pushed aside the lace of her bra until he had full access to her nipples, already hard. He pinched at them playfully. She unlocked her lips from his again and pulled away. Kneeling down on the stone floor, she took his hard cock in her mouth and began to lick the tip. He moaned quietly. Skillfully she slid her mouth all the way down his length and began to suck. He held her hair in his hands to guide her but she didn't need it. She sucked hard, moving her entire head up and down, following along with her hands, her fingers deftly working their magic. 

He sat back in the chair, closing his eyes, immersing himself fully in the moment. He could feel her warm mouth enveloping him, making him twitch as her tongue circled his head. He wanted her, wanted her now. He pulled her head up off him, and directed her to stand up.. Unzipping her jeans, he pulled them right down. She kicked off her shoes and slipped the jeans on to the floor. He delved his hand inside her white panties and could feel how wet she was already. Sliding his hand all over the wetness, he slipped a finger inside her and began to massage. He could see her bracing herself against the table and arching her pelvis into his hand. He moved outwards again and found the soft mound of her clitoris and gently brushed over it. 

Seeing her face contort slightly in pleasure, he smiled to himself, wondering if he still had the ability to make a woman orgasm with just his hands. Karen never did anymore, he had stopped trying to persuade her to get physical with him a long time ago. He pushed a little harder on her soft flesh, his hands wet and slipping easily over and back again. She groaned and leaned heavier on her arms. He squeezed lightly and stopped, thrusting his fingers quickly back inside her, finding the elusive spot that makes women orgasm in a moment. She did. Her breathing became heavy as he pressed that spot, his thumb rubbing her clit as well. She was trembling, and let out a loud moan as her pussy tightened round his fingers. His work was done, he thought, smugly. 

"Wow," she breathed. "That was good!" 

She pulled him close and kissed him again. Hopping up on to the table, she wrapped her legs around him, guiding him to what she wanted. He pushed into her, making her gasp a little. He knew he had a big cock, and secretly used to love when any woman he was fucking showed visible shock at the feeling of him entering them. She was warm and wet, as he knew she would be. He steadied her hips on the table, as he picked up the pace and thrust into her. She leaned back across the table, and gave herself fully to him. Pulling her feet up onto the table, he fucked deeper and harder. He reached over and squeezed her breasts, pulling at her rock hard nipple. She moaned louder and louder, grasping the sides of the table in ecstacy. He'd made her climax, maybe twice by the feeling of her pussy tightening around him, and he was very close too, but he didn't want it to stop. He pulled back out of her, taking her by surprise. 

Pulling her towards the end of the table, he flipped her round until she was leaning across it. He reached around and stroked her, feeling her wetness again. She flinched slightly, sensitive now to any light touch but still wanting him. He thrust into her, making her lunge across the table with the force. He pounded in and out, sometimes slowing down and sliding nice and deep, sometimes fast and hard. her hands were gripping the table still and her groaning was getting louder again. He could feel her arch under him and knew she was going to cum again. As she bounced back on him, he could feel the climax coming for both of them, and as she spasmed round him, he erupted inside her with a roar of joy. As his cock twitched in her, he could feel her deliberately clenching and releasing, knowing that this would milk every drop out of him. She was good. 

Sweating and panting, they both collapsed onto the cold, hard floor. Lying there, looking up at the ceiling beams, Graham felt the whole situation surreal. He'd only met this woman less than an hour ago, yet she was lying next to him, filled with his sperm and glowing from several orgasms. His mind drifted back to his wife. He knew it had become a bit of a marriage of convenience in a way, though he loved her of course. There was just no lust there any more. They used to have a great sex life, it hadn't been long after they were married that Mollie had come along, and he knew Karen's love for the family and giving them everything they needed was the driving force behind the incessant working, but really what he needed was a wife, not a cash machine, lying beside him in bed at night.

All this was running through his mind, and he hadn't realised that Sally had sat up and was now getting properly dressed again. He put his recovering cock back into his jeans and zipped them up. He ran his hands through his hair awkwardly. Sally laughed.  

"It's fine, your wife won't find out you know. I'm not going to fuck and tell. That's just not my style," she said as she pulled her hair back into a loose knot on the top of her head. "Besides, I'm trying to get myself respected in this village and I don't think that seducing you is going to do very well for my reputation frankly."

He liked this blunt, honest woman. Refreshing, sexy, funny, classy and, he surmised, possibly as kinky as he was.

"Of course. I think discretion is probably the way to go in this case." 

"Sit back down, I'll make another coffee. We can chat like adults now we've got the sex out of the way," she chuckled slightly. 

To his own surprise, Graham did sit down. This wasn't awkward, or weird. Well, ok it was a bit weird, but certainly he didn't feel like he had to rush straight out in panic the way he would have assumed he would. She made him feel relaxed, comfortable almost. It did make him a little off-guard. 

As she sat down across from him again with fresh coffees, he looked at her more closely. Her eyes were so vibrant, so full of life and mischief. She had clearly been through a lot with the divorce and now she was raising her little girl on her own, but she had a relaxed demeanour, and a way of putting you at ease almost immediately which he found very attractive. 

"Cupcake?" she offered.

Taking a delicious looking, expertly iced cake from her, he bit into it. My God, he thought, she can bake. The icing was thick and a dollop found it's way on to the end of his nose as he bit. Sally giggled. 

"Here, let me get that for you."

She leaned close to his face and delicately licked the icing off with the very tip of her tongue. She pressed her lips to his and pushed sugar coated tongue between them. He sucked it off greedily.

Leaning back completely in her chair, as if nothing had happened, she asked "So, the school. Your little girl has been going for a while, is it as good as they say it is?"

Graham had to try hard to focus, which she seemed to be doing with ease.

"Yes, erm, yes it is a highly performing school, the fees are extortionate as you'll know, but overall my Mollie is really happy there. The social side of things is great. Is your daughter in the end of term play?"

"Yes, we managed to get her a small part, even though it had more or less all been cast by the time we got here. She takes her drama abilities from her mother I think! At least that's what Richard always said." She took a large sip of coffee. 

"So what happened with you and your husband then? If you don't mind me asking that is."

"No it's fine, I don't mind talking about it now, it was a relief to have it all over and done to be honest, He was fucking his secretary, I retaliated by blowing our gardener. No major love left in the relationship, and we both wanted out. He was a miserable man, good luck to his new tart, she'll need it. He's a complete narcissist as well, pathetic really. He was quite a lot older than me, but I never cared at first, then it became obvious I was just for show, and that as long as he could still screw any busty blonde that passed through his office doors then he was happy to throw money my way and pay for a nice house. That grew old very quickly. I filed for divorce, got it on the grounds of infidelity, and took a nice hefty wadge of his cash. He did get my Aston, but I have a new Merc coming next week. I'd still walk Fiona to school though! And that's pretty much it."

"Fair enough. I suppose it's better it's ended then, for you especially."

"Indeed." she looked at her watch. "Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't realise that was the time. I have my solicitor coming for a meeting in an hour, I really need to get showered and changed."

"Of course," he stood up. "Um, well, I'll see you again some time." 

"You can count on it."



The House Husband Ch. 02



 Chapter 2 The Fall Accelerates

At first I found it very frustrating, my cooking was crap and Anne made sure I was aware of it. 

Finally exasperation got the better of her patience. "Can't you even follow a simple recipe, the books are all in the kitchen, surely it's not too much to ask that you prepare a simple meal? I don't expect anything fancy, but sausage, egg and chips two night in succession is a bit much. 

The truth was, I hated it! Not just the cooking but the washing, ironing, cleaning, the whole bag. The only consolation was that I got to spend more time with John and Pamela. They were great and tried there best to help, but were mostly a hindrance. Their help usually resulted in even more mess to clean up, but the earnest look on their faces as they tried to help made me laugh.

Clothes washing and ironing proved to be a trial. Once I had figured out the difference between a hot wash and cool wash, which powders or tablets to use and fabric softeners etc, I washed the whites with the coloured with the predictable results and I never seemed to have a moment to catch breath.

This house husband was getting truly frustrated trying to keep the house and kids clean and getting the them to and from school and nursery with the appropriate clean clothing. 

Then one evening after Anne had been working full time for about a month, she came home, full of herself, relating all the office politics and regaling me with tales of her working day. I have to admit, I was jealous, envious and totally pissed off. Pissed off because this particular day was my birthday and I had managed to produce an evening meal that was at least palatable only to find that she was not hungry as her boss the MD had taken her out to lunch at some up market Bistro.

I exploded. "I've had it, I don't think you appreciate the effort I went to in preparing this meal. I have been without any adult company all day, completed all the washing and ironing, tidied up the house specially and you don't even have the courteously to phone me to say happy birthday."

She looked shocked and realised that she had completely forgotten my birthday. I thought she may be a little contrite and apologise, but instead went on the attack. "Listen to yourself, I used to have to do all that and you never showed any appreciation, now the boot's on the other foot and you are behaving like a shrew. You should think yourself lucky that I have come home on time, I had an offer to go to dinner tonight and I almost accepted!"

"Maybe you should have, at least he may have struck lucky, which is more than I have lately!"

I could have bitten my tongue off when I uttered those words, but realised it was too late, they were out in the open.

"What's that supposed to mean? I have been working extremely hard to support us all and all you do is complain that I have not been spreading my legs often enough for you. The next time I am invited out to dinner, I may just accept!" She replied ominously.

With that she stormed up the stairs to our room and slammed the door. I slept in the spare room that night and for several nights thereafter. We did not speak until the weekend. 

It was after the kids were in bed on Saturday when Anne approached me with a glass of wine in each hand and said. "I am really sorry that I forgot your birthday and for the harsh words I said that evening. You did not deserve to be treated that way. I do love you and I know you are finding it very hard, but so am I." She handed me the wine glass and we stood there sipping the wine and just looked at each other.

Then she said. "I miss the kids, I miss sitting with them, reading them stories and playing with them. It's hard for me too you know. I am jealous of how they respond to you, you are so much more patient with them than me and they always look to you if they have any questions. It makes me feel somewhat redundant as their mother."

As we sat there drinking our wine, we talked openly for the first time about our frustrations. 

For my part I explained that I found myself emasculated by the role of House Husband and all the different roles that involved. That and the fact that my wife had found a job that paid more than what I had earned when working did not help with my feelings of inadequacy. Add to that the fact that she constantly seemed to be on my back about my failures as a cook and that my housekeeping left a lot to be desired, all contributed to my present state of mind. 

I told her that I was still applying for jobs and had even applied for positions that would mean us having to move if I were successful. She was not against me applying but warned that realistically it would need to be a fantastic offer to temp Anne to resign from her job. "In any case," she added, "I don't want to give up work, I love being the breadwinner and the opportunity it presents to expand our social network."

"What social network, I have seen little evidence of any expansion so far." I stated.

"Oh, that's about to change, we have been invited to a dinner party next Saturday evening at Jim and Pat Cairns," she said.

"Do I know them?" I asked.

"You must have heard me mention Jim, he is the magazine MD and his wife is a real livewire, or so I'm told," she answered.

"Livewire?" I asked. "What does that mean?"

"I'm told that their parties get a bit raunchy after the Port and Brandies. We don't have to stay if it gets too uncomfortable," she said hurriedly trying to calm my obvious anger. "But it may be just what we need to spice up our love life. It has been a little stale of late, or haven't you noticed?"

Now, we had talked about swapping partners or swinging earlier in our marriage and while we were tempted to give it a try, we agreed that the risks to our marriage were too high. So this turn of events threw me more than a little.

"Do you mean that you are so dissatisfied with my efforts that you want to start fucking other men?" I retorted.

"Of course not. I just thought that if we agreed and attended, we could just watch and how things develop. I talked with Jim when he invited us and he was keen that we join their little circle, we would not be obliged to participate and would be free to leave at any time."

"You mean he told you he and Pat were swingers, just like that?" I asked.

"No, of course not. It came up in an oblique way when we were discussing a feature on alternative lifestyles for next month's issue. I told him that we had talked about it but were concerned about how it could affect our marriage. That was when he told me about Pat and his decision to open up their marriage. He said it did not suit every couple, but in their case they enjoyed the variety and that it had given their marriage a new lease of life."

She went on to tell me that the group only met once a month and they always took a summer break during July and August when their children were at home. I queried this and apparently Pat and Jim sent their two sons to boarding school. So during the school holidays, they suspended their parties.

I was not sure about this latest development, sure our sex life sucked at the moment and I must admit that the idea of having a different woman appealed to me and so did the idea of watching Anne with another man or woman, but would we still be the same afterwards?

Anne stood up and taking my hand said. "Let's go to bed and sleep on it. I don't need to confirm until Monday."

That night, I have to admit I was fully aroused and the idea she had implanted grew along with my cock. We made love or more accurately fucked ourselves silly that night. When I am at my best I can usually get it up twice in a fairly short time, but Anne was merciless and kept goading me with the prospect of fucking someone different and then introducing a little role play of her own by pretending I was Jim Cairns and grinding herself into a massive orgasm. After the third time, I had to beg for mercy and that's when she pulled in the line. 

"Please, can I say we will be there next Saturday? It will be the last one before the simmer break." she said almost pleadingly.

There it was, I had been played like a fish, baited, hooked and landed, so I just said "Why not, it might be just what we need." 

The rest of the weekend was uneventful apart from our sex life. Anne was insatiable in bed and out of it. She dressed provocatively when we went into town for some shopping. She had put on jeans and low cut tee shirt, nothing provocative about that except she left off her bra and I could see her hard nipples trying to poke through the thin material. Of course, so could everyone else as well and she loved the way all the men ogled her as we walked through the Shopping Centre. 

When we got home we fed the kids and ourselves and we both waited with increasing impatience until it was their bedtime. No sooner had the dropped off and she was at me, we fucked on the lounge carpet and on the dining room table before she would let me get to bed. Later, lying with our bodies pressed together, I asked. "What brought that on then? Was it having all those men lusting after your sexy body or was it just my overwhelming charm?"

"It was when I saw those men staring at my tits that I realised that they could practically see my nipples through the material that set me off, but did you notice what happened when I was in the changing room trying on that dress I wanted for next week' s party?" she asked.

"No, if you remember, I was trying to keep the kids amused, you went in on your own to try it on. So what happened then?" I asked with my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Well, I went into the changing room, drawing the curtain closed behind me, except that I had not pulled it fully across and had left a gap. I had stripped to my panties and had just turned round to pull the dress over my head, when I glanced up, hands over my head and realised that I could see a man in the mirror that was positioned outside the cubicle. He was staring straight art me and smiling and I realised that he had seen me next to naked. I should have been furious at the intrusion, but instead I felt myself getting aroused so I thought what the hell and just continued to pull the dress on. It did not sit right, so I pulled it off, this time taking my time to ensure he got a good view of body. When I looked up to see if he had seen my little bit of exhibitionism, I was stunned to see he was not alone there were two other men also standing beside him. They were trying not to make it look too obvious to anyone else, but they were quite openly staring at my breasts. So I ran my hands up over my tits and tweaked my nipples one at a time until they were standing out proud and hard all the time looking straight into their faces. I saw them suddenly shift as the sales assistant approached and I quickly pulled the curtain closed. I dressed and returned the dress to the sales assistant and she gave me a smile and a knowing look as if to say, I know what you have been up to so I left as fast as I could. The men had also vanished so I was saved any embarrassment of meeting them face to face so to speak."

As Anne told me her story, I felt my cock starting to harden again. She noticed it to and soon moved down to take me in her mouth and she started to give me one of her special blowjobs. As she tended to my rampant cock, she swung her legs over my chest and presented her gaping pussy for my attention. I could see the results of our earlier passion seeping out of her sopping pussy and even though I had never tasted our mixed juices before, I applied my tongue to her labia and soon brought her to her climax. I came almost at the same time and she quickly reached over to the bedside table for a tissue to spit my semen into. Anne never swallows, she likes to give and receive oral, but drew the line at swallowing. 

She tried to move off me but I continued to suck her nectar into my eager mouth until she savagely tore herself off me. 

"I can't take any more of that, it's just too much!"

The she looked at me with a strange look in her eye and asked. "Do you like that? Don't you find it gross, sucking your own cum out of me? Your face is still covered with it."

"It tastes salty and the texture is strange, but I quite like the sensation of drawing my seed and your cum out of your pussy, especially when you have just had an orgasm. It made me want to keep going and make you cum again and again."

"Not tonight with this girl you won't," she said, "but I maybe next time it will be another man's cum, have you thought about that?"

Truth be told, I had not considered that eventuality, but I found that idea repugnant to me. I just said. "I think I would have to draw the line at that, the very thought makes me feel nauseous. Anyway, I thought we were just going to observe next Saturday, not participate?"

"We'll had to wait and see, if we are both relaxed with the scene, we could join in, no pressure or obligations are being forced on us."

To be continued 



The House Husband Ch. 03



 Chapter 3 Getting to Grips with the Role

On the Monday, I got up and prepared breakfast for us. Anne was in a mood, morning never were her forte, she was an evening girl so she grabbed a quick slice of toast as she rushed out the door. She was late and blamed me for forgetting to set the alarm, even though the bloody thing was on her side of the bed! So it was not the best start to the day.

I struggled to get the kids ready for school, John was being antsy about eating his breakfast and Pamela would not be hurried. Just like her mother I thought! Eventually we got out the door and walked the mile to John's school. Pamela was still at kindergarten as she was not old enough yet for the 'big' school. The other mother's were all standing around at the school gate talking as I reversed my steps after depositing our both kids at their respective rooms. It had started out as a warm early summer's day when we had set out form home, but just as I left the school, the heavens opened. Shit, I thought that's all I need. I had come out with just a light top jacket and without a raincoat, I was going to get soaked! 

A large 4x4 Range Rover pulled up and the window came down. It was one of the mother's who had been standing at the gate talking when I had exited the school. She simply said. "Get in before you get soaked."

Once I was in the car and safely belted up, she introduced herself as Andrea Carter and asked for directions to my home. I gave her the route back to my place and as she drove I took the opportunity to take a good look at her. She was an attractive lady, dark hair and even at that time in the morning she had taken the time to apply her make up and make sure her hair was in perfect. Andrea had that easy gracefulness of movement and seemed to have a confidence of one who has been there and who knew she was attractive. She was a competent driver and fast. As she shifted gear, her short skirt rode up a little revealing her shapely thighs. She must have noticed me watching her and turning her head slightly said, "Will you recognise me again if you see me?"

I blushed and apologised. "I'm sorry I did not mean to stare, but I do feel as if I should know you."

She giggled and said. "Don't you remember that gawky girl in Secondary School who sat next to you for a whole year?"

At once I recalled her name. "Andrea Niven, I never would have recognised you. You are so changed from when I last saw you, but then again it must be nearly twenty years ago! Your family moved away during Year 2, but I never knew you had returned. How did you recognise me?"

She just laughed and said. "You are quite distinctive, what with your red hair and spectacles. If I was in any doubt, your identity was confirmed when I asked the head teacher who you were."

"I've noticed that you are always the one to drop your kids off nowadays, your wife isn't ill is she?"

So I proceeded to give her the quick version of my new role as house husband. By then we were at my home and I asked her if she had time for a coffee. She had and we made a quick dash up the path in an attempt to beat the rain. I apologised for the state the house was in, but she just laughed and said, "You should see mine at the moment, I just leave everything until after the school run and blitz it when I get back."

She was very easy to talk to and I found myself responding to her questions. She asked how I liked being a full time house husband and I moaned about how hard I was finding it, especially the cooking.

She said. "That's easy sorted, what are you planning for tonight's meal?"

I replied. "Something fairly simple, probably sausage roll, beans and chips."

"We can do a lot better than that. Have you any mince beef and pasta in the kitchen larder?"

I had a quick hunt through the freezer and found some mince and I also found a tall jar with spaghetti and brought them to the table. She asked for tinned tomatoes, garlic and bay leaves and I managed to find everything. She then helped me prepare the sauce and gave me a lesson on how to cook the spaghetti. 

Coffee and cookery lesson finished, Andrea looked at her watch and realised we had spent most of the morning together. She kissed me on the cheek and as she got to the door, turned and said. "Some of us mothers get together every Wednesday morning for a chat and coffee, why don't you join us? You may get some more cooking tips from the others."

"I don't know, hadn't you better check with the others before inviting me. After all, they may be uncomfortable with a man around spoiling their girly get together?"

"Just leave them to me, I will give you a lift after we drop the kids off Wednesday, OK?" she asked.

I nodded and replied. "I will look forward to it." 

For the first time in ages, I felt as though I had something to look forward to outside of my marriage and running a household.

Anne made no comment about the meal that evening, but the kids certainly noticed and complimented by saying that it was even better than mum's. Not the most discrete thing to say, but that's kids for you. Later when we were in bed, Anne asked me where I had learned to cook spaghetti, so I told her about meeting Andrea and her help. 

She asked. "Do I have any reason to be jealous?"

"Of course not, she's just on old friend helping a man in trouble."

We kissed and said goodnight.

On Wednesday, I met with Andrea and she introduced me to two other women at the school gate. June Hall was about twenty two and stood about 5ft 4" tall. She had what is politely called a fuller figure, but had an impish laugh and I thought we would get along ok. Pat Rollo was taller and older at around twenty eight and was quite plain looking at first sight, but as I was to find out later, with her war-paint on and some foxy clothes she would be a match for anyone.

I got into Andrea's car and the other two followed in their own cars. We parked outside a large detached house. Andrea unlocked and let us in. With a cheery wave to Pat, she said. "Pat can you give Gordon the tour but avoid my bedroom, I have not had a chance to tidy up in there yet. As we walked round the house, I quickly saw that the furnishings and decoration certainly lived up to the exterior impression. Wow, I thought this life style is a bit out of my league and I was getting nervous about how they would view our home when my turn came around to play host. 

"Coffee's up," called Andrea and we returned to the conservatory and proceeded to put the world to rights. I made little conversation at that first coffee morning, not that I did not want to contribute, but I was taken slightly aback at the topics discussed. They started as I had suspected with the usual neighbourhood gossip. They discussed a married woman who lived nearby and was having a torrid affair with her personal trainer, or so it was rumoured. The girls made no allowance for me being male and simply continued their discussing the 'slut' but that led onto their comments about their own husbands failings in bed and out. It was as if I was one of them and not part of the male gender. In a way it was flattering that they did not perceive me as a threat or as someone who was going to rat out to their husbands at the first opportunity. On the other hand, I was dismayed that they almost discounted what I would make of their openness about their spouses.

Soon it was approaching lunch time and Andrea said. "Time for today's cookery lesson. Gordon can't cook, so I suggest we each think of a dish that's easy to prepare and that a complete beginner can make. No offence intended Gordon, but you did say your were a novice."

"Only in the kitchen." I retorted with a smile and they all had a giggle at that.

With the cookery lessons, scribbled notes and phone numbers to call if I had a problem with the preparation I left and walked home, my mind in whirl.

That evening I tried out one of the recipes and got the buzz from the appreciative noises coming back at me. I was getting to enjoy cooking, now that I had found it was not as difficult as I had first thought.

Anne was curious about this new found talent and when I explained where I had learned about the ladies coffee mornings and cookery lessons, promptly christened the group 'Gordon's Harem'. It was only later on that she took to calling them 'Gordon's Coven'.

Saturday evening came round and Anne was as excited as I had ever seen her. She had denied me any sex all that week, she said she wanted me at my peak on Saturday and I was so randy I would have fucked the hole in a doughnut, given the opportunity.

She had dressed in a cream coloured dress, I think it what's called a shift dress. It was fairly low cut and exposed the top of her full breasts if she leaned over. It also terminated just above her knees, but it clung to her like a second skin. She asked if she should wear a bra, but I said. "Don't bother, I love it just the way it is, anyway it will spoil the line of the dress. She accepted that with a grin and warned me that she was only wearing the dress, a thong and her shoes. "You don't think I'm overdressed do you?" she said with an impish grin on her face.

We arrived at Jim and Pat Cairns address and I was stunned by the size of it. This was no suburban house in a upper class district, but a veritable mansion set in it's own grounds. We had to stop and press a bell to get the gates opened before we could proceed up the driveway. There were four large expensive looking cars parked outside and I couldn't help but feel envious of the owners. Compared to our slightly battered four year old Ford, they looked like Formula 1 racing cars. 

Jim Cairns was waiting at the door along with his with wife Pat. Introductions were made and he welcomed us into his home. Once inside, Jim took both of us aside and saying he wanted a quick word before the evenings activities got underway. He explained that the people we were about to meet were all experienced swingers and that in order to protect each other from any problems they had a few ground rules he wanted to impart.

"Rule 1 – We don't believe in using condoms so contraception is the responsibility of the ladies.

Rule 2 – Only married couples participate at these parties, strictly no singles.

Rule 3 – Participants are only allowed to indulge in sexual activities with persons other than their spouses at the monthly parties. Assignations with participants outside of the monthly parties for sex is discouraged.

Rule 4 – Should any participant decide to engage in sexual activity with a third party not involved in the group, they must ensure a condom is used.

Rule 5 – No or stop means just that. No exceptions allowed.

Rule 6 – No photographs or videos are allowed.

"Any comments?" he asked.

I said. "It all seems very clinical and straight forward to me."

"Look," he said, "We are all adults and as such should be aware of the dangers of STD's so the above rules are designed to minimise the risk. We cannot possibly police Rule 4, but it's in everyone's interest to ensure the safety of the others."

"We have some fairly prominent public figures attending these parties, so discretion is required. We do not film or record any of these events for obvious reasons and the no singles rule is to ensure that all participants have a measure of privacy about our personal relationships. The rules are there for all our protection, if you cannot accept them, it would be better to leave now!"

We assured him that we accepted the ground rules and he then proceeded to introduce us to the three other couples present. I had some difficulty remembering the names and respective spouses. I know there was an Alan and Jean, Simon and Judy and Peter and Belinda or Bel as she preferred to be called.

I did note that women were all expensively dressed and impeccably made up. Bel in particular was simply stunning, she was a lot younger than the others and rightly or wrongly I classed her as a trophy wife. 

We men seemed to have congregated at one end of the room, while the ladies were sitting chattering the way women seem to be able to at the drop of a hat. The men on the other hand looked older than their wives and while well dressed could not hide their slight bulges around their middles. I recognised Alan as he was a prominent figure in local politics. During the pre dinner drinks, I discovered that Simon was a Magistrate and Peter a Detective Chief Inspector in the Police. I was embarrassed when I had to admit to being a house husband and I could see from the looks the guys exchanged that I was immediately categorised as a pussy. 

I searched out Anne and made eye contact, she smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She seemed happy so I returned my attention to what the other guys were talking about. At one point Jim and Peter excused themselves, they had a bit of quick business to discuss. I took the opportunity to ask Alan where the toilet was and after getting directions made my visit the toilet. I took a wrong turning getting back and found myself standing wondering which way to turn. I heard some voices coming from an open door and went to pass but paused when I heard Jim say. "Anne's going to be a great asset to our little group, but don't push it tonight. I've spent the last two months grooming her for this evening, she ready, but her husband is not to sure, so we need to take it slowly a not alarm them."

Peter replied. "Don't worry I can handle him. I think he is a bit of a wimp, imagine a grown man stopping at home and allowing his wife to support him."

"Look, that's just the point I'm trying to make, he will soon get into it once Pat and Bel get their hooks into him."

Peter said. "OK, message received and understood, I can't wait to get into Anne's pants, she's a cracker and looks ripe for it. Did you see the way her tits fill that dress and those nipples, they must be an inch long. They nearly poked their way through that dress when she came in.?"

"We'd better gat back, dinner is about to be served."

I made a rapid exit and found my back to the reception room where everyone was standing and ready to go into dinner. Dinner was superb. I was seated next to Pat and she was at pains to put me at ease. She explained that they always brought in caterers when they entertained, but they always leave immediately after dessert is served. I tried to concentrate on what she was saying but I my mind kept returning to the conversation I had overheard earlier. What did we have to be worried about? We were here of our own volition and I could not see that swapping partners for the evening was going to frighten us off. What else was involved?

With dinner over, we adjourned to a different room. This one was set up for seduction, low lighting and scented candles. A large flat screen TV was in one corner and after seeing that everyone had brandies or port, Jim said as he switched on the video player, "This is a video Pat and I shot earlier this year."

The screen burst into life and the images were of Pat and Jim on holiday, obviously somewhere hot as they were wearing next to nothing. Anne and I had watched porn before and there was nothing exceptional going on in the video, so my attention switched to Pat who was sitting beside me on the couch. She leaned over to whisper something in my ear and her dress gaped open revealing her firm breasts. Seeing which way my eyes were pointing, she smiled and said. "You like?"

I was lost for words, so just nodded. She reached up and pulling my head down planted a kiss on my lips and her tongue was soon pressing into my mouth. I have to admit it was the type of kiss that sent shivers down my spine and gave me an instant erection. Breaking for air, I looked over to where I had last seen Anne and found her in the arms of Peter. His hands were all over her and she was not resisting, so I retuned to Pat and before long we were naked and fucking like there was no tomorrow. 

I brought Pat to two orgasms before she stuck her finger in my arse and stroked my prostrate. The effect was electric. I felt my orgasm explode as I thrust my full 8 inches in as deep as possible into her cunt. 

As we slowly came down from our mutual orgasms, I gathered my wits and looked around for Anne. I was worried that she may have gotten cold feet about participating in this orgy. Our intention of just observing had gone out the window as soon as I was presented with an opportunity to fuck another woman. 

They say that a rising cock has no conscience, what a selfish bastard, I had not given Anne any consideration or the opportunity to withdraw gracefully! 

I needn't have been concerned, as I looked over to where Anne had last been, I saw her being fucked very hard from behind, but not by Peter as I had expected, since that was last sight I had of who she was with, but by Jim who judging by the sounds emanating from Anne, was doing a very good job of humping her.

Pat, seeing the direction of my gaze, smiled and said. "Jim's getting sloppy seconds, Peter has already had her. He has a tendency to shoot his first load very quickly, but if I know him, will be back for more before too long."

Standing up, she looked down at me and said. "Let me get you a drink and something to help you recover." 

She returned minutes later with a cold drink and handed it to me with a smile and also gave me a little blue diamond shaped pill. I was stunned, I said. "Viagra?" 

She just nodded and said. "We find that the little blue pills assist our guests maintain their stamina for a long evening."

The she added. "We always keep a supply handy, let me know if it works, we also have another make if you prefer."

I had never needed to use drugs to help me perform and was mildly irritated by the assumption that I was a one shot wonder, but what the hell, when in Rome, so I quickly swallowed the pill.

I wandered around the room observing the participants in action. Jean and Bel were locked together, mouth to pussy and I watched them for a few minutes, but did not find it that stimulating, but they were clearly enjoying themselves, so I left them to it and swung round to find a naked Judy standing beside me watching my reaction to the lesbian scene I had just witnessed. "Not to your taste?" she asked. 

I shook my head and she said. "Maybe this is more acceptable."

As she dropped to her knees and started to take my tumescent member into her willing mouth, I noticed her heavy breasts bore the marks of some rough treatment. The sensation she created with her mouth on my cock pushed any thoughts of how her tits had been abused from my mind. I thought that my wife was good at blow jobs, apart from swallowing but Judy was something else. Anne had never been able to deep throat me, she always said I was too big but Judy swallowed me whole and soon had me on the brink. I had to push her away from me before I came. I wanted to fuck her hard, she had was clearly shared my desire. 

She turned and presented her backside to me and said to me, "Stick your cock up my arse and fuck me hard!"

I proceeded to gentle lubricate her rosebud with a mixture of her own juices and sperm donated by a previous partner. She was not having any of that. "Just push that fucking cock in my arse, don't try to be gentle, I can take it, just get fucking on with it," she commanded.

I wasted no time in complying and forced my prick into her waiting hole as hard as I could and started pumping away as hard and fast as I could. She was moaning and urging me on and then grunted. "My tits, squeeze my tits, pull on them!"

I reached round and as I did so, I suddenly realised this is what turns her on! She needs the stimulation of pain, that's why her tits looked bruised. She loves it and against my better judgement I proceeded to do as she demanded. She soon started to cum as I continued to maul her tits and plug her arse and I felt my self explode deep in her bowels. 




The House Husband Ch. 03



It took us a while to recover, we were both lying there chests heaving trying to get our breathe back. Judy kissed me a said. "Your not the wimp that Peter has alleged. You are very good and your cock knows how to please a woman, don't let him dominate you cause he will if you don't stand up for yourself or your wife. He can be a bastard at times!"

Before I could respond to this, she jumped up and walked over to join Anne and Jim who were also resting after their last efforts. 

I raised myself off the floor and walked over to where and, Jim and Judy were sitting talking and leaned over to kiss Anne on the lips. Her response startled me as she pulled me down beside her onto the couch and after kissing me again pushed my head downwards. Clearly she wanted me to give her oral, so I dropped off the couch onto my knees and started to suck on her swollen clit. There was the residue of Jim's sperm leaking from her pussy and she started to moan as I eagerly lapped it up. I soon had her on the brink and kept taking her to the brink and them back off. I was about to take her over the top, when a hand on my shoulder pulled me away. My tongue was quickly replaced by that of Simon. Anne immediately started to buck and she let out a scream as she exploded into another huge orgasm. 

I looked around to see if there was anyone available, I was on top of the world and felt as though I could maintain an erection all night. Bel was still engaged with Jean, but looked up as I approached and stuck her bum up in the air in an open invitation. I needed no further encouragement and quickly pushed myself into her sopping pussy. I was as hard as a rock, but no matter how fast I went I was unable to bring myself to ejaculation. She was loose, sure all the women present must have been in a similar state, but as I thrust away at her receptive pussy, I realised that I was fully sated! I had nothing left to give. I was all fucked out despite still sporting a solid erection. Bel must have sensed my slowing down, as she pulled herself off me and swung around to suck my cock, trying to give me the release I craved. I was getting sore from the efforts she was making, she sucked as if her life depended on it, but I had to gently take her head away from my erection. 

She smiled rather ruefully and said. "You owe me one. Just make sure I am first next time we meet up." 

I told her it was a promise. And she accepted that gracefully. It would seem that I was not the only one shagged out, the others had started getting dressed as Bel and I had our last attempt, so we also got dressed. 

As we prepared to leave, Jim announced that next month's get together was at Peter and Bel's and that it would be a barbecue instead of a formal dinner. He also reminded everyone that this would be the last one until school was back in and to bring our swim wear as there was a pool and hot tub available. Jean simply said. "Why bother, if tonight's party was the benchmark, they wouldn't be needed, not for long anyway." We all laughed at the truth behind that statement as we made our goodbyes.

I started to talk to Anne about the evening's activities in the car on the way home, but she was asleep before I had left the driveway. Once home we both staggered up to bed and collapsed. I had intended to have a shower, but I was too idle to be bothered, it will still be there in the morning I thought as my head hit the pillow.

I awoke before Anne and had a quick shower and dressed before preparing breakfast. I was just putting the full English on the tray to take it upstairs when Anne appeared wearing only a short dressing gown. I was instantly aroused and pulled her into my arms. She resisted my attentions and pushed me away saying. "Not now, I'm starving, un-showered and still a bit sore after last night, maybe tonight, OK?"

"I'll hold you to that tonight, now sit down and tell me how you feel about last night's events."

She talked as she munched her way through breakfast. 

"I was nervous and apprehensive at first, but when you started stripping Pat, I just went with the flow. I have to admit I enjoyed the fucking I received. I have never been so turned on or taken to so many orgasms in such a short time. I thought I was in heaven. One sour note though, I almost told Peter to stop, he was squeezing my tits and pulling on my nipples so hard. It was as if he was trying to separate them from my tits. It was pleasurable at first, then painful and just as I was about to call a halt he gave then a last tug that pushed me over the edge and I came so hard that I almost passed out."

I told her about how I noticed that Judy's breasts had be subjected to something similar, but that she seemed to get off on a bit of pain. We agreed that we needed to be careful around Peter and I advised her not to get isolated with him and she agreed she would be on her guard.

She said. "I take it that you want to go to the next party then?"

"Yes, I rather think I do. That reminds me, I thought you said that last night's party was the final one before the school break, but Jim announced one at the end of the month." 

She said with a grin. "I must have got my dates mixed up or they added another to make sure we are well into it before the break."

Discussion over, she went to pick up the kids from their grandparents and I mowed the front lawn.

To be continued



The House Husband Ch. 04



Chapter 4 The Situation Changes

During the following weeks things settled down a bit. I was still applying for jobs, most of them a lot further away from home, but the responses were discouraging. My housekeeping skills improved to the point where I now had free time on my hands and I was getting bored stuck at home. Walking the kids to and from school had the unexpected benefit of allowing me to lose those extra pounds I had put on. I was now fitter than I had been for years. But the problem of not having any transport added to my frustration as it limited my options on how to spend my time. I reconciled myself to this, as I did not have any spare cash to spend even if I did have transport to get there. 

Anne was still keeping a tight rein on the finances and I learned not to ask about household expenditure. That really started to bug me, I was a trained accountant, I knew how to handle large sums of money, but I was being excluded from any access to the details of our finances. I didn't even have my credit card! Anne insisted that I didn't need one as she paid all the major bills now. 

The saving grace in many ways was 'Gordon's Harem' They ladies guided me through a basic course in household skills and I learned the basics of how to prepare quick simple meals. The kids certainly appreciated the improvement. Anne was less forthcoming, she questioned me about what she now called 'Gordon's Coven' I think she was jealous of how well I had adapted to the House Husband role so she re-christened them.

It was Andrea Carter who was responsible for giving me the opportunity to break out of the life of House Husband, even if only for a short time each week. At one of our coffee mornings she asked if I was interested in doing some part time accountancy for her Brother-in-Law, Sam Rawlings. It turned out he was the owner of a Used Car Sales business and had the Inland Revenue breathing down his neck. His accountant had taken ill and his annual accounts were well overdue. I said I would be delighted to help. I had thought of trying to set up my own Accountancy practice, but felt that I had insufficient contacts locally to make a success of it. 

Now, I thought, here was my chance, if I could impress Sam Rawlings, maybe I it would lead to more business. I thanked Andrea and called Sam straight away. He asked me to come down to his garage that afternoon to discuss the problem of his books. I arranged for Andrea to collect our two when she was picking up her own brood and set off to see Sam.

When he showed me his books and handed me a plastic shopping bag full of receipts. 

"These are all sundry operating expenses, I made sure to get receipts for everything." He said as if expecting me to pat him on the back.

"Receipts for what? I need to know what was purchased with each receipt, so I can itemise them. The taxman may ask for proof of purchase, have you delivery notes to support each item?" I asked. 

He told me he had them somewhere, so I tasked him with rooting them out while I made a start on the Sales Ledger. A quick inspection confirmed that this was going to be a much bigger job than I had thought. Everything was recorded in ledgers, purchases, sales, expenses and salaries. First job was to get all this transferred to my computer and then I could take it from there. 

After about an hour of digging, I got a rough idea of how he controlled his business. It was not good and I suggested that the best thing would be for me to take away his records and develop a computer based accounting package that he could subsequently use on a daily basis. I gave him a budget figure of how much it was going to cost him and he blanched a bit at the price, but I told him that I would save him twice that amount in the first year, but only if he played his part in using the system religiously. He perked up at that and my first customer was hooked.

I got home that evening after collecting the kids from Andrea's, slightly later than Anne and she was annoyed that I had not prepared dinner. I was about to tell her about my new business venture, when something deep inside me warned me to be cautious. After all, it may go badly and I could do without any further humiliating sarcasm from her. 

So I just said. "I got sidetracked with something and forgot the time. We can phone for a take away if you like."

She agreed and after checking what everybody fancied, we opted for a Chinese. Fortunately they delivered and we sat down to eat some forty five minutes later. Over the meal, Anne told the kids and I that she had booked our summer holiday at Euro-Disney -- Paris then a week at the west coast resort of La-Baule. I was somewhat put out as we had discussed Euro-Disney pre Christmas before I was made redundant, but nothing had been discussed since. I was about to take her to task on the subject when she deflected any further discussion by engaging the kids on what they would like to do first. After seeing the excitement in their eyes at the prospect, I decided to wait until later to have my say. After we had finished our meal we both played with the kids until their bedtime and after they were settled, Anne said. "I have a surprise for you too!" 

I wondered what sort of surprise and started to ask her what sort, when she shushed me and taking my hand led me to the garage. She opened the door and instead of our battered old Ford stood a brand new Lexus saloon. I was gob-smacked, how on earth could we afford such an expensive motor and when asked she said airily. "My probation period was completed earlier than planned. Jim said he was delighted with the impact I have had in the four months I have been working full time. Part of the perks of this new permanent position is access to the Company Car Loan scheme."

She told me that Jim had made all the arrangements for her new car weeks ago and it was delivered today. Do you like it?" she asked failing to keep the excitement out of her voice.

"Sure." I said rather sulkily, "but where is the Ford?" 

"I sold it to one of the staffers. Her car had just died on her and she needed wheels to get to work, so I sold it to her there and then."

This seriously pissed me off! Had she even considered keeping the Ford for me to use? 

"How long have you known about this new car then?" I asked acidily.

"Oh, it was ordered weeks ago, but I had to wait for delivery in the colour I wanted." She relied totally unaware of the warning tone I had used.

"Did you ever stop to consider consulting me about the choice of car? Did you even consider keeping the Ford for me to use?" I demanded getting angrier by the moment.

Before she had a chance to answer those questions, continued angrily. "I am heartily sick of you making decisions without consulting me, first your job, then our family holiday and now the car! While I am on a roll here, I want access to the family accounts, I need to make sure that you are not over extending us with all these decisions!"

She went ape-shit and let fly straight back. "You know perfectly well why I took over the accounts, if you had not gambled our savings, you would still be in charge of them! As for consulting you, why should I? I earn the money in this family, not you! When you are contributing financially to our household, you will be consulted on every decision, until then you can get stuffed!"

More harsh words followed and I was left in no doubt that I no longer had her respect. As the realisation of this sunk into my brain, I went suddenly went silent and in a lull in our fight I said softly, "I will make arrangements to sleep in the spare bedroom from now on. You have made it abundantly clear that any love and respect you may have held for me in our marriage is gone. Divorce is up to you as I do not have any money to fund such an expense, but you can please yourself. I will not leave the family home as I am still our children's prime carer. You on the other hand can do as you please. You have pretty well have been doing so ever since my redundancy, so it should not be too difficult for you!"

This statement brought her angry tirade to an abrupt halt, she looked at me, the astonishment clearly etched on her face and stuttered. "Wha, What... What do mean divorce, who mentioned divorce?"

"Well I did actually," I responded keeping my voice devoid of any emotion. "I think we both know that we are having some problems, it seems that you no longer love or care for me, that much is obvious. I was stupid enough to think that your disrespect was merely a transitory thing attributable to the pressure you were under starting your new job, but thinking back it started before then probably when I was first made redundant."

"But I do love you, you must know that! Why else would I have been working so hard if not to keep our family together? I'm sorry if I have ridden roughshod over things recently, but you share a lot of the blame for that!" she responded determined to have the last word as always.

I hate arguments, always have. Anne was always to quick tongued and she was ever ready with a response whereas I need to take time to prepare and rehearse my statements and I knew when our arguments degenerated into slanging matches I would be the loser. This time I was determined to end this before it reached that stage.

"I may well have contributed to this sorry state of affairs, I apologise for failing to find other employment but there are nearly two million of us in a similar state at present, but that being said, I think you need to reflect on your own behaviour recently. If you are confident that you have been fair and supportive to me and the kids, then there is really no hope for us. Another point you may wish to ponder on, is, if we divorce, who do you think will be granted custody of John and Pamela?"

With that I left her standing there, speechless for once, it felt good. I cleared my things out of the master bedroom and moved into the spare room. 

The next few days were pretty bad, Anne hardly spoke to me in a civil tongue. Instead of being contrite about her attitude she seemed eager to belittle me at every opportunity. Finally, I told her to keep her mouth shut unless she was prepared talk as mature adults. 

"I will talk to you anyway damn way I please!" she snapped at me as she left for work in her new car.

After delivering the kids to school, I dropped in on Sam Rawlings with his completed tax return and VAT declaration. He was very pleased at that the way was now open to get the taxman off his back. He asked how I wanted paid for the work so far and I asked for cash. 

He looked at me with a question on his lips when I said. "Look, I'm an accountant and I have just been through your books. Your business is generating a lot more cash transactions than I would expect given the value of the products. I don't want to know the details, but I hope you are being careful not to leave any trail for the revenue to investigate. Paper and electronic transactions are easy for them to check. Your life style needs to be consistent as well, any sudden high value purchases or living beyond your declared income will put them on alert. On paper, your business is now neat and tidy, but being late in your returns will put them on alert."

He looked at me and winked as he said. "I am a lucky gambler, horses, dogs or cards it doesn't matter, I always come out on top."

I smiled to acknowledge his casual way of admitting his business dealings were not all clean and above board. As I went to leave, he asked. "You're always on foot when you come in, don't you drive?"

I just gave him the short answer that my wife used the car for work and that we could not afford buy a second car at present.

"Come over here," he said. Pointing to a nice Honda Civic he said. "That's just come in, it's eight years old and I was going to pass it on for auction. It's just too old for my forecourt, but it's a good runner. I will give it to you in part exchange against the work you are doing for me."

We talked about the price he wanted for it and he finally agreed to sell it to me for £1,000. No cash required. So we shook hands on the deal and I drove home instead of having to wait for a bus. I used the cash Sam had just paid me to cover Insurance and Road Tax so I was also legal. 

The kids were delighted to see me when I collected them and jumped in the car almost without comment.

It was a different story when Anne arrived home, the kids just blurted out the news as soon as she came in the door. She demanded to know where I had gotten the money to pay for it and the running costs. I just said simply. "Not from you!"

She, of course would not leave it there and I finally told her what I was up to with Sam Rawlings. She eased back on her inquisition after I had told her this and then she asked. "Do you intend to develop your accountancy business?"

"If I can, I will. I have the time to do the work and I'm hoping Sam will introduce me to some of his contacts. It's early days, but I will wait and see how it develops."

Dinner was much more relaxed than in the last few days. After dinner, I worked on developing Sam's Model as I named the project. Just before bedtime, Anne came in to the spare room where I slept and where the computer was set up and handed me an envelope. She left quickly before I had a chance to query what it was. I opened it and on the first sheet, there was the password to the household accounts file complete with a balance sheet summary of how we were faring. The second was a handwritten apology for her lack of consideration and appreciation recently. I knew this was a big climb-down for her. I also knew that it was asking too much to expect her to openly admit her crassness verbally, she was many things my wife, but eating humble pie came very hard to her. 

I was pleased to receive her apology, but something inside urged caution. Was her apparent contrition just an act to get us back together, or was it a genuine attempt to heal the wounds. I wasn't sure and was still unsure when I went into the lounge.

Anne was sitting watching TV and said. "Thank you for the note and apology. You know I love and adore you. You are the only girl I ever loved, but what has transpired since my redundancy has wounded me deeper than I thought possible. I'm still unsure whether we have a future or not so let's take it a day at a time. OK?"

I could tell from the look on her face that she was not happy with my response but she said simply. "OK, whatever you want, but know this, I love you and I want you back in my bed!"

I told that I was not ready for that just yet and she was in tears when I left her sitting there.

The days passed and we were both trying hard to re-establish our former life. One night, she asked. "Are we going to attend the party at Peter and Bel's?"

"I don't want to go. We are just beginning to recover our own marriage! Do you think that swapping partners with the others when we are not sleeping together ourselves is wise?"

Anne smiled wistfully and said. "We can resolve the latter anytime you are ready, you know that, as for the party, I also don't want to go until we are sure of our own future."

It must have been about a week later when Anne came in from work and told me breathlessly. "Peter has been suspended from the police pending an investigation into an alleged assault on a prisoner!"

"I can't say I'm all that surprised, he can be a rough diamond at times. Remember what he did to you at the party?"

She did not respond to that but went on to say. "Jim has decided to postpone any future parties until the dust has had a chance to settle over Peter. There are a lot of questions being asked, not only about his professional activities but also his private life."

On the Friday following this disclosure it was our wedding anniversary. We decided to go out for a meal and after dropping the kids at my parents for the night, we went out to dinner. Anne was dressed to kill! She had on a short black dress that accentuated her deep cleavage. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra, as the back was bare down to the top of her backside. I complimented her on her choice of apparel and she smiled and thanked me for noticing.

We had a great dinner and I ordered a second bottle of wine towards the end of our meal. We had spent most of the evening just reminiscing about the good times oblivious to the other diners. As Anne paid the bill and I went to the Men's Room for a quick run off. When I returned Anne was deep in conversation with a guy at the bar. I quickly recognised him, it was Simon, one of the attendees at Jim's party. He was clearly a little drunk and in between trying to gaze down Anne's dress, he was running his hand up and down her arm from the shoulder to the elbow and back. Anne was not doing anything to stop him and as I approached she re- introduced him to me. 

She also explained that she was trying to get his permission to interview him and Judy on the subject of alternative lifestyles. She explained that she was keen to run a feature article and that all persons contributing would not be identified but given. It turned out that he and his Judy had also dined in the restaurant and they were just finishing up with brandy and coffee. He invited us to join them for a last drink before heading home. 

We accepted and must have spent nearly an hour just chatting. Anne was over the moon, they had agreed to participate in her article as long as their identities were protected. It had started to rain as we stood at the foyer waiting for a lull to make the dash to our car. Peter was about to call a taxi as they had partaken of too much drink to risk driving, when Anne volunteered me to drive them home. She explained that she wanted to discuss the article with him and asked Judy if she minded sitting in the front with me as it would make the conversation easier if they were side by side. While I drove, with Judy giving me directions, we chatted about our families and found we had very similar backgrounds. She was a pretty lady with long brown hair and though I half suspected what type of alternative lifestyle they had it still came as a surprise when they revealed. "We are into S&M, nothing too severe and we only practice our little kink in the privacy of our own home. You are welcome to come in and see our little collection of toys."

I said evasively. "I'm not sure that we have the time tonight."

Anne must have had half an ear on our conversation as well as she interrupted saying, "Of course we would love to learn a little more about your lifestyle."

So that was it decided I thought, I had been overruled once again. When we arrived at their house, it was perfectly ordinary three or four bed-roomed detached Victorian Villa with nothing to distinguish it from many others in the street. We entered and Peter offered us drinks, I refused as I was driving, but Anne accepted a brandy. After explaining a little about what they found so appealing about S&M, Judy took us down to their cellar. It was an eye opener for me, but Anne took it all in her stride. They had the usual things one would associate with their kink, black leathers, face masks nipple clamps, vibrators and canes. The centrepiece however, was a set of what looked like medieval stocks that had holes to clamp hands, feet and head securely. Peter said. "We only left this gear on display because we knew our children were away this weekend. We keep the more kinky stuff locked away and the cellar is always locked and out of bounds to them anyway."

Seeing Anne's fascination with their toys, Peter asked if she wanted to try anything out. Anne backed off a little and said, "Not tonight, but I'm sure we would like to come back some other time and observe with your toys."

Once again, Anne had made decisions committing us to activities that I had had no say in. I could not be angry with her about this decision though, I found the idea of having her helpless in those stocks very appealing at that moment. We returned upstairs and Judy made some coffee and we made arrangements to return the following weekend.




The House Husband Ch. 04



To be continued... 



The House Husband Ch. 05



( Last Para for continuity) Once again, Anne had made decisions committing us to activities that I had had no say in. I could not be angry with her about this decision though, I found the idea of having her helpless in those stocks very appealing at that moment. We returned upstairs and Judy made some coffee and we made arrangements to return the following weekend.

When we got home and in the door, Anne turned and threw herself at me, kissing me and trying to get my jacket off at the same time. For my part, I was extremely horny, we had not made love in weeks and the images of Anne in those stocks inflamed my ardour. Our clothes came off as we climbed the stairs and we were both naked by the time we reached the bedroom.

The first time was not making love! It was straight forward rutting as I forced my erection as deep into her pussy as I could reach. It was at no discomfort to Anne as she was sopping wet and ready to eagerly to receive everything I had. We pounded at each other until we both reached our orgasms at the same time, not something that happened very often. Usually I would finish first and had to finish Anne by hand or mouth, I was getting used to going down on her after sex.

The second time was a slow leisurely fuck and this was more like the real thing. We both took the time to ensure we made the experience pleasurable for each other. 

Afterwards as we lay there talking, she asked, "What do you think about trying out Judy and Peter's scene? I'm sorry I never asked you if you were OK with before accepting, but you appeared very interested at the time."

"I'm don't want to go there at all. I don't want to be the dominant one. The thought of causing you pain, even if you were to derive some pleasure from it, does not appeal to me. I certainly don't want to be the submissive, I don't fancy the stocks bit at all." I replied.

She said, "Don't you trust me? How about we try taking turn about and see which of us gets the biggest kick out of it? 

I thought about this for a couple of minutes and said, "No! I do not want to go down that particular route. If you want to go there next week for the research purposes, that's one thing, but taking an active role is a non-starter. I do not want any participation from either of us!"

"That's OK then. Trust me and leave the arrangements to me. I have Judy's number and I'll sound her out about how far they are prepared to go and what the boundaries are."

So we left it at that and I for one slept better that night than I had in along time. 

The weekend was devoted to the garden and getting ready for our holiday, now only a fortnight away. Anne and I had sex each night but I felt there was something missing but could not put my finger on it. I felt that just maybe our troubles though not over may be on the mend.

Life returned to normal, the school run, the domestic chores and of course the Wednesday 'Harem' get together. I had told the girls about Anne's alternate names for the group and they were amused with either term. In parallel with the usual domestic issues, I completed the database format for 'Sam's Project' and went to see him. He was delighted when I explained how the system worked and asked if I could start populating the database with real data using his current stock. This was a bit more than I had expected and I told him he could get a temp into do the donkey work and that I was willing to train him or her on the system. I told him a temp would be cheaper to employ than me and he agreed that that made sense.

Before I left he said, "Look, you were savvy enough to sus out that not every transaction in this business is necessarily put through the books accurately, can you set up a second database with the real data?"

I told him I could and that once all the data had been inputted into the present database, I would set up the other 'B' Model with the 'corrected' figures. I cautioned him that the 'B' model must never be stored on the office computer and that it would be better to keep it on a memory stick. He asked several pertinent questions about what he needed and I advised him to find somewhere secure to keep the memory stick, somewhere handy but easily accessible.

It was a couple of days later when he called and said he had found a girl to do the data entry and that she was ready to start work the following day. I went round the next morning and was introduced to a stunning girl. She was every man's wet dream, five foot four in height with a figure that Miss World contestants would die for. Before I could get my eyes properly focussed, Sam told me her name was Simone and that she was his daughter. He had prepared all the paperwork relating to his current stock and left us to it. She explained that she had been looking for a summer job, but did not fancy working directly for her Dad in the Car Sales business, but that this role looked like something she would enjoy. It suited her that it was short term as she was going back to school after the summer holidays to do her 'A' Levels and Maths coupled with business studies as her chosen subjects.

She was a quick learner and was soon busy entering the data. She paused occasionally to ask the odd pertinent question about why this field or that and readily accepted my answer. I left her to it and went to find Sam. He was standing with a dark skinned man and I took him to be a customer, so I paused but when Sam saw my hesitation he called me over. He introduced me to his associate and said that Andrew owned several night clubs and that he might have some more business for me. Sam left us to talk and I found Andrew to be a likeable and easily approachable guy. After a short while I found my self agreeing to fulfil his accountancy requirements.

We set up an initial appointment and before he departed I asked. "Why did you decide to ask me to be your accountant?"

He smiled and said. "Sam recommended you and said you knew how to be discrete. In my business, I also have many cash transactions and while I pay my taxes like everyone else, I don't want to pay more than I need to, if you get my meaning?"

I smiled and assured him that discretion was my forte. 

That was how my business started and little did I know at the time but over the next few months I was to be drawn deeper into the local small business scene.

At home our life had reverted to what had become normal. We still made love, but it was more akin to addressing a sexual need and not the deep love we used to share. I was not particularly happy with the situation, but I could not see an easy way to resolve the issues confronting us. Any attempt I made at opening a discussion on the subject of what we were doing to our marriage was met with a denial that there was anything amiss. So I took the easy way out and accepted it was just another rough patch and we would get over it.

It was on the Thursday before our next meeting with Peter and Judy that Anne phoned to say she had to work late on one of her articles and not to hold any dinner for her. She would be eating out this evening. This was unusual, normally she had her schedule planned to the minute and she would post any changes well in advance. It wasn't until she had hung up that I realised she had failed to say which article she was working on. 

So it was that evening after getting our kids to bed and settled, I found that I had unexpectedly had the evening to myself. I logged on to my computer and checked the e.mails. On an impulse, I checked Anne's private e.mail but she had changed the password so I could not gain access. Again, I thought that's odd, she has had the account since we were first married and had never changed it before. My suspicions were now fully aroused, what the fuck was happening here. First, the working late at short notice, secondly, the changed password, was I being paranoid? Could she be cheating on me? 

I set to work trying to gain access to her account. I tried all the usual suspects, kids names, special words we used together and finally just as I was about to give up, I glanced at the calendar on the desk and noticed that it was still posted at June. We were now well into July and I was sure I had turned the page. I noted that one word on one of the adverts framing the calendar had been highlighted. I returned to the computer and tried once more. Bingo! I was in to her e.mails. As I scanned through them, there was nothing untoward about the inbox or in the storage folders headings. Short of going through each folder, there was no way I would discover anything confirming my suspicions. As a last thought, I checked her deleted items folder and found one e.mail that made my heart plummet. It was from Pat Cairns or at least the name of the sender was Pat Cairns. As I read through the short note, it did confirm about the cancellation of the next get together, but went on to suggest that she and Jim were looking forward to meeting up with her tomorrow night. 

Tomorrow night! I checked the date and confirmed that it was tonight the she referred to. So now I started to suspect that it was not an article she was working on, it was a private event and I was not invited. I was stunned. I sat down and tried to think about it rationally. It could be an innocent business meeting, but why would Pat be there? There was no suggestion about the reason for the meeting tonight but if it was a business meeting, why hadn't Anne just said so? The more I thought about it the less sure I was that she was cheating. I decided not to rush into any rash actions but I would watch Anne closely and see if she changed her routine over the next few weeks.

Anne arrived home around ten thirty and her appearance was perfectly normal. She came over to me and gave me a kiss full on the lips with loads of tongue. I thought she tastes different and tried to identify what the taste was, Then it struck me, spearmint. She must have brushed her teeth or chewed some gum and I had never known her to chew gum.

She pulled me to my feet and said. "Unless you have anything else to do, I have an itch that needs attention."

I was so aroused by the promise in the kiss she had just given me that all my thoughts regarding the spearmint taste went straight out of my head. I chased her into the bedroom and stripped off my clothes in record time. She had also started to undress, but I quickly went to her and started to pull off her clothes. I had a surprise when I pulled off her panties, her pussy was shaved apart from a narrow strip about three inches long and an inch wide. I pulled back in surprise and asked her. "When did this happen?"

"I did today in work. Do you like it?"

"You have always said no when I asked you to shave before, why the sudden change?" I asked.

"I noticed that Judy had hers shaved, so I asked her about it and she told me that the lack of hair around her clit made her extremely aroused with only the slightest stimulation. I can confirm to you, she's right. I have been so randy and sopping wet ever since I did it. Do you like?" She asked with that impish grin on her face.

"I like a lot." I said and buried my face in her pussy.

She was soon cumming and I changed position to place my cock at her hairless entrance. I started to enter her and found that she was sopping wet. As I pushed further into her core, she just seemed to absorb me until I was in to the hilt. She couldn't wait and started fucking me back is if she was trying to get my balls in as well. I had to hold her tightly or she would have knocked me off the bed such was her passion. I quickly felt my orgasm approach and tried desperately to control the timing. My attempts were futile and I came like an express train. Anne also had an orgasm and kept cumming until I was completely sated.

Afterwards, I remembered about the spearmint taste and her sudden need to work late. I was confident that she had not been with anyone sexually that evening as I did pay particular attention to her pussy when we had made love. I could not find any evidence that she had cheated on me.

On the Saturday evening after settling the baby sitter, Anne and I went to visit Peter and Judy. Peter greeted us at the door and after getting us drinks took us down to their cellar where Judy was already trussed up and in the stocks and blindfolded.

Peter then proceeded to attach nipple clamps to her otherwise naked body. The clamps were like crocodile clips but instead of a serrated edge these had rubber coated flat spades. They must still have been causing Judy some discomfort as she tensed up each time he laid his cane on her breasts and flicked at he aroused nipples. He then proceeded to bind her large tits with a slender rope, pulling the noose tighter and tighter. Her breasts turned a deep purple blue colour and all the time he talked to her about what he was going to do next. Satisfied with the results, he paused and pulled the mask from her face so she could see what was about to happen to her body.

Judy was starting to move her hips as if to try and ease her pain, but he flicked the cane across her belly and commanded her to stand still. She instantly obeyed and he started to tease her by gently stroking her body the cane. She shivered and started to grind her hips in desperation. It was clear that she was almost at her orgasm and she needed and she was pleading with him to make her cum. He continued to torment her with the caressing strokes until she was sobbing and moaning in her need for release. I looked over at Anne and she was watching this with a look of fierce intensity. She was obviously aroused as her nipples were rigid beneath her silk blouse and she was breathing quite hard. Peter stepped back from Judy and handed Anne the cane.

"You can take it from here, just tease her gently a little more then hit her breasts as hard as you can, once each side. That should be enough."

Before I could step in to stop her she took the cane and did as instructed. I thought she would stop short of the hard blow and just keep Judy at boiling point, but with a sudden gleam in her eye, she lifted her arm and brought the cane down sharply hitting the poor girl once on each tit. Judy let out an ear splitting scream, just once and then she began to orgasm. Her whole body was convulsed in the throes of her orgasm as she looked at Anne and begged her to hit her again. Anne lifted the cane once more, but before she could strike I stepped in, grabbed her wrist and twisted the cane out of her grasp. 

"That's enough, she's had enough pain! This is not what we came here for" I shouted at her.

Anne stood there, her breasts were heaving as if she had run the marathon. She looked at me with a wild gleam in her eyes and screamed back at me.

"How dare you try and stop me! The cunt loves it. Can't you see that? All I was doing was responding to her needs. Look at her! She loves the pain and do you know something, I love inflicting it on her!"

I could not believe what I was hearing! This was my loving wife, mother of our children and she was standing there, her breasts heaving and her nipples sticking out through the fabric of her shirt. 

"She may well love the punishment." I replied. "But it is not your responsibility to inflict suffering on her. She and her husband can do what they want to each other and they probably will, but I have no intention of being a party to this sadism any longer. I am leaving and going home now. Are you coming or not?"

She looked at me with indecision in her eyes. Then she looked again at Judy and Peter. He took the opportunity to reach over and squeeze his wife's breast causing her to wince as he pinched the soft flesh viciously. Judy let out a moan and pushed herself deeper into the stocks and clearly extending the pain she was suffering. 

Peter reached out and gently ran his hand over my wife's shoulders and arms. Anne shivered a little and grabbed him round his neck, pressing herself to him and kissing him full on the lips. I knew then that Anne had decided to she wanted to play the scene out. I tried once more and asked her to leave with me now but Anne just shook her head and said.

"You go on ahead and let the baby sitter go, I will not be long. I just need to see how far they are prepared to take this. It will help me with the article I'm going to write. I'm sure Peter will run me home after, won't you?" she enquired looking at him.

He responded and said. "It will be my pleasure to escort a beautiful lady home, especially one who shares our interests."

At that response, I turned and left her there. I was so angry that I had trouble finding the right gears as I drove myself home. I realised that our marriage had reached a crisis point. She had responded to that bastards caress and kissed him not caring if I was there or not. I wondered why I had not raised any objection to her kiss and realised that I was so stunned by her behaviour that I was incapable of doing anything but leave. I was not prepared to let her continue to dominate the decisions making. I resolved to confront her once and for all, when and if she returned home tonight.

When I arrived home, I entered the lounge and found that Becky, our babysitter was not alone. Clearly she had not expected anyone to come home quite so early as she was entertaining her boyfriend and I got a quick glimpse of flesh as they scrambled to get their clothing re-arranged. She was so embarrassed about the situation and tried to apologise whilst still trying to fasten her bra, that I just had to laugh and told them to take their time as I was going to get myself some supper. I went into the kitchen and after a few minutes a sheepish looking boy knocked the door and started to make his apologies. 

I cut him off and said. "Hey, I was young once as well. I it's know it's hard to find somewhere to get your leg over at your age. Next time, put the sneck down on the door lock. If nothing else it will give you time to get yourselves sorted and prevent unexpected visitors."

He was joined by Becky. She was still embarrassed and I tried to put her at ease by organising other babysitting evening for the following Saturday. She asked if I was going to tell her parents about Rob, her boyfriend and the look of sheer relief on her face when I shook my head was obvious. Thanking me again, they left together giggling as they walked down the path.

I checked the kids and tried to watch the TV, but it was hopeless. My mind was still churning over the evening's events and the look of relish on my wife's face as she tormented Judy earlier would not be erased. I must have fallen asleep as I sat there in the dark. I was awakened by the sound of a car drive up and stop at our gate. I looked at my watch, it was after three in the morning! What the fuck had she been up to during the last five hours? I went to the window and peeked out as my wife exited the car and strolled up the path to our door as if she hadn't a care in the world.

Anne entered the house humming to herself and dropped her coat and kicked off her shoes before she even noticed me sitting on the couch. She turned to me her mood instantly changing and demanded.

"Why did you abandon me at Peter and Judy's? I was only doing some research for my article, you knew that before we went out that that was the purpose behind the visit. I could not leave without seeing it through!"

I tried to keep my temper as I replied softly. "As I remember it, we agreed to watch and not participate, but you changed that when you took that cane to her tits! After you did that, I gave you ample opportunity to leave with me, but you not only refused, but allowed him to touch you up like some tart on the make! To cap it all you deliberately humiliated me by kissing him and pressing yourself against him!"

"Did you let him FUCK you as well?" I demanded, my attempts at controlling my temper eroding.




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"No, I did not let him FUCK me!" she replied. "I'm sorry I kissed him, but your attitude in demanding I leave with you was unwarranted and I needed to reassert my independence. He wanted to fuck me and Judy was very enthusiastic in helping him persuade me, but I refused. You and I agreed we would never cheat on each other and I didn't even though I was tempted, I must admit!"

"Well, you certainly achieved that! You may have reasserted yourself right out of our marriage!"

As soon as I said it, I knew that was OTT. I believed her when she said she had not been unfaithful to me, but she was pushing her luck and my patience. The whole house husband bit started it and her growing independence of me and our children served to turn her into some type of Alpha mate role. 

I had pushed her into a corner with my last statement and it as I expected she came out fighting.

"I'll admit I have become more independent since I started being the breadwinner in this house. If you had gotten off your arse and found yourself a job, this may never happened but I also found out something, I like being the one to bring home the corn, I like being the boss of my magazine and I love being in control of my life. So you have only yourself to blame if you can't hack the new me!"

"It's not a case of me not being able to hack the house husband role, you know that's no longer a problem. What is the problem is your attitude to me. It seems that you no longer respect my opinion, and take every opportunity to criticise and mock me! I have been taking this shit from you since March and I am not prepared to continue as we are right now. You have shown me little or no respect and I have to ask you this right now. Do you still love me?" 

She looked surprised at my question and said. "Don't be stupid! Of course I love you, it's just that living with you lately has been suffocating me! You challenge every decision I make, you do not consult me about kids any more, you make all the decisions about what they wear, what we do as a family at weekends. I am superfluous and it annoys the hell out of me. "

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The House Husband Ch. 06-07



 Note. I have carried forward from previous chapter

 "It's not a case of me not being able to hack the house husband role, you know that's no longer a problem. What is the problem is your attitude to me. It seems that you no longer respect my opinion, and take every opportunity to criticise and mock me! I have been taking this shit from you since March and I am not prepared to continue as we are right now. You have shown me little or no respect and I have to ask you this right now. Do you still love me?" 

She looked surprised at my question and said. "Don't be stupid! Of course I love you, it's just that living with you lately has been suffocating me! You challenge every decision I make, you do not consult me about kids any more, you make all the decisions about what they wear, what we do as a family at weekends. I am superfluous and it annoys the hell out of me. "

I was about to respond to the last when she totally floored me by saying. 

"I have decided we need to spend some time apart! We are too close to things here to see the bigger picture and I intend to take the kids on holiday alone. You will remain here and perhaps the separation will give you time to reflect on our marriage. Over the last few months, you have threatened me with divorce, slept in the spare room when we have the slightest argument and have generally been a boor! I want to take the time to re-establish my bond with my children and you being around will only be a hindrance."

This really did shock me! I pondered over her words and looked at her still deciding what to say. 

Finally, I said. "Are you serious? You really intend to do this, you will leave me behind while you swan off on holiday with the kids?"

She stood there looking at me with the contempt etched in her face. Her eyes were bright and shining and she showed no sign of affection. It was as if she was waiting for me to forbid her or something. When I just said. "Very well, if that's what you want but it's not too late to change your mind."

She simply nodded and said. "How many times do I have to say it! You are not welcome! The kids and I leave as scheduled tomorrow morning."

She went upstairs and could hear her lifting the cases I had packed in readiness for our holiday and when I went in it was to see her removing all my neatly folded clothes from the cases and throwing then on the floor.

She looked at me and said. "You might as well take them and while you are at it, move all the rest of your stuff into the spare room for that's where you will be sleeping until I make other arrangements about the children's care."

"Hold on there!" I said with more anger in my voice than I intended. "What do you mean other arrangements, I'm their father and I have been their carer since all this began six months ago. I intend to continue to look after them and will be seeking custody of them when we divorce! Because, make no mistake about it, that's where this is leading to. I have had counsel that I will more than likely be awarded custody should we divorce and will in all probability be awarded the family home in the settlement! You will even be required to pay me alimony! So think carefully before you take this next step, once you leave tomorrow there will be no going back!"

I was bluffing, I had not sought any counsel about our marital situation, but she was not to know that. I thought that the threat of losing her kids would at the very least cause her to pause and reconsider.

But no, she looked at me, the anger was etched in her face and she said.

"I also have been advised that I have good grounds for getting you declared unfit to care for my children! I'm sorry that you have taken us down the divorce route so precipitously. I had wanted a trial separation to see if there was anything between us worth saving. We may still have been able to make our marriage work, but your unreasonable behaviour clearly makes that a waste of time!"

This last statement was like a cold shower drenching me. My anger evaporated and I admit she had me worried. This argument was getting out of hand and I forced my self to try and placate her. I needed time to consider what grounds she could possibly have to get me declared unfit to care for our children and so sought to defuse the situation by saying. 

"I suggest we both calm down and take tonight to think about what we have just said. I may have been hasty in what I just said. You must know that I still love you and don't really want us to separate. I'm sure when we have both had a chance to reflect on what's just been said, we will regret them."

For her part, she also must have been having second thoughts and perhaps time to think as she replied in a softer voice.

"I don't need time to think it over. I don't want a divorce either and have also said some things that I am deeply sorry for. Please forgive me and forget what I said about you being an unfit father. I have no grounds for saying that, you just made so mad when you started talking about divorce. I still intend to go on holiday without you. I think we both need to have some time apart and reflect on our marriage."

"OK. If that's what you really want, just you and the children, then it's fine by me. Please keep in touch and let me know what you're up to. You know how to contact me if you have any problems with the car or anything else for that matter."

I picked the rest of my clothes from the floor and took them to the spare bedroom where I spent a restless night. I kept thinking about what she had said about me being an unfit father. What possible cause could she come up with. I knew her well enough by now to know that she did not make idle accusations. If she was contemplating divorce, and I'm sure that's where this was leading, she would want to ensure she had custody. She would not want to pay me alimony either, she was too tight fisted to do that if she could prevent it. As a racked my brains, I could not see how she could engineer the result she desired. I would need to be very careful and try to find out what she was planning.

The next morning after breakfast she completed the packing and while I loaded up her car and then explained to two very disappointed children that I would not be going with them, she spent some time in my room on the computer. 

I waved them off with a very heavy heart and returned to the house to clear away the breakfast dishes. As I did this mundane task, it occurred to me that she had spent a very long time on the computer. I wondered if by chance she was stupid enough to leave any evidence of what she was planning behind.

I logged onto her e.mail account and bingo. I found what I was looking for. It was contained in an e.mail to Pat Cairns. She must have been confident that I would not discover her password that she neglected to delete her sent items mailbox. 

It opened quite simply,

'It worked!' Anne had written, then went on, 'I did as you suggested and engineered an argument with Gordon. It was really very easy. Please remind to thank Peter and Judy. That 'accidental' meeting with them in the restaurant was handled beautifully and the idea about the article served it's purpose. You should have seen the look on his face when I brought the cane down on her tits last night. He was furious with me for participating, he is dead against any form of S&M, so my getting involved really worked him over.'

I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts. So she had set out deliberately to provoke an argument, but why? Why an argument now when we were already on shaky ground. As I read on all became clearer.

'As we discussed on Thursday, I will be alone in Paris, apart from the kids that is. But I look forward to being able to spend the whole night with you, uninterrupted. As you know, I was really pissed off when Gordon insisted we not attend any more parties but had to agree with him because of the custody issue. I cannot permit him to gain custody, they're mine and I want them with me. He doesn't realise it, but he really is a submissive soul. I had hoped that he would stand up to me and insist on coming with us on holiday. If he had then maybe there would be a chance for us, but he rolled over as usual. The problem is, I found my true self at your party. I love sex and I love being demanding and getting my way, it's just a pity that he does not share my need for more excitement and variety in our sex life.'

So there it is I thought, she needed to be in control and wanted to be fucked on demand. I clearly could not match her expectations, so she had decided to dispense with me. The only flaw so far was that I till had no indication of how she intended to secure custody of John and Pamela. So I read on.

'I need to discuss the custody issue with you. You said on Thursday that you may have a solution to that problem, but refused to be drawn further. Have you had any more thoughts on this matter, because if you don't, I have prepared a Plan B that will bring Gordon back into line for a little longer.'

Plan B, I thought, what the fuck was she planning that would make me get involved with her again. I also pondered, what did Pat Cairns have on me that could be used to deny me custody? I still could not see what it was that would cause my custody not to be granted.

'I must go now or he will be in here wanting to know what I'm doing. I can't wait to feel your tongue on my clit, you really are the best, better even than Gordon and he is good in that department. See you tonight, Love Anne'

I sat back and reviewed what I now knew and drew up a plan of action.

First, I needed top get to Paris and try and get some definitive proof of her affair. Up to now all I had was this e.mail and suspicions. I needed more than that if it came to a custody battle!

To get to Paris, I needed my passport, money and transport. My little Honda had proved very reliable but I was concerned that it was not up to that journey without some major servicing. 

Anne always kept the passports in her side of the desk I was now sitting at. I tried it and found it locked. It took me two minutes to break the lock and in searching for my passport, I also found my credit and debit cards. Money and passport problem solved, now for the car. I phone call to Sam Rawlings, a quick explanation as to the why and wherefores, and my Car Dealer client sorted that problem. He told me he would have a car delivered within the hour and it was.

I quickly packed a small bag with the essentials for a short stay and got ready to leave. As I was about to leave, I remembered the camera and packed that as well. I would need proof and what better than a camcorder to record what was happening in Paris. I locked the house and drove off with more resolve and confidence about what I was doing than I had in months. It felt good to be if not in control of the situation, to have a workable plan to address the problem.

I managed get on the first available ferry from Dover and soon found myself heading for Disneyland Paris resort. I knew which hotel to find my family in and it was about eight thirty in the evening when I arrived at the check in. As I approached the desk, the lifts opened and out walked Anne with Jim and Pat Cairns. Thankfully, they were so engrossed in their own little world that they did not see me. I watched as they entered the bar and thought to myself, enjoy it while you can. I stopped at reception and asked for a spare access card to my room. The receptionist checked her computer and said. "Your wife told us you would not be coming, but it's no problem, you were already pre-booked. Here is your card, Room 568."

I thanked her and told her not to mention my arrival to my wife as I wanted to surprise her. She assured me that she would be very discreet, so I slipped her ten Euros for her trouble.

I checked my watch, it was now after Nine, so John and Pamela would be well asleep. I knew Anne would not leave them unless they were sound asleep, even so I made sure to be very quite as I entered the room. The small bedside lamp was illuminated so there was no need for me to switch on more lighting. It was a family room with a large king sized bed and two single beds as well. I checked John and Pamela, they were sound asleep and looked as angelic as only small children asleep can. As I looked down at them, I wondered what the future held for them. I could not spare them the pain to come, only make sure that it was with me that they shared it. I also noted that the room had a connecting door and that prompted me to make a mental note to check with Reception who had booked the adjoining room.

I hid my small bag at the back of the chair where Anne was unlikely to see it and slipped out of the room. I did not want to be in there when she returned. I went down to the bar using the stairs to avoid bumping in to Anne and the Cairn's. Keeping a close eye out, I slipped into the bar and found a quiet corner that was in semi darkness. I ordered a drink from the barman, whilst I casually surveyed the room. They were not in the bar, so I assumed they were still at dinner so I took the opportunity to make a quick call on the house phone to Reception. The Receptionist confirmed that it was a Mr & Mrs Cairns who had checked in for two nights and they were in Room 569. I had to grin at the irony, room 569, the 69 part was probably what Anne was especially keen on.

Armed with this information I wondered why only two nights, then it struck me, As Publisher and Editor of a medium sized magazine, both Jim and Anne could not be absent from the office for much more than a day or two. Jim Cairns must be holding the fort while Anne was on holiday.

Suddenly, they were there, in the bar and still so engrossed with themselves that they had no inclination to look for familiar faces. Why should they? Anne was sure her husband was safely back in England with no money or passport to enable him to go anywhere. The Cairn's had no reason to be worried if anyone they knew saw then, so the were not on their guard. I watched as they talked and when small table near to where they were sitting became vacant, I made my way to it. It was screened from them by one of those large planters that hotels and offices seem to favour and there was little chance of them spotting me.

I eavesdropped on their conversation and was unsurprised that it their conversation was of a mostly flirtatious nature. Then Anne changed the subject and asked if they had any solution to her custody problem. Somewhat sheepishly, Jim said.

"You know that one of our party rules is that photographs are strictly forbidden?" 

He paused as Anne nodded her agreement, then he continued. "Well that's not strictly true. Pat and I like to relive some of the better moments afterwards, so we video the action in certain rooms when it's out turn to play host. We have one particular clip that could be of use to you. It shows Gordon having sex with two women and with a little editing may help you resolve the problem."

"Are you sure that he would not be able to prove that the clip had been altered?" Anne asked excitedly.

"No, that's practically impossible, but I'm sure that you would be able to manipulate Gordon just with the threat of exposing him as a multiple cheat and drug user. After all the woman who successfully engineered this little get together should be able to con someone as gullible as Gordon."

I watched as Anne smiled and said. "If the video is as good as you say, he won't know what hit him!"

I slipped away at that point, I had all the information I need now. All that was missing was proof of her infidelity. Proof that I hoped to get later tonight.

I went out for a walk as I waited for impatiently for them to get down to the deep and dirty. It was about eleven when I eased back into the Reception and a quick look in the bar confirmed that they had gone. I waited another half an hour and quietly entered our room. The kids were still sound asleep and I noted that the adjoining door was half open, as I had hoped. I knew Anne would want to be aware if the kids were to awaken. Not a normal happening but they were in a strange bed.

I could hear the sounds of passion emanating from the other room even as I eased the camera out of my bag and powered it up. There were actually two doors separating the rooms. The one on my side was fully open and the other just about three inches. I moved to the connecting door and eased the door slightly further open. Fortunately, the door was opened towards the bed and I could see everything even in the subdued lighting available.

Anne was lying on her back, naked apart from dark coloured stockings. She lay there and pulled her legs open and up until her knees were pointing at the ceiling. Jim Cairns was standing beside her stroking his hard cock with one hand and caressing my wife's tits with the other. Pat Cairns joined them. She was also naked but had a large black strap penis swaying back and for the as she approached Anne. She hesitated and waited until Anne turned her attention from Jim's rampant cock to gaze at the weapon that Pat had strapped on.

Anne had never been one that into toys. Sure she liked the vibrators I bought for us, so I was amazed when Anne said. "Oh good, you brought some toys! I so wanted to try that out at your house on Thursday, but it's so fucking big, Gordon would have been bound to notice how loose I was. As it was, he commented on wet I was. But enough of him, I want you to fuck me with that monster, I want it up as far as you can get it. Maybe later we can try a double penetration with you Jim? But for now let me suck you off while Pat has her turn at my pussy!"

I kept the camera rolling through sexual gymnastics on display until the battery warning light came on. I had the foresight to bring a spare battery with me and quietly moved to retrieve it from my bag.

I changed the battery and returned to the action in time to record Anne receive Jims sperm full in the face. He just kept pumping spurt after spurt onto her. It was on her face, up her nose and into her eyes and Anne just kept using her fingers to guide the fruits of balls into her mouth and swallow it all. I reflected to myself, she never once did that for me. I was at once jealous and at the same time repulsed by her actions, I certainly had an erection and longed to burst in and fuck my cheating wife one last time. The rational part of me overruled my second brain for once and I backed off. I left them to it for now and went and sat next to my children and watched as the slept oblivious of the shit that was coming their way.

After about forty minutes, I heard a change in the sounds coming from next door and went to see what was happening now. This time Anne had the strap on dick and was fucking it up Jim's arse, much to his obvious discomfort. Pat was lying under him with her pussy thrusting up at his face. I watched and recorded this for a little while and it was becoming obvious that they were nearing exhaustion. I had marvelled at Jim's stamina, after all he had been fucking two highly sexed women for the best part of an hour. He must have ejaculated at least three times. I lost count of the orgasms Anne had, but it must have been five or six big ones and a few where it was hard to tell as they were so close together.

I retreated and packed my things away and vacated the room. I had decided that I would stop over another night to see what else they had planned as there were some comments from Jim as the wound down their activities that they had a surprise planned for Anne on the Sunday night.

I was very tired and dozed in my car until morning. I found a little café open for early breakfast and had a leisurely breakfast. The Café had a clear view of the Hotel car-park and around ten I noticed Jim and Pat plus Anne's and the kids board the Hotel Shuttle Bus to the theme park. I knew they would be gone most of the day, so I returned to room 568 and took the opportunity to shit, shower and shave. After completing my ablutions, I looked longingly at the bed and decided, it's paid for, so I might as well make use of it. I must have slept a good four hours. I awoke suddenly in a bit in a bit of a daze before I remembered where I was and why. I arose and noticed Anne ad left her laptop on the table. It was still powered up and logged on, so I took the opportunity to check what she had been doing.




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The History section told me that she had been logged into Lloyds Bank. That was strange because we banked with the Natwest. I delved a little deeper and was stopped short by the login protocols. I knew Anne was useless at remembering passwords and that she would have a file somewhere in the PC so that she could refresh her memory when needed. A quick search on Word revealed that she had indeed. The last file opened was entitled 'passwords'. It was easy after that to log in. She apparently had held an account at Lloyd's for several years. This was news to me! She always had her earnings from her freelance days paid into out joint account at the Natwest. Now as I looked through her history file, she had been paid far more for her articles than she declared to me and since she had taken control of the family finances her salary and bonuses amounted to nearly thirty thousand pounds. I hastily scribbled down the details, account number, passwords etc for future reference. This new development needed some serious thought.

I quickly scanned the rest of her data files and found nothing suspicious at first glance. I would need more time with her laptop to be sure.

To be continued

The House Husband Chapter 7 - Confrontation 

It was time for me to depart, they would be returning soon. I re-made the bed and check everything was as I had found it and left. I was very hungry by now, so I go tin the car and into Paris. I decided to find a café or restaurant far enough away to be secure form an accidental encounter with either Anne or the Cairn's. If they followed the previous nights pattern, then they would eat in the Hotel. 

I had a leisurely meal and wandered around Paris killing time. I was interested to find out what the surprise was that they had planned and finally about nine o'clock, I decided that they had had plenty of time and made my way back to the Hotel and room 568.

I entered the room in stealth mode as I was unsure whether they were back from dinner. As soon as I entered I heard the muted sounds of laughter emanating from the other room. A quick check revealed that John and Pamela were sound asleep once more oblivious to what their mother was up to next door. I moved to the adjoining doors and again one was fully open and the other only about two inches from being closed. I could not see very much other than to note that there were more than three of them surrounding the bed. I could not see Anne at all, but I could her moaning as they worked on her body. Someone must have just cum, as there was some movement and I as the guy stood up I recognised Simon, our S&M acquaintance. So that was the surprise, but there was more and as I continued to observe, I noted two other men I did not recognise taking their turn with Anne. Jim Cairns and Pat his wife were circling round the bed with cameras, recording all the action for posterity.

After about fifteen minutes, stopped recording and just stood their silently watching. I tried to analyse my feelings and could only describe the feeling as indifference. It was as if it was not my wife lying there taking on all comers in any position or orifice they demanded. She was actively instructing them where to put their cocks and leading the way! 

I had enough and was about to depart when I watched Jim motion for Pat and Simon to come over to him. He was standing near the door and as they moved towards me I thought I had been spotted but they stopped so near the door that I could have reached out and touched them. I turned the camera back to record whatever they wanted to say. They were so close that the pictures would have been too dark to make out their faces. Jim nodded to the bed where Anne was still receiving the attentions from the other two men and said. "I told you she was going to be an asset to our group. Now, we need a little more insurance to make certain she does not have second thoughts about continuing after tonight."

Simon said. "I agree. We have a lot riding on that slut. Our porno movie sideline needs fresh flesh and just now she represents our next fucking star. I have set up the next filming session for September and she needs to be a willing participant. We have tried drugs before and they don't hack it, they turn the sluts into zombies!"

Pat said. "I think I know how to make her amenable if she tries to back out now. If you and Simon were to stand naked and with those erections next to her two brats next door, we could use that to ensure she does exactly what we say from now on. Don't you see, she will be terrified of those pictures getting out as it would prove she was unfit to care for them! That's the best weapon and insurance we could have! I can edit the pictures to remove your faces from the shot, so our identities will be preserved."

They debated it for a bit and I took the chance to withdraw to the toilet to conceal my presence. I heard them as they entered the room and sneaked a look as they approached the beds where my children lay sleeping. I was filled with rage, they were going to do it! The bastards were going to photograph my children. I was desperate but could not think of any action I could take could prevent what was about to happen, when fate stepped in. 

The phone on our bedside table began to ring. There was a hasty scramble as the three of them vacated the room and Anne rushed in to answer the phone. I watched as she stood there, stark naked with cum running down her legs, her face and hair soaked with perspiration and cum. I don't know what was said but when Anne hung up the phone, she swiftly checked on John and Pamela. John was still sound but Pamela was restless and trying to get up. Anne swiftly went to her and soon had her back slumbering. 

Jim and Pat stood at the door clearly waiting to hear what the call was about. Anne said. "It's alright it was just Reception, my car alarm's sounding and someone needs to go down and switch it off."

Jim said decisively. "Give me the keys. I will go and sort it."

Anne handed him the keys and he quickly went and got dressed. Anne and Pat looked at each other and smiled. Simon and the other two men were getting dressed and preparing to leave as well. I guess their job was finished for the night. In any case the mood had changed. Anne followed Pat into the other room and I could hear them saying their goodnights. The door closed and I waited a few minutes before slipping out and down the Fire Escape stairs.

I had all I needed now so I delayed no longer and left for home, arriving in the early hours. When I got in, I went straight to bed and even though totally exhausted, I found sleep hard to come by. I must have dropped off at some point as the next I remember I was awoken by the sound of the phone. I groped for my watch and was shocked to see that it was after two in the afternoon. I swung out of bed and went to pick up the call, when the answer machine cut in. I left it to take the message as I went to the toilet to get showered and dressed.

I checked the message light and it was Sam Rawlings asking me for an update. Rather than phone him back, I went round and dropped off the car he had loaned me. I thanked him for helping me out and he insisted I sit down. He must have been able to tell from my face that my trip had turned to shit. He handed me a strong Scotch and after a little prompting I proceeded to tell him all about it. He asked what was going to be my next step and I said simply. 

"It's finished. I still cannot believe that the woman I watched over the weekend was my wife, my lover and mother of my children. Shit, she debased everything that I believed about our marriage and did it so deliberately! She engineered the whole thing so that she could live out her fantasies, not just that either. I believe that she participated in it to ensure she would get custody of John and Pamela and deprive me of the only good thing in my life. The information I gleaned about her finances only adds to my conviction that she has been wanting out of our marriage for years, but lacked the security she required. My redundancy, her new job and my subsequent shift to the role of House Husband has provided her the chance to see a way out and she took it."

Sam looked at me sadly and said. "I have a good lawyer you should see and I think you should seek his advice about whether to get the Police involved. What they were proposing to do to you wife was one thing but the idea of using the children in obscene photographs was despicable. There must be a law that has been broken there. Even if they did not actually commit it, they were planning to and if you do nothing, what's to stop them using them to control Anne in the period between your separation and divorce?"

I agreed with his summation of the situation and he phoned his lawyer there and then to set up an appointment for the next day.

That evening, I tried to call Anne on her mobile, but it went straight to message so I hung up. I called the hotel and asked to be put through to Room 568. The phone was answered almost straight away. I asked if she was OK and she assured me everything was fine. I asked to speak with John and she put him on. He was full of the fun they were having at the Park and the things they had been up to. Pamela was a little more subdued. She was of an age where the phone made her shrink away, but she recognised my voice and I nearly cried when she suddenly said. "I love you Dad! Why aren't you here with us?"

I fobbed her off with the excuse I had used before. Anne came back on and she to was subdued. We talked a little more before we said goodbye. No 'I love you' or any other term of endearment.

The next day I met with my solicitor and explained the situation. He asked about the video and if he could retain a copy. He would watch it later and give me his opinion later. I gave him copies of the bank statements and e.mails I had printed. He advised me that given the unusual circumstances, I would in all probability be awarded custody even without the video evidence of her duplicity. He also wanted to take advice in whether the Cairn's intention to take photographs of my children in a sexual pose constituted child abuse. He believed that even if the children were asleep and still wearing their PJ's, the fact that the adults were undressed and aroused then this did breach the Protection of Children Act 1978. The purpose to which the photographs may have been used did almost certainly provide for a case of attempted blackmail. He would get back to me on that. Meanwhile he would start the divorce proceeding immediately. I urged him to expedite the issue of the paedophile threat to my children. I was concerned that the Cairns may try again to get their insurance on Anne.

He told me he would have a response tomorrow, but as long as Anne was still in France and the Cairn's in the UK there was little immediate threat to them. Somewhat reassured I left it with him.

I returned home after visiting the local Ironmonger to purchase new locks for all the external doors to our house. I spent the rest of the day fitting them and changing the code on the garage door opener.

I made my evening call to Anne and talked to my kids. I missed them horribly and it was breaking me up that we were apart. I talked to Anne as well of course, but made no mention of what was about to happen. 

I had a visit from the local CID who asked me about the circumstances surrounding how I took the video. I went through it all again with them and they asked me to accompany me to the Police Station. Before we left, they asked for the original disc and I refused to give it to them. I phoned my solicitor and he advised me to take another copy and give them the master, which I duly did. We went to the Station and my solicitor met me and guided me through the process. It was basically as I told them and once the formalities were completed they became more helpful.

They advised me that they would not make any direct move on the people involved until my wife was back in the UK. She would be required to make a statement as well. I said. "But she knew nothing about their intentions as she was otherwise engaged at the time, but you know that, you've seen the video!"

The senior of the two said. "You know it's possible that she may face prosecution herself?"

"On what charges?" I asked.

"Well in your statement you confirmed that when you entered room 568 on the first evening, the children were on their own. Your wife being in the bar and restaurant for several hours leaving them unsupervised. That may be considered to be neglect. If she left them alone on any of the subsequent evenings and a pattern is established she could be in considerable trouble."

I sat there stunned. Whilst I wanted my wife to be punished and feel some of the pain that she had inflicted on me, I had no desire to see her face charges of neglect. She was still the mother of our children and had been a good one too. I was about to protest, when my solicitor grabbed my arm and whispered to me to say nothing more at this time.

It was difficult talking to her that evening knowing that she was in some trouble and that I had caused it, but I could not risk alerting her. She still had my children with her.

On the last night of their stay in Disneyland Paris, Anne phoned me. I was so surprised that I nearly dropped the phone. 'Now What?' I thought as I recovered my senses. She talked for ages as if our separation was an irrelevance and did nothing to change her feelings for me. I was about to ask her to get to the point when she suddenly blurted out. "Gordon, can you come over and meet us in Rennes tomorrow? I have checked and there is a flight that gets in at midday. We can meet you there and continue our holiday together as a family."

I was flabbergasted, the fucking nerve of the woman. First she engineers our trial separation and goes on holiday without me, then she fucks her weekend away and now she wants us to reconcile. 'What's changed?' I wondered. 

I must have been silent for some while because she had to ask, "Gordon... are you there?"

I thought, 'lets have a little fun here and twist her tail a little' So, I said. "Aren't you forgetting that I have no money or passport? You've hidden them away, so how am I expected to book a flight or pay for it?"

She had an answer ready for that and told me where to find my passport and credit cards. So now I pulled her chain some more. "What do you want me to come over for?"

"I realise that I made a huge mistake by insisting we separate and depriving you of our family holiday. I have reconsidered and realise that I do love you and need you here with me. I do love our make up sex, it's always the best. I need you inside of me making love to me. John and Pamela miss you so much and are crying themselves to sleep at night because you are not here. They are driving me to distraction with their questions about why you cannot be with us, so please.. please, say you'll come over tomorrow. If you do, I promise you a week of nights filled with constant sex, anyway you desire!"

Now I knew her motive. She's fed up with the responsibility of caring for two boisterous children and wants to offload some of the work onto me. It has nothing to do with missing me, it was all about herself again. She wanted time to herself and maybe she and Simon had set up another night's sex session and wanted the kids out of the way. She would probably get me there and pick another fight, so she could swan off with her lover and fuck themselves silly.

Well I wasn't going to buy it.

"I'm sorry but I have other things to do next week. I have new clients and they need my services urgently. So, sorry and thanks..... but no thanks. I too have had second thoughts about our marriage and I think we should see out this trial separation as you requested. I will be better placed to make a decision by the time you return from holiday."

She was not happy with my response and said so in no uncertain terms. I let her rant on for a few more minutes then just simply hung up. 

The phone rang again almost immediately. "Don't you dare hang up on me.... I wasn't finished talking to you!" 

"That was not talking to me, but at me. But I'm finished talking to you. I will see you when you return." I then hung again before she could respond. The phone rang again and I let it go to answer phone and went out to the pub.

I spent the next day packing all her clothes into plastic sacks and stacking them in the garage. I was not totally surprised when I her car pull up on our drive. She was sitting there pressing the button on the opener to no avail and wondering why it was not working. I had changed the code for that purpose.

She got out he car and before she could approach me, two blonde haired bombshell's in the shape of John and Pamela threw themselves into my arms and hugging me. I held them tightly as my tears ran down my cheeks. Eventually, I set them down, but they refused to move far from my sight. It was as if they wanted to make sure that I was really there and not going anywhere without them. Anne meanwhile stood watching as we got reacquainted with a stony look on her face. She did not look beautiful when she pulled that face, but I found myself strangely detached about it. I took the children inside and Anne followed behind, still saying nothing. She went into her bedroom and immediately stormed back out.

"Where are all my clothes?" she demanded.

"In the garage, you can put them in your car as you leave!" I replied.

"What do you mean, If anybody's going anywhere it's you!" she screamed at me.

I did not want to get drawn into a row, so I picked up the phone and asked for Detective Anderson. When I was put through I just said. "My wife has returned home just now. I suggest if you want to interview her you had better come now as I don't know where she will be residing tonight."

My wife looked at me with a shocked look on her face. "Who was that and what interview are you talking about?"

"The police." I said calmly. "That want a statement from you about your stay in France."

"What the fuck are you up to you bastard? Have you set me up over our separation?" If so you will find yourself in deep trouble!"

I hesitated and thought 'what the hell' "I'm divorcing you on the grounds of adultery. I will be seeking custody of the children, this dwelling and alimony from you. I know about what happened in Paris, I have prepared a copy of a video I took on Saturday and Sunday night. You may not wish to watch it for you were the star turn and will still remember most of it, but I advise you to pay close attention to the final five minutes, You will find it very revealing."

She sat down stunned by what I had just said. 

"You.... you were there?" she said in a whisper.

"Yes, I was there and I saw and heard everything. I must compliment you on your plan. It almost worked, but you made one mistake too many. You shouldn't have changed your e.mail password. I discovered that by accident and that got me asking myself, why? Then you were stupid enough to leave the calendar at the wrong month, with the new password highlighted. Even then, you would have got away with it if you had remembered to delete your sent folder as well as your deleted items one. One e.mail told me all I needed to know! You can figure the rest out for yourself."

She ran to the master bedroom and slammed the door on the way. I could hear her sobbing, but her tears were of no consequence to me now. I fed the kids and took them for a walk in the park. When we returned, the police were at the door. They followed the same procedure as with me and took her to the station for her formal statement. I put the kids to bed despite their protests and took the opportunity to unload all their stuff from the car. I then re-packed it with all Anne's clothes. It must have been two hours later that she returned looking very subdued and contrite. 




The House Husband Ch. 06-07



She asked. "Can we talk?"

"No point." I said bluntly. "You have made a complete mockery of our marriage and manipulated me into an impossible situation. You have made your bed, now lie in it!"

Picking up a copy of the video, I placed it in her hand and said. "Watch this and see just where your recent actions were taking you. Now get out of my life! Any future communications will be through our solicitors."

As she was leaving, I could not resist one final riposte. "

Bye the way, I discovered your Lloyds Bank account, so don't go spending it until the court decides on the division of assets. My solicitor is also aware of it and has a copy of the closing balance tonight. You will have to account for every penny you spend."

She left then and I did not see her until the divorce court appearance. I did not refuse her visitation rights to John and Pamela, but Social Services did put a block on her seeing them until the court cases were resolved. 

Cases plural, because Pat and Jim Cairns as well Simon Cowan, as I later discovered his surname to be, were prosecuted and convicted under The Protection of Children Act 1978. They spent three months in an Open Prison and were put on the Sex Offenders Register.

Anne was not prosecuted in the end and I did not object to her having the children every other weekend. Anytime I did see her after that, she looked desperately thin and haunted. She moved out of town and found another job in publishing and that limited her time with John and Pamela. She honoured the child support provisions set by the Court and I put the money away for their education.

I did not need the money as my fledgling business prospered and I was a successful accountant within three years. My love life was on hold for almost two of those years until I met another young accountant at an employment fair for graduates. She was the first real woman that I had been attracted to since the divorce. I employed her on the spot and we were an item within six months. I asked her to marry me recently and we are now well into the planning stage. I learned a valuable lesson while I was a 'House Husband' and I no longer dismiss the household chores as woman's work. Anyway, Babs my new fiancé makes sure I do most of the cooking!

As for the 'Harem' I still keep in touch and we get together with our other halves about twice a year.

Sometimes, I reflect on all that happened during those fateful six or seven months where my marriage collapsed and asked myself if I could have done more to prevent the collapse. The conclusion I have drawn is 'Damned if I know!'