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The Lady Captains Year Ch. 01

By: fawguy88



Chapter 1 The Lady Captain's Husband - Setting the Scene

Sitting in my cell at the local police station gave me (Jack Adams) time to reflect on the events that led up to this present situation. Standing 5ft 8" tall, weighing 180 pounds and thought that I was fairly fit for a 44 year old married man.

Up until 18/20 months ago I was happily married man with a marvellous sexy wife (Sally) and our twin daughters (Amy & Pippa) who at 14 years old were growing and developing into replicas of heir mother. Sally is 38 years old and at 5ft 10" she is slightly taller than me, especially if she wears high heeled shoes. In my eyes, she is still the most beautiful woman I have ever dated. Over the years her figure may have thickened a little and her 34 C breasts started to sag slightly, but despite the story about to unfold, she still holds my heart in her hands. 

It all started when my best friend Bob Wilson and I had both just turned 18 and therefore legally allowed to drink alcohol but though we had been drinking in our local pub since we were 17. The landlord threw us a party to celebrate our legal status, Bob and I had been best pals from our first introduction at primary school. Through the developing years from childhood through to adulthood, Bob and I we looked out for each other, helping each other with homework, competing at sports and more importantly covering each others backs when the school bullies tried it on. I was physically the weaker of the pairing but was the smarter academically. By the time we were 18, I was 5ft 8" with brown hair and of slight build, but not unattractive to the girls. Bob was some 6ft tall, black haired, well built with reputation as a bit of a lad with the ladies. 

It was at this party that I was re-introduced to Sally. The evening at the pub followed the usual pattern, we went to the bar, got the beers and proceeded to survey room watching the girls and tried to determine which ones we hoped to pull that evening. Bob nudged me with his elbow and pointed out two likely candidates and we moved in and started to chat them up. I had known Sally from our school days, where she was in the same class as my young sister and they were best friends for a while, but they drifted out of contact when they started to attend different 6th form colleges. 

Bob made a bee line for the very attractive one of the pair and she turned out to be Sally. I nearly did not recognise her, it was several years since I last saw her and she had certainly developed in all the right places, combined with her make up she looked a lot older than her 16 years. She was standing chatting with her friend and when Bob started chatting her up, she introduced me to her friend Mary. Why is it that really lovely girls always seem to have rather plain looking friends?

As usual was left to entertain Mary to enable Bob to have a free run at Sally.

As a foursome we got on really well and went out together for about a month or so before Sally broke up with Bob and that gave me a good excuse to stop seeing Mary, We were never going to be more that casual friends and at that age all I was looking for was to get into her pants and fuck her silly. Bob told me later that he really balls'd it up and tried to push Sally into a sexual relationship before she was ready and then he blew it by telling her to put out or else, she took the or else option and dumped him. 

Some 3 months later, I bumped into Sally and she invited me out on a date, that was a first for me girls don't usually approach me for dates. We had our first date and I think I fell for her straight away. I was really attracted to Sally and bearing in mind how Bob fucked things up with her, I did not push my luck too much, I remember I did get a kiss, tongues and all on our first date, but she quickly stopped me when I tried to caress her breasts. I can still recall the excitement I felt just being with her.

Things developed and we started going steady, seeing each other three or four times a week. By the time we had been courting for about 6 months, we both knew we were in love and with the confidence of teenagers got engaged. Both sets of parents were against the proposed marriage citing that we were too young to appreciate what we were getting ourselves into, but we were prevailed and were married when I was twenty and Sally just eighteen.

Since both of us were still involved in full time education, me, at University and her at college and neither of us working, we could not afford even to rent a small flat. My parents generously permitted us to live with them after our marriage. 

Bob was my best man and Mary was our bridesmaid and we wed in a local registry office. 

Our honeymoon consisted of a week in a small hotel by the sea-side. I still remember how embarrassed we were, signing the register with confetti still clinging to our clothes and knowing looks between the receptionists. We were both virgins that night and I waited nervously in the bar whilst Sally went up to our room to get ready. When I left the bar, the other patrons, all male, were obviously aware of the honeymoon situation as they called out several ribald comments and advice to me as I exited the room.

On entering the room, I found Sally already in bed with the bedclothes pulled up to her chin. I quickly stripped and joined her under the covers and to my surprise she was completely naked, surprised because I knew she had bought a sexy nightgown just for her wedding night, but I was not going to complain. As I feasted my eyes on her body, taking in the full firm young breasts, trim waist and the beautiful black haired V at the juncture of her thighs, she slowly opened her legs to reveal her pink pouting labia.

"Don't make me wait any longer darling, my pussy is dripping and needs your immediate attention"" She cried.

I could not wait in any case, I dived between her outstretched legs and buried my tongue in her dripping pussy. Gently, I teased her clit, pulled her labia with my lips and sucked in her essence, whilst she grabbed my head and pulled me in tighter. So tight that I could hardly breathe, her thighs were gripping my head in a vice and fortunately for me, she suddenly let out a small scream and had her first orgasm of the night. I gave her a few minutes to recover and spent the time kissing her breasts and teasing her engorged nipples. She soon pulled my head up by the hair and kissed my lips, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. Then her hands grasped my cock and guided me to entrance to her vagina. I parted the lips of her clit and eased my cock into her warm sweet honey pot. 

"I am ready now, I can't wait to feel you inside me, take me, make me your wife!" she demanded. 

I was only to eager to comply with her wishes and pushed into her until I felt the resistance made by her hymen, but with her hands on my backside she pulled me within her me with surprising strength, breaking through the resistance and as deep into her as my seven inch cock could manage. We paused for a few seconds, as she was clearly in some discomfort but she soon asked me to continue. At first, we were a bit awkward not getting our timing right, I was pulling out at the same time as her and I popped out of her, any nearly broke something as the head of my cock bashed into her pubic bone. We both dissolved into laughter, but our passion for each other quickly replaced the laughter as we rejoined and proceeded to find the correct rhythm. Not unnaturally, being so aroused, I came quickly before Sally and a chance to achieve her orgasm. 

"Can you manage to go again?" she asked, and I replied, "I'm certain of it, but with a little help from you mouth, I will be ready all the quicker."

Sally did not need any urging, she quickly reversed position and took me into her warm mouth. We had gained some experience of fellatio during our courtship, so her warm tongue soon had me rising to the occasion. I took the opportunity whilst she was occupied, to return the favour and started to give her clit a good lashing with my tongue. She immediately broke off in protest saying:

"Nooo... I am all sticky down there with your cum and mine, please wait till I clean up first!"

I refused to give way to her protestations and continued with my demonstration of love, but I soon had to stop as my erection was once again so hard it was painful.

Sally quickly released my cock and sat astride my thighs for just a moment before slowly guiding my rampant shaft into her welcoming pussy and ever so gently lowered herself down until she was once again full impaled on my cock.

"Oh my god, Sally, your are so tight." I said.

She just smiled and started to hump up and down on my shaft. I started to thrust back at her and we soon had a rhythm established. I felt my balls tighten and tried desperately to hold back and Sally sensing my ejaculation was near, increased her gyrations, her tits bouncing around as we sped to a simultaneous orgasm.

That night set the pattern for the remainder of the week, we only managed to get down in time for breakfast on the day we were leaving, but did get up from our love bed for lunch and some fresh air, most days. What we lacked in sexual experience was soon replaced with a strong desire to try and make love in every position we could conceive of. We even tried anal, but Sally complained that it hurt too much so we never bothered with that format again. On the odd occasion we did get out of our room, we explored the town. Being a typical English seas-side "resort" it catered for just about everyone and the entertainment was wall to wall. Heading back to our hotel one evening, we chanced upon an adult bookshop and Sally was a first reluctant to enter, but I persuaded her by telling her it would be a fun new experience for her. On entering we found that she was the only female customer and she turned to leave, but I took her arm and steered over to the display of adult toys. She had seen pictures of these before when we used to read through my small collection of porno mags, but a picture is one thing, in real life, seeing the variety of vibrators on display clearly had her fascinated. I asked her if she wanted one, she said no, but her eyes belied her words. I selected the one she seemed to be most interested in and quickly paid for it we hurried back to the hotel, giggling and nudging one another all the way. 

We put the vibrator to the test the night, almost wearing out the batteries, before finally falling into a well satisfied sleep. I was awakened early next morning by the low buzzing sound emanating from beneath the duvet, Sally, was hard at it working the vibrator in and around her pussy. I soon replaced the vibrator with my hard cock and we soon exploded into another massive orgasm. Needless to say, we never made it to breakfast that morning either.

Honeymoon over, we returned home to live with my parents, Sally had completed her A level course and soon found a job in a local fitness centre. She was hired initially as a fitness instructor, but due to her easy and approachable manner soon advanced to the role of sales co-ordinator. Basically, she was responsible for meeting prospective new clients, showing them the facilities on offer and convincing them to join the fitness centre. 

The money she earned enabled us to rent a small flat and leave the restrictive confines of my parents house. I love my parents dearly, but Sally and I found that living in their home very restrictive and since Sally had a tendency to be quite vocal when we made love, the frequency of our sex life deteriorated over the months but once we were established in our new home it improved dramatically. 

Eight months later I completed my degree in Computer Software specialising in the Security aspects of software systems and I applied for a job with a local company owned and managed by Gary Palmer. At that time his business was mainly in supplying computer hardware, but he had become aware of the growing need to diversify his company and thereby enabling the company to ride out the peaks and troughs of the market. He was a great salesman and from listening to his customers identified a niche in the market for bespoke on-line security services. He knew he lacked the skills to develop the product hence my response to his vacancy advert. After an extended interview I was eventually offered and accepted the job as his software developer. 

The job suited me down to the ground and proved successful after a slow start. Gary, the MD and owner of the business was then 50 years old, married to Pat and they had two children now in their twenties, Trevor and Samantha. They both lived/worked in London, Trevor was employed as a marketing manager by a company in London. Samantha was still at the Southbank University specialising in Human Resources. 

Over the next six years, Gary and I became good friends as well as having a mutual respect for each other's role in the business. The product we developed though not an overnight success gradually grew to a point where this part of the company contributed around 35% of the turnover and employed around twenty staff, some full-time direct employees and supported by contracted staff as required. 

With this success and good pay rises Sally and I managed to get on the property ladder and bought an old detached house in need of some major restoration and upgrading. Over the two years following our house purchase and with the help of our friends, we turned that house into a modern family home. Just in time really, as Sally suddenly announced one day that she was pregnant. We were delighted, even if as it came as a surprise to us. Sally was on the pill, but our doctor said even the pill was not full proof. Things like a heavy cold could affect a woman's fertility cycle and we may have been just unlucky. We did not consider ourselves unlucky, it took away the premeditated aspect of planning to start a family from us, but when we found out we were expecting twins, now that did give us a few worries about how we would cope.

Sally, in common with many women, was in her element when she was carrying our twins, her breasts swelled and became even more sensitive, a feature that I exploited to the full. I think we made love more tenderly, but with no less passion than during our honeymoon. Towards the end of her pregnancy, Sally developed some complications and the babies had to be induced. We had two baby girls and named them Amy and Pippa. Sally worked hard and had regained her fabulous figure within two months.

Our sex life quickly resumed and we fucked like rabbits for the next year or so. Amy and Pippa were a joy to us both. Sally devoted herself to being a wife and mother and an excellent one she was at both during the twins formative years.

In parallel with my courtship and marriage, Bob had left school without any outstanding qualifications and after trying several jobs decided to join the Royal Marines. He served in most of the then current conflicts and came out of the marines after twelve years with few additional qualifications, except as he said the ability to kill bad guys in a variety of ways. 

He explained: "You know when I was preparing to get out of the marines I knew finding work was not going to be easy, the Royal Marines are trained for combat and not much else but I have been lucky and got taken on by and old R.M. mate who started in the body-guarding business, but has now moved onto surveillance work.

Bob had been my best man at our wedding and both Sally and I. We were both delighted when was godfather to our twin girls, he continues to flirt outrageously with Sally at every opportunity telling her that she should dump me and move in with him. She takes it all in her stride and flirts right back telling him that it could have been him sharing her bed if he had only played his cards right. I never had a moments doubt about her love for me nor of his loyalty to me as a friend. As it turned out his friendship was to be one of the factors contributing to my present situation about which more later.

Our life outside work revolved around the needs of our daughters, we did not for an instant regret or have any desire to have it any other way. Sally was a great mother but by the time the girls had started school she was getting restless and with time on her hands hankered to return to work. I supported her and she managed to get her old job back albeit on a part time basis. The company had expanded in the intervening years, cashing in on the fitness boom sweeping the UK in the intervening years. Her sales role expanded to cover the three new centres that had recently been opened. It was more demanding, involving more travel but she enjoyed it and it helped bridge the gap in her life. 

Sally also became a member of the local golf and country club and proved to be a natural at golf. Within a couple of years she was a nine handicap player and much in demand to partner the less able male and female golfers in club competitions. I also joined the golf club having played since I was a teenager, but even though I was and enthusiastic but very average player, I never succeeded in getting below a sixteen handicap. We did play together quite often in the early days but I guess it's a bit like teaching your other half to drive, not always a good idea. Sally, as the better golfer would try and coach me and guide me as to which shot to play in any given situation and this used to cause some friction between us when I occasionally, politely as I thought told her to butt out. She is very competitive and got frustrated with my inability to play to her expectations. Over time, we decided it was better for both of us to agree not to play together regularly in competitions, though we did play together when on holiday and in un-competitive social golf situations. With two youngsters to look after anyway, it was not practical to expect our parents however willing to baby sit every weekend. So it was perfectly natural and easier for me to play golf in the mornings and Sally in the afternoons or on alternate days at the weekend. 

Thinking back our marriage problems all started six years ago, some four years before Sally was invited to be Lady Vice Captain, though I did not realise this at the time.

By this time our twins were nine years old, when Gary's wife Pat died suddenly. He was devastated as were Sally and I, we were good friends with both of them despite the age difference. In the days following the funeral, Gary's son Trevor and daughter Samantha were around to support him, but they had to return to their own jobs and get on with their lives. At first Gary seemed to bounce back and got on with his life, but it soon became obvious that his heart was no longer in the business. 

He called me into his office one day and asked if I was interested in taking over as Managing Director with him staying on as Chairman of the Board. I was flattered to be asked but I think we both knew in our hearts that I was not the right man for this role. Instead I suggested he ask Trevor to return as Sales Director with a view to grooming him to take over completely in due course. Gary was reluctant to make this call though he did say his greatest wish to see his son and daughter more often and also that he wished they were more involved in his business He said he thought that Trevor was too involved in his career in the big city to return to what he viewed as a small town business and in any case whenever he broached the subject with him it usually ended in arguments about how the company be structured and the business developed. 

I volunteered to sound Trevor out on his behalf and set up a meeting with Trevor when I was next in London. I adopted an approach that appealed to Trevor's sense of duty and also advised him that I thought the company his father had built was ailing, due in part to Gary's letting things slide. I suggested that if he did accept the position offered, it would re-energise his father to have his son working alongside him, as he had always wanted. 


The Lady Captains Year Ch. 01



Trevor listened closely to my sales pitch and said he would think it over and get back to me, which he duly did. He stated that he would accept the role, but only if he could bring in an operations manager to run the day today business. He wanted his father stay on as Chairman, with a new Board comprising himself as Sales Manager, Samantha, his sister as HR Manager. Also on this new Board would be the Operations Manager and to my complete astonishment, me as Product Development Manager. He had discussed this proposal with Samantha, but was nervous about approaching his father, given their past history on the subject and he wanted me to accompany him when he discussed it with his father. The meeting was quickly convened with all the principals in attendance except the Operations Manager as we had not yet had agreement to the proposed position. 

The meeting was quite strained at first, but Gary was not totally against the proposed new structure, Samantha was keen to return to her hometown and settle down, life in London can be manic and no place to raise a family in her view. She was now married to a guy called Jerry Samuels and they had two pre school aged children. The position of the Operations Manager was discussed and Trevor proposed that Jerry be appointed, he had all the right credentials for the role, was a known entity and also a member of the family, so he was offered the position and accepted without hesitation. I did not know Jerry at all but accepted the decision without any reservation, I was later to regret this decision.

The changes to the company did bring the drive and expansion back in a big way, Trevor proved to be an excellent Sales Manager, bringing more than enough new business to keep us all very busy. Jerry proved to be good at his job bringing improved efficiencies to many aspects of the business that was long overdue, but when he started to interfere with my operation we came into direct conflict on an increasingly annoying basis. 

I discussed the situation with Sally, even up to the point of talking about me resigning and finding new employment. She dissuaded me from any knee jerk reaction and suggested I try harder to get along with Jerry Samuels. That got us into discussing Jerry, Samantha et al. 

I told her that I thought he was a manipulative, arrogant bastard and that he had a reputation for seducing anything in skirts, usually targeting married women as they had more to lose if any scandal arose. Sally agreed with me saying that "word had got around the golf club that he was responsible for one or two marriage breakdowns". She also said she was uncomfortable in his company, also feeling as though he was mentally undressing her every time they met. 

Samantha is Gerry's daughter when I first met her she was still single She was now Jerry's wife. When I first knew her, she was a lovely outgoing girl with a bubbly personality, but since she married Jerry, she had changed into a rather sad withdrawn person. Whenever we met her socially at the golf club, she made an effort to be the person we once knew, but it was noticeable whenever Jerry appeared she became withdrawn and contributed little to the conversation without glancing at him for confirmation. It appeared she was subservient to him and was afraid to express her own opinions on any subject. At work she was more like her old self, confident and assured and the company HR record was superb.

So our life continued to prosper as the business grew and socially, I was very proud when Sally announced one day that she had been invited to be the Lady Vice Captain the following year. This she explained would involve her in a lot more work for the club over the next few years as in due course she would be Lady Captain the second year. I told her I fully supported her in her desire to make a success of the role even if it did mean the twins and I would see less of her during the period. Naively, I failed to ask who the Vice Captain was to be had I known it was to be Jerry Samuels, my support would have been withdrawn. I did not realise just how much this omission would bring conflict and pain to all our family.

To be continued in Chapter 2 



The Lady Captains Year Ch. 02



Chapter 2: The Lady Vice Captain's Year

I guess my first cause for concern was at the Drive In for the new Captain & Lady Captain. 

Tradition had it the Drive in was held on the first Saturday of the New Year. The format was that Captain and Lady Captain would jointly host a mixed fun competition, followed by an evening meal and entertainment. At the end of the night, cars would be driven and parked along the sides of the first fairway illuminating much of the fairway and green. The Captain and Lady Captain would then be invited to "drive themselves in" using old hickory shafted clubs. During the day of the competition all entrants were invited to have a wager as to how far each captain would hit the ball. 

Sally in her role as Vice Captain was obligated to attend and support her Lady Captain and like wise the Vice Captain was also in attendance. Unfortunately, Amy was not feeling very well that day, so I told Sally to go and play in the Fun Competition and that I would try and join her for the evening meal and drive in. She was disappointed because we were due to play together and that did not happen very often. 

Amy did recover and insisted I go a join her mother for the evening meal, but I said no, I would wait until after the meal as I preferred to eat with them. 

I got to the club just as the entertainment started and soon spotted Sally on the dance floor with Jerry Samuels. Sally had obviously taken a change of clothing with her as she had changed from her winter golf clothing into a very sexy little black dress. 

This dress was one of my favourites, she knew I could hardly keep my hands off her when she wore it. It was a dress to designed to tease and it was clearly having an effect on Jerry Samuels. His hands were wandering a bit and Sally had to occasionally pull his hand of her bottom and return it to her waist, but that did not seem to deter him, he would pull Sally close and whisper in her ear and when he extended that whisper to sticking his tongue in her ear, I was relieved to see Sally push him away and walk off the floor with a look of anger on her face. Jerry rushed after her, grabbed her arm, spun her round and was clearly trying to apologise for his behaviour. She appeared to accept his apology, rejoined her table and started talking with Samantha and Gerry. I joined them and Sally looked relieved to see me and quickly pulled me onto the dance floor. Sally is a great dancer and whilst I can hold my own in the waltz, when it came to the tango I was useless. Our first dance was a nice easy waltz, but he next was a tango, I made to leave the floor, when I got a tap on my shoulder, I turned and to my surprise it was Bob, we had not seen him for nearly four years and now suddenly he was right there and asking: 

"Excuse me, may I dance with your gorgeous wife?" 

I smiled at him, gave him her hand then stood aside and watched with admiration as he easily swept Sally of her feet and into a very sexy dance routine. I was not alone in watching them perform, one by one the other couples also stopped to admire the two dancers perform this very sensual dance. I felt my cock twitch and grow from just watching their performance. Jerry who was also standing watching as the dance came to an end, sidled up to me and said loudly enough for a lot of people to hear, "You better watch out or somebody's going to fuck your wife tonight!"

Sally must have also heard as she spun round and with a twinkle in her eye said, "Well one things for sure, it won't be you Jerry, this night is reserved for my only lover, my husband."

Everyone laughed at this put down and Jerry skulked away with his face reddening in fury.

As they came off the dance floor, Bob walked up to me and shook my hand, I asked him, "Why didn't you tell us you were home?"

He replied, "Didn't get in until this morning. Listen, we have a lot of catching up to do, how about I drop in tomorrow and we can have a natter?"

Sally said immediately, "Come over for lunch, 12.30 OK?"

"It's a date." he replied, "See you then, look I gotta go, got a hot date waiting for me."

Sally and I just laughed.... some things never change.

When we got home, poured us a nightcap and asked her about her playing golf with Jerry Samuels. She explained that when she arrived earlier to play, Jerry had realised that she had no partner and quickly arranged that they played together. She said he was a gentleman all the way round the course and he only indulged in some harmless flirting with her as they played. 

This was not unusual, most of the guys flirted with Sally and she was well able to handle their suggestions. I closed the conversation by reiterating my warning about Jerry Samuels. Her good humour immediately cooled and she said frostily, "Listen, you have no reason to be jealous of Jerry, you are my husband, I love you and I am perfectly capable of dealing with him, just as I did tonight!"

I replied, "Just be careful Sally, you made a fool of him tonight, he will be sure to try and get his revenge by publicly humiliating you or maybe me!"

"I told you, I can handle it."

"Ok, I believe you now can we go to bed, I have an severe case of ball ache and I think you have the right medicine to address the problem"

She smiled and just as quickly as her anger arose it evaporated and her good mood was restored. We retired to bed and I took her medicine twice that night.

The next day Bob arrived on time for lunch and immediately started to regale us with stories of his adventures since we last met. His final tour was to Afghanistan, his only comment was succinct and to the point, he said:

"It's a total balls up over there, We are under resourced in terms of manpower, equipment and combined with restrictive rules of engagement, it's an un-winnable situation. We would all be better off out of it."

"Anyway" he continued, "As of the end of the month, I am officially out of it."

I asked him what he was going to do now and he told me would be starting as bodyguard, working for an old RM mate, but that he hoped to get into the private investigations side in due course.

Within a short period we were all laughing and teasing him about his love life, he was still single and the twins relished quizzing him. He told them that he was saving himself just for them and when they were older he would start dating them. The girls lapped it up and as they continued to tease him and I suddenly realised, they were flirting with him, just as skilfully as Sally, not only that, but they were no longer children but were quickly maturing into elegant young ladies. 

Bob also asked Sally about how to set about joining the golf club as he had played whenever he had the chance and wanted to get back into more regularly. Sally gave him the details and he did not waste any time, as he joined the club within the week and became one of my regular partners.

It was great to know he was coming back into our lives and little did I realise how much his friendship was to mean to me in the next two years.

The role of any Vice Captain, Captains involves attending a lot of meetings and it was inevitable that Sally and Jerry were thrown together more than I liked.

They were both involved in the club management meetings. Meetings of the Club Council were held monthly during the winter and more often in summer, as club events, social and sporting, demanded more focus. They were held between 8 and 10 on Thursday evenings. During the early months of her year as Vice Captain, Sally was usually home from these meetings by 10.30 and we had a quiet drink and discussion before retiring to bed. 

As the year progressed, I slowly came to realise that her meetings were dragging on later and later. It came to a head on evening towards the end of the year, when it was after midnight when she finally appeared. She was a little tipsy and her lipstick, so carefully applied before she went out was clearly missing. When I tried to ask her how her meeting went, she became agitated and would not look me in the eye. 

Instead she came up with some bullshit about the committee organising a five-day trip to the Open Golf Championship to be held in Royal Troon Golf Club during July the following year. I was aware of this trip and we had discussed it before, agreeing we would both attend. I was going to press her further, but I saw from the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice that she was itching to start an argument, something that had been happening more and more recently, so I turned away and went to bed. I knew she was unhappy that I would not be drawn into a spat with her, but I was getting to the stage where it was becoming too much effort to fight.

As I said previously, Sally and I did not play competition golf together but one night in bed, as spring started to turn into summer, she asked if I had any objections if she played with Jerry in "Mixed Open" events during her stint as Vice Captain and Captain. This, she said was a tradition started many years ago and everyone on the Council expected it to continue. 

I asked her, "Do I have any need to be worried about you getting too involved with him given his reputation?"

She replied in an exasperated voice, "How many times do I have to repeat this,? I can handle him and quite frankly I am getting pissed off that every time his name comes up, you get jealous and start to turn into an inquisitor, it's got to stop!"

She continued trying to reassure me saying, "You have nothing to worry about, you are the only man I am interested in and the only one who would ever bed me."

I was in a lose/lose situation and she knew it, if I refused her request, I would be seen as a jealous prick who did not trust his own wife, but by acceding to her wishes, I would be viewed as a wimp who consented to his wife keeping company with someone I regarded as an arrogant womaniser, common knowledge as I had made no secret regarding my opinion of Jerry Samuels.

So I reluctantly approved and they soon became an established pairing in all the mixed competitions. Rumours always abound in golf clubs and I knew that their growing relationship was whispered about behind my back, never to my face. 

As the months progressed, I started to realise that we seemed to be constantly bickering over trivial things. I parallel with this, our sex life was also diminishing. I gave this issue some thought and decided maybe I was at fault as I was conscious that I was spending more time at work than normal. I made an effort to cut back, delegating more of the workload to subordinates and they seemed to thrive on the added responsibility. With more time on my hands, I tried to kick start my relationship with Sally, I tried booking evenings with her to go out for a romantic dinner or the theatre, but though these nights were initially a success, they were short lived. 

The matter came to a head when I booked an evening at our favourite restaurant, first having checked the house diary before hand that we were free that night. The meal was to celebrate my birthday. On the morning, I was miffed that there was no birthday cards from either Sally or the girls, I just thought they must have forgotten or maybe they were saving them for tonight. I was wrong, the twins had remembered, as I found their card in my briefcase when I got to work. I was in meetings all afternoon, so I was sorely disappointed when my secretary passed me a message from Sally that cancelling our date. I was really getting pissed off by now, it appeared that she had forgotten my birthday, but when I asked my secretary if she had given any reason, she said no. When I got home, the kids must have done something to trigger her memory as Sally was apologetic and tried to give me a kiss. 

I spurned her advances and asked her, "Why have you cancelled tonight?" 

She was evasive at first and tried to avoid looking me in the eye as she finally admitted, "I'm afraid I've accepted an invitation to dine with the management committee and forgot to update the diary."

I was furious and told her so, she somewhat belatedly and half heartedly offered to cancel her previous engagement and said we could still go out together, if I wanted.

Angry at her reluctant offer, I said, "No! You have already committed to your night out and heaven forbid that I should stand in your way, you have clearly made perfectly clear where your priorities are, I would have settled for a birthday card, but you could not even manage that."

I stormed off to the study and was still in there when I heard the front door slam shut. She did not come home until about 1 AM, I pretended to be asleep.

That started a pattern and our relationship seemed to spiral down from that point on. By December, our sex life had deteriorated to almost zero, our constant bickering over the slightest injudicious comment, ended in arguments. I started to question myself as to whether she was still faithful to me. It was a culmination of lots of little things, like the late committee meetings, the smudged lipstick, the lack of sex, but again decided to postpone any discussion on the issue until after Christmas.

Christmas came and went, presents were exchanged, but I knew something was going to give, things could not continue as they were.

To be continued...



The Lady Captains Year Ch. 03



Chapter 3: The Lady Captain's Year -- January to June

Following the normal pattern, the Captains drive in was arranged for the first Saturday in January. 

Sally and I played together in the Fun Competition and though we did not win, we played well enough to enjoy the round. In my eyes this was Sally's day and I was determined that she would have a successful day. After the golf, we returned home to get showered and changed for the evening dinner and of course the drive in itself. The twins had arranged to stay over with one of their friends that evening so we would have the house to ourselves overnight, a rare luxury, I was hoping that Sally and I would take advantage of the opportunity later.

I watched Sally as she dressed for her big night, first she stepped into a tiny flesh coloured thong, she then walked to her closet and pulled out a dress I had never seen before. It was a sheer silky halter-neck white dress that flared slightly at the hips and came down to her knees. I clung to her body like a second skin, clearly, she would not be wearing a bra with this outfit as it was open at the back all the way to the top of her buttocks. From the front I could see the dark pointed tips of her nipples trying to poke through the thin silk encasing them. I wondered what would happen when she started dancing. She completed the ensemble by putting her feet into a pair of strappy white 4"high heel shoes.

I just stood there open mouthed, I was flabbergasted, Sally never wore anything as risqué as this before, I just said, "WOW!"

She had the good grace to smile at me and say, "Maybe this will be your lucky night."

We arrived at the club in good time for the meal and Sally's entrance in that dress caused quite a stir. The ladies all congratulated her, both on her captaincy and on her dress, the men on the other hand all competed for the opportunity to get near to her and check out her tits. Jerry Samuels being one of the first and he tried to monopolise Sally for the rest of the evening. 

The dinner seating was arranged so that he sat next to Sally and I next to Samantha at the top table and I chatted away to Samantha and the President's wife who was seated to my other side. I was not so engrossed in the conversation that I failed to notice that the wine waiter was paying particular attention to Sally's glass always ensuring it was kept topped up and having a good gander at her braless tits. By the end of the meal she was quite tipsy and clearly enjoying herself.

It was now time for the Captain's to drive themselves into office and I plus several others went to get our cars in position to illuminate either side of the first fairway. The two captains repaired to their locker rooms to change their footwear, in Sally's case four inch high heels were totally unsuitable for standing on the tee.

When I returned to escort Sally to the first tee, she was standing with Jerry Samuels and some of his cronies in the entrance way to the locker room. She was shivering and was holding her arms across her chest due to the cold, She had goose-bumps visible on her arms so I quickly took off my jacket and draped over her shoulders. She gave me a dazzling smile of gratitude and then had to return it to for me to hold whilst she tied her long dark hair into a pony tail. She raised her arms up and behind her head to fix her hair band, suddenly realising that all the men's eyes were focussed on her breasts as they pushed up straining against the fabric of her dress. Her dark, ripe nipples were standing out like organ stops and her face turned crimson, noticeable even in the semi gloom of the doorway. She quickly grabbed my jacket, looked at me for reassurance and covered herself as best she could but I had seen the lust in their eyes. Jerry turned to glance at me with a smug grin and a wink.

On the first tee, Sally took the hickory shafted club and managed to make a good connection and hit the ball about 120 yards, Jerry stood up tall and smashed the club head into the turf about 6 inches behind the ball and managed to propel his ball about 25 yards. He then promptly threw his arms around Sally, kissed her on the lips, holding the pose longer than I felt appropriate. Sally did not seem to mind and made little attempt to break the clinch. 

The party then returned to the clubhouse, while I and Bob Wilson (remember him) among others returned our cars to the car-park before rejoining the party. When I got back to the clubhouse, I could not find Sally and I noticed that Jerry was also absent.

So I started asking questions as to her whereabouts of our table companions. A very embarrassed silence came over them, until Samantha said she was in the Ladies and would be out shortly. When she appeared, her dress was crumpled and she was ashen faced and clearly looking pretty unwell. Jerry also reappeared just behind her, putting a huge smirk on his face when he saw me standing there. My jealous nature caused my face to flush hotly and I was about to challenge him about the state Sally was in when Bob intervened placing himself between us and suggested I get Sally home. We quickly gathered our outdoor clothing, said our goodnights and made our exit.

I was convinced something had happened between Sally and Jerry in the 30 minutes or so that I was absent, but Sally was not in any condition to answer any questions that night so after making our farewells we returned home. She was giggling and clearly still inebriated as I half carried/half dragged her upstairs and into our bedroom.

She collapsed face down on the bed, so I bent over to unfasten her dress at the halter neck catch, she would be mad if I allowed her to fall asleep with her new dress still on. I reached out to push her long hair away from the back of her neck and froze as I saw what looked like a hickey mark half peeping out from the under her halter necked dress. I was stunned but knew I had to know, so I unfastened her dress and one look confirmed my suspicion, it was a love bite on the nape of her neck. My hands were trembling, I felt sick to my stomach, how could she?.... Who was responsible?.... All these thoughts an more blasted their way into my consciousness them a cold fury started to settle on me, she would have some questions to answer in the morning!. 

I then turned her over to strip away the top half of her dress and as I pulled it down her torso, I saw the same tell tale signs of love bites on both her breasts. 

I had to run to the en-suite toilet where I promptly threw up in the basin. When I had recovered from my bout of sickness, I steeled myself and returned to the bedroom, where the woman I had pledged my life to was still lying almost comatose on the bed. I removed the rest of her dress with some difficulty, she was a dead weight and getting the dress down over her hips was not easy, but I finally succeeded and carefully returned the dress to it's hanger in the closet. Somewhat guiltily, I carefully examined the rest of her body and was relieved to see that at least she was still wearing her thong. I covered her with the duvet and retired to the guest bedroom where I spent a sleepless night. 

Around four AM, I heard her stumbling around the bathroom throwing up. I went to check if she was all right and found she needed some help, she had almost made it to the toilet before she threw up, but not quite. Some was over herself and some on the floor. I cleaned her up and got her back into bed, cleaned the toilet and realising that any chance of sleep was gone, just sat in the conservatory thinking about whether our marriage had any future.

The following morning she was still under the weather and when she came into the kitchen she had her dressing gown wrapped tightly around her body.

"We need to talk," she said.

"You are damned right we do" I replied angrily.

She said, "I just want to say, I know things have not been good between us lately, but I love you more than anything and I know I must have let things get out of hand last night, but please let me try and explain what I think happened."

"What you think happened!" I thundered, "I get you home drunk and when I undress you to find your neck and tits covered in hickeys and you only think you know what happened?" 

Without even pausing for breath I continued, "I feel sickened by your behaviour last night and you must have known your actions would put our marriage in jeopardy. I want you to tell me if he has fucked you yet or is this only the warm up act? 

She shook her head in denial, but before she could day anything, I thundered, "You let things get out of hand!!...., it's a bit more serious than that, I think, you have let that bastard put his mark on you, knowing full well I was bound to find them!"

Sally remained silent, so I stood up and went to walk past her and go outside. She reached out to grab hold of my arm and in so doing her dressing gown gaped open, revealing her bruised breasts to my gaze. I felt my anger return and suddenly wanted to strike out and hurt her, just as she had hurt me. I have no excuse for what I did next, but my desire to punish her just overwhelmed me. I pushed her away and she fell to the floor, her dressing gown flying open exposing her naked body to my gaze. 

As I looked down at her, for what seemed an eternity at the time, for some unknown reason my I felt my cock stirring in my pants. Sally also noticed my reaction and she taunted me saying, "Well, well it would appear that something about last night has had a positive effect on you."

"Don't you want to fuck your cheating wife?" she taunted me, spreading her legs just a little further apart exposing her glistening cunt to my lust filled eyes. 

"He did not fuck me last night, or any other night for that matter, that much I do remember, so you will not be getting any sloppy seconds today," she continued looking up at me and licking her lips suggestively. She also wriggled out of her dressing gown as I continued to stare down at her.

"Come on Jack, look at your wife, don't you want to take me and fuck me senseless?" 

"Come on, be a man. I want you to take me and make me yours again, come and get it, it's all yours, here for the taking, if your man enough!" she taunted.

At that point a violent desire to punish my wife overwhelmed me and pulling off my pants, I grabbed her wrists and forcing them over her head effectively immobilising her top half whilst I started to press myself on her. She started to fight back and I had to force my legs between hers to subdue her, but I was stronger than her and had the advantage of being heavier and on top and I prevailed. I released my grip on her wrists for a moment to grab the cord off her dressing gown. She immediately tried to scratch my eyes out, but I caught hold of her wrists again and used to cord to bind her wrists together. She continued to struggle against me but I forced my self down and my rampant prick soon found it's way, almost by it's own volition into her soaking pussy. 

I was like an animal, I fucked her hard, deep and fast and as I gathered pace, Sally stopped fighting me and began to respond to my savage attack, urging me on crying, "That's it, fuck me like a slut, make me cum!"

I was too excited to last long at the pace I was going at and felt my balls tighten ready to explode, but one look down at her hickey bruised tits and my anger subsided replaced with a lust that compelled me to control myself and slow my pace. 

I wanted to prove to her that I was THE man, HER man and I would fuck her so hard she would not be able to walk for a week.....

I increased the pace again and felt Sally immediately respond to match my thrusting.

She suddenly screamed, "I my Godddd , I'm cumming, oh God don't stop, deeper, harder, more, more, fuck me more."

She was quivering as spasm after spasm ripped through her body. I had never known Sally to have multiple orgasms before, but she certainly did that morning.

Her screams set me over the top and with one final deep push, I felt my cock pulse and explode deep in her cunt, followed quickly with three or four more deep spurts as I unloaded my cum into her receptive body.

As we lay there in each other's arms, cooling down, she said, "That was something else, sweetheart."

"I did not know you had it in you to be so forceful, maybe I should misbehave more often?" she continued.

I replied calmly, "You just pushed me too far, I'm sorry for attacking you just now, but it was caused by totally unacceptable behaviour on your part. I love you very much and do not want to lose you, but if you ever come home with similar bruises again, our marriage will be over!"

Sally sat up and turned to look at me and said, "I love you deeply and I am sorry for about night, you must believe me. You still deserve an explanation about last night, so I will try and explain what I was feeling and how the events came to pass."

I just nodded for to continue and she haltingly started to explain. 

She gathered her thoughts and told me that she was feeling very excited all day in expectation of the evening to come. That in deciding to wear that dress, she was conscious that it was very risqué and that she wanted to wear it in an attempt to rekindle our marriage. 

The side effect on Jerry Samuels and the other men present only succeeded in making her extremely aware of her sexuality, in fact she was soaking between her legs all night, having to retire to the Ladies to mop herself up several times. She was sure that everyone could smell her arousal and all the attention she received from the men only had the effect of encouraging her in her exhibitionism. 

She went on to tell me that she was fully aware of the effect she would have when she reached to tie back her hair before the drive off. She admitted that her action had been done deliberately, that she wanted to make me jealous and aroused, so much so that I would start to desire her again. 

I interrupted her to stress that I always desired and loved her, but felt that her commitments to the club had driven a wedge between us. She agreed that it had not helped, but that my jealousy also contributed to our problems.

She wanted to continue her explanation, but as much as I wanted to hear the rest of it, I had to remind her that the girls were due home at any time. 

"Oh shit," she exclaimed, "We had better get ourselves tidied up before they get back." Then she stopped and asked me quietly: "Are we going to be all right?"

"I think so," I replied, "But there will need to be some changes."

We agreed to discuss that more fully later that evening and rushed to tidy up.

Later that evening after the girls had gone to bed, we returned to the question of what had happened last night and how Sally had let it get so far. I started the ball rolling by asking her, "So what happened when you returned to the clubhouse after the drive in?"

She thought for a moment and recounted the events from that point on. 

After changing back out of her golf shoes, she had returned to the bar, looking for me. Unable to find me, she turned and started talking to one of the other ladies, but most people were leaving to go home the main event of the evening now over, so she was soon left alone. Jerry must have seen her standing at the bar looking slightly lost and he swiftly approached her and brooking no refusal, turned to the barman and ordered two large brandies. Handing one to Sally he said, "Here get this down you, it will soon warm you up." 

Sally said that the drink really did have an effect on her and she was soon feeling light headed. She thanked Jerry and asked him if he had seen me anywhere, to which he replied, "The last I saw of him he was in a corner of the function suite chatting to Samantha." 

He said we should go looking for them, and taking her arm as she was by now feeling the effects of the brandy, guided her into the committee room and closed up behind Sally putting his arms around her. She continued, that she tried to get away from him but she felt so drunk, that he was so insistent that she just relaxed back into his arms and he started kissing her neck and ears lobes. 

Sally is very sensitive to any stimulation around her ears. So it was no surprise to me when she said, "Jack, I knew it was wrong, I did not want him to continue, but could not fight it, there was a lassitude creeping over my body, but at the same time, I was so aroused and I just let him continue to caress me."

She described how he then slipped his hands beneath her dress and onto her breasts and started to tease and play with her engorged nipples. She was like putty in his hands and when he unfastened her halter neck catch and slipped her top down, she was powerless to prevent him and had made no resistance when he started to kiss and suck on her breasts. When he started trying to pull her dress up over her hips, she suddenly realised what was happening and came to her senses. At that point someone tapped on the door giving her a chance to get her dress refastened while Jerry opened the door to admit Cliff James. She thought he was probably quick enough to get a good look at her tits before he relayed the warning you were searching for his me. 

Jerry told Cliff to check if the coast was clear to enable him to slip out and he quickly departed. Sally said that she had to pass Jerry to get to the door, when he reached out, grabbed her and told her in a commanding tone, "I want you and will have you before too long." 

I interrupted her explanation and asked, "What was your response to that?"

"I told him that what had just happened was a mistake and would never happen again." She replied.

"Was that the end of it then? I asked.

Sally's face went scarlet and she looked at me nervously and said, "No, he told me I was a slut in the making and when the opportunity presented itself, he would fuck me blind and make me his slut." 

I hesitated, trying to think how best to form my next question, when Sally said, "I slapped his face for that remark, but he just laughed at me and told me that I would crawl to him and beg him to fuck me before the year was out."

I was furious, how could that bastard dare to think he could molest my wife and elicit no response from me! Sally seeing my angry face, held me tight and said, " I will never give him the opportunity to get me alone again, please trust me on this!" 

She then said, "Look, if you make an issue of this all that will happen is that we will both be extremely embarrassed as he will get his cronies to spread the word about my indiscretion, remember Cliff James saw enough of me to confirm the story."

I realised that she was talking about the issue far more calmly than me and that what she said made sense. I told her that I felt my position at work was untenable, I would have to work with that smirking bastard every day. Again, her counsel has more rational than mine, she said, "I know it's a lot to ask, but if you storm into his office and take you revenge on him, you will probably end up in jail for assault, if you resign your position immediately, people are bound to ask why, you can bet the rumours about last night will soon circulate, but as long as they are only rumours we can try and ignore them." 

She continued, "Jerry will not want to lend any credence to the rumours, he is married to the bosses daughter after all, so he will be trying to put a damper on any gossip, can't you see it would be better to swallow your pride for a few months while you search for another job, then you can leave at a time of your choosing when things have cooled down?"

I had to agree to a certain extent, I was damned either way, but I could also see that this path would also save her a lot of embarrassment and I had a feeling that this had a lot to do with her reasoning. 




The Lady Captains Year Ch. 03



We continue to review the options late into the night, I proposed that she resign her captaincy, but again was persuaded that would only serve to confirm the rumours to be true. One thing she did agree to however, was my insistence that she would no longer play golf with Jerry bloody Samuels, in fact she would stop playing competitive mixed golf entirely.

The following day being a Monday, I dragged myself into work fearing the worst, but to my surprise, when Jerry and I had occasion to meet, he was all business and very professional. He kept any private issues strictly and completely below the radar.

A couple of weekends later I was just completing playing a round of golf with Bob when out of the blue he said, "Can I have a word in private?"

Thinking this was odd, Bob usually just came up said what was on his mind, I said, "Sure would now be OK?"

He replied, "Lets wait until we get somewhere a bit more private." 

Instead of going into the 19th hole, we apologised to our playing partners and adjourned to a quiet little pub not far away. Once we had our beers and found a table I asked Bob, "What's this about then? We don't normally stand on ceremony we have been friends too long for that."

He said, "Look this is the hardest thing I have ever had to do, but how are you and Sally getting along?"

Wondering where he was going with this, I replied, "We had a sticky patch after the Drive in but are OK at the moment" and went on to explain about the events at the drive in and the aftermath.

He then said, "I think you need to be aware that I overheard Jerry Samuels talking to his golf cronies about how he was going to get into the Lady Captains knickers during his year in office." 

I asked what happened and he told that he was sitting in one of the stalls when Samuels and two pf his buddies came into the toilet for a pee. He told me that they were commenting about Sally's dress at the Drive in. They were discussing anyone's chances of nailing her when Samuels just came out with his boast. Apparently they were all laughing about it and that someone said he would never succeed with getting Sally to give it out. Jerry just smiled and said that he would succeed and that to prove it, 'when he achieved it, he would hang her bra in my office for all at work to see and her panties in the Gents Changing Room for all the male club members to see.'

I felt my anger rising and stood up to storm out when Bob grabbed me and forced me to sit down,

"Look" he said, "You are reacting just as knew you would, calm down and lets take stock before you fly off the handle and beat his brains out." 

He went on, "There are several things to consider, One, "What's the likelihood of Sally succumbing to the bastard." 

"Two, Even if you find a pair of panties on your locker what proof do you have that their hers.?" 

Three, "If you do manage to prove she is cheating on you, what are you going to do about it?" 

"Jack" he said quietly, "There is something else, he also said he would pass her around to his friends when he was done with her."

I jumped up and again my anger surged through my body, "I'll kill the bastard" I said, but again Bob rose and pushed me back down.

"Think carefully" he said, "your no good to the twins if you are in prison." 

So I sat there with him and we discussed my options. 

Bob offered to get me some surveillance equipment from his work. His told me his job gave him access to state of the art surveillance devices. 

"We a have an App that works like a GPS signal, as long as her mobile phone is switched on, you will be able to determine where she is. I could also get you a couple of small tape recorders, one to attach to the house phone and another you can hide in her car." 

"Thank you for the offer but, I do not think I can take the risk of spying on Sally at the moment. She already thinks that I do not trust her and if she were to find out that I was monitoring on her whereabouts and conversations the shit would really hit he fan."

Bob said, "I understand, but the offers still open if you change your mind."

February to June

January turned into February and March was soon upon us, as promised Sally did not put her name down to play in any mixed competitions and when asked why, she just smiled and said she wanted to devote more time to her Captains' Charity fund raising. 

Our home life resumed its normal pattern with one significant change, in the bedroom, Sally really got into role playing fantasies. She really enjoyed fantasising situations where I would catch her in-flagrante. When I asked her to explain this sudden fixation, she said that when I had fucked her the morning after the drive in, it released in her a dormant desire to be dominated and punished. She could not explain why she had this need to be dominated and used, but told me it was harmless fixation. 

I agreed it was harmless and fun in the context of our sexual fantasies, but expressed my concerns and said, "I guess so long as it is contained within our relationship it's OK, but what if someone else discovers your Achilles heel and uses your submissive character to abuse you?"

She replied, "I know my own body and will be very careful not to place myself in such a position and if the situation does arise, you will be the first to know."

I was still concerned that she could be controlled so easily, by suggestion combined with alcohol and suggested she seek help professional help and treat this condition.

Sally, would not admit that her submissive side was a problem and refused to consider my suggestion. I did not push the matter after all I, reasoned to my self, I was the one reaping the benefits of her imagination and our sex life was certainly more frequent now. I was conscious of the fact however, that though we were fucking like rabbits, there was little room for tenderness and love in our sexual encounters.

Sally seemed to make an effort to heal the wounds in our marriage over that next few months and we had resumed having sex, but the feeling I had that something was hampering our intimacy persisted. 

Summer was almost on us when the next event occurred to puncture our balloon. 

When our twins were younger, money was tight and we could not afford expensive holidays so we bought a second hand Motor Home and used it for all our holidays and for weekends away. The girls loved it and we spent many weekends travelling around the countryside, we even took ourselves over to France on the car ferry. The twins decided to name our new motor home Betsy. Unfortunately, at fifteen years of age and they did not want to spend so much holiday time with their parents, much preferring the company of their friends. So Betsy became mainly redundant to though Bob and I sometimes used when we went away golfing for the weekend. Sally's dad had acquired a bit of land with and old open hay shed and he'd to rent out spaces for Motor Homes and Touring Caravans for over winter parking. Betsy was kept there free of charge when not in use.

One weekend in early May, we were discussing our summer holiday plans and touring in Betsy was rejected by the girls, I was outvoted three to one. They wanted a proper holiday in Tenerife. 

I said, "That being the case, I proposed I should give Betsy a quick tart up and sell her. 

The twins protested straight away, "No, please keep her, we can still use her at Bank Holidays." they protested.

Sally responded, "Best leave it for now, you never know when we may want it for something, it's not as if it's costing us anything to keep there." So I just went with the flow and put the project on the back burner.

Sally's birthday was at the end of May, so the girls and I went shopping to choose her presents. They had no difficulty in choosing theirs, but I was still floundering when we met up to go home. When they heard I had still to select something, they took me by the arm and walked me to a shop specialising in sexy lingerie. I stood back in astonishment as they discussed what they wanted with the sales assistant, they even knew Sally's vital statistics, the only choice I was given was the colour and I selected dark red. They had selected a half-cup bra with matching panties. The sales assistant, must have sensed a good opportunity to make a killing, suggested a matching garter belt would finish the gift off. I started to refuse the offer, when the girls said in unison, "Perfect, come on dad, live a little, she'll love it." Outvoted, I nodded my agreement and paid up with a wry smile. The assistant even gift wrapped it, so all I had to do was present it on the day.

Sally's birthday was on a Monday and I had booked a table for four at an up market Italian restaurant for a celebration family meal. We had agreed with Sally before hand that we would wait until the meal was over before presenting our gifts.

We had I great meal and I was delighted with the happy interaction between the four of us. Everything was going well, I had arranged with the restaurant to provide a birthday cake and they duly did so. It was a stage-managed production, the lights dimmed, the band played Happy Birthday and the waiters all stopped to sing Happy Birthday and everyone stood up and clapped. 

Amy and Pippa presented their gift and Sally, obviously touched by their thoughtfulness kissed them both in gratitude. I then pulled out my carefully concealed box and handed her my gift. She carefully unwrapped the fancy paper and peaked inside the box, then faced reddening, she closed it quickly as if to hide the contents from the girls. 

She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face, "Where did you get this and how did you know what size to get?" 

I immediately confessed that I had little to do with it, Amy and Pippa had selected it.

Sally turned to them, smiled said, "Well since you already know what's inside the box, I do not to conceal it from you, do I?" 

She then returned her attention to the contents of the box and her eyes widened when she saw the garter belt. She turned to me with a big smile and enquired, "When do you think I am going to wear this then buster?" 

I said simply, "At the earliest opportunity I hope"

At that point our happy evening came to an abrupt halt. The last man on earth I wanted to see at that moment, stopped by our table. He was standing with his wife Samantha and he said, "Sorry to interrupt your meal, we have just finished our meal but we just wanted to wish Sally many happy returns." On a reflex action, Sally and I had both arisen from our seats and had little option but to greet them with the usual cheek to cheek fresh air kisses. The girls made some mumbled apology and rushed out to the join up with some friends they had spotted sitting at the little bar in Reception. 

Without a by your leave, Jerry just sat down in the recently vacated seats and started to chat to Sally about the club trip to the Open Golf Championship. I tried my best to engage Samantha in conversation, but as usual when she was in Jerry's company, it was hard work to get anything other than yes or no from her. The band started playing again and Jerry insisted that Sally dance with him and pulled her onto the floor. I asked Samantha if she wanted to dance, but she shook her head, instead we watched as Sally and Jerry danced. Jerry was holding her tightly and trying to pull her closer to him and Sally was resisting by placing her arm between them on his chest. As the dance was finishing, he leaned close to her and whispered something in her ear. I saw her shake her head, again he leaned over and said something else and this time she just nodded to him. She then spun round and returned to our table.

"I want to go home." she said. When I protested that we had not even had a dance, she said coldly, "Just get me out of here!"

With that our evening came to an abrupt end, we collected the girls, who quickly sensed that change of atmosphere and kept quiet for once. We drove home in stony silence. I had no inkling what had caused this abrupt change in Sally, clearly there was something in those two short whispered conversations that triggered her response and it was a couple of more days before I was to find out. 

Once at home and with girls preparing for or in bed, I tried to coax Sally into revealing what he had said to her that caused such a rapid change of mood. She simply refused to discuss the matter. Needless to say, I never got the fashion show I had been eagerly anticipating since the purchase of her birthday present. 

The temperature between us remained artic through the rest of the week and into the weekend.

The atmosphere of guarded respect continued during June as Sally and I carefully sidestepped any issues likely to develop into a full blown arguments. Sally continued to attend her meetings, but I was usually in bed when she got back, thereby avoiding any contentious situations.

At some point in June, I began to suspect Sally was seeing Jerry behind my back, there were a couple of phone calls that suddenly terminated when I came into the room or she took into another room to continue, our love making had again ceased and there was no signs of affection at all. 

I had to do something, I had to know for sure, so I called Bob and asked him if his offer for spy equipment was still open. He asked simply, "Has it gone that far?" 

I just said simply, "Yes." 

He said to meet him on Saturday after golf and we would set it up.

Saturday came around and I met Bob after his round, I decided against playing as my mind was not in any shape to even consider it, in any case Sally had informed me she intended to play that afternoon. I asked him what he thought I would need and we discussed the options. He suggested we download the GPS App we had discussed previously and also the cassettes recorders, one for our house and another to be hidden under the seat of her car.

I asked how log it would take to download the App?

"Just get me access to her phone for 15 minutes and she wont even know it's there" he replied.

We spent the next 30 minutes discussing how we would do it and the simplest thing was for me to invite over for dinner one evening and I would keep Sally busy while he downloaded the app onto her phone and install the two voice recorders. 

So that's exactly how it went down, by the end of the week, I knew where Sally was and who she was talking to on the house phone. The one installed in her car was of limited value as any phone conversations were one sided.

I checked the devices daily over the next few weeks but, unsurprisingly most of the messages were normal everyday conversations, there were a couple of calls from Jerry, but nothing specific enough for me to convince me that anything was going on. They were mostly some mild flirting followed by golf club business matters.

I had gotten a bit slack in my monitoring regime as the weeks rolled by and almost asked Bob to take the devices out, but decided to give it until the end of July to be sure.

To be continued...



The Lady Captains Year Ch. 04



Chapter 4: The Lady Captain's Year – July

It was on Tuesday 1st of July when everything went to hell in a basket. Jerry had called her while I was at work. The call followed the same pattern as two other calls, he was basically flirting with her until she managed to get him the point of the call. 

He said, "Have you remembered that we have the semi final of the inter club mixed knockout on Thursday afternoon at the club, we have a 2PM tee time?" 

"Yes" she replied, "but remember Jack does not know I have agreed to play with you yet and I rather he is kept in the dark until I can think of a way to excuse my participation, if he finds out before then, he will explode!"

"No problem" he replied, "Mind and wear something sexy though, I need you to distract the opposition, we really want to beat them this year."

"What do you have in mind?" she asked.

"Wear a short skirt instead of slacks and a tight sports shirt will get their pulses racing, and mine." 

"In your dreams" she countered.

"More than in them I hope" he responded.

I wondered how Sally was going to explain her absence on Thursday afternoon and early evening. She knew I was aware about this semi final tie as there were notices posted in the club bar and pro shop asking for volunteers to referee each match and also for general supporters to cheer the team on.

She was more devious that I would have believed. I answered a call from the competition secretary, Andrew Simmons asking for Sally, I passed the phone over and I heard her say, "Hi, Andrew how can I help you?" followed by a long silence from Sally, she was obviously listening to the caller, she glanced in my direction once or twice as I looked enquiringly at her and moved into the kitchen to continue her conversation. When she returned to the lounge she said in a quiet voice, "That was the Andrew Simmons, we have a problem fielding a team for Thursdays Semi final in the Mixed Cup." 

"Oh," I said, "How does that affect us?" but I was already knew where this was going.

She told me that her arm was being twisted to play as two of the four regular ladies were away on holiday and the competition rules stated that they must play at least one lady single figure handicapped golfer and she was the only one left still available. I asked who her partner was to be and she confirmed my worst fears, She just said, "Jerry Samuels." 

I did not know what to say, she knew my feelings about him, but she rendered any debate superfluous when she said coldly, "Before YOU say anything, I intend to play with him, end of discussion!"

Naturally, I could not let that go by unchallenged so I said, "You do remember that we have a parent/teacher meeting to attend that evening, or do you intend to give that a miss too?"

This clearly had not occurred to her as she hesitated pondering her options and then replied, "I have always been there for my children and I will meet you in the school foyer in plenty of time."

Her anger, that must have been simmering since the week before clearly took command of her tongue when she barked at me, "You still don't trust me do you?" 

My own temper was rising as I replied hotly, "What do you expect of me? You know what happened with him the last time!"

At that point I think Sally just lost it completely and screamed back at me, "You have never forgiven me for what happened at the drive in and I don't think you never will!"

I think we both realised at the same time that our tempers were running away with us, so I apologised to Sally and tried to assure her that I loved her and wanted desperately for us to happy again. She also apologised to me saying that Jerry had made a pass at her when they had danced at her birthday dinner and she was still upset about it. I was not sure that I believed her on that point, Sally was used to being hit on by amorous men and it was normally like water of a ducks back to her. She said she did not wish to discuss the matter any further. I was happy just let the dust settle on this latest spat and did not to pursue it any further. We went bed, kissed each other good night, but still no fashion show.

Work on Thursday work was slow, so I decided to take off from work early using the company's flexi-time facility. This was the first time I had ever used this, so some eyebrows were raised, but no one said anything to my face. I arrived home just as Sally was getting out of the shower, she looked drop dead gorgeous and I told her so. She must have seen the lust in my eyes and just gave me that icy smile of hers and said "Forget it" then proceeded to towel herself down.

"What are you doing home at this time anyway?" she asked.

Thinking quickly, because I curious to see if she would dress as Jerry Samuels had instructed, I replied, "I am going over to check out Betsy and do some quick maintenance in readiness, just in case we want to use it this summer." 

She seemed to accept this answer and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I watched her as she dressed. First, her underwear, the panties were a pretty cotton type suitable for the skirt she was wearing. Instead of her usual sports bra she normally wore for golf, she had put on a very sexy half cup one that was barely big enough to contain her full breasts. 

I could not resist asking, "Do you think that bra is really suitable for golf?" 

Clearly getting angry, she retorted, "Are you starting to tell me what is appropriate for me to wear now. 

She continued without pausing for breath, "I will not allow YOU to dictate how I should dress!"

"That question did not come out the way it sounded" I said trying to defuse the situation, "What I was trying to say was I am concerned that your breasts will be in danger of spilling out every time you swing the golf club"

"So what concern is it of yours if they do?" she retorted.

"I am still your husband and I am naturally concerned that you may embarrass yourself in front of your guests and fellow members."

She to carried on get dressed pulling on a pretty short skirt, that displayed her long slightly tanned legs and a tight V necked top She continued with the discussion by retorting,, "Let me worry about that, anyway I am sure some of them may be delighted and appreciate a glimpse of my tits."

"Look" she said glancing at her watch, "I have got to go now, we will discuss this more later tonight."

You bet we will I thought, and called after her, "Good luck in the match and remember the Parent/teacher meeting at Eight." 

She acknowledged me with a nod, but there was no kiss for me as she left.

The excuse as to why I was home early preyed on my mind a bit and after sitting faffing around for a little while, I decided it was not a bad idea after all and collected the keys off the hook in the garage, loaded the car with some tools and fresh bed linen etc, took off for the site.

There was little by way of security at the small holding where Betsy was parked, my father was too tight to even put a padlock on the gate so owners who left their vans there had learned to take their own measures to ensure there security. After several minutes unlocking the wheel clamps I was able to check all of Betsy's vital signs and apart from needing fuel she was in much better shape than I thought. She had started first time and I took her for a quick run around to check her out and filled up her fuel tank. With Betsy was running fine, I concentrated in cleaning out her interior, I unpacked the fresh bed linen I had brought with me and put it away, ready for the next time we needed it and generally gave the insides an good airing to clear the musty smell that occurs when vehicles are left un aired over winter.

That task completed I re-secured her and then went and picked up the twins from school. They helped me in preparing our evening meal. They were both unusually subdued during this period, so I took the bull by the horns and asked them what the problem was. I was totally surprised when Amy, always the spokesperson asked, "Are you and mum getting divorced?"

I replied, "Of course not"

Then Sam chipped in, "We are not stupid little girls any more, we are 15 year old teenagers and we see and hear things, oh you try to be discrete and keep your disagreements for when you think we are otherwise occupied but you and mum have been on each others case for months now, she always seems to be going out without you and you are always grumpy when she is not around." 

That brought me up short and the sudden realisation that the problems Sally and I are having were not as discrete as I thought. I paused for a few moments and I looked at their tear filled eyes and almost started crying myself. Gathering my emotions together I said:

"You are correct, your mother and I are having some issues at the moment, but never forget that we love you both dearly and are trying to work through the problems together"

At that they both jumped up to me and gave me a big hug but as my eyes again filled with tears, all I could think about was that I was now reduced to lying to my own children because from my perspective, there was precious little effort being made by Sally to sort our issues out.

My response to their expression of concern seemed to satisfy them for the moment and I made a promise to myself to try even harder to restore my marriage.

After dinner they did their own thing, homework, I Pod, text'd their pals all the usual things teenagers do today. Sally and I had agreed with them on their fifteenth birthday that they were mature enough to be trusted on their own and that baby sitters were no longer appropriate. 

So leaving them to their own devices, I turned up at the school in good time for our appointment at 8. 

I delayed going in to our first appointment as Sally had not turned up, I was quite worried, this was totally out of character for her, she was always punctual and placed a high importance on the education of our children. I tried ringing her mobile, but it after the usual rings it went to voicemail, I left her a message telling her I was going to meet with her their teachers and she could catch up with me during the course of the evening. Nearly all of Amy and Sam's teachers were pleased with their progress, but a couple of them stated that just recently they had seemed pre-occupied and distracted. 

Our marital problems were starting to directly affect my children and this strengthened my resolve to get our relationship back on an even keel. After the meeting, I headed for home and got there just in time for the ten o'clock news. 

Sally was waiting in the lounge to greet me when I returned from the school, and by her expression I new she was aware that she had screwed up big time. She started to apologise for missing the meeting, slurring her words and I suddenly realised she was either spaced out, drunk or both.

I just let rip, I could contain myself no longer, bitterly I asked loudly, "Where the HELL were YOU tonight?" and before she could reply, I went on, "I don't know what your feelings are for me anymore, but I was always thought that our children's welfare was your first priority, this pre-occupation with the golf club and YOUR social life has got stop as of NOW!"

I paused for breath, giving her a chance to respond, she said still slightly slurring her words, "You are right, I admit it, I have been totally out of order tonight, I can only apologise to you and beg your forgiveness. I promise that it will never happen again, you know that I LOVE you and our girls more than anything from now on my family will come first." 

She went on in a more conciliatory tone, "I've have apologised about missing the meeting, but please can you tell me how they are getting on?"

Before I could say anything in reply, Sally's eyes left mine to look at something behind me and I turned and saw our daughters standing watching us both with tears streaming down their faces. 

I turned back to Sally and said, "I think you need to sit down with your daughters and explain to them just what's going on, I had an worrying conversation with them earlier when you were god knows where and you need listen to what they have to say, maybe that will make you realise how much our family life has deteriorated!"

I went on, "I am also concerned that their teachers are concerned that they have been distracted and inattentive in class lately, I wonder why? You could have found out this for yourself if you had bothered to attend tonight."

With that I almost ran up the stairs to our bedroom and left her to it. I knew that sleep would be impossible, my mind was in turmoil, where had she been, who was she with, and what were her intentions. 

It was almost an hour later before Sally entered our bedroom and started to get undressed. Nothing was said, she went to the bathroom, completed her toilet and came to bed and started to explain why she had missed the meeting, but I was in no mood to listen to any more excuses.

I just looked at her sadly and said, "Let's leave it until the morning, there is more to talk about than a missed meeting."

Sally turned again and with her temper clearly rising she hissed, "You are damned right we have more to talk about. What's this about you and Samantha Samuels?" 

I was felt myself colouring up and tried to think what she was referring to, but foolishly tried to play it down. "What do you mean? Samantha is a work colleague and friend, as you well know, there is nothing going on between Samantha and me!"

Sally was not prepared to leave it alone, she came straight back and snapped, "That's not what I have been told!"

When she said that, I suddenly remembered an incident with Samantha that occurred at the golf club in early May, shortly before Sally's birthday. 

I was just about entering the golfers bar when I literally bumped into Samantha as the door flew open as she stormed out of the bar. We were both almost knocked off our feet and I staggered back clutching at her to prevent us both falling on our arses. She clung to me tightly and when she realised it was me started to cry. She was clearly upset so I pulled her into the lounge bar next door to try and calm her down. I sat her down on one of the couches and realised she was very drunk. I tried to ask her what was wrong, but she just cried even more. I eventually managed to get her to stop crying. She was clearly still troubled much to my embarrassment, told me her problems. 

She said, "I have known that Jerry has been having affairs most of our married life, but I love him and ignored his infidelities. Last night was the last straw, he came home in a foul mood and picked an argument, that's not that unusual, but he raised his hand to me and beat me, not for the first time either!" 

I was dumbstruck, Samuels was a bastard, I already new that but I would never have suspected him of being a wife-beater. She must have seen me looking closely at her face searching for evidence to support her claim for she gave a wry laugh and said, "Oh, you won't see anything visible, he's much to clever for that, no he hits me where the bruises don't show. Haven't you noticed, I rarely wear short sleeved clothes any more?"

I asked her, "Why don't you leave him?"

She said simply, "Because it would kill my father. You are not aware of this, father wanted it kept within the family, but he has to go into hospital soon for major heart surgery, he was going to tell you when the date was confirmed. So you see, I cannot risk the stress that the break up of my marriage would cause."

Searching in her handbag she fished out her car keys and stood to leave but I reached out to take them from her and said, "You are in no fit state to drive I'll drive you home." She resisted in as we struggled she almost fell into my arms. 

That was the situation when the lounge door opened and in walked Andrew Simmons, he just beamed a big smile and said, "Oops, sorry to disturb you." He paused and said pompously, "I think a motel room would be a better place to conduct your liaison, don't you!"

Shit, I thought that's another rumour concerning me on the cards, but thought no more about it as I still had to drive Samantha home. I got her home ok and she had sobered up a fair bit by then and thankfully Jerry was out. I had meant to mention it to Sally when I arrived home, but totally forgot the incident, until now.

She asked me somewhat icily, "Do you deny that you and Samantha are were caught in a compromising position is the latest tale circulating around the club!" 

Trying to defuse the situation, I innocently relied, "Of course I deny it, I do not much heed to golf club rumours and neither should you!" 

I tried to explain to Sally about the incident, but before I could utter a word, Sally went on the offensive. 

Her anger was plainly visible when said accusingly, "How long has your affair with Samantha been going on?"

I of course denied it, but she then screamed at me "You bastard, you have been on my case about Jerry for months over what was only flirting and it turns out you are just as big a fucking hypocrite!"

My anger arose at her rewriting of our recent history, "I don't believe that coming home with hickeys on your neck and tits could be considered as merely flirting!" I retorted.

"There you go again, you always throw that one indiscretion back in my face, you will never ever forgiven or forget will you?" 

Then said she said the words that cut me to the bone, "Up until now I have been faithful to you but you need to remember that two can play at this game and just remember, what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander!"

I replied hotly, "If you are not prepared to accept my explanation, choosing to believe some scurrilous rumour before my word then you just do what you have to do!"

"For the record, I have NEVER been untrue to you or our to our wedding vows, I don't know where we went wrong but I am getting to the end of my tether. Maybe it's time to take stock!"

"What do you mean, take stock?" she demanded.

"Just that, I think we need to spend some time apart and reflect on where we want to go and what we really want out of our marriage, I love you and want to make this work, but the present situation cannot continue." 

"And how do you propose we do that?" she asked sarcastically.

Thinking quickly, because I had not prepared an answer to that question and on the spur of the moment, I said the words that I would come to deeply regret, "I have decided not to accompany you to the Open Championship next week, you can go with the rest of the party, if you so wish, but I will remain here. Perhaps you can use the time we are apart to reflect on our marriage, I will certainly be doing just that!"

This statement must have caught us both by surprise because nothing was said in the next few minutes, Sally was clearly upset as her eyes had filled with tears, then she quietly said, " If that is your wish, then so be it."

I replied softly, "It is not MY wish spend any time apart from you, but I think we both need to re-evaluate our present situation, we both know our marriage is on the brink and decision time is imminent, one way or the other."

Things had cooled down by the following day and every other day until the coach trip departure day on Wednesday preceding the Open. At home we were both tiptoeing around trying to avoid any altercation before our separation. 

On the Wednesday, I drove Sally to the Golf Club where the tour party had assembled and watched as they boarded the coach for the trip North. Sally was one of the last to board. I was disappointed that she climbed aboard without offering me a kiss goodbye or even a backward glance. As I watched the coach depart a premonition swept over me that Sally had already made her decision and that my marriage was over.





The Lady Captains Year Ch. 04



Sally phoned that evening to confirm her safe arrival and said her room was very grand. When the plans were drawn up for the trip it was priced on the basis of two people sharing a room. My late withdrawal resulted in Sally having a double room to her self and she was clearly relieved that she would not have to share. I passed the phone over to the girls and she talked with them for some minutes. As the conversation wound down, I heard Amy ask " Do you want to say good night to dad?" but Amy hung up and said apologetically "Sorry dad, she said no and just hung up."

The following day, Thursday, I used my work as a tool to stop me brooding about things, deciding to leave any introspection about our marriage until the girls were in bed. When I got home after work, Pippa informed me that Sally had phoned earlier and that I had just missed her. I told her I would ring her later on her mobile. I was around 7.30 when I called Sally and she answered immediately. I asked her how her day went and she enthused over the golf they had watched and told me that she had followed Lee Westwood for most of the afternoon. 

Whilst she was talking, I thought I heard as mans voice in the background saying something about dinner so I said "Have you someone with you?" As soon as I uttered the question, I knew I had made a major mistake, she replied frostily "You can't stop yourself can you, you have to spoil everything, for your information, Jerry has just come in to take me down to dinner, goodnight." With that she hung up.

Friday followed a similar pattern, except this time there was no call from Sally either to me or to the girls. I was not surprised that she did not want to speak to me, but I was pissed off that she could neglect our daughters. I tried to call her but her mobile went straight to messaging, I declined to leave one any message!

Saturday, I went golfing in the morning and took the girls out for dinner in the evening. They must have sensed I was unhappy and they made a great effort to amuse me and keep me distracted. I was delighted with their consideration and with the admiring looks they were getting from some of the young bloods present in the restaurant. I made me remember what it was like to be young.

Sunday, and still no communication from Sally, I checked the house phone for messages, confirmed with the twins that she had not contacted them on their mobiles and even checked the E.Mails but there was nothing. I was fuming and tried to call her several times, finally I resorted to leaving a short pointed message stating "Sally, it's your husband, I am disappointed in you, regardless of your feelings for me, you could at least keep in touch with you daughters! Please try to get in touch tonight, they are upset not to have heard from you in the last three days!"

It must have been around 10PM when the house phone rang and I answered it. It was Sally, Her first words to me were " Where the hell are my daughters, I cannot get through to them on their mobiles. They are switched off!" 

I said calmly in reply "Good evening Sally and how was your weekend? Then continued, "If you had bothered to keep in touch or communicate with them, you would be aware they are attending a concert tonight and unless there is anything else, goodbye!" I then hung up. 

Seconds later the phone rang again "How dare you hang up on me you bastard! I will never forgive you for this."

She paused for a moment and I could hear her that there was someone with her when she suddenly gasped as though she had been surprised by something, this was followed by a loud slap and she tried to disguise her sharp intake of breathe when a muffled voice in the background said, "Where do you want my cock, you slut?" then she said quickly "Got to go, talk to you tomorrow." Then she hung up. 

My world collapsed, up until that point I thought there was still a chance for us, but all my suspicions were confirmed, the voice I had heard was that of Jerry Samuels!

Monday I went to work as usual, but I was so upset that I was not being productive, I just sat there trying to come to a decision on my marriage. Finally, I picked up the phone and called my lawyer, George Anderson. George and I had been badminton team mates at University, but continued to keep in touch, he was also a member of the golf club and I regarded him as a friend. I asked if I could come and see him today and he must have sensed my anguish as he told me come over at three o'clock. I said I would be there. After I hung up I remembered that I was supposed to meet the returning coach party and pick up Sally at three. Fuck her, I thought this appointment was more important, she could find her own way home. 

George did not keep me waiting, inviting me to sit down and asked what he could do for me. I went over the problems in my marriage and told him I wanted a divorce and full custody of the twins. "Divorce would not be a problem," he said, "but the custody demand will be a contentious issue." He went onto explain that the courts rarely granted custody to the father unless the mother could be shown to be unfit to have custody. 

I asked him what I needed to prove and he told me, "It needs to be something like clear proof that she is taking drugs, living off immoral earnings or some such, just proving that she was having an affair would not qualify."

He asked if I still wanted to proceed and I asked him to hold off any proceedings until I had gathered some evidence.

I did not return to work but phoned my dad and asked him to intercept the twins from school and keep them with him overnight and that I would explain later. Having made these arrangements, I went straight home to find Sally waiting with her temper barely under control. 

"Why did you not pick me up this afternoon, I was left standing in that car park in the rain for ages?" she demanded angrily. 

"Sally, whatever makes you think that I want anything else to do with you after last night's telephone conversation?" I replied quietly, then continued in a more confrontational voice, "I thought your lover would be taking you somewhere to fuck you first, so you could give me some sloppy seconds!"

She just stood there looking at me with sadness on her face and said, "How did you know that I had a lover?"

I was astonished. "Were you so drunk or high last night that you have forgotten you phone call to me?" I spat back at her. "I heard him asking you which hole you wanted filled first, or don't you recall that part of our call?"

She just smiled, as if remembering something special and said with more than a touch of cruelty, "There's no way I will ever forget this week, I have been screwed in every hole starting on Thursday through to Sunday, we did not even get to the course on Sunday, we were otherwise occupied."

"So I will assume that your decision about our future is final, so from now on we sleep in separate rooms, until we agree the next steps." I said.

She got up to move into the master bedroom, when she turned back and enquired, "Where are the girls, I thought they would be here?" 

"Oh, you've finally noticed they are not here have you, there was a time, they would have been at the forefront of your concern when returning home, you must be really in love with that bastard Samuels." I replied. 

She had the good grace not to deny the identity of her lover, so I relented a bit and said, "They girls are at my parents tonight, but will be back for breakfast as normal."

Sally thanked me for telling her and the rest of the evening was devoted to the logistics of how out separation would work. I would continue to pay all the bills associated with the house and food. I refused pay her a monthly allowance as she was financially well off from her grand parents estate and I did not think she would be left short of cash. 

"One condition though, neither of us will bring a companion home, even for a short stay or overnight ever and under no circumstances will Jerry Samuels ever cross my threshold. If this condition is broken, I will throw you out in the street and to hell with the consequences, is that understood?"

Sally said, "You know I would never dishonour you in that fashion, you have my word."

Sally was quick to agree to that arrangement. She volunteered to continue with the domestic duties, cooking, washing and so on. Not a major concession as we had a help who came in three times a week. I moved into the guest bedroom that night.

The next morning we sat down with the girls and told them what was happening, but not why. They were upset naturally, but Amy shocked her mother when she turned to her and said very clearly, "You are really a stupid cow, you know."

Sally went ape-shit, but he twins simply retired to their rooms and refused to talk to her.

Sally accused me of turning her children against her, but I said simply, "They had no help from me, I have not criticised you once in their presence. They are not stupid, they are young adults perfectly capable of seeing and understanding what is happening. I did warn you last week that you needed to sit down with them and you obviously ignored me as usual."

I went into work late on Tuesday and it became quickly apparent that tongues had been wagging. I was greeted with sheepish looks and conversations that had been buzzing would suddenly go quiet as I approached. Even my own secretary would not look me in the eye when I quizzed her about it and eyes downcast just made some facile excuse. Somehow the day was finally over and I went home. Sally had prepared the dinner and we all sat around the table eating in silence. After dinner, Sally disappeared into her room and I went to the computer checked the E.Mails. 

Force of habit caused me also to check the phone recorder and listened with growing anger as Sally and Samuels talked about their week of unbridled lust. Sally really shocked me at one point when she implored him to meet her that evening. 

He just laughed and reminded her, "I told you once you would come to me begging me to fuck you, so say it now." Sally said quietly, "I want you to take me and make love to me tonight, please."

"That's not what we do Sally, you know what we do, now say it properly." He commanded.

She hesitated and said, "I want you to take me out and fuck me senseless just like you did in Scotland."

They made the arrangements, he would pick her up at 8, but he added, "You need to find us somewhere to fuck, I am not doing it in my car, I'm getting too old for shit."

That went through my heart like a knife, I knew then we were in a long divorce battle ahead, I could not let her get custody of the twins!

Just before 8 o'clock, Sally emerged from her room, dressed to kill and without a word went outside, went into the waiting car and they drove off.

At a loose end, I went into the garage just to do a general tidy up. I don't know what made me look at the key rack, but noticed immediately that the keys for Betsy were missing. At first, I could not think where they could have got to so I asked the twins if they had seen them. Amy straight away said, "Mum's got them, she probably forgot to put them back." I pondered this a little, Sally had not mentioned anything about going out to Betsy, anyway she had no reason to go there, Betsy had always been my responsibility and I enjoyed setting her up for the summer season.

I thought, why now, then it struck me, that this was where she intended to fuck with Samuels!

I went to the computer and checked the GPS signal from her phone, sure enough it indicated the small holding where Betsy was parked. I freely admit, I was gutted, my emotions were all over the place, ranging from deep sorrow to absolute overwhelming feeling of betrayal. With some difficulty, I got my feelings under control and pondered my next move. I phoned Bob and acquainted him of the situation and h e suggested installing state of the art miniature cameras in Betsy. If we were lucky, we might get enough evidence to convince the courts that Sally was unfit to have custody of the twins. I agreed to this and we arranged to meet Saturday morning before our golf four-ball to set them up.

Sally, came home late that night, I am not sure of the time but it was certainly after midnight.

The next day I arrived at work, slightly later than normal to find my colleagues and staff avoiding me. I entered my office to find a suspender belt hanging from coat hook. I felt the colour drain from my face, it was red and identical to the one I had given Sally for her birthday! I looked around to see if anybody had noticed my shocked reaction, but there was nobody around. I quickly gathered it up and stuffed into my brief case. Some how I managed to complete the morning, my mind was in turmoil. I wanted to go and sort Samuels out, but at the same time something made me realise that he was playing a bigger game than just seducing my wife, I did not know what but I was sure he was working to a well developed plan. The timing was al too convenient and premeditated. With the morning finally over, I went to lunch and came back to find a red silk brassiere draped across the keyboard of my computer. I just grabbed it and stuffed it into my briefcase when and I heard a noise of someone clearing their throat behind me. 

It was Jerry Samuels standing in the door way behind me with a shit faced grin on his face, temper flaring I started to lunge at him, but managed to control myself just in time and snarled at him, "Stay away from Sally or you will be sorry."

"I think I will let Sally decide which man she wants. You cannot blame me if you are not man enough to satisfy her needs." He said gloatingly. 

I responded to his taunts by accusing him of deliberately setting out to break up my marriage, but he just laughed in my face. By this time some of my staff had gathered drawn by our angry voices. Seeing them all standing there hanging on every word caused my to turn my anger on then, telling them in no uncertain terms to get back to work or they would find themselves looking for other employment, Samuels took the opportunity to exit my office while I was attending to my staff.

I just gathered up my belongings and went home. Sally was not at home which was probably just as well, I was more than ready to confront her with the evidence of her infidelity. The more dwelled on the fact that she had gone to him wearing MY birthday present to her, something she had never even worn for me really festered inside of me. 

I opened the bottle of Scotch that Bob had given me some time ago, but had never touched until then. As I worked my way down the bottle, my rage tempered and I began to get a notion of what Samuels was up to, but I had no proof. I put away the bottle and working on the assumption that my pondering about his motives was correct, I started to assemble my response.

When Sally arrived home, if she was surprised to see me, she hid it very well. Samuels had probably alerted her that I had left the office, she just went to her room, changed and started preparing the evening meal, no words were exchanged between us that night

Saturday early, I met Bob as arranged and fitted the cameras in Betsey in less than an hour. We went straight from Betsy to the golf club. We entered the locker room together and approached our lockers, Bob almost bumped into me as I stopped abruptly in front of my locker. There hanging on my locker door were the panties missing from the matching set. 

I quickly looked around to see that bastard Samuels standing with some of his cronies with a mocking smile on his face and then he started laughing at me, to their obvious delight. I lunged at him, but Bob stepped in front of me and said very quietly, "Now is not the time or place. We will get ours when we are ready not at a time to suit him."

All thoughts of golf deserted me and grabbing the panties, I stormed out the room and headed home.

Sally was up and about when I got home. She was preparing breakfast for herself and the twins were just finishing theirs. I went to my room without a word, collected the remainder of the lingerie set and returned to the kitchen. Sally looked up as I approached, her eyes widening as she seen what I was carrying in my hand. I stopped about three feet from her and threw them in her face. 

"You absolute bitch" I said, "Could you not be satisfied with just cuckolding me without deliberately rubbing my nose in it?"

"Not only that but you had to use my birthday present to you to further humiliate me!"

Her face paled and she looked stunned by my vehemence, she said, "Oh my god, where did you get THEM?"

By this time I was enraged by her lack of any contrition, so I blasted back at her, "The suspender belt was waiting for me yesterday morning when I arrived at work, the brassiere was draped over my keyboard when I got back from lunch, much to the amusement of my staff and finally today I had the whole set back together when I found the panties hanging on my locker door. Your lover and his cronies had a good laugh at my expense."

"Tell me," I asked, "How does it feel to know that everybody at your precious golf club now knows you are a SLUT?"

Sally was sobbing as she responded, "Please believe me, I had no idea he was going to use them like that, I thought he wanted them as a souvenir."

We must have exhausted ourselves as we just stood there staring at each other in silence.

As all this was going on, our children just stood there sobbing silently, finally it was Pippa who broke the silence when she said simply, "Mother, how could YOU?" With that the pair of them ran out the house crying.

I made to go after them, but Sally stopped me saying, "Just let them be for the moment, I will explain it to them later, none of this would have happened if you had kept your trousers zipped up."

Exasperated I replied, "For the last time, I did not have sex with Samantha or anyone else for that matter. I think I want some time to myself. I have some decisions to make about whether we have any future or not. I will move my stuff into the guest room until I have decided."

It was some time later and the twins still had not returned. I was just about to call the police when the phone rang, automatically I reached out to pick it up, when Sally jumped in and grabbed it before me. She stood there holding the phone to her ear, listening without saying anything but her face was ashen and she looked as if she was going to throw up at any time. 

Rising, I gently took the phone from her hand and said, "Who is calling?" I instantly recognised the voice at the other end of the line. It was her father and he was not happy. He told me the twins had called him about an hour ago, they were clearly upset and asked him to pick them up as they did not want to go home. He went on to say that their grandmother had managed to calm them down and she had gotten the girls to relate today's events but they would not divulge any details.

He was clearly an angry man and asked, "Jack, what were you and Sally thinking of? Could you not have waited until after they had gone out or something? Washing you dirty linen in front of the twins is totally unacceptable!" 

"Tom," I interrupted rudely, "What would you do if your wife's lover publicly presented you with your wife's bra, suspender belt and panties?"

"Not only that," I continued, "but doing so, knowing that the said lingerie was your birthday gift to her only a few weeks before?"

To my surprise he meekly asked, "Did that really happen, did she actually give him your present?" 

"Ask her yourself," I replied and returned the phone to Sally.

I could hear him ripping into her from six feet away, he was brutal to her and Sally

Just stood there taking it. 

When she eventually hung up, I asked her, "Do you intend to continue with your affair?"




The Lady Captains Year Ch. 04



She just nodded and said defiantly, "I just can't help myself, he does things to me that you can't. I love the sex I get from him and yes, he only has to call and I will go to him!"

"Do you wish us to divorce?" I asked.

"No, I do still love you, maybe if you can be patient with me I can get him out of my system. He just fucks me, you on the other hand make love to me, I don't want to lose either of you."

"You honestly expect me to stand back and let him fuck you senseless knowing that all he has to do is beckon and you will come running back begging for more? I don't think so." I said.

I continued, "What about me? What's my payback to be, sloppy seconds or the odd mercy fuck?

She replied tauntingly, "Maybe if that's what it will take for you to get it up, if you had been more attentive to my needs this need never have happened!"

With this last exchange a deep depression hit me, I knew then we were finished, my wife of 18 years, no longer desired me, she may indeed still love me, but it was a love borne out of pity not desire...

I made one last attempt to warn her about Samuels and said vehemently, "You do know he beats Samantha, she had to go to the A&E at the Royal Infirmary only last month? Just be warned, if does that to his wife, what chance is there for you? When he starts to abuse you, I may not be here to support you."

"You bloody liar," she screamed back at me, "He told me you would try to blacken his name. Anyway he explained what happened to Samantha and for your information she is a self abuser who deliberately inflicts the wounds on her body to seek attention and try and get him to love her again."

There was nothing more to say. I just shook my head and said, "I will see my lawyer on Monday and start the divorce proceedings, you should know I intend to seek custody of our children."

Sally's parents brought the twins home later that evening and asked if there was any hope for our marriage. I told them, "No, she says she loves me but cannot give him up. So I will be filing for divorce on the grounds of irreconcilable differences, unless she decides to fight me for custody of the twins."

Her father said, "I am sorry to hear things have gone that far, I understand your position and sympathise with you, now if you don't mind, her mother and I would like to talk to our daughter."

I called Sally back to the lounge from her room and went into the girl's room and tried to explain to them my intentions. They were upset, of course they were, but to my surprise where far more stoical about I than I thought possible. Amy said as I turned to leave, "We both want to stay with you when you get divorced." 

I told them, "And I want you both to live with me as well, but the court will make the final decision on that."

I did not burden them with the advice I had been given on the chances of that happening.

I do not know what transpired between Sally and her parents but she was very subdued for the rest of the weekend.

On Monday I phoned my lawyer and told him to start the divorce action. I also told him I was trying to get the necessary proof to ensure I would be awarded custody. 

The only good thing that happened that day was that Gerry popped into the office looking extremely well for someone who had recent heart surgery. He turned and closed office door and said: " I want you to keep this to yourself for now, Trevor and Samantha know, but I am not returning to active role in the company. I am 68 years old and this heart problem has forced me to review things. As you know when we last reorganised the company structure the shares were distributed amongst the directors, Trevor and Samantha have 15% each, Jerry and yourself have 10% each and I have retained the remaining 50%. Now because of the inheritance taxes in this country, I have decided I must protect my business and secure my grand children's future, so I have put all of my shares into a trust fund to secure their inheritance. My accountant assures me this is perfectly legal. I have decided that Samantha will administer the trust fund. I think she is more attuned to the business and more likely to take the long term view than Trevor and he is in complete agreement with this decision. So, effective 1st of August Samantha will assume the role of the Managing Director. 

I thanked him for sharing the news of the changes with me and told him, "I will be sorry to see you go, you have been my mentor and friend for eighteen years and I owe you s o much. We will miss you around here, everyone will be sorry to see you go" 

"Hey," he said with a smile, "I will still be around for advice should you need any, you know that. I will pop in from time to time, just to stick my nose in and stir the pot just to keep everyone on their toes."

Later that day, it was a happy, bubbly Samantha that dropped bye my office and I congratulated her on her promotion, she smiled and gave me a big hug. This was the first opportunity I had had for a private conversation with her since her revelation in the club lounge, so I shut the office door and asked he, "How are you and Jerry getting on?"

Her sunny mood clouded as she said, "You know he is screwing Sally, don't you?" I nodded in confirmation and she continued, "He is full of remorse about it and has asked me to forgive him. He assures me he is going to finish with her this week and promises me he will never hit me again. I have decided to give us one more try, but I have warned him that if he ever strays again or abuse me again, it's over!"

"What about you and Sally?" she asked.

So I told her the truth and said, "Her betrayal of me has cut too deep, I have filed for divorce and doubt if we can ever be reconciled."

She said simply, "I am so sorry."

We left it at that and returned to work. Later, I reflected on the events of the day and realised that my suspicions that Samuels was playing a deeper game than just seducing my wife had been confirmed. 

I marshalled my thoughts and listed the facts and suppositions on my computer. It all added up, the bastard was seeking to take over control of the company. He had his shares and if he could suborn those now held by Samantha, he would have control of the company. It all hinged on him be able to get Samantha to give him her vote, hence his efforts to shore up their marriage. It still did not answer why he was deliberately humiliating me. Was he trying to force me into taking retaliatory action or resign my position? I went to bed with the latter unanswered.

It was Tuesday, when the phone intercepts yielded the details me some further insight into Sally's total subservience to Samuels. 

She had again called him at work pleading for him to meet with him. He agreed to meet with her that evening and ordered, "Pick me up at the club, I will be in the bar, Oh, and wear something short, sexy and revealing!"

"What do you suggest, I could wear the backless little cocktail dress? You liked that one when we were in Scotland she said teasingly.

"That one will be perfect." He confirmed.

"I will give you a call when I get to the car park." She said. 

"No, you will come into the bar and ask me to take you to bed." He commanded.

"But everyone will see and hear me if I do that." She cried.

"Do you think I give a fuck about that, just do as you are told, or do not bother to come at all." He stated flatly.

She just said in surrender, "OK" and hung up.

I was sickened listening to that conversation, dismayed at the humiliation he would force upon her and determined I would fix him sooner or later.

I watched Sally closely that evening, she was nervous and was clearly trying to find a way to get the twins and I out of the way so she could leave the house unobserved. The twins took her hints and went to their rooms quietly, I on the other hand sat in the lounge and awaited her departure. Finally, she went and changed and reappeared wearing the little black dress as ordered. It was a dress I had never seen before, she must have bought it especially for Scotland I thought abstractly. She looked absolutely stunning! I felt my cock twitch at the way her unfettered breasts were bouncing as she came down the stairs. She looked me in the eyes as if challenging me to say something, then looked pointedly at my erection showing through my sweat suit pants I was wearing and then just smiled at me wickedly. 

I was tempted to get up and plead with her not to go, but not could find the guts to say anything. I could not face the prospect of further humiliation when she rejected my plea.

Some time later I went to check if the live video feed from Betsy was working and was just in time to catch them entering the van. She entered first and he followed, he was all over her, pulling her back into his arms, his hands capturing her breasts from behind and finding there way automatically via the backless element of her dress and pulling on her engorged nipples.

She pulled herself from his arms with a giggle and quickly pulled off her dress, she was stark naked, I knew she had no bra on, she could not wear one with that dress, but she was not wearing any panties either. 

She held out her hand and he tossed her thong, and she said with some excitement, "You were very naughty making me take them off in front of that fat slob Simmonds."

"You loved every minute of it, I saw you deliberately hesitate just at the point where he could get a glimpse of cunt." He stated with a grin. "I will have to punish you for exceeding my orders, but first a drink." he continued.

He went to a carrier bag he had brought with him and withdrew a bottle of Scotch. He poured them both a good measure. 

At that point I could not see what happened next as he had turned away from the camera, but I thought I saw him reach into his pocket and take something out. A few moments later he turned back and handed her drink. She lay there on the bed naked, sipping her drink as he casually undressed. 

"So how are you intending to punish me tonight? " She asked with grin on her face.

"Just be patient you slut, you'll get well fucked tonight!"

A turned and again reached into his bag and brought out a pair of realistic looking handcuffs and proceeded to attached Sally's wrists to the bed post railings.

"O goody, I love it when you restrain me like this," Sally said.

I continued to watch as he teased with her aroused nipples, Sally started to moan and twist her body trying desperately to maintain contact with his fingers. Suddenly he stopped teasing and pinched her right nipple viciously, twisting and pulling forcing her to arch her body in an effort to ease the pain. He released her tit and quickly repeated the procedure on her left nipple. Seemingly satisfied with her arousal, he reached once more into his bag, this time he had some sort of clamps that he quickly attached to her turgid nipples. Sally screamed with pain as the clamps bit into her sensitive areas. Samuels stood back at that point and admired his efforts so far, then he said, "Are you ready for more?" 

Sally just nodded, but he was not having that so he repeated, "No, you must tell me!" 

Her body was shaking and trembling in her need, I could see she was totally in his power and listened in awe as she cried, "The weights, I want the weights!" 

He turned again and lifted a short length of chain from his bag and attached an end to each nipple, then proceeded to stretch the chain away from her arched body, pulling on her heavy breasts stretching them until she screamed at him, "Stop, stop oh please stop it hurts too much!"

He just laughed down at her and said, "I've only just begun" 

He jerked the chain again and tied it off on the same rail as her handcuffs. This stretched her tits back towards her face and I could see the pain in her face as the effort to keep her back arched began fail, causing even more stress to her abused tits. She was moaning continuously now and she begged him, "Fuck me, please fuck me, I need it now."

"Patience," he told her.

He got up from the bed and I watched as he walked into the small kitchenette integral with the motor home and started rummaging in the utensils drawer. Finding what he wanted he returned to the bed and at that point I was able to see what he had in his hand. It was a plastic fish turner in his hand and I could see Sally's eyes widen in fear as he approached her. At first he just gently caressed her abused breasts with the edge of the utensil, but soon started lightly slapping her tits in turn, leaving red marks on her beautiful breasts. Sally was writhing around the bed, oblivious to everything bar the pain in her breasts. Suddenly, she let out a terrible scream and started to orgasm, her body shaking and quivering until she must have passed out.

Samuels released the clamps from her nipples and wrists. She just twitched and started moaning as her blood started to re-enter he abused nipples. Sally had passed out from either from the pain or from a reaction to her orgasms. 

Seeing she was out of it for the moment, Samuels picket up his phone and started to talk. 

"Simmonds," he said, "I need you prepare me some more of that special mixture you provided me with a while back. 

There was silence for a moment then continued with a short laugh. "Yes, the one I used at the drive in, but remember cut down on the Rohypnol, she was nearly out of it when I used it on her then. I want her aroused, even a bit high but fully aware and active on Saturday." 

Again silence as he listened, then, "Yes, a slightly weaker version than one you provided for the Open trip will be great."

There was a longer silence before he said, "Yes, I even got the slut to buy the Whisky, it's a real turn on, fucking his wife and drinking whisky that he has paid for."

More silence, then, "Yes, we are still on for the gang bang on Saturday afternoon, it's time for me to move on, I have another married slut lined up and ready to go. Make sure you bring the mixture, just to warm her up a little, see you Saturday at three." He said as he terminated the call.

The bastard, I thought, he has been drugging her to get her to perform, but then I realised, she was not drugged when she was phoning him begging to meet her. Confused, I returned to the screen and continued to watch her in descend into total degradation. 

Shortly after the call was terminated, Sally came around and Samuels wasted no time in presenting his erection to her lips. She sucked him like a drowning woman gasping for air, his eyes were shut in ecstasy. He was obviously about to cum, when he roughly pulled her away from him by the hair, she screwed her face up form the pain but said nothing. He then told her to get on her back and prepare herself. She rapidly assumed the position, lying with her legs splayed open, her pussy dripping with her arousal, he knelt over her looking at her need and asked, "What do you need now?"

"Fuck me, fuck your slut, hard...."

He entered her and with one savage thrust drove his thick cock as deep into her as he could, paused and then started to gather momentum. Sally was thrusting back at him, her longlegs wrapped around his waist urging him onwards, He stiffened and came shooting his load into her cunt. She started to climax just as he finished, but his failure to wait for her, caused to moan, "No.... wait for me, I'm nearly there." 

It was too late, he had had his satisfaction and his rapidly shrinking dick slipped out of her leaving a trail of semen in it's wake. Sally pushed him off her and quickly took him back into her mouth, working feverishly to get him erect once more. 

She sucked for what seemed like hours but when I checked it had only been about five minutes and then his manhood rose again to the occasion. He pushed her onto her hands and knees, and re-entered her pussy, but this was only to lubricate his cock with their combined juices. He pulled out and used his fingers to lubricate her anus. He was getting impatient now and told her roughly, "Spread you arse, slut." 

Sally dropped her head onto the pillow and placing her hands on her cheeks, pulled them apart to ease his entry. He presented his cock to her puckered arse and without any consideration just forced it up her back passage. She let out a long scream and tried to get off him, but he just clasped her hips tightly and started to pump I and out. Sally's screams turned to whimpers and as she got into the rhythm started to grunt and moan. Soon she was beginning to push back at him as he fucked her to another climax. He rested then for a few seconds and took up the beat once more until they both shuddered in orgasm, his thrusts diminishing as his cum flooded into her.

They lay there for a while, then arose and started to get dressed. 

"Come you lazy cow, get your arse in gear, you have to take me back to get my car."

Sally immediately jumped up and quickly collected the soiled bed linen and shoved it into a laundry bag to take home. She then dressed without even bothering to clean herself up. Picking up the laundry bag they vacated Betsy together.

I sat there stunned for a moment and reset the video clip and watched again. I found the sight of her being used like a tramp, turned me on and my erection was bursting my pants. What was wrong with me, she was my wife and she was fucking her lover and instead of being neutered by the images, I was aroused. I reflected on what I had observed and came to the conclusion, there was insufficient evidence in what I had seen to give me custody I wanted, but thought, maybe Saturday will be better!!! Go figure ..... Better?

I heard the sound of the garage door opening and this brought me back to my senses, I had to close the computer and act as though I was completely unaware of her evening's activities when she came through the door.

As she came in the door, I was just about to enter my room. I turned to look at her and was shocked to see she had not bothered to clean herself up. She just licked her lips laviciously and went directly to her room.

I retired to mine, with a raging hard on, there was nothing to say. 

I lay on top of my bed and tried to read a book, my mind in turmoil, she still had the ability to arouse me with just a look 

A little while later, I heard her door open and few seconds later my door opened. To my surprise, Sally stood there dressed only in the red lingerie set that I had bought her. 

She walked up to me and stood there, legs apart and cum slowly making it's way down her legs. She paused and looked straight at my lap and horrified, I found my manhood responding. She smiled and walked over to me and said, "Well, are you ready for some sloppy seconds?"

Reason went out the window and lust prevailed, I tried to pull her onto my bed, but she took command and pushed me down on my back. 

"Watch," she said and proceeded to do a slow strip, first the bra, exposing her bruised tits to my lustful gaze then her panties revealing her matted pussy and finally the suspender belt, which she draped across my erection. I nearly came there and then such was my lust.

She the approached the bed and placed herself astride my torso. Slowly she edged her way up my body until she straddled my face and lowered her streaming pussy onto my face.

"Lick me," she ordered, "Suck all his come from my cheating cunt." 

I was almost suffocating as she started to grind her pussy on my chin, tongue and nose, but I did as she had ordered and tentatively started to lick her clit. The taste was not as bad as I had imagined and I was soon sucking his cum out of her pussy and trying to push my tongue deeper into her soaking gash. I heard her breathing quickening, a sure sign her climax was fast approaching and I gently bit on her labia just as she convulsed in orgasm. She spun round and before I could protest, she commanded, "Now my arse, clean out my arse!"




The Lady Captains Year Ch. 05



Chapter 5: The Lady Captain's Year -- August -- September

I have carried over the final few paragraphs from Chapter 4 for continuity.

DS Taylor then stood and said: "Jack Adams I am arresting you on the suspicion of committing grievous bodily harm to your wife Sally Adams! You do not need say anything............. 

I hardly heard the rest of the caution. Amy and Pippa looked on in disbelief as DC Armstrong dragged me to my feet, pulled my arms behind my back and handcuffed my wrists. Then he started to propel me to the exit. 

I resisted for a moment and called to my family, "Don't worry it's all a mistake, I would never hurt your mother, you know that!" 

And that's how I came to be locked up in the police cells, wondering what the future held.

The following morning, I was taken from cell and brought to an interview room. Awaiting me was my lawyer and sat opposite him was DS Taylor and DC Armstrong.

I looked at my lawyer and asked, "Is there any word on Sally?" He shook his head and replied, "She is still in intensive care, I checked just before coming here."

I took my seat and waited for someone to speak. DS Taylor cleared her throat and said, "Please accept my personal apology for your arrest, new information has come to light that exonerates you from any involvement in her assault." 

Before I could reply she continued, "We have in our possession a video camera recovered from the scene, that clearly identifies the perpetrators and we had no trouble finding them. They are now getting treated for their injuries and are under arrest."

"Why did you not inform us straight away that you were in fact rescuing her?"

"Because you lot jumped to conclusions, you never gave me any opportunity to explain and I was bundled out of the hospital into a cell so quickly I did not even have a chance to explain to my children, God knows what they must think of me!" I said bitterly.

I asked what charges would be brought against the bastards that first drugged, beat then assaulted my wife.

DS Taylor explained, "They will be charged with assault, we have insufficient evidence to prove she had not willingly taken the drugs, in fact she has been recorded asking for, and I quote 'a lift'. That could be construed as compliance to the drug taking. We have no evidence that she was anything but a willing participant in the orgy, again the video evidence depicts her as demanding more attention."

I pondered what DS Taylor had disclosed. Clearly Samuels had been selective in what he had recorded. Thinking quickly, I saw an opportunity to really stitch the bastards up. 

I asked DS Taylor, "What if you had video evidence that clearly shows Sally resisting the beating and being coerced into consenting to the gangbang and drug taking?"

"Do you have such evidence?" the DC excitedly, "Cause if you have, we can do them for rape, and grievous bodily harm."

I asked them if I could have a word with my lawyer in private, they agreed and left us alone. I talked to him about the legality of the recording, explaining the involvement of Bob and if there would be any repercussions to him, if I released the video.  

He asked if I had such a recording and when I confirmed it, he said, "I will negotiate with DS Taylor, but you have done nothing wrong in placing cameras in your own campervan and in my judgement, this evidence will be clearly admissible in court.

"The only issues may be, firstly, did you and Bob only use reasonable force in subduing the attackers and I think you did. Secondly, how did the said attackers come to be found, badly beaten, naked and tied to the War Memorial in the centre of town?"

I knew Bob would be in the clear as he was with Samantha during the immediate aftermath and my alibi was also full-proof as I had been at the hospital or in a cell all night.

So I said, "Lets get them back in."

Things moved quickly after that, DS Taylor accompanied me to my house and we viewed the video together. As I had remembered it did show Sally, begging not to be abused any more, and that she had only submitted to him under duress.

DS Taylor asked for a copy of the video clip and looking at me pointedly, said, "If I were you, I would 'lose' that PC, I don't think you are being completely honest about the chain of events leading up to last night. Their defence attorneys may decide to apply to subpoena it. If there are any other recordings on the hard drive relating to last night's activities or previous encounters it may damage the prosecution case!" She winked at me and left, she was one smart lady.

After she left, I removed the hard drive from the PC and dropped it off at my parent's house for safe keeping. As I drove to the hospital I tried to come to terms with my emotions.

I was confused about my relationship with Sally, yes she was a cheating, lying slut, but in my heart I had some sympathy for how she had been tricked, drugged and abused. Granted she had deliberately set out to fuck him in Scotland and showed little remorse for actions, but how sure was I, that I had not contributed to her decision in some way!

Her parents were sitting in the waiting room with Amy and Pippa. When I walked up, the girls threw themselves into my arms and we all wept. I realised we were making quite an exhibition standing there, so I gently disengaged myself and took Sally's father aside for a word. He pre-empted my words by saying, "It's Ok you don't have to explain anything, DS Taylor was just here and she has told us what has been happening, We owe you an apology, we should have known that you loved Sally too much to ever harm her."

A tall distinguished looking dark skinned man entered the waiting room and asked if we were Sally's family and when we confirmed we were, introduced himself as hr consultant physician. He told us she had regained consciousness, was off the life support system and breathing normally. He warned us she had a long way to go before she would be fully recovered and that she was asking for me. I rose to go to her, but he restrained me, gently taking my arm and guiding me into his office. 

"I need to talk to you first" he said.

He explained that he was aware of some of the background to her case and cautioned me to try not to upset her. He said her mind is in a delicate state of balance he intended to refer her to a psychiatrist. He explained, her problems are more than just physical and in his opinion she had major behavioural issues to face before she could hope to resume a normal life again. 

I told him, I also had some major problems to address and that the events leading up to last night had led me to believe that divorce was the only option left to me. He said he understood that, but could I please make no mention of that until Sally had received some treatment from her psychiatrist. 

"Look," he said, "I'm not saying you need to tell her that everything is alright between you, but just tell her you are deferring any decision until she has had a chance to recover from her ordeal. "Please," he begged, "leave her with some hope that you will be able to forgive her. She needs a rock to cling to and you are her rock right now."

Faced with that dilemma what would you do? She was my wife for eighteen year's and had borne my children. Did that outweigh her blatant infidelity? I asked him to take me to see her and he guided me to her room and left us alone. 

She looked pale and was lying with her eyes closed, I thought she was asleep, so I remained silent/ I just stood looking down at the love of my life and started to think of the good things we had shared. Her skin had that slightly jaundiced yellow tinge to it and her face was also bruised. I thought to myself abstractly as I stood there pondering what to do, I noticed that she must have taken a couple of blows to her face during the course of her gangbang. Isn't it funny how weird the mind works in times of stress.

I moved to her bedside and took her hand in mine and slowly caressed it. She opened her eyes and the tears just fell down onto her cheeks. My determination to be cool and clinical in any conversation dissolved, I reached down and putting my arms on her shoulders pulled her to me. She wept for a long time and slowly, I felt her relax, her breathing becoming more even and eventually she slept. She made a slight moan as I gently disengaged myself, but did not awaken. I left her and went to see my girls and her parents as I entered Sally's mother was first to hug me and hold me. She pulled back and handed me a tissue for me to blow my nose. When I had regained control of my emotions, I told them what the Consultant had said and that I had deferred any decision until Sally had recovered. The girls asked if they could go in to her and I said yes, but warned them not to disturb her. 

I sat with her parents and her Dad asked, "Do you believe you can ever forgive her?"

I simply said, "I just don't know, I 'm so full of conflicting emotions at the moment, but I think Sally and I both need to seek some form of counselling if we were to have any chance of patching things up." 

I immediately corrected myself, "No, patching things up is not what I want, I know we cannot go back to how it used to be, too many things have happened and the trust we had in each other until recently had been lost forever."

"I know I still love her, one cannot just turn off eighteen years of marriage and start acting as if one does not care any more!" I said, "But I can assure you, I am not ready to give up on Sally while there is any chance that we can recover our love."

Her dad said, "We cannot ask you for anything more than that. You have been like the son we never had and we love you so much. You are a good man, a good father and whatever the eventual outcome, we know that you will not give up until you have explored every avenue first."

We talked some more and eventually Amy came back and said, "She's awake now and wishes to see her us all together, so we all trooped into her room, she looked much better, the twins had obviously taken the opportunity to apply some make up to her face and comb her hair before letting us back in. 

Sally tried to smile, but she was finding it too difficult, so gave up and said, "I need to say this in front of you all. I have no excuse for my recent behaviour. I have been selfish, greedy and disrespectful to my husband. I cannot undo the events, I can only apologise to you all, but particularly to you Jack, I'm sorry for the pain and distress I have caused you and can only hope that, in time you will be able to forgive me." 

She continued with a sigh, "I will not fight the divorce, and the girls can live with whoever they prefer."

Now I am not one for snap decisions, but at that moment I realised that despite everything I WANTED to fight for her, for my marriage and for our future.

"Hey," I said to her, "Are you not prepared to fight for me, for our marriage? It's not like you to surrender without a fight, that's not my Sally, not the girl I married!"

Sally looked up and her eyes showed only sadness she said quietly, "Jack, I am not the girl you married and never can be again. I am a slut who betrayed your trust and defiled our marriage. Sorry but, I'm just not worth fighting for."

I was at a loss for a moment, there it was, I could just walk away and nobody would criticise my actions or I could stand and fight. 

It was Amy who tipped the balance, she must have seen the indecision in my face as I struggled with myself.

She went to her mother and taking her hand said, "It's make your mind up time Mum, you can lie there and resign yourself to a life without the man you have always loved, or you can look him in the eye and tell him you want to fight for your marriage and your children's love. Give up this fight and you will lose not only your husband but your daughters as well."

Sally looked at both our daughters and she could see the determination in their eyes.

"OK, I will try, I love you both so much, I have already lost your father's love and respect already but I don't want to lose your love as well!"

The effort had clearly tired her as she just let her head fall back onto the pillow and closed her eyes. I motioned for the girls and her parents to leave us and when they had gone, I took Sally's hand and kissed it. 

She opened her eyes and I told her, "When you get out of here the hard work starts."

She just nodded and drifted off to sleep.

They kept Sally in for another 24 hours before releasing her with strict instructions on after care. 

We started seeing the therapist straight away, at first individually and after a few sessions, we would go together. It wasn't easy, bearing our souls to one another and revealing our innermost thoughts to criticism.

We still had major rows, when one of us would utter something inappropriate or insensitive. It would strike a raw nerve and the anger would explode. If I am honest, I was usually the one who would explode. I could not get the picture of her being triple teamed out of my head and every time Sally even looked at another man, I felt my jealous nature rise, but gradually things seemed to improve.

Our social life was very low key, Sally quickly found that she was effectively shunned by her former so called golfing friends. She could not face the whispering or the critical looks she drew whenever she entered the clubhouse. She had resigned her captaincy immediately but, despite of the behaviour of her former friends she decided to retain her membership from the Golf Club at least until the renewal subscription was due. Neither of us played much golf now. We took up cycling for exercise and we came to enjoy it, eventually. 

I said our former friends started to shun us, not strictly true, some of our true friends really stood by us and helped us to overcome the whispers and comments until we could just about laugh at them. 

Foremost among those was Bob and, wait for it, Samantha. The confirmed bachelor had been tamed. We had invited for dinner one evening during August and he asked if he could bring a date. This was unusual, as he had never brought any of his girlfriends before. He arrived first and alone, we made no comment until Amy, bursting curiosity had to demand: "So where is she, this woman who has broken both my heart and Pippa's?"

Just then the doorbell rang and Pippa raced to answer. Her mouth gaped in surprise when she saw Samantha standing in the doorway. Bob rather sheepishly went to the door and taking her hand, drew her into the hall. 

"Samantha and I have been seeing each other for a few weeks now. She and Jerry are soon to be divorced, the papers have already been served whilst he was on remand. It's early days yet for us and you are the first to know, we wanted to tell you before the gossip mongers start."

Sally just went to first Sally and hugged her, then turned to Bob with a twinkle and said, "So you have finally forsaken me and found another woman?" Bob seeing her remark for what it was, flirted back and said, "Well you had your chances with me, but you found the better man." He smiled and added, "You know that, don't you?"

Sally eyes filled with tears and Bob was stricken that he had inadvertently re-opened barely healed wounds.

I just pulled Sally to me, kissed her and said with a smile, "Yer damned right, I'm the better man! Hands off!" Sally just clung to me until she recovered her composure, then fled to the kitchen. I made to follow her, but Samantha held me back by my arm and said, "Please, let me talk to her." She followed Sally into the kitchen, but all we could hear were murmurs as the conversed.

The rest of us took refuge in setting the table for dinner until the meal was served. As Sally and Samantha brought the food into the dining room, I watched Sally closely and was relieved to see her composure restored. Whatever they had talked about, seemed to have the right effect and she was much more like her old self during dinner. The earlier awkwardness eased as the wine started to loosen our tongues.

The evening, after that sensitive start was a great success. After dinner the girls retired to their I pods and the talk between the four of inevitably turned to he upcoming trial. Sally confirmed that she intended to be a witness but added she was very nervous what might happen. We tried to reassure her, but I could see that she was close to breaking down. I swiftly changed the subject and asked Samantha what was happening at work, I had taken leave of absence and was due to return the following week. She brought me up to date and said her Dad had resumed the as MD and would stay until we decided on any replacement. By the time Bob and Samantha came to leave, we were all in good spirits.

That night was the first time since the incident that Sally and I tried to make love. She was willing, in fact, eager to show her love for me. She came to bed with a very short, transparent black nightie. I could see her unfettered breasts swaying as she crossed the floor towards me. My erection was rampant and I felt my desire for her grow, my breathing almost stopped as she posed just like a model in a men's magazine and then she shrugged her shoulders allowing it to fall off her breasts. I could wait no longer and pulled her to me, we kissed deeply our tongues searching deep into each others mouth as our passion grew.

It took moments for her to lose the nightgown and she straddled my torso. As I lay under her my eyes were drawn to her breasts, I could not help but notice the dark red weal's where Samuels had struck her and my erection died. I cried out in anguish and Sally realising what had happened, jumped off me ran to the en-suite bathroom crying.

I followed her into the bathroom. She was sitting on the toilet seat just rocking back and forth hugging herself in her misery. I dropped to my knees and put my arms around her and we both wept.

She kept saying, "Jack, Jack my love. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Will we ever get it together again!"

I tried to reassure her and explained, "It was just the sight of those welts on your breast that brought it all back to me. I don't know why. But my erection just died."

We talked for some time and agreed we needed to discuss this at our next therapy session. We went back to bed where I gently started kissing her. I wanted to reassure her and started caressing her breasts. I let my kisses desert her lips and I started to nibble at her ears and I felt the beginnings of her desire respond to my stimulation. When my lips found her nipples she started moaning in her desire. After a few minutes, she pushed my head down and I knew that her need was reaching fever pitch, her long legs opened to give my head access to her centre of desire. 

I plunged my tongue into her pussy, licking at her soaking labia. Her legs imprisoned my head between her rocking thighs and had to use my fingers on her tight rosebud to get her to release my head so that I could breathe. She bucked her hips and humped my face until she screamed in orgasm. She pulled my off her pussy and drew me up to kiss me, her tongue searching for mine. 

When she came down from her orgasm, she delved down on me and took my limp phallus into her mouth, sucking and nibbling in a desperate attempt to restore it's hardness. It was to no avail, despite my best efforts, she failed to get it to rise to the occasion. She continued to try and stimulate me but eventually I had to pull her off me and I had to tell her, "I'm sorry, but it's hopeless, the pictures just keep repeating on my head." 

Sally was distraught and she cried, " Oh shit, what have I done to you, you don't want me any more?"

I just held her and assured her we would work to find a solution and I would be able to fuck her to her hearts content. We fell asleep eventually, but I knew we were both deeply troubled by this turn of events.




The Lady Captains Year Ch. 05



As August turned to September, Sally and I continued to go to therapy, but we were not making much progress. Sally also had private sessions and she refused to share what was discussed during these.

September changed into October and our sex life was limited to my oral stimulation of Sally, oh, the desire was there, my erection would be there right up to the point of penetration then it would vanish. I was frustrated and so was Sally. 

We had discussed the problem with our therapist and he just kept saying, "Give yourself some time, if there is no improvement by Christmas, I will suggest you attending a specialist colleague. 

Sally was not happy with this answer and shocked me by asking him, "If Jack and I sat and watched the videos of that night together, would that help us?" He firmly advised us against it. 

What shocked me more, was that we still had the videos as I had given Sally the hard drive, told her what was on it and she was to destroy it. It worried me that she kept the bloody thing and it started my suspicions all over again.

When we got home, I sat her down and asked her, "Why have you kept the hard drive?"

She was evasive at first, then realising that I was not going to drop it, admitted, "I have been watching it when you have been at work."

"Why?" I asked.

She cried, "God help me, but it turns me on. I MASTURBATE when I watch it, I can't help it, I need the release I get when I see myself getting gang fucked!"

I was lost, I tried to understand what she he just admitted. Eventually, I said, "Is this just some voyeuristic or masochistic need or do you want relive the events of that night?"

She cried and said, "Some deeply sick part of me wants to be dominated and used like that again, but my rational mind knows that it will destroy us. I don't WANT that and I don't want the sick part of me to DESTROY us!"

I took her hand and said, "I believe you and trust you in this, but since I have a problem in performing sexually, I cannot and will not prevent you from seeking satisfaction in that manner."

"Do you mean you want me to gang bang other men?" She asked.

"NO, I'm not saying that, I'm not sure what I want. I'm not sure if I can live with you if you do fuck other men." I answered.

Sally was adamant and said, "That being the case, it will not happen, I will not risk losing you again!"

"But the idea attracts you, doesn't it?" I persisted.

"Yes" she admitted quietly.

Sally looked at me a said, "This discussion has been quite a revelation, I think we needed to have it! Have you looked at it since that night?"

I shook my head and said, "I couldn't face it on my own, I was scared of my reaction at the time."

She asked, "What was your reaction?"

I told her, "I was at once both repelled, fascinated and aroused at the same time. If Samantha and Bob were not with me or I would have masturbated when you lay there and demanded more cock."

Sally then said, "I suggest we watch the video together and see what happens?"

I agreed and she went and connected the hard drive to the PC. I was surprised at her having the knowledge of how to do this, she had never shown any interest in computers before, but shelved the questions that arose from this for the time being.

She asked if we could run a feed to the flat screen TV in the bedroom, as we were less likely to disturb the twins and that we would be more comfortable watching from our bed. I agreed and quickly hooked up the Hard drive to my laptop and from there to the TV.

Sally went into the en-suite to undress and I shed my clothes, my excitement growing in anticipation. Sally asked if I was ready for her and I called her in. 

She had put on the red half cup bra, and suspender belt but left off the panties!

She sidled up to me and said, "See anything you like?"

I grinned at her and pulled her to me. She must have felt my hard dick pressing into her belly, so she reached down and stroked it gently. "That's more like the man I love, but let's watch the entertainment for a bit!"

We sat up with our backs to the braced against the headboard, with cushions to ensure our comfort. I flicked the remote and the video started. Sally became engrossed in the action and her breathing deepened. She started rubbing her clit and moaning softly, I reached into the drawer located beneath the bed and handed her the biggest of our collection of vibrators. She accepted it without a word and started to ease it into her streaming tunnel. All the while, her eyes never left the action, I noticed that she was starting her first climax, and glanced at the TV and saw the cane as it lashed down on her abused tits. I could wait no longer, I took the vibrator from her and pushed her onto her hands and knees and readied myself to mount her. She just twisted away from., I thought for a minute she was leaving the bed, but she was only adjusting her position so she was facing the TV. 

Her eyes were still locked on the obscene images of her mounting that fat bastard Simmons as I plunged my throbbing member deep into her cunt! She pushed back and screamed at me, "Yes, yes, yesssss, fuck your slut wife, make me come, I need to come, look at him baby, his cock is deep inside, he's spending himself inside me now, can you see, watch me cum!"

As she screamed these words at me she started to shudder and she let out a howl as she came. I thought she would rest for a moment, but she immediately picked up the pace as I continued to pump my cock into her cunt. Her juices were streaming out of her and ran down my balls before dripping onto the sheets. I felt my balls contract, the need to plant my seed into her cheating cunt was so near, she sensed my climax coming and shout, "That's it baby, make me cum, I'm so close, so close, yesssss!" and she came once more. I felt my cock explode in her swampy cunt, for the first time in months, as deep inside her as I could reach!

It took us a while to come down from our shared orgasm, as we lay there covered in sweat and cum oozing out of her pussy, she looked at me and said, "Thank you, I am so happy, you make me so happy. I love you and want to share everything with you from now on."

Then noticing that the TV was still on, she drew my attention the action and to the state she was in, covered in spunk and frantically trying to pull the man on top of her in deeper at the same time sucking on a large cock. 

As we watched she reached over me and picked up the vibrator once more and asked me if I minded her fucking herself with her plastic toy. I just nodded, but deep down inside I wondered if I would ever be able to satisfy my wanton wife.

I watched torn between the action on the TV screen and the live show right beside me. She had at least one more orgasm as we watched the fucking on the TV degenerate into a gang bang. I watched as she was triple teamed and clearly loving it and found my cock starting to get hard. I motioned to Sally pointing out my growing erection, she smiled, dropped the vibrator and leaning over started to suck my cock deep into her mouth. God but she was good at that, she brought me to the brink several times, but would not let me come. When she had tormented me to the edge for about the fifth time I had to pull her off me. 

I said, "Your arse, I want to fuck your arse!"

She quickly assumed a position on her back and pulled her legs back and rested them on my shoulders. I reached down and wet my fingers in her juices and primed her puckered anus. When she was ready, I sank about an inch into her tight hole and waited for her anus to dilate enough to accept my turgid member. 

Sally was too impatient for that as she screamed, "Don't wait, ram the fucking thing into me as hard as you can, I want hard, I want deep and I want now!"

Inflamed by her words, I did as she demanded. She started to cum before I had fully penetrated her back passage, and once I started to pump in and out, she started to cum continuously. I picked the pace up and she was so far into the scene that her eyes started to roll in her head as her body shook and pulsated with lust. I could not hold back and felt my cock fire another load of semen deep into her bowels.

We were both totally shagged out and after a quick bathroom visit fell asleep in each other's arms.

The following morning, we slept late, we both needed to recover from our exertions and recharge our batteries. We discussed the events of he previous evening. "We know one thing for sure." she said, "There's nothing fundamentally wrong with you, you just need the right stimulus!" 

We talked about watching the video against the advice of our therapist and Sally said, "I am losing faith in whether seeing him is doing us any good, on the evidence of last night, the video certainly re-ignited some flames in our marriage!"

"Do you like watching me getting shagged like that or is it the SM bit that pushes your buttons?" 

I had to be honest and say, "It's think it's a bit of both really, I know I shouldn't enjoy watching you get abused, but it does trigger something in me I didn't know existed!"

"Do you think you could watch it if it was a live event?" she said nervously. "If you think you couldn't bear it, then I'll understand."

I evaded her question and instead asked her, "Do you want to do something like that again?" 

I was hoping with all my heart that she would say no, but my heart plummeted when she replied, "Look. I love you with all my heart and soul, you are my husband and love of my life, but that night released something in me I didn't know existed. Since that night I have struggled to keep the desire under control, I don't want to cheat on you ever again, but the temptation and desire to lose control and be used like a gutter tramp just keeps building. I jut think that sooner or later I will succumb to my base desires and I will end up losing you!"

I was stunned, my wife had just told me that she would almost certainly go out and find some men to realise her base desires. The problem I had was that I found very idea at the same time both repugnant in the extreme, but that it also appealed to my deepest fantasies.

I asked her, "Do you have any idea how long you can keep this need under control, before your lust takes over your rational mind?"

She said, "I just don't know, it has been nearly three months since it happened and I feel that I can still control my base urges, but it's getting harder and harder, I feel something's going to happen soon, not tomorrow or the next day, but soon. I know what it will do to us, but the desire keeps growing and the slightest suggestive remark cause me to flood my panties. I have to go and masturbate just to relieve the tightness in my stomach!" 

There was nothing I could say that would be other than platitudes, so I said, "Let's think on it. Maybe we between us we can find a solution, I still think therapy is the only way forward, three months is hardly giving it a chance to resolve our issues."

To be continued...



The Lady Captains Year Ch. 06



Chapter 6 The Lady Captain's Year – 
October

Carried over from Chapter 5

I asked her, "Do you have any idea how long you can keep this need under control, before your lust takes over your rational mind?"

She said, "I just don't know, it has been nearly ten weeks since it happened and I feel that I can still control my base urges, but it's getting harder and harder, I feel something's going to happen soon, not tomorrow or the next day, but soon. I know what it will do to us, but the desire keeps growing and the slightest suggestive remark cause me to flood my panties. I have to go and masturbate just to relieve the tightness in my stomach!"

There was nothing I could say that would be other than platitudes, so I said, "Let's think on it. Maybe we between us we can find a solution, I still think therapy is the only way forward, two months is hardly giving it a chance to resolve our issues."

As to September turned to October, I decided to defer any decision on the subject of allowing Sally to fuck other men until the trial of Samuels and his cohorts was over.

The trial date was upon us. I escorted Sally to the court building as we were both witnesses for the prosecution. When Samuels and the others were led into the courtroom and placed in the dock, the charges were read out. 

The Court Bailiff then asked each of them in turn, "How do you plead?" there was a gasp, as one by one they pleaded guilty. This was unexpected, as the prosecutor had told us all along that they all intended pleading not guilty. They were remanded for fourteen days to enable social services reports on their previous character to be collated. Following that, they would be sentenced. The judge specifically told Samuels, that as ringleader of this horrific attack, he could expect a long custodial sentence. Then they were taken down to the cells.

We were relieved but puzzled by this turn of events and as we exited the court and who should we meet but Bob and Samantha. Bob had the biggest smile on his face. Something clicked in my brain. 

"Did you have anything to do with them changing their plea?" I asked suspiciously.

He just smiled and said, "Time for a celebration drink." 

He never did tell me if he was responsible, he cut me off whenever I tried to quiz him about it.

As the month progressed our sex life was dominated by watching the video, followed by sex, but I could see that we were getting less and less aroused by the action on the video, while any attempt to make love as we used to, did not push Sally's buttons any more. I suspected that she faked her orgasms and she admitted as much when I challenged her. I was frustrated and so was Sally. 

We had again discussed the problem with our therapist and he just kept saying, "Give yourself some time, if there is no improvement by Christmas, I will suggest you attending a specialist colleague. 

Shortly after we returned home from the trial, Sally reopened the subject of broadening our sexual relationship. This time she broached it from a different angle. 

She said to me rather sheepishly, "If you were to agree to letting me sleep with other men, it would have to be with strangers, I couldn't bare to do it with people we know or where we might get recognised."

I was troubled by the whole prospect, on the one hand, I found myself aroused by the erotic nature of the proposal, on the other, I was sure it would spell the end of our marriage. I tried to explain this to Sally, but she continued to work on my reluctant stance over the next few days. Finally, we reached a form of agreement in that I would consent to Sally getting sex outside of our marriage only if I was present at all times. Sally agreed and then went onto discuss how we could arrange it.

"Where were you thinking of this up then?" I asked.

She didn't hesitate in replying, "I think we should go to Blackpool, somewhere with lots of young lads out on the razzle, plenty of sites to park Betsy and no nosy neighbours. Remember that site we went to before, it was just outside of town and very quiet, so we would be unlikely to be disturbed."

She had thought it all out I thought out, I realised suddenly, so before I could change my mind, I said, "OK, we will give it a try this once, but if either of us wants to stop, we just have to say Betsy and we stop immediately, agreed?"

Sally quickly agreed and was all over me. 

"Oh, thank you Jack, I promise you, I will make sure you have a weekend you will never forget!"

"We have the chance to take a long weekend approaching, how about we farm the twins out to your parents for the weekend and we go away in Betsy?" Sally suggested with a rather suggestive wink and smirk on her face.

I was taken aback by her suggestion, Betsy played a central part in her affair, she had taken her lover there on several occasions culminating in her gangbang. I had not been back to Betsy since that night, but the idea was not without it's merits, it was convenient, mobile and flexible as to where we located ourselves. Another plus was that the video cameras were still installed, so we could tape the action for our enjoyment later. 

The days to our long weekend seemed to drag by. The arrangements were made and all Sally and I had to do was to fix Betsy up and repair the mess left after the gang bang party. The Police had also be tramping all over the van, trying to find evidence of drug abuse and they were not too bothered about how they left things after their search was completed. When we approached Betsy, Sally was very nervous and worried about what we would find. I was also worried, as I was not sure if Betsy had been locked properly after the police were finished, but as it turned out she was at least secure when we arrived. 

It must have taken us five hours to complete the task. Betsy was in a complete shambles, we had to was strip everything out, bed, bedding and carpets included before we could start the cleaning job. 

We just simply threw the bedding out. It was not only covered in semen, but there were traces of blood, presumably from Sally's abused anus. The sheets were still damp from the alcohol and drinks spilt in their passion to get at Sally. Eventually she was in pristine condition and ready for our road trip that weekend.

At last the Friday of the long weekend was upon us, I had taken the day off to make the weekend stretch to four days. It would also give us a head start on the heavy weekend traffic. We started out at 10AM, anticipating the journey would take us a good five hours. We picked up the M40 motorway and headed North. The weather forecast was poor and we started out in pouring rain, a typical English Autumn, but the weather could not dampen Sally's spirits, she was struggling to contain her excitement. It was infectious and I soon shared her anticipation of the events to come.

As we travelled, I asked her how she planned to get herself laid. 

She said with a pout and sideways glance at me, "Do you think I cannot get men to notice me?" 

I took my eyes off the road for a second and glanced at her seated on the swivel co-pilots chair. She turned towards me and spread her legs, she was bare under her short denim skirt. Her freshly shaved pussy was glistening with her arousal.

I almost lost it as Betsy weaved a little erratically, horns were blaring as cars took evasive action to miss colliding with me. I told Sally to behave herself or we would be spending our weekend in hospital. 

She laughed and said, "Spoilsport." 

I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she slowly started to unbutton her blouse, one, two then three buttons leaving her deep cleavage exposed to anyone in a position to see into the cab. Fortunately, we were a bit higher off the road than most cars, but lorries were a different proposition and quite a few drivers saw more just the road that morning.

We pulled in at a service station on the M6 for a toilet break and lunch. As we ran across the parking area in the pouring rain and towards the facilities, Sally did nothing to conceal her bulging tits as they tried to escape from her bra. She was soaking wet by the time we reached the entrance, the wet blouse plastered to her body, causing her hard nipples to be plainly visible through the material of her blouse and bra. 

I watched the reaction of the men as they first clocked her tits. Many looked and just walked on, but quite a few, stopped and waited for her to approach them. Sally was fully aware of the reaction she was getting and just thrust her tits out and strutted past them and into the ladies toilets.

On returning to Betsy, Sally prepared some lunch and she had a glass on wine, whilst I made do with a Coke. She sat opposite me in the back of the van, facing the large window. She kept parting her legs exposing her pussy to my gaze, my erection was hard and painful, she noticed my predicament and said, "I better take care of that before you start driving or we may never get there!" 

She dropped to her knees in front of me and took my throbbing cock into her mouth and proceeded to suck me off. I came in a matter of minutes and before she could get back up, pushed her onto the floor and delved between her legs, my tongue searching for clit. As I licked, sucked and nibbled on her drenched labia and clit, she started to moan and buck as if trying to throw me off, but I clamped myself to her pussy and she soon started her orgasm.

As we came down, I restored my cock to it's place in my trousers and with a quick kiss to Sally, I resumed the driving seat and started the last leg of our trip north. Sally remained where she was for a little while and then went and lay on the bed. I adjusted the mirror and could see her lying there. She was playing with her vibrator, slowly pushing the buzzing member in and out of her pussy. I had to move the mirror back as I was sure if I continued to be distracted, I would surely crash. She rejoined me as we peeled off the M6 onto the M55 for the final few miles into Blackpool. 

The campsite we had selected was as we remembered and after checking in, we were told to park up wherever we liked. The site was quiet, but the manageress told us they were expecting more arrivals, mainly caravans but also some campers. We selected a spot near enough to the toilet block and showers to be accessible, but far enough away to be out of range of the sound of flushing toilets. Though Betsy had her own facilities, the shower and toilet was a pain to connect up, for a short stay, so we preferred to use the facilities provided where possible. Electricity was a simple plug attachment so we had mains power for all catering and entertainment needs.

Sally couldn't wait to get showered after our trip, so she took off for the shower block leaving me to connect up the services and prepare Betsy for the evening's activities. I must have sat around for about thirty minutes, thinking Sally was a long time at the shower block, so getting a little worried, I walked over to the block. I could hear the sound of laughter coming from the ladies section when I was still about 20 yards away. Curious, I walked quietly round to the side of the block where there were windows set high just under the single storey unit eaves. 

One of the windows was slightly open and I could hear Sally clearly enjoying talking with another female. They were discussing where to go for a good evening's entertainment. In the course of the conversation, Sally asked the other girl, "Where would you suggest is the best pick up place for meeting some young lads?"

The girl replied, naming several pubs within easy walking distance, but she also said, the bar and entertainment in the club on-site would be heaving later on, as a group of lads from Glasgow were booked in and that they would probably just congregate there this evening, as they were going to be late arrivals. She said the food was pretty good there also, if we just wanted a bar snacks type menu.

I heard Sally say, "We will maybe see you later on then, around eight? OK?" 

The other girl said, "I hope so, it will be good to let my hair down, my husband never takes me out nowadays, so this is my big chance to show off."

With that, I retreated back to Betsy to await Sally's return. When she came back, she was still dressed in her denim skirt and blouse and went to change. I walked into the bedroom as she was selecting her clothes for the evening. She made no mention of her meeting anyone, so I just held my silence, though I was curious to hear what else she had arranged for the evening.

I asked Sally, "What do you want to do tonight?" 

She said simply, "I want to get fucked silly, after all that's what we came here for!"

Then she said, "Why don't we start here at the site club, I'm told the food is ok and there are some Scottish lads due in tonight, so we may just get lucky!"

I said sure, and watched her as she got dressed. She had selected a short mini skirt that revealed her long tanned legs and a tube crop top, that barely kept her braless breasts contained. 

"No panties?" I asked. 

"What's the point, I don't intend to keep them on for long, I want to be ready for action at the first opportunity."

We had a drink in the van before we left for the club. Sally looked me straight in the eye and asked, "Your sure about this? We can still pull out, if you want." 

I said, "Just remember our safe word and make sure we don't get separated. I am nervous you may get into something that gets out of control." 

"I love you Jack, I will be careful what I drink, I want to enjoy the experience to the full and not have any alcohol induced gaps in the event."

We arrived at the club and ordered some food. The place was fairly busy, even this early and Sally was drawing a fair bit of attention from the guys at the bar. There was the usual nudges and head nodding between the group of older men at the bar, but there wives, obviously sensing the focus of their husband's attention quickly moved in to claim their men's attention. By the time we had finished our food, the place had filled up. 

A good looking, busty lady who looked about thirty five and stacked walked over with a harassed and unhappy looking man. She talked to Sally for a few minutes before Sally introduced me to the lady and her husband. She was called Janet and her husband Alan. Sally explained that she and Janet had met at the shower clock earlier in the day. I went over to the bar with Alan to get the girls some drinks. Alan said he could not stop long as they had left their two kids on their own and he felt guilty leaving them alone. I asked what age they were and he told me their eldest was eleven and the younger one only seven, a boy and a girl. Alan fairly gulped down his drink and made his apologies, but it was his turn to baby-sit. Janet made know attempt to follow him and just continued to talk to Sally, ignoring her husband as he left. 

While they were chatting, I took the opportunity to inspect Janet. She was a good looking girl, she must have been about five foot five with a 36D bust, fairly narrow waist and pretty broad hips and slightly on the plump side. She was dressed in a skirt and v necked pull-over, that gaped a little as she stooped over to pick up her drink, she looked up to see me getting an eyeful and smiled, "This is my one chance to get out and let my hair down. Alan doesn't like going out and having some fun, but I miss the chance to be naughty!"

As predicted, around ten o'clock, a group of six Scots lads came into the bar and immediately started drinking. They wasted no time in sussing out where the good looking women were and since we had some spare seats, asked if hey could join us. Sally simply squeezed up to me to make more room on the bench seat we were parked on and the tallest of the boys squeezed in beside her. He introduced himself as James, and worked his way round the remainder of the party, Ian, Andrew, Jimmy, Pete and Colin. They were all in their twenties and they explained they were here on a golfing holiday. 

Sally said, "Six is an odd number, did you have some drop outs?" 

"Yes, two of the lads had to drop out today, one with work commitments and the other because his wife went into labour this morning, a bit inconsiderate of her, since the trip is all paid for." He said with a laugh.

Sally said, "Jack and I both play and have our clubs with us, if you need someone to make up the numbers."

James was a bit wary of committing the group to accepting until he heard what Sally's handicap was, then it was all smiles. So that was fixed, we made the numbers up to two fourballs and we were advised that their Tee Time at Royal Lytham GC was 09.00 so we would have to be on the road by 08.00. 

The guys had a kitty and asked if we wanted to join, so I added our money to the bag handed to me and was told it was my turn to get them in. While I was at the bar, the lads took the opportunity to get closer to Sally and Janet. I watched with amusement as they all vied to get into the seat I had vacated to go to the bar. Sally was trapped between James and Ian and when I returned, they quickly moved slightly apart. A few more rounds and I was feeling no pain, Sally and Janet were well gone, but the lads, perhaps because they were later getting started, were still pretty sober. 

Sally announced she had to go to the ladies and Janet went with her. Ian and James decided it was time that they paid a visit as well. I took no notice of the time as the other guys were telling golfing stories and jokes so it must have been about thirty minutes later, I realised that they had not returned. I excused myself and went looking for them. The Gents was empty and so it appeared was the Ladies as no sound was emitting from there. I went out the Fire Escape door that was propped open to allow some fresh air in, it was hot in the bar. There was the usual stuff out the back, waste skips, beer barrels and a tented gazebo that was used by smokers, as smoking is banned inside public places. There were some plastic tables & chairs located in the gazebo, but they were unoccupied. I was about to give up my search, when I heard a giggle and slap that sounded like a hand on flesh. It sounded as though the noise had come from the back of the Shower Block, so I wandered over and soon spied Sally with her arms around the neck of Ian, her skirt around her waist and legs locked around his waist. 

They were not screwing at that point, but it was clear it would not take much more encouragement from Sally for Ian to start fucking her there and then. I interrupted them and they quickly broke apart, trying to act as though nothing had happened. 

I told them, "It's last orders at the bar, I suggest we return to Betsy for a night cap."

They quickly agreed and collecting the others transferred the party to Betsy. It was bit crowed and somewhere along the way we lost Janet, James and Andrew. Sally wasted no time in getting some music on whilst I prepared the drinks. When I returned to lounge, Sally was already locked in a kiss with Ian and his hands were under her skirt and caressing her arse!

The others, seeing no reaction from me, moved in and started pushing up against her backside and trying to cop a feel at her tits. Sally moved slightly apart from Ian to enable them to have access to her tits and pussy. It did not take long for her dress to be stripped off and the party to move into the bedroom. 

Sally was laid on the bed on her back, Ian was between her legs in an instant, sucking and licking her labia. Jimmy placed himself at her head and offered her his hard cock. Sally greedily started sucking him deep into her mouth. The two guys finished undressing and just got alongside her and played with her breasts, bringing her already aroused nipples to hard elongated points. I have never seen Sally so aroused, she was bucking against Ian's tongue and making low moaning sounds from somewhere deep in her throat.




The Lady Captains Year Ch. 06



Sally managed to withdraw her mouth from Jimmy's cock and told Ian to get on his back, which he speedily accomplished. Sally wasted no time in mounting him, and the look of pure lust came over her face as she slowly lowered herself onto his rigid member.  

Sally called out "Jimmy, you get my arse, but use some lubrication oil first, I don't want to end up bleeding when that monster fills my bum!"

He moved to comply with her commands and he was soon easing himself into her stretched anus. Pete and Colin positioned themselves to gain access to her swinging tits and were soon pulling on her nipples, causing her breasts to elongate painfully. Sally started her first orgasm, as they tripled teamed her holes and she seemed to start a continuous stream of them as they pounded her body. 

Ian and Jimmy did not last long and they soon erupted into her receptive body. They withdrew and were immediately replaced by Pete and Colin, they were not as well endowed length wise as Ian and Jimmy, but Colin had the thickest prick I have ever seen. 

Sally had one look at that and said, "Sorry, you are not putting that monster in my bum, you will have to make do with my pussy!"

As they started pounding both her holes, Sally started to orgasm on a continuous basis. Her body was vibrating with pleasure as they took her to the heights of ecstasy. At the pace they were going they clearly were not going to last too long, and with a final shudder, they both exploded within her almost simultaneously. As they withdrew from her, I looked down at her gaping holes and watched as their combined sperm oozed from her.

They guys quickly got dressed, thanked us both and said they would see us in the morning. As soon as they had left, I dived between her still spread legs and started to eat the cum from her oozing cunt and arse. I brought her to another orgasm, before she pulled my head from between her sweaty thighs and ordered me to fuck her. I pushed my throbbing cock into sopping cunt. I could not feel any resistance, she had been stretched so much. I humped her as fast as I could and felt myself, tighten before exploding deep inside her cunt. At that totally spent, we fell into a deep sleep.

The following morning, Sally and I had little time for discussion about the previous night's activities as we were awakened by the lads knocking at the door, time for our golf date. Sally and I were split up, I travelled with Ian and Jimmy, whilst Sally went with James and Andrew. When we reached the course, it was a somewhat dishevelled Sally that emerged from the back seat with James. I looked at her closely to see her skirt was up around her waist, her panties clearly wet in front as she pulled her skirt down to cover herself. As I gave her an enquiring look, she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. I was drawn with James, I and Jimmy and we were first to tee off. We did not see much of the other four-ball, but they kept up with us the hole way round so nothing much could have happened on the course. 

After lunch and few beers, we headed back and again sally and I travelled separately arriving back at Betsy almost together. 

Without a word being spoken, Sally led them all into Betsy and with a quick instruction to me, "Jack, be a sweetie and get our clubs out of the car and as I'm going to be busy for a while, why don't you take a walk and I'll see you later!" With that she closed the door firmly in my face and locked it.

I was dumbstruck, this was not our agreement about this weekend, I knocked at the door, but the only response I got was when Ian stuck his head out the passenger window and said, "Fuck off Jack!, Sally will be well fucked when you get back. It's two now, so best leave it till around six, that should give us enough time to give her what she needs." 

With that, he wound the window back up and all I could hear was Sally screaming, "Fuck me hard, both of you, fuck me hard NOW!"

I shouted once more, "Sally, Betsy¸ Betsy, I know you can hear me, you know what this means, please stop now?"

The only response I could hear was Sally urging them, "Ignore him and just fuck me hard, keep fucking me hard, make me your slut!"

I tried to shut out the sounds of her passion, but they remained haunting me as I turned and walked away.

I don't know where I walked that afternoon, but I must have covered a lot of ground as I was plain knackered when I eventually returned to the site. As I walked towards Betsy, I noticed the door was wide open and a group of young boys, probably no more than thirteen or fourteen years old were peering in the door watching someone or something going on inside. When they saw me approach they quickly scarpered, laughing and smirking as they ran away. I walked to the door and the site that greeted me would haunt me for years to come. 

Sally was on her back, lying on the breakfast table with the old guy the cleaned the toilets busy fucking away between her legs, with Sally urging him, "Fuck me you fat bastard, make me cum, I want you to cum inside my cunt!" 

As I approached, they were so busy, they did not hear me approach, I grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him off my wife, just as he started to ejaculate, splashing his cum all over my loving wife's tits and belly. She started to protest, when she suddenly realised that I was standing there, but instead of any remorse, she simply smiled with cum all over her face and hair and said, "What took you so long lover, are you ready to finish me off?"

I was speechless, anger was coursing through my body, so I simply turned away and started to prepare Betsy for leaving the site.

After about 10 minutes, I found time to say, "You have fifteen minutes to get yourself cleaned up, we're leaving then, ready or not!"

Sally asked, "What's wrong, I thought this you were Ok with my having a slutty weekend?"

"The way you have behaved this afternoon is not what we agreed to. You must of heard me make the agreed stop call, but you not only chose to disregard it, you positively made a point of rubbing my nose in your total contempt for me and our marriage. This weekend is over as of now, if you don't like it, I suggest you take what you want and arrange to stop with your Scots friends. I 'm sure they will be happy to accommodate you for a couple of days at least."

She stopped short at that last statement and said, "Very well, I will be ready to leave with you in fifteen minutes, but this discussion is not over!"

When she returned from the showers, she was a sight more presentable than when she had left Betsy. She had showered removing all visible signs of her recent debauchery and changed into a short summer dress. She had also donned a bra as the straps were visible at the shoulders. Sally came over to stand beside me as I started Betsy and manoeuvred her out of the parking site and towards the main road. 

Sally said slyly, "Jack, it's pretty late to be driving all the way home, why don't we just travel to Southport and stop there overnight and resume tomorrow?"

What she had said made sense, I was too tired and pent up for such a long drive anyway, so I agreed as long as she promised me no more shenanigans from now on. She agreed, so I turned south and completed the relatively short journey in just over 30 minutes. Finding a site took us a little longer, but we finally found one and I connected up the utilities while Sally made us supper. By unspoken agreement, we did not discuss the events of the afternoon and once we had cleared away the supper dishes Sally suggested we take walk into town and maybe have a drink somewhere

We walked along the main street, mostly window shopping¸ but not word was exchanged between us. We were both lost in our own thoughts, I was contemplating what future our marriage held. I knew I could take no more, as much as I loved her, I could not accept her total disrespect for me and the trust was gone. Sally pointed out a pub that looked pretty busy and suggested we stop for a drink, I agreed, I was ready for a drink and went to the bar to buy us both a drink. When I returned form the bar, Sally was chatting to a group of men playing pool, so I handed her the wine she had asked for and suggested we find a seat. 

She just shrugged and said, "You'll be lucky, it's mobbed in here. You go find one, I'll just wait here and chat with these guys."

I felt deflated, I was being dismissed again, so I said, "I am leaving when I finish this drink¸ if you intend to stay longer our marriage is over!"

She turned to me and hissed, "Don't you issue ultimatums to me, you agreed to this weekend and it's not over until we get home."

With that she turned back to and started to resume their conversation. 

I quickly drained my pint and tapped Sally's shoulder and said, "I am leaving now, are you coming?"

She looked straight at me with a challenge in her eye and said, "I'll see you later."

I turned and left her there.

Back at Betsy, I tried to read a book, but threw it down after a few minutes, I got up and paced around hoping that Sally would burst in the door any minute and we would try to get ourselves back together, but it never happened.

I must have fallen asleep on the couch as I was abruptly awakened by my mobile phone ringing. I looked at the time, after midnight, a quick look round told me that Sally was not yet back as I groped for the phone. The call display told me it was Sally, I just terminated the call unanswered. She was a big girl I thought and knew exactly what she was doing, I was too emotionally drained to care anymore.

I awoke the following morning around nine, a quick look told me all I needed to know, no Sally. 

I tried her mobile and was not surprised when a male voice answered, "Your Sally's a bit busy at the moment, I'd let you talk to her but her mouth's full at present. I got to tell you, she's just about fucked us out and we are about to call in reinforcements! We will call you when we have finished with her, so don't you worry too much, she's being well looked after!"

At that he hung up and when I call back, her number was unobtainable. the bastard had switched her phone off!

I was gutted, I had kept some hope that she would have returned late last night, but in my heart I knew it was finally over. It was Sunday morning and I debated with myself whether I should simply pack up Betsy and set off for home, leaving the bitch to find her own way back¸ but I knew she had no money or credit cards with her, so I decided that I owed her after eighteen years of marriage, to at least get her home. I waited all day for the call, but none came so before going to bed that night, I prepared Betsy for a quick get away the following morning. Sod it, I thought if she's not her by the morning, she can find her own way back.

It was the following morning very early when I was awakened by my phone. Groggily I looked at the time, 05.00, good god I thought as I accepted the call. The message was direct and to the point. 

"You'll find your wife in the Gents Toilet on the promenade, better bring something to wrap around her, she seems to have lost what she had on!" he said with a laugh.

"We had left some video and pictures of her time with us on her phone just to remind her of what a good slut she is. enjoy" and then he hung up.

I quickly got myself dressed and drove Betsy to the Promenade Toilets. I entered the Gents and at first did not see her and was about to leave when I heard a moan emanating from one of the stalls. I pushed the door open and there she was, my wife completely nude with legs spread to support her on the toilet. She was semi conscious and I noted the dried sperm matting her hair and the bruises to her breasts. She also had a strip of 3" Sticky tape stuck to her body, running from her pubis and between her legs, where it disappeared behind her. 

I heard some sounds of activity outside and decided that any closer inspection would have to wait until later. I managed to get her wrapped in the old raincoat I brought with me and pulled her to her feet. We staggered outside to Betsy and I got her into the van, putting her on the bed. She lay there, with the coat spilling open revealing her naked abused body to my gaze, she was still just about out of it, so I told her to lie there and sleep for a while.

I needed to move Betsy, she was parked on a double yellow line and would soon attract attention if I did not move her soon, so I got in the driver's seat and started driving towards home. I drove for about half an hour and decided I needed to eat and check on Sally, so I pulled off the road into a deserted industrial estate and looked for somewhere to park up. I was lucky and found a deserted warehouse and driving round to the rear loading bay, I spotted a hose pipe connected to a tap.

I parked Betsy next to the hose and I went into the back and took a closer look at Sally. She was a mess! In addition to the dried semen and bruising to her breasts, I noted at some point they had her breasts pierced and a small gold pin inserted in each nipple. Her neck was covered in bite marks and her lips were swollen. My eyes travelled further down her body till they reached where they had taped her. 

I started to peel off the tape and Sally uttered the first coherent words I had heard from her in over thirty six hours, "Please, no more, I need to rest, I can't take anymore without rest!"

I thought there is no easy way to remove the tape, best just to rip it off, so I did just that and Sally screamed in agony as I did so. Serves her right, I thought and on looking closer I saw that she had something stuck in her vagina. I gripped the end of what I thought was a bit of cellophane and watched in awe as a stick of rock (candy) still wrapped in it's cellophane cover emerged from her pussy. It was about 2" in diameter and 6" long, it was liberally coated with sperm and as I released it from her pussy, a stream of semen started oozing out of her.

I then looked at her anus, there was a piece of thin rope looped out of the entrance to her back passage. I gently tugged at the loop and Sally let out a soft moan and automatically raised her hips to ease the pressure on her tight ring. As I slowly pulled the rope out of her, I realised what I had a hold of, it looked like a novelty soap on a rope! As it emerged, I saw it was indeed soap, this one was shaped in the form of a phallus, 2.5" in diameter and as it fully released I saw it was about 7" long and completed with a huge bell end. It came out with a loud plop and this was quickly followed by a stream of semen and faecal matter. Fortunately, the old raincoat was still beneath her and this caught most of the leakage, saving the bed linen from ruin.

I thought to myself then, no wonder she could hardly walk when I collected her from the Gents Toilet.

I pulled a protesting Sally to her feet and frogmarched her to the hose and told her to wait there, not that she was capable of going anywhere under her own steam. Returning to Betsy, I grabbed a towel and a bottle of Fairy washing up liquid, it being the first soap to hand and a towel before going back to Sally. 

She was sitting on the tarmac with her back against the wall, I pulled the coat off her and turned on the hose, soaking her hair and body with the cold water. At first she tried to crawl away, but she did not have the strength to do even that, so she just sat there and let me wash her hair with the soap.

I had to wash her hair twice to get most of the dried sperm out and I could see she was starting to revive thanks to the effect of the freezing cold water. Hair attended to I got her to open her mouth and squirted a little washing up liquid into her mouth, and followed it swiftly with a little water. Sally swallowed instinctively and as I watched she started to heave and promptly threw up the entire contents of her stomach. There was little in the way of solids and she liberally spewed it all over herself before she could turn her head away to void the remainder on the ground beside her. 

I then turned my attention to her breasts and liberally soaped and washed her bruised tits and for the first time noticed the bastards had had her nipples pierced and small gold coloured pins were fixed in place! That explained the bruising and traces of blood on her breasts. I pulled her to her feet and turned her to face the wall and ordered her to place her hands against the wall and spread her legs. She simply did as ordered, obviously too cowed and defeated to object. I applied some soap to my hand and washed her pussy and anus to clean her down there and applying more soap stuck my fingers into her pussy and applied soap as far into her as I could before pushing the end of the hose into her and slowly turned the water on. She whimpered as the cold water shocked her insides, so I withdrew the hose and watched as the remaining sperm flushed out of her. I repeated the process to her anus, with similar results. 

A final hose down and I shut of the water, handing her the towel, I ordered her to dry herself and when she was dry to come back into Betsy. While she dried herself, I prepared breakfast for us both. She must have been starving, because she attacked the food and said nothing until she had finished the lot. She got up slowly and rather stiffly took the dishes and started to clear up, still saying nothing, but her eyes would not meet mine. 

Eventually, she started to cry and I resisted the urge to go to her, instead I said, "You realise we are finished now, don't you?" 

She just nodded then said, "I am sorry, I fucked up big style and I know it. I just couldn't help myself, I intended to finish the drink I was on and follow you, but they just kept touching me and I was lost from the moment they got their fingers into my pussy." After that, I just let them do as they liked and they used me and abused my at will, but at the same time, I was so turned on, the orgasms just kept coming and coming. I have never been so sexually sated in all my life, but they wouldn't stop even when I begged them. I must have passed out exhausted at some point because when I came to there were different men there and they started in on me all over again. God help me, but I responded to them and could not get enough of them. I must have passed out again, as when I came around, the some of the original guys were back looking for more and after that it was all a blur. I cannot remember anything else until you came for me. I will never forgive myself for the hurt I have caused you and repeat, I am so sorry I have screwed up our marriage."

Sally asked where her phone was and I suddenly remembered that they had told me her phone would be with her. I had not found it when I stripped the tape off her lower regions, so I went to the bin where I had thrown the tape and her phone was stuck to the tape. It was completely flat and would need to be recharged before it was useable, in any case I did not want to see what had been recorded on it. I threw it to her and told her that she could relive her last fling at her own convenience, but I was damned if I wanted anything more to do with her.

There was nothing more to say, so I got in the driver's seat and started out for home. Sally lay down on the bed and slept the whole way home. I dropped her at the house and told her to pack her things while I returned Betsy to her parking site and tidied up before returning home to an empty house. Sally was gone, as was her car. She had left a note saying she would be at her parents until she found a place of her own.

I went to my parents and collected the twins. They must have heard from Sally as they were all there to meet me, sitting in the lounge. I could see from their sombre faces that they were upset and both girls jumped up and gave me a hug, I explained that their mother and I had agreed to separate again and that this time it was for good. I reassured them that they would continue to live with me at home and that their mother would be able to see them whenever she wished.




The Lady Captains Year Ch. 06



The following day, I restarted the divorce proceedings, sorted out the financials, bank account credit cards etc. and made an appointment at the local clinic. The last thing I needed was to have caught an STD.

When I had completed these tasks, I phoned Sally and suggested she do the same. A few days later the clinic confirmed my fears and called me back for further treatment. I counted myself fortunate that all that was required was a course antibiotics and they confirmed that I had tested negative for HIV.

I immediately informed Sally and told her she had best get herself treated as well, if she had not already done so. She told me she had had the tests, but now she new I was infected, she would start her treatment immediately.

I was surprised that I could talk so calmly to her and without any rancour. In fact we seemed to be communicating better now than we had for months. I think it was because I knew we were finished as a couple and I found myself more relieved than anything else. The girls went to see their mother regularly and reported back that she was sad and that she had been quite open with them as to the reasons for our parting. The girls were at first shocked and horrified at her, but I explained that I was partly to blame as well. Sally had used her degradation as a warning to her daughters of the dangers of alcohol and drugs.

I think they took the lesson to heart and were very open with me some year's later when the time came that they wanted to go on the pill.

Bob and Samantha got married the year after her divorce and are besotted with one another. They both play matchmaker, inviting me over to dinner and there is always a spare eligible lady present. I have dated some of them and even made love when the lady was receptive to my advances¸ but there is no one special in my life.

Sally is still single and if she is still putting it about, it is not locally. She does disappear occasionally and refuses to tell the twins where she has been. The girls say she is always much happier after her return from her trips, so I guess she goes to satisfy her needs, but at least she is being discrete about it.

Job wise, I took over as operations manager temporarily whilst Samantha left on maternity leave, promoting one of the most promising of my staff to my old role. The business continues to thrive and prosper and I could not be happier.

Betsy? Well poor old Betsy was subject to an arson attack and was totally burned out.

I cannot say that I was sorry to see her go, but I could not sell her and could not use her after that last trip. In some ways, it was a fitting end, she played a major part in my marriage break up and to go up in flames was probably an appropriate ending.

The end