79 comments/ 165410 views/ 25 favorites Was It Really Her Fault? By: Britease When I think back, I often wonder how happy I would have been if we hadn't gone out to dinner that night. Happier? Certainly not, as I am very content with my life at the moment. Maybe just as happy? That's more difficult, and I don't know. I'll never know. I met Jessy in my early twenties, soon after I finished my studies. We went out together off and on for a few years, then realised how much we liked one another, even loved one another, and that was it. We became a firm couple, and both our futures look settled. My story starts when Jessy and I had been married about five years, long enough to know one another and our ways, but not too long that the fire had gone totally out of our marriage. It wasn't like it had been the first year or so, but then it never could be, as with the fire that we had, we would have burnt ourselves out by then. Sex once or twice a week seemed to be about a nice acceptable average, with a bit more on top for special events and holidays. Though the arrival of our daughter Emily a year ago had slowed even that down a bit, we seemed to have got over it, and life seemed just fine. Maybe the only blip was that Jessy missed her work, missed her friends, and missed the excitement of being in employment, since she'd left to bring up Emily. But she seemed to be coping with that. It was a Friday, and we had been invited over to an old colleague of hers from work that she had kept in touch with. Well not exactly old, Carrie and her husband Nick were both in their early thirties, a bit like us, but didn't have kids. He worked as an engineer, much the same as me, but in a different field, and Carrie still worked for the insurance company that Jessy had worked for. We'd arranged a baby-sitter for the evening, and Jessy had taken particular care with her appearance, wearing her blonde hair hanging down to her shoulders, a simple short dress that ended several inches above her knees, and a dainty pair of high heel sandals. She looked gorgeous. With her big blue eyes, and little turned up nose, she looked golden and gorgeous. I couldn't decide whether she'd worn a bra or not. Sometimes she did, and sometimes she didn't. It all depended on her mood, and what she was wearing. The size of her breasts gave her the option, being small enough to get away without one, but big enough that she had to chose the clothes she wore fairly carefully when she did so. The dress she had on that evening?... Well, could be either way, but it was a borderline case, and I'd know as soon as she started moving around. "You look fantastic," I told her. "Got to tonight," she replied. "Got serious competition." She was right as well. Carrie was a stunner, with really short dark brown hair that could have looked masculine on a woman who wasn't so downright pretty as her. Her bright brown eyes seemed to follow you around wherever you went, as she had those long slender legs that she enjoyed showing off so. Ok, so I didn't always hit it off with husband Nick, who I found a bit showy, but at least he had a sense of humour, and it would be nice to be around two such lovely women. "Now don't you go upsetting Nick like you did last time," Jessy said, almost reading my thoughts. "Well don't let him flirt with you too much them," I responded, remembering how she had reacted to his jokes and attention the last time, almost making me feel left out. "Well if he does, then you can flirt with Carrie," Jessy retorted, giggling loudly, and breaking the tension before an argument started. As it turned out, the dinner went well. Carrie was an excellent cook, and had prepared us a great meal of Duck in an orange source. The claret that we had taken with us went down so well with it, that before long we were opening another from their stock, and then another. All my worries about the evening seemed groundless, and I was enjoying myself as much as the others. At some stage Carrie asked me to dance, and we twirled happily around their lounge to some wonderful music, while the other two sat there and watched. "Jessy warned Nick not to be too familiar with her Dave," Carrie whispered in my ear. "She was worried about you getting upset with him." "Yes," I agreed a bit reluctantly. "Seems a bit silly now though." Carrie moulded her slim body closer into mine, feeling wonderful. "Maybe you ought to tell them it's OK for them to dance together," she suggested, as I felt her tight little breasts squeeze against my chest, her hard nipples which had been sticking out through the thin fabric of her top all night, scraping across me as we swayed to the music. Carrie definitely didn't have a bra on that night. I looked over to the other two. "Not dancing?" I commented quite casually. And then we were four. It must have been a good half hour later, and I had been enjoying Carrie's proximity so much, that I could hardly get jealous at how close Nick and my wife were dancing. "Shall we sit down and watch them?" Carrie suggested. I didn't answer, just smiled and led her to the sofa, were we slumped down, Carrie leaning against me, and my arm round her shoulders. It seemed natural, not especially sexy, but very pleasant just sat there with her cuddling up to me. The other two were dancing very closely, but no more than we had, so despite a tinge of jealousy I brushed any annoyance aside, especially since my fingers were by then playing with the bare skin at the top of Carries arm. The other two followed our lead and sat down on the other sofa, the other side of the room, at right angles to ours. "What are you two up to?" called Nick from across the room. "Nothing we shouldn't be," Carrie called back. "Why not?" Came Jessy's response, followed by a giggle from everyone. Carrie nestled in even closer to me, and the tips of my fingers got dangerously close to the open scooped top of her blouse, as my hand slipped downwards. "I think your wife may have just given you permission to kiss me," she whispered in my ear, flicking it with her tongue as she did so. Oh dear! Did I really want to go down this path? Jessy and I had never messed around like this before, and I wasn't sure that I wanted to start. Being honest, I guess what I meant was that I didn't want Jessy to start. Then Carrie pulled my head down towards hers, and bought her lips up to mine. She was the first woman I had kissed since marrying Jessy. Since some time before marrying Jessy in fact. I'd given little pecks on the cheek and things, but that was no peck on the cheek, and the feel of her soft lips against mine was fantastic. Every bit as good as those first teenage kisses, all those years ago, and when out tongues met, the taste of her was divine, totally different, and though I hesitate to admit it, altogether more exciting than kissing my own wife had been for some years. I realised with a jolt that my hand had slid down inside her top, my fingers playing with the firm rounded top of her unprotected breast. I slid it back out again. I was enjoying myself, but I didn't want things to go too far. "I don't mind Dave," the soft and welcoming woman now firmly in my arms whispered. "No harm as long as you don't go too far." But I put my hand back on her shoulder. It was tempting, very tempting, but though I was happy to kiss and cuddle, I had no intention of allowing this to get out of hand. However we did continue to kiss one another. Then I saw Nick stand up and take Jessy by the hand, and start to lead her out of the room. No! Absolutely no! This was going too far, and I grabbed the arm of the sofa to pull myself up. "What's up," cried Carrie, pulling me back down again. "You can see what's up. Aren't you worried?" I retorted. "They're just looking for a bit of privacy that's all," Carrie laughed at me. "It's not as if they're going up to the bedroom. They're only going into the other room." She looked up at me, her eyes wonderfully mischievous. "Come on back down and kiss me again Dave. Leave the other two alone." "Sorry Carrie, but this is going a bit too far for my liking," I said, trying not to sound too melodramatic. "Don't you trust Jessy then?" She asked, which bought me up short. Of course I trusted her, implicitly, but I knew how tempted I'd been just a moment before. "It's Nick I don't trust," I growled eventually. Carrie chuckled out loud. "Oh you are up-tight aren't you Dave. They won't do anything much. We're not, and they won't either." "I'm not so sure," I came back grumpily. "I think I'd better just go and at least have a word." But before I could make a move, Carrie jumped up, straightening her dress, which had ridden up alarmingly without me even realising it. The view of her long legs right up to the top of her thighs, and the flash of panties thrilling me. I was confused. My senses were telling me one thing, and everything else about me the opposite. "I'll go and check on them Dave," she said seriously, holding both hands up, palms facing me, to calm me down. "I'll make it quite clear that there's to be no more than kissing, Ok?" "But Carrie I think ____" "Hang on Dave," she interrupted. "After the last time, if you go bursting in on them, then it'll only cause a scene. Leave it to me." I thought about it. I trusted Jessy, and I was sure that Carrie would lay down the law. After all, it was her husband involved as well. "OK," I relented. "But just kissing. No touching. None at all. Just make that clear." "And your hand down the front of my top Dave?" Carrie grinned at me. "Was that touching or not?" "That was an accident," I replied uncertainly. Carrie nodded, grinned, said she understood, and then walked out into the other room. I felt just a little relieved to note that she didn't bother to knock. That made me feel better somehow. She was only gone a minute or so, then came back and snuggled back up against me on the sofa. "Now where were we?" she mumbled dreamily, and began to kiss the side of my neck. ------------------------------------------ On the drive home, Jessy kissed me, but didn't say much, and though we were perhaps both eager to talk about what we'd done, neither of us really knew how to start. Just once my fingers had slipped inside Carrie's top again, and with no bra to hinder them had brushed the tip of her nipple. Carrie had loved it, and would certainly have let me go further, and it almost frightened me how much I wanted to, but I knew I'd kick myself the following morning if I had done so. My main concern was whether to tell Jessy. No, not whether to, but how to, and what her reaction would be. It wasn't till we were home, and each had a cup of tea in our hands that at last my wife bought up the subject, her face flushed. "Well," she asked." What did you think to that? We've never done anything like that before." I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. "No harm done Jessy. We didn't really do anything much." "You don't think so," she answered, quite casually contradicting the tension in her face. "Well I'm not so sure, and you started it." Oh dear, I thought. She must know about me touching Carrie's breast. I decided to come clean and told her exactly what had happened. "Oh Yes!_____ You expect me to believe that," She cried out, with more reaction than I'd expected. "And you expect me to believe that's all you did?" I jolted back, surprised at the vigour of her words, and we stared at one another for a few long moments. "What do you think we did?" I demanded. "What the hell did you two get up to."? "No more than you bloody suggested Dave," Jessy said angrily. "I could hardly say no after what you said." I stared open mouthed at her. What the hell was she on about? What had I said? "But I didn't say anything Jessy," I managed to blurt out. "No of course you didn't you sanctimonious prat," she shot back at me. "You had to send Carrie in to do your dirty work didn't you?" "I didn't ... I didn't send Carrie, ____ not to ...." I shut up, looking at my wife in amazement, my brain trying desperately to unpick the puzzle we were in "What did Carrie say Jessy? _____ What the fuck did Jessy say?" "You know what she said." "Just that we shouldn't go beyond kissing," I burst out. The colour started to drain out of Jessy's face as she looked straight at me, some sort of truth dawning on her. "Oh my God no!" She cried in a strangled voice at last. "Oh my God what have I done?" "Jessy! Just what did she say?" The first tear started to roll down her cheek, and I felt my insides knotting up. "She said.... She said ... that it would be ...... Oh my God Dave, I'm sorry. It wasn't my fault. I'm just so sorry." I felt the bottom begin to drop out of my world. Even without her telling me, I knew my wife had done something terrible, maybe something unforgivable. "What did she say Jessy. Just tell me what she said." Between small sobs, Jessy continued. "She came in and told us that you two were having fun, and it was up to us what we did. Told us that you'd said we could do anything we fancied, no holds barred." "The bitch. The lying bitch," I said between gritted teeth. Then I remembered the look on Carrie's face when she had come back into the room, and how she had giggled when she snuggled up to me. The cheating, lying, scheming bitch. "So just what the hell did you do my darling wife?" I demanded, wondering what sort of wife would just accept that statement without question. My temper rising as I thought of how different my reaction would have been if I had received such a message. "Have we got to talk about it Dave? Can we sleep on it and see tomorrow whether we really want to talk about it?" "Sleep on it!" I shouted at her. "I'm not sure I even want to sleep with you." Jessy cried, and I sat there staring at her, not knowing what to think. This was all Carrie's fault, but Jessy wasn't exactly blameless. Bloody hell, I still didn't know what they had got up to. "It would be better if you told me now Jessy, and be honest." She nodded, trying to bring her sobbing under control. "I was surprised at what you'd said Dave." "What I was supposed to have said," I interjected, and she nodded. "I was a bit shocked. Disappointed even, after all the things you'd said." She looked up at me, to see if I would disagree, or make a comment, but I stayed silent. "Well ___ Nick started to kiss my neck, and then down my front, and before I knew it, he was kissing the top of my breasts. Then when he pulled my top down, and started to fondle my tits, it just felt so wonderful, and I thought why not? If it was good enough for you, then why not?" She swallowed deeply a few times, and continued, still unable to look me in the face. "Before I knew it he had my top right down around my waist, and I wasn't wearing a bra, so _____ Well so I was available to him. He started to suck my tits, and play with my nipples, and _____ Well you know what that does to me Dave. You know how wild that sends me, and I just didn't have the will power to stop him." "What else?" I demanded shortly. "He made me stand up in front of him, and held my hands, so my dress just fell down, there was nothing to hold it up. Then he put my hands on to my panties and made me slip them down for him." "Made you slip them down?" I nearly screamed at her. "How the bloody hell could he have MADE you slip them down." "Oh I don't know Dave.... Honestly I don't know, I just don't know, but he did. He just did, and then I was stood there naked in front of him, thinking if you could do it with Carrie , then why shouldn't I be naked for Nick?" I put my head in my hands, unable to believe what I was hearing. Unable to believe that this was my wife telling me what she'd done, while I had been fending off the advances of her friend. "He licked my pussy Dave ____ He did it while I stood there, then he pulled me down onto the couch, spread my legs and really did it to me properly." "And I suppose you're going to tell me this was all just because you thought I might, and I say MIGHT, be doing the same thing to Carrie?" She thought about that one, before continuing. "I suppose not Dave. No, not really. By then I was too far gone, and ____ Well I was just enjoying it...Going along with it." "Did he fuck you Jessy?" I asked sounding far calmer than I was. My heart pounded, as I waited for her to answer. "No Dave. No he didn't do that. We didn't have ti...." She stopped dead, aware of what she was about to say. "Didn't have time!... Didn't have time!... Is that what you were about to say?" Jessy nodded her head, just a little, but enough to acknowledge my accusation. "Carrie came in. Said you were ready to leave and that you'd got a bit upset and I'd better get dressed quickly before you got angry." Damn it, this Carrie was some number. Thank Christ I hadn't allowed myself to get carried away by her scheming ways. But Jessy, my wife, my life. She'd just admitted to me that if Carrie hadn't interrupted them, then she would have let that bastard Nick fuck her. Fuck her silly. In my state, my mind just couldn't cope with that. "Is that it Jessy?" I asked after what seemed to be ages, but she didn't answer, she simply burst out crying again. Oh God, what else was she going to tell me. "I'm sorry Dave. I'm really so sorry. You know I love you so, and I know I always refuse to do it for you, but _____ I sucked his cock Dave _______ I'm so sorry honestly, and I don't know why I did it, when I would never do it for you ____ But I did, I sucked him off _____ Can you ever forgive me," The ultimate betrayal!...What is the ultimate betrayal? The one thing in our sex life that she could never bring herself to do for me. Something that I had always wanted, but had accepted she would never ever do. And she'd just casually done it for that bastard. She'd sucked his fucking cock! Another thought occurred to me, and I started to feel sick. "Jessy, you sucked his cock. Had it in your mouth, and then you kissed me afterwards. You bitch. You fucking bitch ____ You kissed me with the taste of his cock still in your mouth!" I started to heave at the thought of it, and Jessy looked at me in shock as the reality of what she had done slowly dawned on her. I turned and ran to the bathroom as the bile started to rise in my throat. I only just made it, as the remains of the fine meal that my wonderful hostess for the evening, poured out into the toilet pan. Behind me I heard Jessy wailing, crying her heart out, and screaming in torment. Calling that she was sorry, that she loved me, that it had all been a mistake. Some mistake! ---------------------------------------------------------- The next week was difficult. No not difficult, unless that adequately describes how you feel when you're deciding whether or not you want to kill somebody. Or should it be who you wanted to kill. My wife had betrayed me, and even though I believed her that she genuinely thought it was me that had sent Carrie in with the message, it was no excuse. Carrie had lied, schemed and lied, and caused all this to happen. And that bastard Nick had ravished my wife. Even done things with her that I'd never had the pleasure of. Small wonder I felt bad, let down. Small wonder that it was a bad week. We didn't talk about it too much. There didn't seem much else to discuss. I couldn't bring myself to make love to her, and I couldn't even kiss her, without feeling nauseous. Maybe I should have left straight away, or thrown her out, but I had our baby Emily to think about, and I could hardly throw them both out. I just never seemed to get around to making a decision. After a couple of months, things seemed to get back to some form of normality. Not as it was before, nothing like it. There was little affection between us, at least not from me, though Jessy constantly tried. We lived together, eat together, even talked together, but it was impossible to express my love. It hadn't died, just gone to sleep I told myself, and maybe one day it would wake up. Another month and things picked up. We even started to share the same bed again, and cuddled, but still didn't have sex. It's difficult when you can't bring yourself to kiss someone, to make love to them. Jessy constantly tried to be good to me, and was always dressing to please me, and trying to initiate sex. I didn't respond, I couldn't, and eventually she stopped trying, and life settled down again. Was It Really Her Fault? Then something happened that jolted me out of my trance. I was sat on a park bench on my own one Sunday, rocking Emily in her pushchair, when someone sat down beside me. "Hi big boy. How's you're love life these days, not so good I hear." I looked around, and recoiled as I saw Carrie sat next to me. I told her to piss off. "I'm always available if you need to practice Dave," she said, mockingly, but equally sounding as if she really meant it. I repeated my request for her to piss off and leave me alone. "Haven't you done enough damage already?" I demanded curtly. "She was up for it Dave. You must know that. Why don't you cool off, and think about what fun we could have, just the four of us." I said nothing, just stood up and made to move away. "Come on Dave, don't be silly," she insisted. "Piss off and don't come near me or Jessy again___Ever!" I shouted at her, loud enough for others in the park to look round, wondering what was happening. Carrie shrugged her shoulders, and looked me in the eye. "Difficult that Dave. I see Jessy every week." "Fucking Liar!" I shouted at her. "Lying am I? Ask her what she does every Thursday mornings." "Thursdays?" I queried. "She leaves Emily at the crèche, and goes to the gym." "Does she now?" Carrie smirked. "Didn't know that Nick is off on a Thursday did you. Who do you think picks little Emily up from the crèche, and joins them at lunch time." I looked at her stunned, and she looked down at my daughter and cooed at her. Emily smiled back and laughed her baby laugh. She was old enough to recognise people she knew by then, and she obviously knew Carrie well. Oh Bloody hell. Not again. Please God don't make me go through this again. ------------------------------------------------------- I walked home in a blind trance, and was lucky I didn't have an accident. I avoided Jessy the rest of the day, as I didn't trust myself, or what I might do. I'm not a violent man, but I simply didn't trust myself any more. I slept in the spare bed that night, and left for work in the morning before Jessy and Emily awoke. I couldn't work properly, and mid morning, I picked up the phone, dithering whether to call the gym or not, and wondering what I could say. I dialled the number. "Oh hello, this is Jessy O'Reilly's husband. She thinks she may have left her things there last week, and I was wondering if you could check up with her trainer." I dragged his name up from my memory. "His name's Gordon I think." "Hang on a moment," said the voice on the other end of the line, and I waited patiently for a few minutes, not sure where this was going to get me. "No he hasn't seen anything," came back the voice. "In fact he says he hasn't seen Mrs Reilly for several weeks." "Shit!" I shouted aloud, forgetting I still held the phone. "You too!" said the voice, and slammed down the phone at the other end. Sitting with my head in my hands, I ran over the events of the last while. What had happened to my marriage? What had happened to my wife? What was I going to do about it? Was I going to do anything about it, or just accept it as I had up till then? Should we just become swingers, which the other three seemed to want? Standing up at last, I walked unsteadily into my boss's office, told him I had marriage problems and gave my notice in. He argued for half an hour, trying to reason with me, and even offering me a rise. But I'd have none of it, and in the end he stood up and shook my hand, promising me the best reference that I could wish for. The next couple of days were fairly busy, and tried to avoid Jessy who hardly seemed to notice. Then on Wednesday afternoon I went into town fairly late, and ended up at the insurance company where Jessy had worked, and Carrie still did. I judged the time, just before closing time, and went in, making my way through the familiar corridors till I found Carrie's office. 'Hi Carrie," I called breezily as I walked into her office that she shared with her boss and a couple of other younger men on their way up the tree, only Carrie between them and promotion. She looked up at me in surprise, looking around to see who was there in case I meant trouble, but the boss had left, and the other two were elsewhere. "It's OK," I smiled at her. "I come in peace. If I can't beat you, then I might as well join you." Carrie stared at me uncertainly. "What do you mean? Does Jessy know about this?" I shook my head. "No idea at all," I answered. "I just made my mind up. OK a bit of me still wants to get back at her, but I might as well enjoy myself doing it, and why not with you?" Her face broke out into a grin, and she stared at me as if it had suddenly become Christmas day. "I'm sorry about Sunday," she said. "You just upset me and I lost my rag." I shrugged my shoulders, dismissing it, and asked her if she'd told Jessy what she had told me, but she said she hadn't; hadn't spoken to her since. "Let's keep it a secret then," I suggested. "I want to surprise her, and at least make her pay a bit for going behind my back. She asked me what I had in mind, and I told her, making her gasp, a mixture of surprise and excitement no doubt. "This was Jenny's old desk wasn't it," I enquired, indicating the desk that Carrie was sat at, having taken over my wife's job when she left to have Emily. Carrie nodded, a wicked look on her face. She loved the idea of us having sex on Jessy's old desk, and adored the idea of being the one to tell her afterwards. We waited fifteen minutes or so till the other two who shared her office came back in, packed up, and went away for the evening. Then Carrie went over and locked the office door, assuring me that nobody else would come by. We then fell into one another's arms, and I remembered how gorgeous and slim her body had felt that first time, just a few months ago. Before long I was taking her clothes off, first her blouse, revealing her lovely firm tight breasts, and huge erect nipples, even larger than I had imagined. "What's this?" I asked playfully, flicking the little gold ring that she had through her nipple. "Oh that's new," she replied, jumping a little at the feel of it as I twirled it. "Had it done with Jessy the other week.____ Do you like hers?" I nodded non-comittedly, and my stomach churned. I hadn't even known that Jessy had one! I thought about who else knew, certainly Nick, and the thought of him knowing that when I didn't, made me squirm. I gave the ring a little tug, and Carrie squealed in delight. "Careful though," she said breathlessly, "No harder or it hurts." That gave me another idea. Her skirt followed her blouse, and then I slid her tiny panties down her legs, and helped her to step out of them. I stood back and looked at her, and she leant back against the desk, her hands on the edge of the desk behind her, thrusting her small pert breasts out and displaying her wonderful body. She was slim, very slim, with a tiny waist, and somehow her boyish haircut made her look even more slender. But no way was she thin. A woman with such lovely curves as she had, could never be described as thin. Her pussy was completely shaven, something I'd never been able to persuade Jessy to do, and her tan was all over, not a tan line in sight. Perhaps the result of some foreign holiday, or maybe her back garden, as I doubted that it's lack of privacy would worry Carrie too much. All she had left on were her clumpy high heels, and that only emphasized quite how completely naked she was. "How about your clothes Dave?" She asked. "This is all a bit one sided at the moment." I reached forward and stroked her breast, truly delighting in the taught feel of her flesh, and then ran my hands down her body exploring each curve as it gave itself up to my touch. By God she was just so good to touch and feel! "I've a surprise for you," I told her, reaching in my pocket and drawing out some cord. "Christ John, you're some dark horse," she cried gleefully as she held her hands out for me to bind her wrists. "Not too tight please," She pleaded, but I didn't need to do it too tight ___ just securely! Raising her arms gently above her head, I laid her back across the desk, sweeping a few papers aside to make room for her. "Oh God Dave, I love to be dominated. I love to be tied up. How did you know? Did Jessy tell you that we do this with Nick?" She hadn't of course, and I had no idea, but I just chuckled, and got on with the job, even more determined to go through with it. I tied the end of the cord that bound her wrists to a handle at one end of the desk, and stood back to admire my handiwork. Damn it she looked good, her naked body beginning to glisten with the perspiration caused by her excitement, and her dark eyes shining in anticipation. She was breathing quickly, almost panting, and the smile on her face was one of utter desire. "Come on Dave, get your clothes off quickly," she urged. "Not yet," I retorted, and took one of her legs and began to tie it to one side of the desk. "What are you doing Dave?" Carrie demanded, a small hint of nervousness in her voice, but I stroked the bare mound between her thighs, and she groaned in pleasure, and forgot her concerns. "Dave! ___ Dave, just what are you doing," she called as I took the other ankle and tied it to the other side of the desk, splitting her legs wide open, then stretching them out to the limit, as I took up the tension on the cord. "Dave, I'm not sure I'm happy with this," Carrie cried, the worry in her voice noticeably more obvious. "Please Dave, stop this now. It's too tight and you're frightening me." I ignored her, and went back to the cord holding her wrists, tightening it, and stretching her out across the desk even further. "You bastard you," she screamed at me. "Let me go, it hurts. What do you want from me? Fuck me all you want, but please let me go." I'd never had any intention of fucking her, none at all. I just wanted my revenge for what she had done to my family. However! She wanted me to fuck her, so why not? I hadn't had sex for several months because of her. So why not? I undid my flies, and worked my cock out, knowing I'd not have to work myself up. I may have hated this woman, but she was beautiful, and stretched out naked and hopeless like that she was irresistible. I felt her pussy with my fingers and she screamed, but she couldn't hide that she was ready, her juices literally pouring from her open pussy. Then I rammed my cock into her. No playing around, just straight in, grabbing her hips and dragging them forward towards me, till her bottom nearly came off the edge of the desk, and her legs must have been split wide as if doing the splits. I didn't care how much it was hurting her wrists, and from her reaction, at least for the moment neither did she. I thrust in and out of her with all the force I could muster, and she moaned and groaned, throwing her head back in utter abandon. It didn't last long, at least not for me, and I shot my load into her with a force that I could hardly remember ever having happened with Jessy. Finished with her, I straightened up, and wiped my glistening cock over her thigh to dry it, then put it away, and zipped myself up. "What about me Dave?" She wailed. "Please don't stop, I'm not finished. Please do it again, please, I beg you." I liked the idea of her begging me, but I'd had my fill, and her needs didn't interest me. So I just stood there and watched her, writhing in torment at her bodily needs, unable to as much as touch herself to bring herself some relief from the rage that would have been consuming her. It was then that she started to curse me, calling me everything she could think of, and demanding that I untie her. No Chance! It was relatively easy to scoot the corner of the desk around a little, so that her exposed sex faced the door, ignoring her whimpers, and curses, and still having no idea what I was up to. Then my new idea. I searched in the desk drawer, and found what I was looking for, a ball of thin string, no doubt kept there to bind up parcels of papers or something. Ignoring her protests, I took hold of her breast, and squeezed it hard, enough to make he squeal, then fed the string through the ring in her erect nipple, tying it securely, before reeling the ball out away from her "Dave please, what are you doing; You're really frightening me, please stop," she wailed between bouts of sobbing. But it was easy to ignore her, and the string was rolled out to the door, where I fixed it to a hook. The door opened outwards which had made it easier, and I checked the slack, to ensure that when it opened, it would give a good tug at her nipple, but not rip the ring right out. "Carrie," I said to her. "Carrie!" I called even louder when she didn't respond. "I'm leaving you now, and I don't suppose we'll ever see one another again." "But you can't leave me like this Dave. Please you can't, I beg you not too. There won't be anyone back in till the morning, and my boss is always the first one in." Well that fact was a bonus I hadn't reckoned on, so I did a little calculation. "Then you've got about twelve or thirteen hours to think about what you've done to me. How you've ruined my life. I hope he sacks you and I hope everyone in the bloody office fucks you first. Carrie wailed in anguish, knowing she was in a hopeless position, then started to shout and scream at me, calling me names again. I turned on my heels, and went to the door, hearing her squeal as I pushed it open, and the string did its business on her nipple. I looked back just once, just to check what her boss would be confronted with in the morning, her legs spread wide open, and her pussy exposed, a pool of my cum and her juices mixed together already spreading out onto the edge of the desk as they leaked from her vagina. 'Explain that away,' I thought to myself, and gave a final twang on the string as I closed the door, relishing the squeal that again interrupted her curses. I needed a drink after that, in fact quite a few drinks, and didn't get home till late, by which time Jessy was in bed. -------------------------------------------- The next morning I was up, showered, and dressed ready by the time Jessy came down to the kitchen. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Shouldn't you be at work?" "Taking the day off," I replied, with as much air of normality as I could muster, realising that by then Carrie's boss should have found her splayed out on the desk. "Thought we might sit down and talk about us and our problems," I went on. There was after all still just the chance that we might work something out. "Oh!" She said, looking very flustered. "Yes we ought to do that shouldn't we Dave." She thought for a moment, and then went on. "How about we do it this afternoon. I've got an appointment at the gym and Gordon gets annoyed if anyone doesn't turn up when they're expected to." "Oh, so Gordon's more important than out marriage is he?" I asked, knowing full well that it wasn't Gordon for gym, but Nick for sex that she was looking forward to. "Don't be silly Dave. Of course not. It's just that I have a regular arrangement every Thursday morning. You know that sweetheart. You wouldn't want me to let someone down surely. I wondered if she had thought how much she had let me down. It had got to the state where sex with Nick, and maybe Carrie as well by the sound of it, was more important than our future life together. "Please Dave, please understand. You know I love you, and I want to work this all out so that we can be like we were before. But let's do it this afternoon. I'll be more prepared this afternoon." 'Bitch' I thought under my breath. Even now she was lying to me, desperately trying to put me off, so that she could have time with her lover. How could this possibly be the lovely young girl I had married? "OK Jessy, I understand. Maybe it's for the better," I stuttered out, then looked up at the clock. "You haven't got to leave for over half an hour. How about we at least start our way back to the old days, and pop back up to bed for a while. She looked startled, and lost for words. "Well, how about it Jessy," I encouraged her. "Eh ____ Well I would. Yes of course I'd love to, but _____ Oh yes, I've got to get Emily ready to take to the crèche." The last was spurted out as if in relief. "No need," I replied. "I'm at home all day, and there's no need for her to go to the crèche." "I think she should anyway," Jessy tried to insist, grabbing at straws. "And I'm telling you she's not going," I responded firmly. "In fact I've already rang to tell them she won't be there this morning." "Oh!" was all that my wife was able to muster, as she stood there, close to tears. "Well how about it then Jessy. A quick roll in the hay. It'll be like when we first met _____ all the time, and any time." "Yes it did used to be like that didn't it," Jessy remembered wistfully. "But really Dave, not now, not this morning, I've had my shower, and have to get changed with the other women. I don't want ______ Well I don't want to be all messed up ___ all your _____ Well you know, all over me. It would just be too embarrassing." "Really," I muttered, knowing full well that it was her lover that she didn't want to catch her like that. "Oh come on Dave, it's not that bad, wait for this afternoon. I'll make it up to you then, and I'll show you how much I really love you. You'll see, I promise you." I saw all right. I saw how much she really loved me, when she couldn't so much as postpone just one sex session with her lover to spend time with me. I felt sick, but I decided to goad her just a little more. "Jessy, I can run you to the gym afterwards. It'd be quicker, as you wouldn't need to find a parking space." "NO DAVE!" Jessy almost screamed, and then shut up when she realised quite how much she had over-reacted. "I mean no thanks Dave. It's just not necessary." 'No indeed,' I thought to myself. 'Not since the gym's in the opposite direction to Nick and Carrie's place.' "OK then I understand," I said with a smile on my face, wondering how she would get out of my next suggestion, and seeing her visibly relax at being let off. "If you don't want to get messed up Jessy," I said pleasantly. "Then how about a blow job. How about sucking my cock, now that it doesn't seem so terrible any more." Jessy went white as I sat there looking at her with a smile on my face. I doubt if she could believe what I had just asked for, and she certainly didn't know how to respond. "Come on," I encouraged her, undoing my trousers. "Won't take more than a few minutes or so, and then I'll be happy to wait for the rest. "Dave I...." She didn't know what else to say. Just stood there watching as I got my now erect cock out, and offered it to her. "Dave I don't think we've got time," she gulped in complete discomfort. "Come on, don't be silly," I insisted. "It'll only take a few minutes." Jessy slowly went down on her knees, her face white in shock, and took hold of me, hesitantly opening her mouth wide, her hand shaking as she guided me in her mouth. I think she forgot she was supposed to be a beginner at this business, and for the next ten minutes she gave me the best blowjob I had ever had in my life. Not that there had been many up till then, and not a single one with Jessy herself till that moment. I felt myself cumming, but didn't let on, and when she detected it, I held her head tight, not letting her draw back, and spurted a full load into her mouth. She gagged, and coughed, and I allowed her to pull away, when she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to wipe away the dribble round her lips, swallowing at last, rather than spitting it out on the carpet, which was the only other option. Was It Really Her Fault? She looked at me with disbelief written all over her face. "I'd better go and wash my mouth," she cried, not so much as asking if I'd enjoyed it, even though it was the first time she'd ever done it for me. "No Jessy," I said firmly, taking hold of her arm, and propelling her towards the front door. "That took longer than I expected, and you'd better get going or you'll be late." With that, ignoring her objections, I eased her out of the front door, passed her the car key, and watched her as she walked reluctantly towards her car. 'Explain that away,' I thought, hoping that she wouldn't bother, and that Nick would soon be kissing her with my cum still in her mouth, much as had happened to me. She looked back at me once. It wasn't a look of love, but equally not one of hate. I'm sure it was shame. She'd guessed that I knew what she was up to, and she was ashamed of herself. That pleased me, but it certainly didn't change my resolve. "I'll see you later then," she called, tears rolling down her cheeks, and then fled to her car, bursting out crying as she took the wheel and roared off down the street. ---------------------------------------------- I figured I had plenty of time. The police wouldn't be coming for me for some time, and then only if Carrie pressed charges, which I thought unlikely, and Jessy wouldn't be able to face me, not when she found out what I'd done to Carrie. Pity I hadn't had time to think up some revenge against Nick, but it was the two women who I felt most responsible. Besides, poor Nick would have two very messed up women to deal with, and perhaps that would be punishment enough. I got Emily up and dressed, added a few things to the cases I'd already packed, and went out to my Jaguar. I took one last look at our house. It was a wonderful house, but only rented, and we'd had good times there, and in years to come there would be some good memories. Besides I'd already given in our notice, as Jessy wouldn't be able to afford the rent on her own. In fact she no longer had a job, and I'd cleared the bank accounts out of everything, except a few hundred to tide her over for a couple of weeks, so I didn't know what she'd be able to afford. Then it was off to the airport, and the late morning flight to Ireland by Ryanair; that's where I was born, and though I'd enjoyed my time in the UK, I was ready to go back home, and bring Emily up as a little Irish colleen. I fought tooth and nail to stop Jessy having any custody rights, and since she was broke it was difficult for her. In the end, we compromised, and I allowed regular visits by her parents Ian and Margaret, who I liked a lot, and had done nothing wrong in my eyes. They didn't so much as criticize me for my actions, so I guessed Jessy had been sufficiently ashamed to admit the full story to them. They became regular visitors, real grandparents, and when I had two more children by Noreen, my lovely new wife, they became Godparents to them both. Odd you might think, but it knitted my new family together somehow. And the other three? Well Ian and Margaret kept me informed about them. Carrie didn't get sacked, but someone took a photo and published it on the Internet, and she couldn't face going back to work. She and Nick split up soon afterwards, and I've no idea what happened to him, but Jessy and her went off to America together, and ended up working in some topless bar or something when their money ran out. Jessy only stuck it out for a couple of weeks, then went back to UK, and as far as anyone knows, Carrie is still out there, flashing those beautiful little tits off to all and sundry. Jessy did get married again, but that didn't seem to last long, as she discovered her husband in bed with their next-door neighbour. Poetic justice somehow. Then when Emily was fifteen, Ian and Margaret started suggesting that it was maybe time to let Jessie see Emily again. I put my foot down, and Emily didn't seem too sure, but when Noreen started to push me I wavered. Then when Emily's two sisters started on me, I had to give in. I nearly cried when I saw her off on the airplane, the Ryanair flight to Luton, but she rang us everyday. When she got back, all she'd say was, "Jessy, my other Mum.... I suppose she was OK." She never expressed any wish to go back and see her, and for the first time after all those years, I felt sorry for poor Jessy. I guess she had really paid the price for betraying me. Love to know what you all think about this one. Please vote, but please, please tell me what you think. It really makes my day___ Good as well as bad. Was I too hard on poor Jessy? Did Carrie get what was coming to her?