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We Had it All

By: fawguy88



1.The Early Years - We had it all.....

We really did, we had it all, or I thought we did. My name is Gary Saunders and at the time this story started I was still in High School. I was not academically minded and if truth be known wasted my time in school. I couldn't wait to get out and into the man's world of birds, booze and nights out with the lads. . I first met my wife to be, Debbie at high school and we dated off and on even after I left school. She was a knockout even at fourteen when we first started going out together. At five foot two, she was a small girl, but with her short red hair, green eyes, 34" breasts and a face that many actresses would kill for, she was the complete package. I was made up that she had chosen me to be her boyfriend. If I'm perfectly honest, I didn't know what she saw in me. I was pretty average, but I was tall for my age and was good at sports, so my physique was pretty good. Whatever the reason, she and I became an item.

When I left school at the earliest opportunity, aged sixteen and full of it, I thought everything's possible and soon got a job as an apprentice sheet metal worker. Jobs were easier to come by in those days. The economy was booming and I had money in my pocket. I still lived with my parents in a typical semi- detached house on a small housing estate in industrial belt of the North Midlands She had stayed on in school and had ambitions of going to University. She was sixteen and now stood about five foot four tall when she surrendered he virginity to me and after that we screwed at every opportunity, not that we had that many. We both lived at home with our parents and we had to wait for them to be out for an evening, then bribe my young brother or her sister to go to the movies or something, so we could be alone. We were always careful and used condoms, neither of us wanted to get married. I loved being with her and of course the sex was great, but she wanted to go to Uni and I wanted to experience life for a bit before settling down. Neither of us was ready to commit at such a young age. I loved to be with her but was unsure whether I loved her. I know that she was in a similar position as she told me more than once, that when she went to Uni, she would begin seeing other men. For now, she was happy to be with me and I accepted that without any problem.

It was at a New Year's eve party, when we were both seventeen that things went awry. We were both drunk and I forgot to bring any condoms to the party. I never thought for a minute that we would get an opportunity to need one. The party was at Debbie's parent's house and at one point, they went next door to help the old couple who lived there to bring in the New Year. We wasted no time in getting down to business, she dragged me upstairs and into her bedroom where we both stripped and started to kiss and caress each other. I remembered at that point that I had no protection, but Debbie said, "It doesn't matter, my period has just finished, so we should be OK. Anyway, I want to experience what it feels like without the rubber, so let's chance it!"

The inevitable happened and a few weeks later we were facing the music. My parents were disappointed in me but accepted that we had both contributed to the creation of a new life, so it was taken for granted that we would get married. Her parents were not so philosophical about it and called me for everything, telling me, in no uncertain terms, that I had ruined their daughter's life, that I could never support her in the style that she had been accustomed to and that I had denied her the chance of attaining a degree. I took it for so long, then I snapped back, "Just whose life are we talking about here? Yours or hers? It sounds to me that you are forgetting that it takes two to make a baby and I admit the onus was on me to take precautions, but we both contributed to the result. Now, I'm prepared to take responsibility for what happened, I want to marry her if she'll have me." I said looking Debbie straight in the eye and she blushed, but looked away from me and towards her parents. "If she doesn't want that, then I will pay her child support or at least as much as I can afford. It is my child she is bearing and I will never neglect my responsibilities in that respect. I can't offer her much at this present moment, but I am working and I am in a position to contribute to supporting both Debbie and the child when it is born. My parents have offered to let us stay with them and I can keep my old room, until we're in a position to get our own place."

"Nonsense! That's not going to happen." her father thundered, "Your parents live in Sherton, don't they?" He said it as if Sherton was the pits of the world, sure it was a working class housing estate, built just after the war, but it was by no means the worst estate in the area. When I confirmed that they did, he continued, "My grandchild will not be brought up in Sherton! You will live right here with us."

With that, the decision was made for Debbie, she never did actually accept my rather strange proposal, but we were married quietly and settled into domestic life with her parents and sister. Life with the Telling's, that was Debbie's maiden name was no bed of roses. Our room was just across the corridor from her parents and Debbie was not exactly quiet when we made love. She was scared of them hearing her screams of pleasure, so our sex life was similar to before we were married and we dependant of them being out or otherwise occupied before Debbie would permit me any action.

I was working all hours, taking all the overtime on offer and we were paying or way. Debbie was still attending school and as her pregnancy developed took quite a bit of stick from her so called friends. She told me that some of the lads tried it on with her and expected her to put out, just because she was pregnant already and therefore easy. I was all for going and sorting them out, but she refused to tell me who the guys were. We got past that and little Hazel was born just as Debbie was starting her final year in the Upper Sixth Form. Her mother was taking care of baby Hazel during the day until either Debbie or I arrived home. 

At school, I had learned to box and my Dad kept pressuring me to continue with it. He said, "Son, this is the one way you're going to get out from under the thumb of Debbie's family. Boxing can provide you with some extra money and if you're any good, can make you rich. It has its dangers to, but your young and strong and pretty handy with it, you could go far!" So I agreed to continue and boxed as an amateur for the next year or so. I gained quite a bit of respect for my boxing and there was some talk of me getting selected to represent my club at the regional championships. Debbie didn't mind me continuing to box, she loved to come and watch, as long as I was the one dishing out the punishment. That changed somewhat when I was on the receiving end of a bashing from a guy called Black Barry Boston. The name was a bit misleading, he was not black as in coloured, he came from a gypsy family and his hair was jet black. He was the same age as me, but more experienced and he gave me a right hammering. Our paths were to cross time and again throughout our careers, but more about that later. Debbie was incensed when she saw me taking a lot of punishment and was screaming at me to 'kill him'. The other fans sitting beside her had to retrain her from getting into the ring and taking him on herself. After the fight Barry and I were sitting in the changing room and chatting about the fight when he said, "It was lucky for me that little redhead didn't get into the fucking ring. She was spitting feathers and ready to take on the world and me! I wouldn't mind getting into her knickers though, she is fucking gorgeous!" I agreed with him on that and then said quietly, "By the way she's my wife and I ask that you show her some respect or you and I will be having another fight right here and now!" He laughed at me sitting there with my lip swollen and a cut above my right eye oozing blood from a scrape. The headgear we wore was supposed to stop you getting cuts, but if it didn't fit tightly, you could get a nasty scrape and that's what happened to me. He said, "Champ, I think you should look in the mirror before starting another scrap with me right now. Anyway, sorry if I insulted her, but I wasn't to know that she's your missus!" He was standing combing his long black hair and as I stood beside him combing mine, I saw what he meant and burst out laughing.

We were both still laughing when Debbie stormed in and asked me what was going on? She saw us standing there convulsed with laughter and she stamped her foot in anger, "What's so funny? That big bastard has just beat the hell out of you and your standing there sharing a joke with him!"

That caused us both to dissolve into more laughter and she stormed out in the huff. "You'd better go and make your peace with her or it'll be no nookie for you tonight!" I took his advice and went and found her talking to my father. He was trying to explain about the fight and told her, "I'm not too concerned about tonight's result. Gary was getting too cocky and needed to be taken down a peg or two. Barry Boston has much more experience than Gary and he use d it tonight to good effect. If Gary learns from tonight's fight, he will be a far better boxer for it! You didn't help him either you know, your screaming distracted him and he took a couple of hits that he should have avoided easily, so learn to control yourself if you want to help him."

Debbie's attitude changed a little after that and she learned to control her temper win or lose. By this time, Debbie had finished her 'A ' Levels and decided that she would forget University for the moment and get a job to help with the family finances. She, like me was determined to get out of her parent's house. They had been good to us and great with Hazel, but we badly needed to find our own place. She got a job as a receptionist for a local firm of Accountants. Her best A Level was in Maths and they soon had her looking after their petty cash accounts and office expenses. She was also great with computers and knew how to use all the major software packages. I was just the opposite and the only us I had for them was playing games.

With her income added to mine, we soon had enough money to enable us to rent our own small two up two down mid-terraced house. It needed a lot done to it, but as we were only renting we were reluctant to make the necessary investment. She got onto the landlord and got him to make the repairs she demanded and she soon had it looking great and we settled into our first home. In our new home, our sex life took a major step for the better. Released from the ever watchful eyes of her parents, she turned into a right little raver and she would be waiting for me to get in from work, stripped and ready for action. I barely had time to get in the door before she was dragging me into the bedroom. Many a night, I didn't get my supper until well after ten, having arrived home at eight. Not that I was complaining of course. Then when Hazel was just coming up for two, she got pregnant once more. Condoms were a thing of the past, she was on the pill by then, but she did have a heavy cold for a period of about two weeks and that was when it must have happened.

I was delighted but Debbie was distraught. "Just when we were starting to get everything together, this happens! I was just thinking the other day that we could start looking for a home of our own, instead of renting but that's out of the window for now!"

Over the next few months, she came to accept her pregnancy and even started to look forward having another baby to care for. Our love life was great, she never said no to me right up to about her eighth month. By that time it was only practical to take her from behind with her on her hands and knees. She found that next to being on top, she liked that position best. She kept working right up to her delivery, we needed the money that much! I was still working as much as I could and still boxing as an amateur. Baby Gemma came into the world and we were suddenly had two children under the age of three to look after. Debbie was terrific as a mother and wife. She just got on with it and I was amazed that she had regained her figure very quickly and only moaned that her breasts had grown to 36D. I laughed and said, "You don't hear me complaining, to you?" I got an earful for that. 3 months on and Debbie arranged for her mother and mine to share the bay-sitting responsibilities and she returned to work on a part time basis.

Debbie wanted no more accidents and was pressuring me to have a vasectomy. I went to the Doctor and asked him what was involved and after he had explained the procedure to me, he advised against it, "You're too young to take such a major step. You're what, nineteen or twenty? I can't in all honesty recommend that you take such a drastic step. There are other methods and the pill is pretty full proof. If you want added insurance, Debbie can be fitted with a coil or you can always use a condom as well!"

I duly reported this back to Debbie and she said, "Well I'm not having a one of those things put in me! It's time you took some responsibility for our future instead of leaving everything to me. I want to come off the pill as I think it's causing me to gain weight, so it's over to you to use protection." So it was back to condoms and our sex life continued much as before, though Debbie did admit, she missed the feeling that having me come inside her gave her. On the plus side, I had no problem going down her after our sessions to finish her off. I have read a lot of stories where the female always seems to have multiple orgasms every time they had sex! Well I don't know if that's true in every coupling, but in real life, sometimes for whatever reason, Debbie would fail to achieve her orgasm. 

Normally, when she was really worked up she would have several massive orgasms during sex, but she always let me know if I had failed to get her off. She loved it when I went down her as a bit of foreplay, but when she failed orgasm during the act, she always insisted that I make her cum one way or the other. When we used a condom, she would love it when I brought her to orgasm with my tongue afterwards regardless of whether she had cum or not. Soon it became a regular thing after sex. I noticed that she never had any problem getting off after watching me box.

At that time, I was taking a fight about once every six weeks or so and Debbie always attended. I knew I was never going to be a champion boxer after my second bout against Black Barry Boston. I was pretty good, but Barry was in a different class. He beat me so easily that I considered packing it in, but Barry talked me out of it. He said, "I'm turning pro next year, you should do the same, you can earn some good money if you pick your fights carefully. I enjoyed boxing and the sex with Debbie afterwards was fabulous.

She was always randy after watching the fights, so much so that she came into the changing room after one fight, where I was last to fight. My opponent had cleared off and I was on my own and towelling myself off as she entered and lifted her dress, exposing the fact that she had no panties on and mounted me! To put it crudely, she fucked me right there in the changing room, on the bench! No other word for it, it wasn't making love. It was fucking! We only did it that once, but it left a lasting impression of both of us.

2.The Middle Years – 

Life moves on, Hazel & Gemma started Primary School and Debbie went to work full time at the Accountancy firm. Her bosses were encouraging her to go back to University and take a degree in Accountancy and she discussed it with me. The problem was, we couldn't afford for her to stop working. I was earning a good wage as a skilled metal worker and supplemented this by taking regular professional bouts. I won more than I lost and the win bonuses certainly contributed substantially in helping us move into our own house. Debbie arranged all the finances and she was the saver in the family. Left to me, we would probably still be renting! I trained at the same Gym as Barry Boston. We had become good friends and he often came round to help us with our refurbishment projects. It was an old house and the old lady that owned it had done nothing to it in over thirty years. Barry was an electrician by training and he helped us rewire the entire place. At first, Debbie never really took to him, but tolerated him for my sake. He was single and played the field. He refused to accept any money for helping us, so I insisted that he come round for dinner about once a month. He asked if he could bring a partner and we said, "that's fine, but you're not sleeping over!" After that, when he came round he always had a girl on his arm, always a different one. Debbie and I often talked about him and his girlfriends after they had departed and I was surprised when she asked rather wistfully, "Do you ever wish that you were in his position?"

I replied, "Truthfully?" and she said simply, "Truthfully!"

So I said, "Yes, I do sometimes envy his freedom and the ladies he's escorting. Then I think about what we have and realise..... that, hey.... we've almost got it all! We have our own home, a loving partner to share it with and two wonderful kids to boot. So that's when I thank my stars for giving you to me. I love you and wouldn't change anything in our life so far. What about you, do you have any regrets or unfilled dreams?"

Debbie hesitated for what seemed like an eternity and then said, "Sometimes I regret that I had not had other lovers before you. I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, but when I see Barry and his succession of women, I wonder what I may have missed. I gave you my virginity and have never cheated on you and occasionally when your friends hit on me, well I get tempted. It's just that sometimes when I'm pretty drunk I get these fantasies about what it would be like if it were someone else and not you pleasuring me. You are a wonderful, attentive and considerate lover. You always make sure that I enjoy our love making and I love you for that."

She gave herself a shake and said, "This getting into dangerous territory, I think we should call a halt for now. Fantasies are just that and should remain private. There's no harm done as long as they remain fantasies!"

Once more life returned to normal and the next three years flew by. We had settled into a comfortable and somewhat staid lifestyle. Our sex life was down to two or three times a week and to be perfectly honest, I found more than a little mundane. Maybe that's the wrong word to describe it, but we were in a rut sexually. We talked about it of course and tried different positions and introduced toys into our love life. One change Debbie did suggest and we tried it occasionally, was that we dispensed with condoms, but only when she was sure it was her 'safe' time of the month. That really did have an impact for a while and she really did get into it. I guess the very thought that we could make a mistake and she'd find herself pregnant once more had something to do with it. At first, after we had both cum she would dive into the toilet and clean herself up before returning to bed and have me use my tongue on her until she had another orgasm. That changed one night after she went still naked, to clean up as usual, but opened the bathroom door to find our eight year old daughter, Hazel sitting there on the pot. She started asking all sorts of awkward questions about where Mommies PJ's were and what was all the noise in our bedroom about? Was Daddy hurting her and so on? 

After that, we made sure they were sleeping first, but then one night she said she couldn't be arsed with getting up in the cold (it was the middle of winter) but she still wanted me to go down on her! Diving into a messy pussy was not my idea of a fun way to round up our love making, but I reluctantly gave it a go. It wasn't too bad after I got over the initial greasiness and smell, but I soon got used to it. Sitting on my face soon became her favourite position and she loved to grind her sopping pussy onto my face. Sometimes it felt as though she was trying to smother me and a couple of times I had to push her off my face or suffocate!


We Had It All - Aftermath



1. We Had it All -- Aftermath 

When I reviewed We had It All, I realised that I may have short changed Debbie by not exploring her motivation and decided maybe there was room for a sequel. I also read the comments saying the ending was rushed. So here it is! It is written with Debbie in first person.

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I sat in my house reading a letter that Gary had left me. My dad had picked me up at the prison gates, I had been released from prison that morning and was trying to come to terms with my life now that I was divorced and estranged from my children. I had been imprisoned for trying to Pervert the Course of Justice, I knew my world had ended. I had lost my husband and my children through my own selfishness and lust! As he drove, it ever occurred to me to ask him where he was taking me. It wasn't until he turned into the street where my family home used to be that I asked, "Why are we here?" Before he could reply another question escaped my mouth, "Are Mark and the children waiting for me here?" My excitement and the sudden burst of hope flooded my senses, but my dad deflated that hope in an instant, "No Mark and your children don't live here anymore! The house is yours and he has left you letter that explains it all. 

He stopped the car, we had arrived at my old home. My mother was waiting inside and rose to give me a hug, but could not bring herself to say more than, "I'm glad you are out of that horrid place. You deserved to be in there for what you did, but now you need to try and build some bridges with your daughters. Despite what they might say, they need their mother now that they are growing into womanhood. It's too late for you to do anything about Gary, he has started to rebuild his life, without you, I might add and I for one wish him every happiness." She had said her piece and asked my father to take her home, so I was left alone in my home with plenty of time to reflect on the damage my actions had caused.

My husband, Gary had me served with the divorce papers while I was out on bail awaiting trial. I was still working at the Accountancy Practice, but from the Milton Keynes office. I had found a small flat to rent, it was pointless looking long term until the trial was over. I was not seeing Mark he and I split up after I learned that he tried to shift the blame for our arrest on me. Gary had been awarded temporary custody of our children pending the final decision. He had also filed for full custody of our three children, Hazel, Gemma and the baby Danny even though he believed that Danny was not his child, but the child of my lover, Mark Bennett. I say baby, but he was nearly four years old when I was incarcerated. I didn't fight Gary on the divorce or custody issue, he was a far better parent than I had been, loyal and loving, only I didn't appreciate then just how lucky I had been.

Life in Prison was tough for me, not the type of environment or the inmates the kind of people that I was used to associating with. I only spent a couple of weeks in a Medium Security Wing of our local Woman's prison before being transferred to an Open Prison which has a more relaxed environment. Those first two weeks were a complete eye opener for me. I didn't realise just how butch some female prisoners could be, never mind the guards! I'm not so easily shocked by that type of behaviour now as I was then, where the bitchiness, meanness and sheer brutality of the place shocked me! Don't misunderstand, I wasn't raped or propositioned during that first fortnight, but it was made clear to me that I would be someone's bitch before the month was out. I witnessed a few fights and thanks to Gary, I knew how to punch and move. He had been a professional boxer and had taught me how to defend myself. One particularly butch woman tried to intimidate me in the dining hall and tried to push me against the wall so she could use her weight t to crush me against it, I slipped passed her and unleashed a punch into her soft belly. After that I had no more trouble while I was in there. Due to the overcrowding in the prison, a case review had been conducted and low risk category prisoners were being transferred to one of the new Open Prisons. I was lucky enough to be transferred out of hell and into a much better environment.

Life in the Open Prison was much better and I had the opportunity to reflect on my behaviour over the last three years. One of the comments that Gary made while we were still married haunted me and I spent of lot time thinking about it. He had accused me of not feeling any remorse for cheating on him and it was true! I didn't feel remorse even then and I started to explore why that should be. I'm a fairly intelligent woman and knew that I should be feeling guilty, but didn't! I went back over our whole life together from teenagers through to the present day. Did I love Gary? Certainly not when we first married, a shotgun marriage is not the best way to start ones adult life. Did I grow to love him as the years passed? I honestly couldn't answer that then or now. I loved my family and I was content with our life for many of those years together despite the scrimping and saving to make ends meet. 

The more I thought about it the more I was coming to the conclusion that I resented being railroaded into marriage because of the condition I found myself in. I also discovered that deep down, I resented the fact that I never had a chance to experience life and freedom as a young woman. I further defined that down into believing that I felt aggrieved that I never had a chance to play the field a little. I'm quite a sexual being and Gary had been my only lover. I had surrendered my cherry to him fully conscious that I would have a chance to spread my wings when at University. Early on in our relationship, Gary and I had agreed that we would both see other partners while I was away. Therefore, I believed that I would have the chance to experience other men then and until that time, I was happy to be with him.

That resentment festered and reached a climax after I enrolled for the Open University Course in Accounting. Over the first year, I met other mature female students and in the bar after dinner, we took it in turns to recount our experience of the other sex before we either married or entered into stable relationships. I found myself envious of them and when it was my turn to reveal all, they were shocked when I told them that I only ever had experienced one man. I was teased constantly about my lack of experience and kept telling them that I was perfectly content with the man I had. 

That seemed to satisfy them until one night during our final week's seminar for the academic year, our tutor Mark Bennett came into the bar, the other women started making comments about how sexy they thought he was and what they would do to him given the chance. We were pretty well drunk by this time and when he came over the giggling started. Naturally, he had to know what the joke was and Jenny, one of the more forward girls, told him that I was looking for a lover so I could experience sex with another man for the first time. Well I was told later that I went beetroot red and tried to hide my embarrassment by getting up to leave, when he grabbed my arm and ordered me to sit back down. It was all just banter at first and we all had a good laugh afterwards, but the seed was sown and after that night, he always seemed to single me out for private chats. I tried to ensure we never spent any time alone together, but I was getting drawn in and found myself attracted to him, even wondered what he would be like in bed.

When I returned from that first week away, I was all over Gary like a rash. I had him fuck me the first time as I was so wet from my sexy exchanges with Mark and the second time was more satisfying as we made love and the third time that night was amazing. I had to give him a blow job to get him ready for action before I impaled myself on his cock and rode him for ages, slow at first, then gradually increasing the pace until he was almost ready to cum and then slowing down tormenting him to distraction. In the end he got too impatient and pushed me over all the while keeping his throbbing cock deep in my pussy and pumped into me hard and fast until I had the best climax in years. He said something to the effect that if I was always going to return that hot, he could definitely get used to reaping the benefits. That set me wondering even more.

My second year was the one where I gave into my deepest fantasy and allowed Mark to take me. It was the second weekend seminar and we were in the bar with all the others. By this time they all had a fair idea that we were attracted to one another so when Mark arrived, they discretely left us alone. At the end of the evening, that we had spent gently flirting and gazing into one another's eyes, I ended up in Mark's rooms and before long in his bed. He took that first time in a brutal and almost clinical fashion. He simply started to strip off his own clothes as soon as we entered and brusquely told me to strip if I wanted fucked! This was not what I had anticipated! In my fantasy I thought he would gently kiss me and then take me slowly, but for some reason his approach, so different from Gary's made me instantly wet with desire. I looked at him, standing with his back to me stripping off his jeans and hurried to comply. His foreplay was minimal, he just pulled me to him and kissed me, his tongue forcing its way past my lips and his intertwining with mine, walking me back towards his bedroom and onto the bed where I opened my legs to let him enter my core! I was so wet that he slipped easily into my pussy and started to pound at me. My legs, almost without any conscious command from me, wrapped around his waist and held him in. I started to orgasm almost within seconds and just kept on going. I had heard of multiple orgasms, but this was the first time I had ever experience them. I was on fire and when he finally exploded deep within me, I almost passed out. 

We must have slept for a while and I awoke to find his prick pushing and nudging its way once more into my vagina and he proceeded to repeat the experience. I didn't have multiple orgasms that time, but he still brought me off just after he shot another load of his jism into me. That's when it dawned on me that I had no protection against getting pregnant! Gary always used condoms unless I told him it was safe. As I lay there in the post sex languor, I realised it was too late to do anything about it now and I was eager for more. I slipped down and took his penis in my mouth and brought him to another erection. He stopped me before I made him cum and told me to get on my knees. I complied and pushed back against him as entered my sloppy pussy once more. He didn't stop there long and at first I thought he was just reposition to get at my pussy better but that wasn't his plan. I felt his finger moving towards my anus and tried to pull away, but he held me firmly by the hips and told me to relax and enjoy.

Enjoy! What the f..... I was a virgin back there! Even Gary had never tried to do me there! I tried to relax as first one finger then two eased into my back passage. I started to anticipate his probing fingers and felt myself responding. Then he changed position once more and I felt his cock pressing at my nether entrance. I stiffened up and once more was told to relax as he started to work his cock into my bowels. I felt a sharp burning pain as he pushed past my sphincter and thought the worst was over. Wrong! I was screaming at him to stop and that he was splitting me in two, the burning pain had not eased but increased in intensity, but he just ignored my pleadings and continued to push, all the while telling me to relax and that I would soon get into it. He was right, once he stopped moving and just let me get used to feeling of being totally filled, the pain eased and I held my breath until he started to slowly ease back out, only to slow push back in. I started to respond and my body rocked trying to ease his passage. He took that as a signal that I was ready and increased his pace and going deeper. I asked if he was fully inserted and he laughed and said not quite so I told him to go for it. I couldn't believe myself! Demanding that he bugger me deeper, but I did and he complied. I had never felt so full and so sore at the same time. He increased his pace and soon had me screaming in a mixture of pain and ecstasy as I came. He made one final thrust and I swear I felt his ejaculation all the way down to my toes. He pulled off me and rolled onto his back gasping for breath. I couldn't move my bum was on fire and my legs were trembling uncontrollably, After a few minutes he arose and gently helped my walk to the bathroom where we shared a wonderful hot shower. He gently soaped my body, paying particular attention to my pussy and anus. The soap burned a little as he pushed me his fingers into my back passage to clean his sperm out of me. With the water still pouring down on us he dropped to his knees and started to use his tongue on my clit bringing me swiftly to another orgasm! I had never in my life experienced anything like that and knew that I could not resist his advances from that point on. I couldn't wait for the next and final night to continue my education. 

When I returned home from that seminar, Gary as usual wanted to make love to me, but I was too tender, my pussy felt sloppy and my behind was tender. I had spent most of the train journey standing as I was so tender and it was all I could do not to squirm in the seat as Gary drove me home from the station, so the thought of allowing him to screw me, was out of the question. I told him I had picked up a yeast infection and it would be safer to wait until it had cleared up. This was not an uncommon occurrence for me, so he accepted easily accepted my explanation. Feeling a little guilty, I did give him a blow job and we went to sleep in each other's arms. 

I couldn't wait for the next University week end seminars to start and kept up my correspondence with Mark via the web under the cover of my Accountancy studies. Poor Gary, he didn't have a clue that his wife was cuckolding him and at that point, I didn't care! He was right in one thing, I had no regrets about it, only anticipation of the nights to come when I could experience my lover's efforts to please me. I was in panic mode when my period failed to materialise, luckily Gary accepted my explanation that we must have miscalculated and that he never suspected that Danny wasn't his child. To be honest, I'm still not too sure myself about who the actual father is, as Gary and I had resumed our sex life and I made sure that he didn't wear a condom! At first I was angry at first about being 'caught' once more, but between us, Gary and I worked out a plan that meant I would only miss the one year of University and that I could pick it back up when I was ready. 

I restarted my University studies after having the year out to have Danny and Mark and I resumed our affair the first weekend I was away, but this time I was back on the pill! Gary didn't suspect a thing as we were careful only to get together at the seminars. I worked it out once and we actually only had twenty nights together in total! Right up until Gary found out about us, I had no regrets whatsoever. I rationalised this to myself by believing it was just a University fling soon to be over. 

Even though I knew that Mark was married, I had never once questioned what he told his wife on the nights we spent together, right up until he suggested that we move in together when my degree was completed. I was stunned and was divided about what to do. He was very persuasive and the sex had lost none of its eroticism. This was in stark contrast to my life with Gary where our sex life was getting stale. I longed to suggest to him that he take me anally, but didn't know how to approach the subject. While I pondered what to do, I sounded out my employers about the possibility of moving to their office near Milton Keynes and they were agreeable, so I had that option up my sleeve. 

My final weekend with Mark proved to be my undoing! Mark knew about my love of attending boxing. Fight nights were something Gary and I both enjoyed and I knew how the action turned me on sexually. Mark told me that there was a World Championship fight scheduled for that second weekend when I would be in Milton Keynes. I wasn't really interested until he told me that the main fight involved Barry Boston. I told him that I knew him and maybe I could cadge a pair of tickets off him. He had offered Gary and I tickets to his fights before and we had often taken him up on his kind offer. Mark was all for it and I phoned Barry and asked if he could help us out. I told him up front that Gary wouldn't be there but I had a friend that was keen to see him fight. A couple of days later, I had my tickets and not just any tickets either! Barry had really come up trumps an gave us two ringside tickets as he said this was probably his last fight before retirement. I can still relive that night as if it were yesterday. Mark and I went to the fight and I had chosen to wear my green silk dress. It had been a Christmas present from my parents, Gary and I didn't have that sort of money and it was pretty tight on me since little Danny had been born, but I loved the sexy feeling of it next to my skin. I chose not to wear a bra that night as I knew that would add to my excitement. 

I never knew that Gary was there that night. I didn't recognise him when he was working in Barry's corner and even when I saw the repeat of the fight later on TV, I had to concentrate to identify him. On the night, it must have been due to the fact that, as usual I got pretty excited. Mark got the benefit when we got back to Milton Keynes. We were just starting to have an early morning romp before getting ready to attend a class when to my horror, Gary burst in. The rest you know if you've read the Gary's story, but in the aftermath of being found naked by Gary and his wholly justifiable assault on Mark, we concocted a complete fabrication to try and cover our asses. Mark was worried about his job and so too were the two witnesses. Mark assured me that it would be easy to get them to confirm our version of events. That may well have been enough, if Gary didn't have the foresight to record my virtual confession that we had set him up and the story about the breakfast meeting in my room was a lie. I didn't know that the tale we wove, would have led to Gary being convicted of something he didn't do. But at the time Mark had convinced me that he would only be charged with assault and as a first offender would probably get off with probation. So I agreed to go along with this and it wasn't until after I was charged that I found out that Mark was telling me lies. He had spun he story around to make out that Gary's attack had been premeditated because, Mark claimed he had told Gary of my intention to leave him in favour of himself. He told the police that I had already arranged to move to Milton Keynes after I qualified to live with him. I knew that my boss, if asked would verify that was true. My lawyer told me at my trial that if it could be proved that his attack was planned and not some random act of jealousy, they would have enough evidence to press for a charge of Grievous Bodily Harm. A charge that could send Gary down for four or five years! Gary always was a street wise guy and he must have cottoned on to what was happening and decide on some insurance, hence the tape recorder. 

In a way, I was glad that Gary had tricked me into revealing the true circumstances leading to his attack on Mark, the last thing I wanted was for him to be sent to prison, a fine and probation was as far as I was prepared to let things go. I tried to justify this to myself and kept telling myself that I would have stood up and come clean before Gary's freedom was threatened. Fine words, but deep down I wondered if I would have had the courage if push came to shove!




We Had It All - Aftermath



2. We Had it all -- Release and Reality 

I had sat my final exams while out on bail pending my trial and received confirmation that I had passed whilst serving my sentence, at least the five long years of hard work had some practical outcome! 

When I was released from prison and my father met me at the gates. He had been my only visitor during my time inside, not that he ever forgave me for cheating on Gary, but because as he said, "He was my father and loved me, but that did not mean that he liked me very much." I was surprised by his attitude to Gary, when we first started courting, he made it clear that Gary was not good enough for me and blamed him for getting me pregnant in the first place. Throughout our marriage, he had remained civil to Gary, but never really showed him any respect. I wondered what had caused this transformation, so I asked him outright! He said, "When you first got divorced, you were in prison. Hazel and Gemma consistently refused to visit with us and your mother was distraught. Gary invited us over one day without informing his daughters and sat us all down together and laid down the law to them. He told them both that he was ashamed of them when they refused to write to you and had regretted not forcing the issue. He was not prepared to allow them to drift away from their grandparents and ordered them to behave like adults they were becoming." Things improved from that point and they now saw their grandchildren every week and had them over for tea after school sometimes. 

He was relating this story as we drove back towards our home town. I was surprised when we turned into my old street and parked on the driveway of my old home. "Why are we here? I expected the house to sold by now! There's no way Gary could afford the mortgage without my income to help!" My Dad smiled and said, "Mark has moved out and found himself a new home for him and the kids. He has left you a letter inside that will explain it all. I suggest you read that and thank your lucky stars that he has been so considerate."

So, that was how it came to pass that I came to find myself alone in what used to serve as the family home? I picked up Gary's letter once more and read it for the second time. He had obviously taken his time and had composed this letter carefully, if somewhat abruptly, not that I could fault him for that.

Firstly, he explained that he had been lucky and won a large sum of money on the Lottery, he didn't mention the sum, I found that out later. The house was now mine, he had paid off the mortgage, and it was mine to do with as I pleased! He had closed our joint bank account and opened a new one in my name at the same branch. The funds and what meagre savings we had had been transferred into the new account. The old Volvo that I used to drive was now in the garage and was mine as well. Lastly he told me that I could see the kids whenever I wished and all I had to do was phone him to make arrangements. He simply signed it, Gary.

I was overwhelmed and started to cry, he had been more generous than I could ever have hoped for, the house, the car and about £1,700 in the bank! The best news of the lot, was of course, granting me unlimited access to my children. During my incarceration, I wrote to my children every week, but apart from a response letter from Gary a short time after my first letter explaining that my girls did not wish to write to me. He said he had tried to convince them to write, but they had refused. He also forwarded pictures of the three of them sitting together on a beach in Portugal. That was thoughtful of him and I wrote back thanking him. He did not respond! But, I continued to write to them even if they didn't reply!

I met with my Probation Officer, the next day and we discussed what I was going to do next. I told her that I wanted to make my peace with my ex-husband and re-establish contact with my children. After that, a job was my first priority and within a week she had managed to find a large manufacturing company that was prepared to take the risk on me. 

My boss was called Martin Mears and he was not a tall man of around five six or seven, but he was almost as round as he was tall. He was polite to me and apart from at the interview, never made any reference to my time in prison and for that I was grateful. I soon understood how they worked things and within a week I had mastered their accounting practices as it was all fairly standard stuff. The other office staff were all friendly towards me, particularly the younger males. They sought me out at tea breaks at lunch time and were always complimenting me on my clothes and appearance. It was one of the other women who put me wise to what was going on. Her name was Sheila and she collared me after work one night during her second week there. "Been divorced long Debbie?" she asked when they were alone.

I was surprised that she had guessed and asked, "Is it that obvious?"

"You bet. You can try and hide it but everyone knows that you're a divorcee. Your ring finger is still bears a white band where your rings were and you never gossip about the man or men in your life. "The guys in there," Sheila said nodding back into the office building. "They had you sussed almost within minutes of you starting. A pretty young woman, clearly no longer attached, who by now must be gagging for it! Well that's how they view it believe me and I'm one who knows, they all tried it on with me in the beginning, so much so that I had to start wearing my rings again and talking about my husband being a rugby forward. That calmed their ardour a bit. If you don't want their attention, I suggest you do something similar."

I felt totally shocked. Was I that transparent? I suggested to Sheila that we went for a drink and she could give me some pointers about how to survive life after marriage. We had that drink and it was to be the first of many nights we spent together. She turned out to be the woman friend that I never really had through the years I was married to Gary. If I had a friend such as she, maybe I would still have been married!

The first thing I did, once I had confirmation that I had secured a job, I picked up the phone and rang the number Gary had left for me. Gary answered it and he must have recognised my voice, "Hello, I guess you got my letter. I've been waiting for your call. The girls are at school and Danny is at nursery. I guess we need to meet and discuss the arrangements for you to see your children." 

Not our children I noted and replied, "Your children too!" 

"Not all of them!" he replied coldly! 

"Look, I don't want to get into a slanging match over the phone, can I come over, or do you want to come here?" I said quietly. 

"I'll be over shortly. Put the kettle on." He ordered. 

Typical, I thought, at least that hasn't changed, he always did like his tea. I did a quick check and discovered my Mum had thoughtfully supplied a load of basic shopping necessities. I put the kettle on and out of habit was checking my make-up and hair with butterflies invading my belly while I waited his arrival. The doorbell rang I moved from my position at the window where I stood to watch for him to arrive. His car was a new Range Rover and even I could appreciate the elegant beauty of such a huge vehicle. I hurried to the door and with a quick glance in the mirror to check my hair, I opened the door and nervously stood back to allow him to enter. "You don't need to ring the doorbell to this house, you should know that!"

"This is not my house any longer and we are divorced, in case you've forgotten. I will never walk in here un-announced!" he replied coldly. He brushed past me and walked into the living room and stood waiting until I invited him to sit down. I poured the tea and handed him his cup, all the while thinking how good he looked. He had lost weight a looked as fit as he did when he boxed regularly. At my trial, he looked rather podgy.

Without preamble he said, "I have given this a lot of thought and I want you to feel free to visit the girls at any time and take them out for the day. They are at the stage where they need their mother. Hazel in particular has been affected by our divorce far more than I realised. I have been having issues with her behaviour and have been forced to ground her on too many occasions lately. I think she is running around with a bad crowd, smoking, drinking and God knows what else. I suspect she may even be using drugs, but she just ignores me when I question her, that or flies of the handle and accuses me of being dictatorial towards her. Gemma too has her moments and the likes to ignore me as much as possible. Of our three kids, only Danny behaves what I would call normal. So you see, our children need you and don't underestimate the job you will face trying to win back their respect. I tried to shield them from the reason for our break up, but the trial put paid to that! They know all about your affair and have not yet come to terms with it."

He paused to take a sip of tea and I jumped in, "Please don't think I'm making this up or trying to cause you more pain, but I think you should have Danny's DNA sampled and tested. I have been giving the timing a lot of thought and believe that there's a better than even chance that he is your son!"

"But YOU told me that he wasn't mine, way back! Why the sudden change of mind? He asked.

"I was angry and wanted to hurt you so I lashed out with the only weapon I had, and as I said, the timing is one thing and you only have to look at him to see, he looks more like you than Mark. I'm sorry for the affair and causing you all that distress, but prison gave me the chance to reflect on my behaviour and I'm sorry for being such a slut! I behaved appallingly and want to apologise to you."

Ignoring my apology, he looked at me and said, "I'll think about the DNA test, but please remember, he's my son irrespective of who's his biological father. You know that if you had just waited another year before going after some strange, we could have had it all. The money, a big house and everything we ever dreamed of. In case you are under any illusion, we will never get together again! I loved you unconditionally and you betrayed me and I will never forget that! The hate and bitterness have had time to dilute and I no longer want to punish you or make you feel just some of the hurt that you caused me. Just so you know, I think it will be better coming from me, I have a girlfriend and we are starting to get serious. She has not moved in with me yet, we are hoping that once Hazel is back on track, we can cement our feelings. On that subject, if you ever have the kids overnight, I will ask you not to have a male friend stopping over, at least until things stabilise."

"You don't have to worry on that score, I don't have any male friends and I doubt if our neighbours will be pleased to see the slut back in circulation. They will be watching their husbands like hawks, not that I'm interested in any of them in any case!" I replied. 

We talked for more than an hour and when he left, I felt quite pleased about how it went. At least we were talking and the angst was gone. I never really felt that getting back together was an option and in any case, I knew that I didn't want that. Yes, I wanted a man or men in my life, but I was free now to explore my sexuality and intended to take every opportunity that came along. 

More worrying was the problem of Hazel! In the past, I would have called my mother for advice, but from her tone when I had talked to her earlier, made it clear that I was not one of her favourite people right now. I had arranged with Gary to go round that evening to talk to the kids and try and start building bridges.

I took extra care with my dress, deciding Jeans and sweater was more appropriate as I intended to take them all out for a McDonalds or Pizza. I picked them up at six and at first things were very strained, Hazel was sullen and hardly uttered a word, but at the same time, clear that she resented being forced into spending time with me. Gemma took her lead from her big sister and she only responded when asked a question. Danny, bless him, seemed not to notice the chill coming from his sisters as he kept up a barrage of questions about where I had been, why I was not living with them anymore. Questions, that I tried to answer honestly, conscious that the girls were hanging on every answer. We had pizza and slowly things seemed to get a little better. I didn't broach Hazel's issues with her Dad, I wanted to get her alone for that! By the time I got them back to their Father's house, they were at least trying to make some conversation and I arranged to pick them up the following Saturday morning and take them out for the day.

It took time but over the next month or so, things gradually improved and between Hazel and I. I arranged to meet her on our own and had a long heart to heart. The topic got onto boys and sex and I asked her gently, "Are you still a virgin?" 

She blushed and shook her head. The follow up was obvious, "Are you taking the pill?" Another shake of her head, her eyes downcast and refusing to meet mine followed. I realised that what I said next could define our relationship, so I calmly told her about the circumstances leading to her birth. I ended the story by saying, "Don't ever think that the way you were conceived had anything to do with the break-up of your Dad and I's marriage. You're Dad and I love you very much and we had some good years together before I screwed it all up! I hope you can see now why we both are concerned about you. We don't want you to make the same mistakes that we did. I'm not telling you not to have sex, God knows you're Dad and I were at it like rabbits, but first thing tomorrow we will go and see about getting you on the pill. I'm sure you already know this, but you need to insist that the boys also use condoms, AIDS is only one of many STD's and you need to protect yourself. It was different when I was your age we still had STD's but not this AIDS thing. I find the thought of catching something like that very scary. So please give some thought to your own health when you are sexually active."

She looked at me with a bit more of an understanding as to why this conversation was taking place. She asked, "I take that Dad been telling you about my misbehaviour and that he suspects I am doing drugs and drinking alcohol and stuff?"

"Of course he has, we're still your parents and only want the best for you. Divorce doesn't change our parental responsibilities. He loves you but could not seem to communicate with you. Can you imagine your Dad trying to have this conversation with you?" I asked with a smile and she started giggling and soon had me giggling with her at the very thought! 

She assured me that she was not into drugs, but admitted to drinking alcohol when she was out with her friends. I gave this a lot of thought and said, "I can't order you not to drink, I know that would be a waste of time, but you must always be very careful with whom you drink. It's always better if you're with a crowd of friends who will watch out for you if you get smashed. That and never leave you're drink unattended, some boys may well try and spike it when you're not watching!"

After that conversation, thing between us started improving and Gary also noticed the change in her attitude for which he was very grateful. Gary reported that she was no longer giving him grief all the time and he could now have a conversation with her without any eruptions of fury. Christmas was looming and Gary told me that he and his girlfriend, Penny want to start living together early in the New Year. I had met Penny a couple of times, a few years younger than me and she seemed very nice. I wished him well and asked if he had told the girls. He seemed a bit embarrassed but said, "That's the thing Debbie, do you think you could sow the seed, so to speak? I don't want to spring it on them out of the blue, but thought if you were to mention in conversation that it might happen one day, then they would at least be prepared for the possibility."

I laughed out loud and he got that frown I knew so well. I couldn't resist teasing him a little, "So you want me to prepare the way and tell our girls that you are going to shack up with your lover?"

"Well, I wouldn't have put it quite like that, but essentially, yes that's what I am asking of you. Is there some problem?" he asked me.

"Well, I can't help but reflect on the irony of the situation." I said smiling at him, "The ex-wife clearing the way for the woman who replaced her in her husband's life."

He saw that I was teasing him and laughed with me, then asked again, "Well, will you?" 

"Of course I will. It will probably come better from me than you in any case. It will show them that there's no animosity between us and if I can accept being replaced by a younger model, then they can also learn to accept the fact that life goes on." I told him smiling once more.

"Thank you Debbie, I've been so worried about how to approach the subject and kept asking myself, what would I do if they object to our living together?."

It was good to see him so happy again and just for a moment I regretted ever cheating on him, but only for a moment. The memory of some of the wild orgasms I had with Mark came to the fore and I felt myself starting to get wet just from the memory. It was time to get home and relieve the pressure, so I bade them all goodnight and left.

Once at home I made straight for my bedroom and scrabbled in the drawer until I found one of my favourite vibrators! Gary had kindly left our collection when he cleared his gear out of the house. Since I had returned home, nearly three months before, I had not been with another man. I relieved my frustration with my vibrators. I was buying a lot of batteries, that's for sure!

3. We Had it All -- Moving on

My relationship with my two daughters and son were back on track and things at work were going well too. I had spoken to Hazel and Gemma about the possibility that their father may be on the brink of making Penny a more permanent factor in his live and therefore also theirs. They asked me for my thoughts on this and I told them truthfully that I wished them both the best of luck and every happiness. A fairly long debate followed that, mostly about why I was so happy about it. I patiently tried to explain it to them and in the end they agreed to try being nice to Penny instead of trying to ignore her existence. Christmas was fast approaching and presents were a bit of a problem. I had to ask Hazel what her father needed and the kind of things that Penny liked. The suggestions weren't of much value, so I ended up buying Gary gloves and Penny a silk scarf. They were more token gestures than of any deep meaning. The kids were easier to buy for, they had made their desires very plain.

The only disappointment was that my sex life sucked. I took Sheila's advice about wearing my rings and they had the desired effect and seemed to quell the ardour of the younger males at work. Christmas was particularly hard, I spent the first part of the day alone and felt very isolated until Sheila arrived and we had Christmas dinner together. Around five in the evening Gary and Penny dropped the kids off and they had another batch of presents to open. I gave then a drink and we stood back as they delved into their presents. Hazel was looking a bit miserable and I asked her why the glum face and she told me that she wanted to go to her boyfriend's house, but Gary had forbidden it. I suggested she ring him on her new phone and invite him here. She was so happy about that and it did my heart good to see her like that. I was not so old that I couldn't remember what it felt like. Gary was furious at me for overruling him on this but Penny, whispered into his ear and he apologised to me. "Maybe I was bit too harsh on her and you managed to find a compromise that keeps everyone happy." 




We Had It All - Aftermath



I smiled and said, "All you need to do in future, is picture yourself at the same age and remember what it felt like to be young and in love!"

New Year had always been a bit special to Gary and I. It was the night that Hazel was conceived and we always made a point of making love that night after everyone had gone home. I was on my own that night, Sheila had an invite to some party and had a new man friend to try out. I was sitting at home, on my own and drinking my way steadily through a bottle of red. Around one in the morning, I answered the phone. It was Gary and Penny who had called to wish me a Happy New Year. It turned out that they had been sharing a few memories and Gary had told her about how special that night had been to us. She had instead that they call and just in case I was on my own. I put the phone down in tears after the conversation had been completed. It was nice of her to think of me and guess I would be lonely and in need of hearing a friendly voice.

New Year is a time of resolutions and taking stock and that's just what I did. Financially, I was, for the first time in my adult life, secure, no debt and with spending money in my pocket. I was in a job that I enjoyed and one that paid me well. My children accepted that their father and I would never get back together and that we were on friendly terms. My sex life still sucked and I decided it was time to buck up and take some of the chances that came my way.

Sheila and I took to going out together at least once a week for dinner, show or both. She put me wise to life as a single woman, something I never had the opportunity to be before. She, like me had found dating to be very difficult. If all you wanted was a one night stand and a quick fuck, any bar would provide opportunities. The problem with that was they tended to attract the younger crowd and we would be regarded as exactly what we were, divorcees, looking for a bit of fun. I was torn, I wanted the fun, but young men looking for an older woman to shag was not my preference. I longed to be courted and seduced before surrendering to my lover. The slam, bang, thank you ma'am was not on the cards for me.

Then, we discovered that the Internet held lots of interesting forums where anonymity was a given. I got right into it and suddenly a whole new world was opened up to me. In these chat rooms I could explore my deepest fantasies without any shame. I had been communicating with one man in particular, called Roger and he was constantly asking me to post a few pictures, which I did. Nothing very revealing, but then he started asking me to post some of me in my swimsuit or bikini. I was nervous about this, but when he posted some of his in his Speedo's, I relented and sent him a few. This was accompanied by ever more risqué conversations, mostly him commenting on my figure and what he considered to be my best feature, my breasts! To cut a long story short, Roger asked me if I had a video camera attached to my computer, he wanted to use the Web Cam, so we could talk and see each other at the same time. I could see where this was heading, but was intrigued about just how far he would try to take things. So I gave him my Web Cam address and we changed to that mode of conversation from then on.

One night, Sheila and I had been out and I was pretty merry when I returned home. I went to check my Emails and had a quick look to see who was logged on. Roger was there and wanted me to sit and talk for a while. Amused I did as he bade and then he talked me into undoing the top few buttons on my blouse, which I did and then before he asked, I slipped another two buttons for good measure. Depending on how I sat dictated the amount of cleavage and bra he could see. I could see he was getting hot under the collar at my actions and as I watched he slowly ran his hands over his crotch and the hardening bulge concealed by his pants. He gazed at me and I could see the lust on his features and popped open a few more buttons. Now my bra was plainly visible and my hardening nipples could be seen trying to poke their way through the skimpy bra that contained them. I felt my pussy start to get damp and then very wet. He was openly stroking his erection with his hand inside his pants as he watched me reach in and take first my left breast then my right out of the restraining bra cups. "Drop your trousers and let me see what you've got before I go any further! I commanded and he did this with alacrity. His prick was not that big, but was very thick and I watched mesmerised as he slowly jacked it up, then started to stroke it faster. I started to tease my nipples now plainly aroused. I felt the familiar tingle in my groin as I tweaked them harder, my breathing getting more ragged. My actions must have been too much for Roger as he ejaculated, sending a fountain of sperm into the air and over his keyboard. I smiled and before he could say anything, I broke the connection. I hurried to my bed and selecting my biggest vibrator, proceeded to bring myself to a huge climax.

The next time it happened I was stone cold sober and Roger asked me to strip and use my vibrator to bring myself off. I don't know who was the more surprised by my action, me or him. Over the next few weeks, he started to push me for a meeting and revealed that he lived in London. I arranged to meet him at Euston Station, one Saturday in Spring at noon and he was waiting as I came off the platform. We had a nice lunch at my Hotel and then went straight to my room. I was wet with excitement, how would he perform? Would he appreciate my figure? I knew he liked it when we watched each other via the web cam, but this was in the flesh so to speak, would I still be as attractive as he told me I was? As it turned out, I needn't have worried. He was all I had dreamed about and he fucked me twice that afternoon. He was bigger than Gary in length and girth. My poor pussy was sore after we had finished the second time. We showered together before we got dressed and since it was still not all that warm, I decided to wear my cashmere sweater with a short skirt. On top I wore my raincoat for some added warmth and protection against the rain showers. 

Roger took me down to the East End and into his local pub for a drink before going out to dinner. The one drink turned into a few and a few turned into more. We were having a good time, all thoughts of dinner forgotten for the moment. We were with some of his mates and the conversation got more ribald as the drinks were downed. I seemed to be the centre of attention right up until I saw Roger talking to a tarty looking blonde woman. They were arguing over something and I saw him gesture in my direction a couple of times, before she turned and stormed out.

He came back over and taking me by the hand led me out the side door of the pub. I thought we were going to get something to eat, but instead he half dragged me into a back alley behind the pub. It was dark and from what little I could see, lined with empty beer barrels and plastic crates awaiting collection. The whole place had an overpowering smell of urine and if I hadn't been half drunk, I would have made more of a protest. He pushed me against the brick wall and started to kiss me and fondle my tits. As I said, if I had been less drunk, I would have fought him off, but in the end, I let him open the coat that I had just fastened and push my sweater up to expose my bra. It was cold and the damp and my nipples were hardening as a result. Roger roughly dragged my breasts out of their restraining bra cups and proceeded to suck and tease them with his teeth. The sheer perversity of what we were doing turned me on! I was worried about being caught, but that just seemed to fuel my excitement. I put my arms round his neck and pulled him closer and he took that as a signal to pull my skirt up and pushing my thong to one side he start caressing my pussy. I lifted my right leg up to give him easier access and wrapped it around his waist while still standing on my left leg. I felt his cock pressing against my sex and helped guide him into me. He immediately started pumping away and I felt my orgasm start to build. Then, I heard a noise coming from the end of the alley and had a quick glance over and saw it was his mates and they were pointing at us and egging him on as they walked closer to get a better view! 

That was enough to bring me back to earth with a bump. I was frightened now, this was not my idea of a fun evening and from somewhere deep within me I found the strength to twist my torso and felt him pop out of my vagina and then tried to push him away from me. I struggled to escape his embrace. He was like a leech except this was a leech with hands and arms everywhere. I screamed at him to get off me and tried to repel his advances. I was seriously scared now, I was sure that I was about to be gang banged as his mates did nothing to help me, until one of them, Jimmy I think his name was, shouted, "That's enough! She doesn't want this to happen and I won't be party to rape and if you know what's good for you, you will back off and let her go." Roger backed off and turned on Jimmy shouting at him, "Who the fuck are you to tell me to back off? I ought to kick your arse you moron!"

I took the opportunity to pull my skirt back down and tried to get my breasts back into my bra. I was crying now and I guess the others started to realise that it wasn't consensual as they started to slink away backwards. I looked to see how Jimmy was faring and saw that he had Roger under control and looking at me he said, "If I were you, I'd fuck off quickly. You can grab a cab at the corner." I started to thank him but he just jerked his head and said, "Just go and don't come back! This not a part of town that someone like you should frequent! Now Go!"

That galvanised me and I ran out of the alley and was lucky to hail a cab straight away. Back in my hotel, I ran a bath and while I lay there soaking in its soothing warmth, I took stock of what nearly happened to me. What the fuck was I thinking about! Allowing myself to be persuaded to come to London by a guy I didn't really know that well, not only that, I allowed him into my hotel room and seduce me! Then, to compound it all I let him take me out of the relative safety of the central London hotel, down to East End and into a pub full of strangers. To compound it, I let them buy me enough drinks to impair my judgement and to end up in that dirty, smelly alley! Fucking Hell! I had done some dozy things in my life, but that was just plain stupid! As I lay there full of self-loathing, it dawned on me that Roger had NOT put a condom on when he was fucking me in that alley. I was too aroused to realise that at the time and had let him enter me without protection! Just as well, I managed to disengage before he had time to pump me full of his seed! Pregnancy was the last thing I needed, not to mention STD's. I had stopped taking the Pill when my sex life dwindle to zero so pregnancy was a real issue and resolved to check checked out at a clinic when I got home, better to be safe than sorry. How could I be so stupid!

4. We Had I All -- Conclusion

I returned home severely chastened by my near catastrophe. I threw myself into work and deleted my non de plume from the web site that hosted the chat room that so nearly led to my undoing. I missed the chat and the excitement of it all, but it was just too risky. I had nearly come a cropper in London and that put me off that type of excitement for a while!

The kids and I continued to see each other often and I was pleased that we could now talk easily and openly to one another. 

The next big life changing event in my life came about when I was returning the kids to their father and met Barry Boston, just as he was leaving Gary's house. We stopped and chatted for minute while the kids were transferring their overnight bags into the house. Barry asked, "Debbie, have you got time to go for a coffee with me. There's something I've been meaning to ask you about?"

I checked the time and said, "Sure, I'll meet you in Costa in about fifteen minutes." I stopped long enough with Gary and Penny to tell them what we had been up to since yesterday morning. We always found it best if we passed that sort of detail on as little Danny would make references to it hours later and get annoyed if Penny didn't understand what he was referring to. I left them and went to meet with Barry Boston.

Barry and I had merely tolerated each other when I was married to his best friend Gary! Now he was asking me to meet him. I was intrigued. He bought the coffees and we sat together chatting about this and that, but nothing of any consequence. I waited patiently until he was ready to tell me what he wanted to see me about. Finally, he got to the point. "I used to have an Accountant that I employed ever since I started as a Pro, but he died two years ago. One of the other Accountants in the same firm took over and since then the returns have been diminishing! I suspect that my Accountant has been embezzling cash from my investment portfolio, or at the very least skimming more than a fair percentage! I know that you and I never really hit it off when you were married to Gary, but you are the only other accountant I know and Gary says that I can trust you, so I want you to run your eye over my accounts and see if you can confirm what he's up to. Will you do that for me?"

I thought about his request for a few minutes and he must have seen my hesitation in my face and he continued, "Look. I'll pay you for your time! This is a cry for help, if I'm not careful, that cheating bastard will bleed me dry. I fought very hard to get that money and I don't intend to let him screw me over this!"

"Have you given any thought about how you will get your accounts off him for me to audit?" I asked. "Chances are he will have a set of doctored books that he uses to show you everything's above board and legit. If you go at it the wrong way, he'll suspect that you're on to him."

"Just you leave that to me! I'll make up some cock and bull story that my lawyer needs them for drawing up my will or something." He replied.

"OK, I'll leave that to you, but I want as much information as you can gather about your share portfolio as it stands now and a detailed list of investments you have made and if possible what you've traded." I told him, "Oh, and I'll need your Bank Statements as well."

A few days later he brought over so much information that I was stunned! He told me had investments, but the scale of his investments caught me by surprise. He was rich, very rich. Boxing had clearly been very good to him and his old Accountant had served him well. Over the next week or two, I worked on his accounts almost every evening and found that he had been getting screwed. His Accountant had not made a very good job of disguising his embezzlement and Barry could have figured it out for himself, with a little effort. I called him and asked him to drop over. He came the next evening and insisted on taking me out for dinner. I had to rush to get changed and apply some war paint, it had been a while since a man had taken me to dinner and I was a little nervous. I needn't have worried, he was courteous and took me to the best restaurant locally which was not saying a lot, but it was very enjoyable just to be out to dinner with a man and I found myself liking Barry more than I had thought. 

We talked about everything except the reason for our date. At one point he said, "I guess I should apologise to you. I know we didn't hit it off when you were married to Gary and that you didn't like me calling in on you and Gary uninvited, but he was my best mate and when you find one as good as Gary, you cherish him. You probably don't realise this but, I was infatuated by you, but at the same time scared that Gary would notice it. That's why, I was always parading a string of girls through your home whenever I was over for dinner. I want to try and explain why that was." He paused and gulped some of his coffee before continuing, "You see, I was attracted to you and admired you so much, but at the same time, Gary was my best friend and still is thankfully and those girls, well they were my way of not making it too obvious that I was interested in you. It was a sort of defence mechanism, having those girls around would allay any suspicions that Gary may have had about my eagerness to accept his invitations to dinner.

Wow! I thought, now that's surprised me for I had always assumed that he was a bit of a playboy. Well, to be perfectly clear, he was a playboy. During the fifteen or so years that I had known him, he played the field, never married, though if some of the gossip columnists were to be believed, he had been close a few times. There was no doubt in my mind that he was a lothario, but I was curious about his motive in telling me this now, so I played it cool and said, "And you just couldn't come and tell me before now! I've heard some good pick-up lines lately, but that's got to be up there at the top of the tree!"

"It's not a pick-up line! It's the truth. I had watched you and Gary together for years. You were so totally into each other that I thought that nothing and nobody could get in between the pair of you. Then came the divorce, Gary was really cut up about that. I've never seen him so distraught. He told me that you had cheated on him with your University tutor and that Danny was not his child. I know now that was said in the heat of the moment, but at the time Gary was broken. Do you have any idea how much you hurt him?"

This was not the way I had envisaged the evening going, but I was not going to let him get away with that line of questioning, so I said angrily, "Of course I know, I'm not a totally insensitive bitch! I have apologised to him and being the lovely man that he is, he has forgiven me. We are now on fairly friendly terms and he realises that I never really loved him as much as I should. I not going to defend myself to you, I was rushed into marriage and for a while it seemed to work, but I resented the fact that I hadn't gone to University and experienced more of life, but Gary was the only man in my life until I met Mark and allowed myself to be seduced. Look, I screwed up my marriage, end of story. I some ways I'm glad that I did because Gary now has a wife that truly loves him. Of course, I regret the pain I caused him and our children, but I have no intention of discussing it further with you! Now do you want to know about your finances or not?"

He looked as though he was going to say something more on the subject, then thought the better of it and asked me, "Have you completed your investigation that quickly?" 

"Yes and it's as you suspected. I calculate that he's been skimming off about £5,000 a month for the last six months. He's not even been very clever at trying to cover it up, almost like he wants to get caught!" I told him.

"Why would he want to get caught? Don't answer that! I'll deal with him and sort the problem. Nobody cheats me and gets away with it!"

We talked on and he asked me if I would go on date with him! I was almost going to refuse and then thought, why the hell not? It's not as if I had a string of suitor's queuing up to invite me out, so I said yes!

So the next night we went out on our first date. We went to the cinema and then a late supper. He was a perfect gentleman. He was attentive and actually listened to me when I spoke to him, not that many men do that when they are out on date, they're usually too busy blowing their own trumpet and trying to impress for that. I could see why he had little difficulty in attracting female company and warmed to him a little. He took me home and simply kissed my cheek as he left me at the door. I don't know if I was disappointed or not. If he had asked to come in, I might not have refused!




We Had it All



Another couple of years went by when Debbie brought up the subject of returning to University. We were at home alone for once, the girls were at hockey practice or dance class or both. I asked her if we could afford it as she was the one who took care of our family finances. She admitted that we couldn't afford a conventional University, but if she joined the Open University where she could study at her own pace at home, then it was perfectly feasible. Her employer was going to pay her tuition fees, so the costs were well under control. I mentioned a few of the things that struck me as important, like, where will you find the time to study and continue to care for the children and will it affect our love life? Nobody said I needn't be selfish about things! She assured me that she had worked it all out and our parents had agreed to help when she had to attend tutorials or residential school.

Wait a minute, I thought, residential school? So I asked, "What's this about residential school?"

Once again she had her response prepared. She clearly had given this a lot of thought. I had a feeling that I had been ambushed. She replied quickly, "A couple of weekends a term plus a week long end of year residential forum, that's all it is. It's an opportunity to meet other students on the same course and of course or tutors. It's no big deal and I really want to do this!"

I had some misgivings, but the look of expectation of her face as she gazed into my eyes convinced me that we could do this. 

So I said, "OK. One condition though, I can live with all of this, it's you that's got all the hard work to do, but if it starts to impinge on our children's upbringing or welfare, you need to stop, take a sabbatical or something till the problem's sorted!"

She jumped into my arms and started kissing me and things were developing nicely when the door banged and our eldest stood there hands on hips surveying the scene, "Gross!" Was all she said before disappearing into her room followed by the sound of heavy rock. She was into rock music for some strange reason, maybe because her Dad played it constantly in the car when we were all together going somewhere. 

Debbie and I made up for it later that night and we had our best session in years. I managed to get it up three times that night and that was a first since before we were married! Agreeing to Debbie's proposals had some benefits and I pondered why I hadn't suggested it myself.

Debbie's course started with her having to attend a one day introduction seminar and she returned full of enthusiasm about her course and her tutor! His name was Mark Bennett and she told me that he was about twenty five, tall and handsome! That got me jealous, just as she was expecting and she teased me for weeks about it and the questions I had asked her about him. Even the girls joined in the teasing and I felt not for the first time in family of women, that I was being ganged up on.

Following Barry's lead, I had turned Professional and getting paid for my fights. The money wasn't great, but it all helped with the family finances. Debbie always attended my fights and still got excited from watching grown men batter the hell out of each other and our sex life was always out of this world following a fight evening. To supplement this extra income, Barry got me jobs working as a sparring partner to other pro's and because I suffered from cuts so often, I became adept at stopping bleeding from around the eyes. Soon I had a reputation as a good guy to have in your corner if you were susceptible to cuts and I was often asked to be in the corner as the cuts man. I got paid for it, probably better money than when I boxed myself.

Slowly, I cut down on my own fights and concentrated on sparring and corner work. My day job was still working as sheet metal worker, the only change being that I was now foreman and spent more time planning and pricing jobs than actually doing the hands on work. That meant that I got home by five thirty most nights, unless there was some gym work scheduled.

In order for Debbie to get the time off she needed to attend the occasional day or weekend seminar, Debbie's had agreed to working later in the evening make up he lost time. The girls were old enough by now to look after themselves and disciplined as far as their homework was concerned to get straight to it after school, so I took up the slack in preparing the evening meal for all of us. After dinner, the girls usually watched TV or played on X Box. Debbie retired to the spare room which we had set up as an office and studied. I was left to my own devices, so I played games on Debbie's work laptop.

We had our own computer for her University work. I soon got fed up with the games, so I tried working on creating spread-sheets on Excel, presentations on Power Point and even Project Planning. If I was stuck Debbie would help me out. I got right into it and started to find that I could use my new found competence at work and soon my boss was asking me to put together production schedules electronically. Up until then, we had a huge board with all the jobs and timelines on the back wall of his office, which worked fine unless he had a meeting going on! So I worked hard on introducing a system and when that was completed, had to explain how it worked to him and the other members of the management team.

3.The Final Years

Debbie's first year flew by and she had completed her modules on schedule. During that first year she had to attend two weekend seminars which meant she left us on the Friday after work before returning late Sunday evening. At first when she came back from these weekend trips, she was all over me and the sex was terrific, then after her end of year weeklong module, all that changed.

This had been her first full residential session and this was the first time we had been apart for more than the odd night here and there, since we had been married. That Debbie was excited about the prospect was beyond doubt. She spent hours packing and sorting the clothes she was going to take. Even the girls noticed and started to tease her about it. They were quite the young ladies now, Hazel was twelve and Gemma ten, both developing fast and were carbon copies of their red haired mother.

On the Monday night she phoned me and gave me a contact number at the residence where they were staying. We didn't have the money for a mobile phone, other priorities. On the phone she raved about the course and was full it. I asked her if Mark Bennett was there and she said, "Of course he is, he's my tutor. You're not getting jealous on me again are you?"

"As long as it's only Accounting and Finance that he's tutoring on, I've no need to be jealous have I?" I replied teasing her and laughed at my own joke. The truth was that I was jealous and was worried that she was drifting away from us.

Instead of winding me up about my jealousy, she took a different approach, "He's just my tutor, that's all, so you've no need to get antsy about him!" she replied. The acidity with which she laced the words surprised me and I felt a shiver of a premonition pass through me.

"I'm not antsy about him, I was joking, but you chose to take it the wrong way. Enjoy your dinner and give us a call tomorrow, love you." I said.

"I love you to and you have no need to worry he's all very professional and anyway he's married. Night, Night and kiss the kids for me." She said before breaking the connection.

The next night, she did phone but was she was in a rush to go to dinner and then they had some group thesis to write for the following morning, so it was short and sweet. She made a point of phoning the following two nights as well always about the same time. Mark Bennett's name was not mentioned, so I refrained from broaching the subject.

On the last day, their course was scheduled to break up early before they headed their separate way. Debbie had travelled by train and she promised to call me confirming the time her train would get in so I could go and pick her up at the station. She had said that they were breaking up after lunch, so she expected to catch an early train and be home by about four in the afternoon. It was knocking off time for me and I still hadn't received her call. I was starting to get worried and had to collect the kids at five from their Gran's so I had to leave the work and collect them. Once at home, I tried to call the residence number she gave me, but was told by the person who answered that they had all left immediately after lunch. Now I was really getting concerned, where the hell was she? Finally about nine, she called and told me she would get a taxi home as it was so late. I started to ask her where the hell she had been to this time, when she said, "It's a long story. I will tell you when I get home." And then she hung up.

Ten minutes later and she was home. The girls had waited up for her as they wanted to ask her all about her week away and to tell her how much they had missed her. I sat there listening as she related all about her wonderful work. 

I remembered later, that at one point she said, "Actually, it was very hard work at times and some of the concepts they were teaching were difficult to grasp." She replied in response to a question from Hazel about why she had such dark circles under her eyes? It takes another female to see things that are pretty obvious to them and it served to make me look at her much more closely than I would normally, I guess I'm a typical male and had not noticed that she did look pretty beat until it was pointed out to me by my daughter. I decided to hurry things along a bit and suggested to the girls that it was time they were in bed. They took the hint and after making us both a cup of tea, Debbie and I headed for bed ourselves. I was looking forward to making love to my wife for the first time in the best part of a week, but when we slipped into bed and I tried to initiate a little loving, she spurned my advances and said, "Can we not do this tonight please? I'm just too tired and won't be able to give you my best efforts tonight."

Before I could stop myself, I retorted, "If it's an effort to make love to your husband let's just forget it, night, I love you." And I turned over and pretended to sleep, but she wouldn't let it lie. She sat up and pulled off her nightie and lay back down naked with her legs spread. "OK, come and get it. I don't want to deny you your pleasure!"

I was tempted to jump aboard, but the futility of making love to her in her present mood did not appeal. I turned back and gave her a cuddle and I felt her stiffen before I whispered, "Sorry, I know you're tired but I was expecting you back earlier. You did tell me that you were finishing after lunch. Where were you?"

"Mark asked me to go to his rooms for some personal tuition on a module I've been struggling with. It was too good an opportunity to miss and it really did help me understand it better by the time we were finished." She whispered back. 

I thought about whether she was telling me the truth or not, but if she was lying, she wouldn't have mentioned his name, especially as she knew of my jealousy. No, I convinced myself, she is telling me the truth. If she was lying she would have had a better lie prepared than that. 

When I didn't say anything, she said, "I'll make it up to you tomorrow night. I'm just exhausted tonight." We kissed and went to sleep. True to her word, she did make it up to me the following night. 

That set the pattern that was to be repeated the following years. The one exception was after her second year, she had to take a year's sabbatical as she was pregnant again! She said we must have slipped up somewhere along the line, but I was not unduly concerned, in fact I was delighted at the news. Debbie took it philosophically and when in due course, our son Danny was born I told her, "Now we really do have it all!"

It was during her final year that found out that she was having an affair, or at least had a damn good reason to suspect it, might be more accurate.

Debbie was attending one of her weekend seminars and I was left holding the baby, quite literally. Young Danny was just coming up for three years old and the girls were, well no longer girls, they were young ladies, aged fifteen and thirteen respectively. I got a call early Friday morning from Barry asking if I could be his corner cuts man as his regular cuts man had been involved in a car crash. I told him that I was tied up with the kids and that if I can get my parents to baby sit, then I would be there. The fight was in Northampton and I calculated that it would take me about two hours or so to get there given the usual Friday night traffic. Then, I had a brainwave, Debbie was going by train to attend to her seminar at Milton Keynes and Northampton was not that far away, maybe we could travel together?

I phoned her work and was told that I had just missed her, she had already left. I was disappointed that we had lost a chance to spend a few hours together which was a rare event nowadays, but thought maybe I could drop in on her on the Saturday and buy her lunch. I called my boss and arranged to take the afternoon off and then went and talked my parents into babysitting duties. I went home, left a note for the girls, before grabbing my gear and getting into my old van for the drive to Northampton.

I arrived just as the programme was starting and went to see to my charge. Barry was at the end of his career by now and this was to be his final fight. He was already stripped ready for action, even though he wasn't on until the last fight of the evening. We sat and chatted and watched some of the action on the dressing room monitor. Most of the fights were being televised for transmission later, but Barry's fight and the one preceding it were for Pay for View subscribers, but they were transmitting it live into the dressing rooms. This was a big fight for Barry. He was boxing for the vacant World Middleweight title against a Columbian boxer who was more than useful. Barry was the underdog, but had home advantage. It looked like being a close fight and the hall was crowded in anticipation.

Just before Barry was due to enter the ring, his head trainer wanted to have some final words with him, so I slipped out into the hall to sample the atmosphere. As I stood there watching two fighters in the ring do their stuff, the local boy suffered in an accidental clash of heads and while he was still reeling from that, he was knocked out by a massive right hand from his opponent. The crowd were on their feet booing and shouting foul. Eventually the crowd settled down again and the fighters left the ring to return to the dressing room. The announcer was doing the build up to the main fight when I noticed this red headed female form jumping up and down as if trying to catch the eye of the winning boxer. I couldn't identify her from the angle I stood at, but she sure looked like my wife, red hair, not too tall and with a tight body that I could see was encased in a form fitting green dress. 

I moved in an attempt to identify if it was my wife or not, but the fanfare sounded, the lights dimmed and the opportunity as lost. 

I joined Barry and his team as they entered the hall. I was curious, I knew Debbie liked going to the fights, but I also knew that she had a tendency to lose control when excited, so it was imperative that I try and see if it was her or not! I had been the beneficiary of an excited Debbie many times and now had serious concerns.

I took my place with Barry's support team in his corner, which unfortunately was at the opposite side of the ring from where Debbie was sitting, so I could not see her because the ring was between us. The fight went as expected and I thought Barry was just edging it. I was not called upon to exercise my skills until the eighth round when a clash of heads by the boxer's drew a huge cut along Barry's eye brow. At the end of the round, I was first into the ring to work on his cut, all thoughts of Debbie forgotten for the moment as I worked hard to stem the blood. I managed to get it stopped and applied a large chunk of Vaseline in an attempt to protect it from further damage. The referee came across to inspect it and said he was tempted to stop the fight, but I pleaded with him to give Barry one more round. Reluctantly he said OK but if it opened up again, he would have no choice. 

I told Barry he had to finish the fight this round as the cut was a nasty one and more than likely reopen f he took a punch on it. He just nodded and winked at me as the Seconds Out order was called. As I went to climb out the ring, I glanced over and confirmed that it was Debbie on the other side of the ring and my heart sunk. She was seated ringside and was wearing a dark green cocktail dress, one that was cut in a deep V which emphasised her full breasts. She didn't notice me as she was too wrapped up in whatever her partner was saying to her. 

Barry got up off his stool and waded across the ring towards his Columbian opponent. They sparred with one another and the first few exchanges were ineffective, neither landing a decent punch, when his opponent, deliberately in my opinion clashed his head against Barry's. The blood literally spurted from the wound and the referee must have agreed with me and immediately disqualified the guy. There was uproar from their corner as I jumped into the ring and rushed to Barry's side to try stem the blood. It splashed everywhere and I noted that some of it had landed on her dress.

She was to wrapped up in the whole thing to even notice me as her partner was trying to stop her clambering into the ring. Thinking about it afterwards, I guessed she was trying to get at Barry's opponent. 

Her partner had his arms around her from behind, his hands on breasts as he tried to pull her back and he was quickly assisted by the security men stationed round the ring who manhandled her away to safety. I don't know if she had recognised me or not, but that was the least of my worries at that point, I had to help Barry get patched up and off to hospital for some stitches. Barry was awarded the fight and went off happily to get his treatment and I accompanied him.

Later after he had been patched up by the professionals he sat with me as we waited for transport back to the hotel and said, "I take it you saw her then?"

I just nodded not rusting myself to speak and he patted me on the back and said, "Don't be too hasty in passing judgement, she may have a perfectly good explanation."

"She's supposed to be studying tonight, so what possible explanation can she come up with? Did you see her with that guy, she was all over him when I saw them earlier."

"Still, promise me that you'll give her the opportunity to explain before you go into attack mode."

Back at the hotel, we had a few drinks to celebrate before I excused myself and went to my room. I was not in a party mood! I saw the phone and looked up the number she had provided me for the Halls of Residence and rang her room. There was no reply! I tried again half an hour later, same result! I decided to go over there in the morning and have it out with her.

I checked out early, before Barry and the rest of his entourage were up and headed over to Milton Keynes. I found the Halls and went to enter but I did not have the pass code for the entry system. I had to use the entry phone and rang her room.

This time I got a response as a sleepy sounding Debbie aske who was there! I mumbled something about forgetting the code and she said, "OK. Give me a second and I'll press the override, but please don't make a habit of this." 

She clearly hadn't recognised my voice and must have thought that I was one of her fellow students who had got lucky the night before.




We Had it All



The door buzzed and I went straight to her door and rang the bell. I don't know who was the more surprised when the guy I had seen her with the night before opened the door dressed only with a towel round his waist. I pushed past him and took the three short steps to see my wife lying on the bed with the sheets pulled up to her neck in a vain attempt to cover her nudity. Vain, because I simply ripped it out of her hands and exposed her nakedness. Her lover, for I was now sure that's what he was, tried to grab my arm and propel me away. Big mistake that, on his part and subsequently on mine! He tried to say something as he grabbed at my arm, well I think that's what happened. It was just before my right hand connected with is jaw, followed by a left cross that snapped his head back the other way. He crashed backwards and collided with the ceramic wash basin on the way down. I looked down at him lying there, blood pouring from a wound to his scalp. "Doctor Barry I presume. I can't say that it's nice to meet you under the circumstances, but you'll be hearing from my solicitor." 

I kicked him in the balls just for sheer badness and turned to face my wife. God my right hand hurt, it felt as if I had broken something and as I stood there looking first at him then my wife before focussing on the pain emanating from my damaged hand. It was starting to swell as I stood there stupidly. Meanwhile Debbie was scrabbling around to pull the sheet back into place when the hall keeper and one of the other students appeared in response to the scream that Debbie had involuntary let out with my sudden appearance and from the crash of the broken ceramic basin. I looked down at my wife, on the bed, she had stopped trying to make herself look respectable. Her breast looked red and I swear I saw what looked like a love bite on her tit, right next to her hardened nipple. She must have realised that it was futile to try and make excuses or to try and disguise her part in the fracas and was stupidly looking up at me, tears in her eyes and trying to say something to me. I closed the gap a bit more and did something I have been deeply ashamed of ever since, I hawked, just once in her face and pushed past the startled observors. The hall keeper tried to prevent me leaving, but I just cocked my right fist and he very sensibly backed down. I found my way to the front door and I jumped into the van and drove off.

As luck would have it, my trip home instead of taking two hours, took nearer six. There had been a major pile upon the motorway and I was trapped in the queue only a mile from my exit. I got home to the sight of a police car standing at our doorstep and two very large policemen waiting for me. They asked me to accompany them to the station to help them with their enquiries. 

I asked them, "Can you tell me in what connection you are asking for my assistance?" I had already guessed that it was about the incident at Milton Keynes, but I was trying to play for time. I needed to sort out my story and when they confirmed that it was as I presumed, the assault on one Dr. Mark Bennett.

I said, "What about my children? Are you happy to leave them here alone?"

"They won't be alone sir, your wife has already returned by train. She has given us her statement and now we need to obtain yours. Are you going to come voluntarily or do I need to arrest you?"

Debbie must have been listening at the door as it opened and she was standing there looking at me as if trying to fathom out what my reaction would be. Hazel was standing beside her at the door holding Danny. A bewildered Gemma was just coming home from somewhere, ushered in by her mother who was trying to answer her non stop questions about what was going on? I was led towards the police car when Hazel came rushing out, walking straight up to the policeman who was guiding me into the back seat, she asked him, "Where are you taking my dad and what's he supposed to have done?"

The policeman simply ignored her at first and after locking me in the car, turned to her and said, "He is wanted in relation to an assault on a man in Milton Keynes earlier today. If you want more detail, ask your mother!"

On the way to the station, the other policeman turned round and looked at my bruised and swollen hand and said, "I saw you box a few times at the Town Hall, you were good and had a terrific right hand. I hope the damage is not too serious."

"It hurts like hell, I think I might have broken it!"

"We'll get the Doctor to have a look at it when we get to the station." He said a little sympathetically. "Was it worth it?"

"You better believe it." I responded with a smile for the first time in hours.

He got on the radio requesting that a Doctor meet us at the station. Once at the station, I was cautioned and asked if I was prepared to make a statement? "I am prepared to make a statement about the circumstances that led to me assaulting a Mr Bennett. I only hope I broke his jaw, as my hand hurts like buggery!"

Before he could proceed any further, the Doctor arrived and examined my hand. He ordered an ice pack to reduce the swelling and said, "An Ex-ray can wait until you have taken his statement. The ice will help ease the pain until then."

So I made my statement admitting my actions in response to extreme provocation. I then had to sign it with my left hand as my right was totally useless by then, numb with cold!

Shortly after, I was charged with assault and released on Police bail and told I would be notified when I would be required to appear before the beak. It would not be locally and most likely at a Crown Court near to the seminar location, probably Northampton or Bedford. It was well after midnight and the police arranged for a car to run me home.

Home was probably the last place I wanted to be, but I had nowhere else to go at that time of night. Debbie was waiting up for me and rounded on me asking, "Why did you attack him. You are an animal, do you know that? You deserve all that's coming to you!"

No apology for her behaviour and certainly no remorse. I said rather woodenly, "Debbie, your my wife and I love you. Tell me, do you love him?"

"I'm not really sure. It started as just sex and he is very good at it." She said and then said the words that added to the pain I was suffering, "He does thing to me that you never have. I guess he realised one of my long held fantasies, remember we talked about what another man would feel like, well I found out and how!"

I was too stunned to get really angry, that would come later when I had a chance to reflect more. "I thought we had agreed that they were to remain fantasies and that I was the only man for you?" I asked in response.

"Yes." she replied more reflectively, "but that was before I got to find out what I had been missing."

"So that's it then?" I asked her, "I'm to be discarded now that you have had a chance to sample a bigger, better dick?"

"I didn't say anything about discarding you! All you have to do is ask and you can have all fucking you can handle."

"But you're going to continue fucking around, trying to find the biggest dick around?" I asked with a sinking feeling in my heart.

"Probably not, he just answered a question that has been unanswered for years. For your information, he's not any bigger than you, only he uses what he's got better! If you can match his performance, then there's still a chance for us."

"That's quite a challenge. You're presuming that I want to remain married to you! To be your cuckold whenever you feel the urge to try something new? Let me tell you this now, that's not going to happen! I guess that means it's over and I will be looking for somewhere else to live tomorrow." I said sadly. 

"You know the one thing that really hurts, your infidelity, I could probably get over in time, but the real hurt is that you have no remorse about what you did! Have you forgotten during all the times that you cheated with him just so you could experience another cock, that you were not the only one to give their virginity when we made first made love? I also lost mine that night and I realise now that I have loved you from the time that we first met. I told you recently that we had it all when Danny was born, but by your actions you have thrown it all away. We almost had it all, but your lust to check out another cock has trashed everything."

I slept on the couch that night, with three kids, we didn't have the luxury of a spare room. In the morning, I gathered the girls together over breakfast and told them that their mother and I were splitting up. 

Naturally they wanted to know why and I simply said, "Sometimes two people get together for the wrong reasons and it takes a long time for one or the other to realise it. Your mother and I, well we both love you very much and that won't change, but sometimes two people just don't love each other enough to keep together. That's what's happening between me and your mum. That's why I will be moving out, but when we get divorced, I will be asking the court for joint custody of the three of you. That way we will still see each other every day."

I didn't know that Debbie was standing a the door listening to every word, "Sorry to disappoint you all, but that won't be happening! Our children need to have a stable background and you know we can't afford to remain in this house without both of us earning, so we will be moving to Milton Keynes! I've already squared it with my boss and I will be working out of their office there as of next month!"

Before I could stop myself, I snarled back, "You have it all worked out don't you. You want to tell them the real reason you are moving there? Maybe they won't be so keen to go with you when they find out that it to be nearer your lover boy. By the way does his wife know about the pair of you?"

Hazel looked at her mother and asked, "Is his true? You're splitting up because you cheated on dad?" Without waiting for her response she stormed on, " Well I'm almost sixteen and will be able to make my own decisions about who I live with then, and it won't be you!"

Debbie started to plead her case, "Listen darling, I realise that you are upset, this has all be a traumatic shock to you, thanks to your dad's big mouth. But the Court always awards custody to the mother in cases like these. I'm sorry if that does not meet with your approval, but you will come to Milton Keynes with your sister and brother!"

Hazel looked at her with complete loathing on her face and ran into her bedroom crying.

Debbie turned her attention back to me and said sadly, "It's not really your fault, you did nothing wrong and yes, we really did nearly have it all, but I just got tired of scrimping and saving, watching the pennies, but with Mark and my new found degree, I will be able to live a more comfortable life, one that you could never provide! I intend to keep my family together, Hazel will soon come round once she sees the life style we will have enjoy and you, well you can carry on with your miserable existence living hand to mouth as usual. Oh and you will have to pay the child support as well!"

"We'll see what the Court has to say about that!" I said, almost shouting.

"Gary, how do you think you will be able to care for our children. As likely as not, you will be in prison for assault, maybe even GBH, if I testify that your attack on Mark was unprovoked and that you quite deliberately went back to him and kicked him in the balls as he lay on the floor helpless!"

"You're forgetting the eye witnesses. They both saw you and him stark naked in your bedroom, don't you think that your accusation that the attack was unprovoked will carry much water when they testify to that?" I retorted. This was not going as well as I had thought.

"I think you'll find that the eye witnesses will state that we were both fully dressed and having a breakfast meeting when you burst into my room and assaulted Mark! Your so called witnesses have a vested interest in doing as we dictate! One wants to keep his job at the University and the other wants to pass her course, something she will not do if she doesn't toe the line!" Debbie said triumphantly.

"You mean you have gotten to the witnesses and blackmailed them into committing perjury in Court, just to ensure that I go to jail?"

"I will do anything to keep my family together and it wasn't me who got to the witnesses, I don't have that kind of hold over them. Mark talked to his peers and they agreed that they didn't want any scandal cast on the University, just at the time the budget grants were due for renewal, so the 'old boys' network triumphs once again."

I tried to bluster my way out of it but it was useless, she knew she had me by the balls or at least she thought she had!

As I turned to leave as if conceding defeat, she couldn't resist one last indignity, "In any case Danny isn't your son, he's Mark's! He was conceived while I was on one of the weekend seminars. Why did you think I suddenly had you stop using the condoms! It was convenient for me at the time to let you believe that he was your son as Mark wasn't ready to commit himself to leaving his wife for me, but now he is!"

I swung back and said, "It makes no difference to me, but maybe the Court will view the matter of his parentage in a more objective light when it comes to trial! I don't care whether I am his actual father or not, he's my son, I have looked after him and cared for him since he was born and it's too late to change that now!"

With that off my chest, I left and drove back to the cop shop and asked to see the police constable who had taken my statement earlier. When we went back into the interview room I told him what had transpired between my wife and I and he said, "What you say may well be true, but unless you can prove your story, she has set you up perfectly."

I took the tape recorder that I had secretly carried in my pocket and which had recorded our conversation and he began to smile as he listened and when the conversation ceased he said, "I think you have your 'get out of jail free card' right there. Can I take a copy of this for our files?"

I nodded yes and then he continued, "Are you prepared to sign a statement regarding the circumstances under which this conversation was taped?"

Again I nodded my assent and we spent the next hour getting the facts down on paper, signed and verified. I was feeling a lot better when I left the station this time round.

I found out later that armed with a copy of my statement and tape, the police arrested Debbie and questioned her about the discrepancies between her signed statement regarding my alleged attack on Dr. Bennett in which she claimed that they were both dressed and conducting a breakfast meeting at the time and the tape recording in which she admitted that that the witnesses had been coerced or bribed into making false statements to the police. They warned her that Perverting the Course of Justice was a very serious crime which if she was found guilty would lead to a custodial sentence. They also told her that Dr. Bennett had been arrested and was facing similar questions. She denied it all until the Milton Keynes police confirmed that the two eye witnesses had confessed to making false declarations on their statements and were likely to be charged with attempting to pervert the course of justice. 

Faced with this overwhelming evidence, Debbie asked if she could change her statement. The police allowed her to do this, but warned that she could still face charges at a later date. Dr. Bennett tried place the blame for their false statements firmly in Debbie's court alleging that she had blackmailed him into agreeing to the scheme or she would inform his wife! He was betrayed by the very same senior officers of the faculty who had earlier agreed to his scheme in order to protect the University. Faced with possible charges against them, they folded and implicated Dr Bennett as the brain behind the plan to discredit me.

All charges against me were dropped and Bennett was convicted and sentenced to 18 months and Debbie did indeed face charges that resulted in her getting a 6 month custodial sentence. 

While she was out on police bail, I had her served with divorce papers citing her adultery as the reason. Our divorce went through unopposed while she was serving her sentence and I got full custody of my children. The irony was, the week after the divorce became final. I won 50 million Euros on the Euro Millions Lottery, so if she had waited just a few more months, she really could have had it all!