103 comments/ 139862 views/ 20 favorites What A Turn Up By: Britease Yet another 'loving wives' story, with not a lot of explicit sex. I don't do that! Sorry. Hope you like it though. I, as always really enjoyed writing it. If you read this 'John Murray' then don't forget your promise. (sorry, private message ) ------------- ------------- ------------- "Tom, I've got something to tell you. I'm pregnant." Words that would bring untold joy to some couples, but when you are unmarried and both still teenagers, then believe you me, it just ain't the same. But I'm rushing ahead some, so let's go back just a little in time. Not very far as it turns out, just a few weeks or so. Dawn and I had been friends since primary school, where we had been in the same class, me being just a month older than her. We were friends, our parents were friends, and for that matter even our grandparents had been friends. It was just natural that we would end up going out together, and from the age of about fourteen she was the only girl for me, and me the only guy for her. It was natural ---- the way it was supposed to be. Sort of the natural order of things. We'd messed about a bit of course, you know what I mean! But we were both from fairly religious families, where virtue was still something to be taken seriously, and Dawn had made it very clear that I wasn't going to get beyond first base until we had both at least reached the legal age of consent, and even then probably not too far. I didn't argue, and at the time, with the upbringing I'd had, I didn't even resent it. Then I had my birthday, and a month later Dawn had hers. It was a very nervous couple that started to experiment with things that most couples of our age were probably already familiar with. We enjoyed it ---well of course we both did, and in fact it was bloody marvellous, and within a week we made the major decision to go all the way. It wasn't very good actually, but I guess that's often the case, and by the time I'd got the hang of the contraceptive thing, which I just purchased that day, then the rest of it was all a bit of a haze. Not actually a disaster, but .... Well .... Well yes OK, it was a complete bloody disaster if you really have to know. I lasted a good thirty seconds, and poor Dawn was left there wondering what all the fuss was about. Then the bloody condom slipped off when I pulled out, and that put both of us into a mild panic. So much so that it completely put us off even trying again for the time being. More Dawn's idea than mine, but --- well --- what's to say? Anyway ----- at least aware that I was no longer a virgin, I continued with the love of my life, having just left school and started an apprenticeship as a bricklayer with a local building firm. I'd loved it from the start! "Get yer bleeding 'perps' straight you useless bastard," the foreman would shout at me, but I knew from his smile that I was doing well. I was a natural, so I would just grin back, get my head down and carry on. "Going to the dance tonight Tom?" It was Fred, one of the qualified brickeys five or six years older than me. A guy who had helped me out on several occasions when I'd got lost on what I was doing, and sort of adopted me on the site. "Yer, probably Fred," I answered a bit cockily. "I think Dawn is quite keen on going." "I'll take her if you don't want to go," he joked with me. "She's a little darling that Dawn of yours'." What he said was true of course, as Dawn stood about five foot three tall, with beautiful auburn hair that hung down to her shoulders. She had what you might describe as a 'neat' figure, nice and curvy without being too much so, and a trim little waist that I could just about span with my two hands. In all honesty though, I probably never really at that stage appreciated quite what a pretty woman Dawn was maturing into. Accordingly, later that evening we turned up at the dance, me in my best jeans and all, and Dawn in a short summer dress that quite simply did everything for her figure and shapely legs. She was lovely and radiant, and from the looks of the other lads there, I obviously wasn't the only one to think so. I guess even then I knew that I'd have to be on my toes, and sure enough a constant stream of admirers kept coming up to ask her to dance. I didn't mind ---- well --- you know what it's like when you're young and inexperienced. A few years on I might have enjoyed the attention that she was getting. I might have been more accepting of the way they were holding her close, perhaps even taken pleasure of some sort from how outrageously some of them were flirting with her. I might have even not minded the fact that Dawn openly flirted back, but as an unsophisticated teenager, so unsure of myself when around that crowd who were all mostly a bit older than us, then I simply didn't handle it well. I didn't know how to. Jealousy is an awful thing to suffer from, and I was suffering badly. "How about dancing with me," I asked Dawn when I'd just about had enough. "You've danced the last six times with those other guys and it must be my time now." ""Not this one Tom," she threw back at me hardly bothering to look me in the eye. "I've promised Alf there the next slow one, and he'll be upset if I let him down." Oh dammit! It happens all the time of course, but I didn't know that. A young girl's head turned by the flattery and attention of older and more experienced men, and them taken in by the youthful beauty of a pretty teenage girl out to enjoy herself. I watched while Alf took my girl onto the floor. I watched while he held her close --- too close! I watched while his left hand slid carefully down her back, till it was all but cupping her bottom, and I watched while he reached down and planted a quick kiss on her neck. But I didn't watch any longer. Like the fool I was, I strode out onto the dance floor and started to pull them apart. "Get your hands off my girlfriend," I shouted at him. "Piss off you little runt," Alf cried back at me, pushing me away as I tried to reclaim my girl. It deteriorated very quickly, as things tend to when you have young men, strong drink available and a dispute over a girl. Within moments the two of us were struggling together, trying to throw punches and wrestle each other to the floor. He may have been older than me, but I at least held my own. Dawn started to scream, and then others started to join in, and before I knew it I was in the middle of a ruckus that I had started. Then the bouncers arrived. Well they do, don't they? They soon had me collared and were on the point I suspect of giving me a going over, when Fred, my older mate from work intercepted on my behalf. Fortunately he seemed to know the bouncers and convinced them that I had been provoked into the fight. OK --- so I didn't get a working over, but I still got thrown out of the place. And what of Dawn you are no doubt thinking. What indeed! I was outside, and my girlfriend was still in there with all those horny guys, and in my mind I was convinced that one of them would get to her. I was furious, bloody furious. I was angry with Dawn for acting like that, unable to recognise that she was simply a young girl enjoying attention. Oh the distractions of youth! OK --- a little bit more than just attention, but if only I had kept my cool, then .... Well who knows? Perhaps my life might have turned out different. Trouble was, I was all for storming back in and taking the lot of them on. Stupid really, absolutely stupid, as they would have slaughtered me, but such is the arrogance of youth. "Hang on there Tom," Fred tried to calm me down, holding me back from going back in. I suppose the fact that he managed it so easily was some reflection that I realised how silly it would have been. "You can't go back in there Tom. Accept it, you just can't." "I'll murder that bastard Alf," I claimed through my anger. "Yes sure Tom," Fred counselled me. "Maybe you will, but not this evening, and not in the state you're in." I'm not at all sure that I actually saw the wisdom of his words, but anyway as he continued to hold me, I eventually quietened down. "What about Dawn," I demanded at last of my pal. "She's still in there somewhere, and God knows what she's up to." "Dawn's a sensible girl Tom," Fred tried to assure me. "She won't be doing anything silly, I promise you." "So why isn't she out here to see how I am?" I demanded close to tears. "Probably frightened to," responded Fred. "You acted out of order there mate, and she's probably frightened to come out." The two of us settled down, and at last Fred released his grip on me, happy that I wouldn't do anything silly. "Look Tom," he told me in a serious tone. "You stay here and behave yourself, and I'll go back in and get Dawn." I mumbled something, but Fred made me promise to stay put and not try to follow him back into the building. I then had to wait for ten stomach-churning minutes, while Fred went to find my girl friend. I felt terrible --- I hated everyone and wished like hell that we had not gone out that evening. But we had of course, and as much as I may have wished, I couldn't turn the clock back. They were perhaps the worst ten minutes of my life up till then, and if Fred hadn't come back out when he did, then I'm sure I would have charged back in there. "She's in the toilets crying," Fred informed me sadly. "She's surrounded by simpering females who all think you're a stupid prick. But at least if any of those guys try to make a move on her now, the other women will dismember them." It was pretty obvious that Dawn wasn't coming out anytime soon, and Fred and I stood there chatting while my temper slowly subsided further. Eventually he persuaded me that the best thing I could do was to piss off home, and he promised me that he would personally make sure that Dawn wasn't bothered any further, and that he would make sure she got home safely. I didn't like the idea of course, but Fred went back inside and confirmed that Dawn was being calmed down, and would ring me the following morning. Yes --- you're right of course. A terrible ending to a God damned bloody awful evening. Half way home I threw the packet of condoms I had taken with me into the ditch. Silly thing to do, but I had really hoped that I would need them that night after the mess up we'd made ten days before, and my pointless action just about summed my night up. Damn it! ------------ She didn't ring me the following morning --- Dawn that is. I decided damn her. If she couldn't be bothered to ring me, then I wouldn't go chasing after her. There were other fish in the sea and I wasn't a bad looking lad. No damn her. She could get lost! I lasted a whole day. I don't even know how I managed to last that long, but I did, and when I did at last ring her, then I wished I hadn't. "You stupid bugger," she laid in to me. "Embarrassing me like that in front of everyone. Expecting me to behave as if you owned me. What the hell did you think I was going to do?" The conversation went on like that, her shouting accusations at me, and me throwing in the odd 'yes' or 'well' or even 'sorry sweetheart'. She wouldn't even agree to see me straight away, suggesting that we give ourselves time to cool down. Very much against my will, I went along with her idea that we should leave it for a week before we had another date. She promised to call me, but of course the week went by, and I heard nothing. After nine days I rang Dawn. "Hello Tom. What do you want?" Not exactly the most encouraging response was it? Nor was the rest of out pretty brief conversation. Basically, I was put on hold for another week. I know I should have told her to get stuffed or something, but I loved the girl, always had, and I couldn't imagine life without her, and was too inexperienced in life to know what else to do. I just died a little inside. After the second week she relented and agreed to go out with me, but our date wasn't exactly the best one we'd ever had. There was a certain distance between us that hadn't been there before, and all I could do was blame myself. This went on for another week or so, and eventually she warmed up towards me, though any form of sexual interchange seemed to be permanently off the menu. Virtually the only bright point of that sad period, was when she assured me that she hadn't gone off with Alf or any of his friends that awful evening, and that Fred had indeed taken her home soon afterwards exactly as he had promised. It was then that I heard those words. You know, the ones that I have already talked about. "Tom, I've got something to tell you. I'm pregnant." Yes ---- I'd put her in the family way, and the pair of us, not long out of school, were about to become parents. Obviously we had been right to worry about that condom slipping off at the end of our one and only attempt at making love. Then it started. What a to do. Parents that is, as we were both still living at home of course, and hardly even felt like proper adults. They took over and made all our decisions for us. We'd get married as soon as possible. We'd live with her parents who had more room than we did. I'd finish my apprenticeship, and the two families would help to support us. No choice! Was I upset, disappointed, disillusioned? Not at all, not really. Dawn soon become my Dawn again, and we kissed and cuddled like we used to. Our parents did their best to make sure we didn't get the chance to have sex again before the wedding, but two determined people will always find a way. It just seemed to be more straightforward than our previous efforts, and we soon seemed to get the hang of it. ---------------- The wedding took place, a small affair, and Dawn looked so beautiful, fortunately no evidence of the baby yet being obvious. However over the following weeks and months she seemed to grow and grow, till at last she gave birth to our baby. Margaret, Marge to us, our lovely, beautiful perfect little daughter. From the ashes of what could have seemed like a disaster, our marriage grew in leaps and bounds. I finished my training as a bricklayer, actually winning an industry prize as the top apprentice qualifying in our region that year. I soon started making quite serious money, and then when I joined a team working on piecework my earnings seemed to shoot sky high. I was fast and clean and accurate, easily topping a thousand bricks a day, and as a left-hander was very much in demand by other members of my team. Sorry, but you'd have to understand bricklaying technique to know why that was an advantage to me, and I haven't really got time here to explain. We were soon able to leave Dawn's parent's house, and rented a place of our own, managing to put a little aside each week, with a view to one day buying our own house. Marge was growing into a lovely toddler, and was the centre of out life together, and we'd both long been forgiven by both sets of parents for our errant behaviour. Indeed it did seem that life couldn't be much better. And count our sex life in there as well by the way, as over the previous four, five years or so, we had certainly developed that side of our life, Dawn never failing to surprise me with how inventive she could be, and never refusing me anything. I loved my wife and daughter, was proud of my family, and proud of what we had both achieved. Well, as they say, pride comes before a fall! ------------ Fred had always stayed friendly with Dawn and I, and I suppose in some ways I was still grateful to him for helping me out when I had needed it. He had a few different girlfriends and we often went out as two couples. He never seemed to settle with anyone though, and spent quite a lot of time at out new house. That worked well for us, and he soon became Uncle Fred to our daughter, even stepping in to baby-sit for us at times when we needed someone at short notice. Fred and I used to go out to the pub every week, and meet up with our mates, and quite frequently by the time we'd walked back to my house and had a couple more, then he ended up staying over, his ability to drive himself home somewhat suspect. He was a good mate. Now --- I'm not about to spring it on you that I came home early and found Fred and my wife in bed or anything. No it wasn't like that at all. Maybe it would have been better if it had been that simple. ------------------- "Have you noticed the way Fred looks at me?" Dawn asked me one morning, just after Fred had left to go to work, having slept over at our place as usual the night before. "Of course I have Dawn," I replied grinning at her. "You know damn well that he fancies you like mad." Dawn laughed --- I remember it was such a lovely sound when she laughed. "So you're not jealous then honey?" I wasn't, and I told her so. Though barely into my twenties, I'd matured a lot since that night that I'd blown up and made a fuss. I was by then more of a man, more confident of myself, no longer lacking that vital confidence. I knew men eyed my wife up, I knew what they were thinking and I knew that she enjoyed it. Damn it, I enjoyed it as well. What man wouldn't get a kick out of knowing that other guys were envious of you when you had such a pretty young wife. I know I did. "I'm glad you're not jealous honey," she went on. "Because last night when I went out to the bathroom, I thought he would already be in bed, and he caught me in my bra and pants." My eyes shot up at this revelation, and just maybe that wasn't the only part of me. I'd never given much thought to my reaction to another guy seeing my wife partially clothed, and it surprised me at just how much it turned me on. Golly, what a change in just five years! "What happened? What did you do?" I demanded, trying not to sound too eager, still uncertain about the feelings that it had provoked. "Just said ooops! Or something like that and walked back out of the bathroom." "I don't suppose you stuck your boobs out at him, did you," I asked, grinning widely. "Maybe I did just a little honey," she replied, grinning back at me. Crikey! Married nearly five years and I never knew my wife could be such a tease. Dawn slipped her dressing gown slowly off her shoulders and let it slide seductively down to the floor. Underneath she had on just bra and panties. Very sexy ones. Very small ones. "That's not the underwear you were wearing last night Dawn," I pointed out to her. "No ...." She hesitated just a moment before continuing. "But if you wanted, then it could be the next time I do it." Oh Christ! She looked so bloody gorgeous and sexy, just about as beautiful as a twenty-one year old woman could be, with her erect nipples sticking out plainly through the flimsy material of her sexy bra, and her thin 'landing strip' of pubic hair discernable, covered, but hardly hidden by her tiny panties. My throat went dry! "How about if I did this then honey," Dawn asked me next, and reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Sliding the straps off over her shoulders, she allowed the small scrap of nothing to float off. "Come on then 'Fred'," my wife teased me, leaning towards me and sticking her bare breast in my face. "Wouldn't you just love to lick the tip of my breast? I'm sure Tom wouldn't mind too much." Well bugger Fred! I'd lapped up her enticing play acting till then, but that lovely full juicy breast was just too much, and I reached forward and sucked it into my mouth. "Ooooh Fred," my wife continued. "That's soooo wonderful." Cheeky cow! --------------- Ok, so I admit I was late for work that morning, but for me that was rare. Nobody actually asked me why I was late, and if they had, then what would I say. That I had to wait while we pretended that my mate Fred fucked my wife? What A Turn Up I couldn't stop thinking about it all day, and when I got home that night I felt so randy that I grabbed Dawn as soon as I walked in. Fortunately she was obviously feeling the same. Dinner was late that night! It was a little overdone as well. We were sitting at the table after dinner finishing the last of the wine, both of us probably wondering who would bring up the subject first. Dawn beat me to it. "You seemed to like the idea of me showing my body off to Fred this morning Tom." I nodded, and could hardly deny it could I? "Not quite as far as you went this morning with me though sweetheart," I told her. "That was a good fantasy scene, but not in reality." Dawn pouted, pretending to be disappointed, then giggled deliciously. "How far can I go then?" She asked. Blimey, she was serious! I know my wife well, or at least I thought I did, and despite her little girlish giggles --- she was serious! How far did I really want to go with this idea? Did I even want to get started? Where the hell might it end? "Well Tom," she repeated. "How far can I go then?" Gulp! Oh dear was I on the spot! My mind and another part of my anatomy were definitely in conflict and she knew it. "Maybe the next time he comes back with me, you could wear something sexy," was all that came out. "How sexy?" "Well I don't know sweetheart." I was a little bit lost. "Sort of maybe a bit revealing." "How revealing?" Golly she wasn't letting me off the hook was she? "Well Dawn I don't know," I blustered on, a bit embarrassed by the whole thing, but none the less turned on by it. "Maybe a short skirt and a skimpy top perhaps." "OK," Dawn answered, a bit abruptly for my liking. "Very short skirt and boob tube or something. Can't wear a bra with one of those --- what about panties?" "Well of course you have to wear panties," I shot back, deciding that this thing was in danger of exceeding my limits. "I'm not having you flashing your bare pussy at him." "OK that's settled then," Dawn finished with and promptly changed the subject. I sat there trying to gather my thoughts, only half taking in what she was then talking about, and wondering what the hell I had just been talked into. Bloody hell, I'd just been set up. Never mind --- it could be fun. ------------- The week passed by in a bit of a blur, and before I knew it the night for our visit to the pub came round again. Dawn was in a jubilant mood, making no pretence that she wasn't looking forward to her little display. I wasn't so sure though, but knew full well that once I'd got a few beers inside me, that I'd play along quite happily and no doubt make the most of it. We'd discussed it a little bit more during the week and I had laid down some ground rules. We'd agreed that she could wear anything she chose, as long as it didn't actually show her nipples off, and kept her panties covered up. She agreed too easily --- I didn't trust her --- I'm not really sure whether that bothered me or not, and secretly I suppose, I hoped that she may just push the boundaries. We talked about whether I should prime Fred up in some way, but I couldn't think of a way without giving the game away. Dawn said leave it to her so I did, having enough things to think about anyway. We kissed passionately as I left to walk to the pub, suddenly panicking at the thought of Fred not turning up. Well that would get me off the hook wouldn't it. But is that what I really wanted? He was there of course, and we spent a fun evening playing darts and pool with our other mates. By the time I had got a few pints in me, I thought about inviting the lot of them back and giving them all a bit of a visual treat. But no! Sense prevailed. My throat was dry despite the beer we had consumed as we strolled back to our house, and my heart was going twenty to the dozen. I don't know whether Fred picked up my mood, but he seemed pre-occupied, and we hardly talked all the way home. As the key went into the front door, my emotions were a mess. I wanted to go through with this, but didn't. I was close to panic. Like an automaton I opened the door and ushered Fred in. I didn't even know what she was going to be wearing as she'd refused to tell me. I simply knew in my heart of hearts that there probably wasn't going to be much of it. As pre-arranged, I made sure that Fred walked into the lounge in front of me, so that he would see Dawn first. We just thought it would be better that way. I can tell you my heart was in my mouth, and by then I was desperately impatient to see what awaited us. "Bloody hell ---- Dawn ---- what, that is ---- crikey Dawn!" Even before I got into the room myself, Fred's reaction gave me a good clue. Whatever it was she had on, had obviously had an effect. Strewth! I just didn't know that Dawn owned a skirt that short, or high heels that high, or a boob tube that insignificant. "Oh!" She cried out, putting her hand to her mouth, pretending surprise. "What are you two doing home already?" "It's the normal time Dawn," Fred managed to spurt out before me. If anything I was more taken aback than him. "But ....But," she stuttered playing her part so well. "I was just trying these old clothes on for a laugh before I give them away to the charity shop. I haven't worn them since I was about fourteen. I didn't realise it was so late." Well that explained where the clothes had come from anyway, though she had certainly filled out somewhat in the years since. Didn't explain the sexy high heels though, but who was worrying? "Look, I better go and get changed into something more respectable now you two are back." That was my cue! "That's Ok sweetheart, you look fine to me." "Looks bloody fine to me," added Fred, and Dawn smiled, trying to hide her blush. "If you're sure boys," she asked us. "We're sure!" We replied in unison. Well, so far so good eh? The pair of us sat down while Dawn went into the kitchen to get us some more drinks. "Blimey Tom," Fred remarked when he was at last able to recover his composure. "Your Dawn looks bleeding marvellous. I've never seen her looking so sexy." I told him to make the most of it, as it would probably never happen again, and waited for my wife to come back in. Oh God just look at her! Her hard nipples were trying to burst out of the thin material of her boob tube top which looked stretched to it's absolute limit, and her full breasts swayed enticingly with every movement. She handed us our drinks and sat down opposite us. Yes that was at least confirmed --- she had at least worn her panties as agreed. Blue ones, with a fancy little piece of lace at the front. I knew them well, but within moments Fred could undoubtedly describe them almost as well as I could have done as her already miniscule skirt rose even further up her thighs. "Eh ... Dawn!" I said to her. "You're showing off rather a lot sweetheart, sitting there opposite us like that." A few beers inside me, and it was true that I didn't really mind at all, but I felt I had to say something. "Well stop looking at my knickers then, you pair of perverts," she giggled at us. She was enjoying it. "Difficult not to when you're flashing them off like that," joined in Fred. I guess he was enjoying it as well. "I bet I can stop you two looking at my knickers," Dawn went on, giggling and laughing at our obvious reaction. "Bet you can't," replied Fred. "How much," she shot back cheekily. "Tuppence," I joked back. "Only tuppence," "OK sixpence then," I upped my offer. Maybe upon reflection, I shouldn't have done so. Without another word Dawn grabbed the bottom of her boob tube, and in one fluid movement lifted it up straight over her head, and threw it off into the corner. Her luscious bare breasts bounced up and down with the sudden movement, taking a few moments to settle down. "Now who's looking at my knickers then?" Silly question! She leant back in the chair, put her hands up behind her head, and stuck her two wonderful breasts out like some playboy model. I was shocked! No --- really shocked. In a million years I wouldn't have expected my Dawn to have done something that bold. Not in front of Fred. Not in front of anyone for that matter. She'd made her point though --- neither of us were looking at her knickers anymore. I tore my eyes away from Dawn for an instant and looked over at my mate Fred. His tongue was hanging out and his eyes bulging. I was probably just the same. "So what do you think then?" That was Dawn asking, but what does one say? Neither of us said anything. "No comment then boys?" was her next confident statement. Who was this woman? Was this really my sweet young twenty-one-year old wife? ""See what you think closer up," she went on. Then stood up, took a few paces towards us, and plonked herself down in between the two of us. This wasn't on! No --- come on ----- she was going too far! I hadn't agreed to this sort of thing, not for her to show off her bare breasts, and especially not to flout them right there under poor Fred's nose. "Dawn, what the hell do you think you're doing?" It was meant to be a shout, but came out as a whimper. "Oh Fred doesn't mind, do you Fred?" Another silly question. "But I bloody well do mind Dawn --- I mind a lot." "Then you don't deserve a kiss," she hissed at me, and promptly leaned over towards Fred, wrapped her arms around him and started to snog him. I watched in some sort of agony as they swapped tongues, no idea what to do, or how to react to this unexpected turn of events. I might seem stupid, but I felt almost paralyzed, and strangely aroused by the scene being played out in front of me. It was only when Fred's hand slid up and cupped her breast that I came out of my fog. "Hey stop that you two," I appealed to them, trying to pull Fred's hand away. "OK honey. Your turn now." With that I found myself being engulfed by my excited wife as she abandoned Fred, wrapped her arms round me, and clamped her lips tightly against mine and stuck her tongue down my throat. She was climbing up on top of me, all over me like a thing possessed. Pushing and rubbing her bare breasts against me, and reaching down to grab me between my legs, groaning aloud with pent up excitement. I'd never seen her quite like this before in my life. "No Dawn --- Look stop it now --- This is going too far!" But to no avail! Dawn was dry humping me, pushing her crotch hard up against me, acting as if she was on the edge of an orgasm. Only then did I realise what Fred was up to. Shit! With a shock to exceed even those I'd had so far, my eyes bulged as I watched him easing my wife's panties down her thighs, her pathetic skirt having long since bunched up around her waist. With a small heave, he lifted her slightly, and with a flourish slid them down her legs and right off. NO! Absolutely NO! This wasn't going to happen. I'd agreed to go along with an innocent little bit of teasing of Fred, but my bloody wife was turning it into a fuck-fest. Christ, except for the skirt bunched up around her waist, then she was laid out between us absolutely naked. "For Christ's sake stop that Fred," I screamed at my so-called best mate, as I saw him start to slip a finger into my wife's eager wet pussy. STOP! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!! I leapt up and pulled my wife away from my mate, feeling sick to my stomach as I quite clearly saw his fingers slip out of her pussy, covered in her juices. Dawn ended up slumped down on the floor, as I squared up to Fred, my fists held up ready to land him one. "Sorry mate," he yelled at me looking up at my angry face. "Sorry Tom. I just got carried away." I stood over him trying to calm my temper, not knowing what the hell to do next. "It wasn't Fred's fault," whimpered Dawn from at my feet. "Don't do anything silly Tom. It was all my fault --- I got carried away." "Carried away! Carried away! What the hell do you think you were playing at you stupid bitch."? I'd never in my life sworn at Dawn, and despite what she'd done, I instantly regretted it, some how managing to come down to earth and stop myself from doing something that I'd regret later. No harm done --- well no real harm. Who the fuck was I kidding? Dawn stood up, and we all stood there staring at one another warily, my heart thumping away, and my head spinning. "Pull your damn skirt down you slut," I shot at Dawn, who was still naked except for the excuse for a skirt by then rolled tightly round her waist. She took hold of her skirt, and started to undo it. "I said pull it down you cow --- not take it off," I screamed at the top of my voice. "I'll have to take it off to straighten it up," she wailed back at me. How could you Dawn?" I questioned her. "How could you do this to us?" "Ok fuck you Tom," she screamed back at me, tore her skirt right off, and stood there defiantly stark naked, except for her high heels. "I'm sorry --- I'm really sorry ---- but --- but ---- Oh I don't know." She burst into tears, turned on her heels, and fled straight out of the door. We then heard her heels clacking on the wood, as she rushed up stairs to our bedroom. "Christ Tom," I heard Fred say behind me. "Sorry mate. That got out of hand. I guess that wasn't supposed to happen." "What do you mean, 'supposed to happen'," I rounded on him. "Nothing Tom, nothing," he replied meekly. "Maybe I ought to go." "Maybe you should Fred," I told him. It hadn't been him who instigated it, but it had been him who'd finger fucked my wife. "But the state you're in, you'll done for drunken driving." I sought of hated the guy, but he was my best mate! What was I to say? He nodded, relieved that I wasn't going to throw him out. Planning to walk back to the pub in the morning to retrieve his car as he normally did. "Maybe you'd better go and see her," Fred suggested. "I'll stay here for a while if you don't mind. I think I need another drink after that." Agreeing with him, I made my way warily up the stairs to our bedroom, unsure what to expect, and having no idea how I was going to deal with Dawn's unbelievable behaviour. I opened the door, and saw my wife sat there on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face, still naked, though she had by then removed her shoes. My heart went out to her. I loved her more than life itself, and whatever she'd done, and why ever she'd done it, then I knew we would be able to work it out. It would be OK! Our love was strong enough, but at that moment, I didn't even know what to say. "Well sweetheart?" Was all I managed. Dawn's head shot up as she realised I'd come into the room, and she sobbed. "Oh I'm sorry honey --- I'm just so sorry." "It's OK sweetheart --- it's OK," I tried to pacify her. "You made a mistake, but we'll get over it." "It's not OK Tom --- I love you honey, but it's not OK at all ----- You just don't understand." Well she was right there sure enough. I was totally lost, and all I could think to do was go to her and put my arm round her shoulder to sooth her. "Where's Fred?" Dawn suddenly asked looking up at me through her tear filled eyes. Who cared where the fuck Fred was? This was between us wasn't it? I told her that he was still downstairs, having another drink to calm his nerves. I didn't say so, but at that moment I probably needed that drink more than him. "I'd better go and see him Tom," Dawn whispered to me. "I think I need to talk to him about tonight." "No need Dawn. You can see him in the morning. I'm sure he'll understand." "No No Tom," she mumbled. "You don't understand. I have to talk to him now." With that she stood up, and made for the door. She needed to talk to him?? What about me?? "For Christ's sake Dawn," I shouted at her. "At least put some bloody clothes on." She looked round at me, apologised as if in a dream, and slipped into her dressing gown. "Look Dawn, you really don't have to see him tonight," I appealed to her, trying to catch her arm. But she shrugged me off, shaking her head wildly. "I have to Tom – I have to deal with this right now." I let her go. I don't know why ---- But I did. Maybe I shouldn't have, but such was my confusion that my mind was in a complete twirl. I thought about following her, but slumped down on the bed, mentally exhausted. After a few minutes I began to wonder where the hell she was. Damn bloody Fred's problems, what about mine. When was she coming back to talk things through with me? Lifting myself wearily from the bed, I left the room and made my way down the corridor, raising one of the few smiles of the night as I passed my beloved daughter's room. Good job she hadn't been awake to be involved in what happened. Half way down the stairs, I came to a shuddering halt at the sight before my eyes. Oh my good God no! Dawn was on the sofa, cuddled up to Fred, her dressing gown down around her waist. She had her head buried in his chest, and was crying. "What have we done Fred," she sobbed. "I still love Tom, you know I do, but we can't go back now Fred, it's too late." "It's all right Dawn," he replied. "Maybe it was all a stupid idea. Maybe Tom will understand anyway." "Understand what?" I demanded loudly, as I walked into the room. "What the bloody hell is going on here?" The pair of them looked up at me sadly, then Dawn started to sob loudly again. "What's going on here?" I demanded again, raising my voice. At least Dawn had the decency to pull her dressing gown back over her shoulders. "Dawn still loves you Tom," Fred informed me. "Whatever else has happened, she still loves you. Has always loved you." While my stomach turned somersaults, I stood there trying to make sense of his words. "I do love you Tom," sobbed Dawn. "I really do --- but I've sort of got feelings for Fred as well." With those words, the bottom fell out of my previously comfortable world. My wife and my best friend? Not possible --- it couldn't be. But it was! Damn it, it was, and nothing would ever be the same again. Silence reigned while the pair of them gave me time for the information to sink in properly. "What the hell was tonight about then?" I croaked. "Sorry Tom," spoke up Fred. "We were trying to get you to accept sharing Dawn with me. We thought you would go for it maybe, and then Dawn and I could be open about our feelings -------- Sorry Tom. Damn silly idea really." "Oh I'm so, so sorry honey," joined in Dawn. "It was all my idea, my stupid thought. I can't imagine how I thought you'd go along with it." "So you were trying to trick me then?" I said sombrely. "Why did you have to do that? Why couldn't you just tell me --- ask me?" "Would you have understood Tom?" asked my wife. "No --- No I wouldn't," I was forced to admit. I'd always imagined that if ever I found myself in a position like that, that I'd lash out and try to do someone an injury. After all I'd been a bit of a firebrand in my youth, so it wouldn't have been out of order. But I didn't! It was as if I had no feelings at all, just a huge empty hole inside me where my heart had been. All I could do was stand there looking at the two of them, waiting for one of them to make the next move. Just damn well say something for Christ's sake! "Do you want me to come up to bed with you honey," asked Dawn nervously. Well did I? Yes I did. I wanted my wife back. I wanted to cuddle her up to me. I wanted to make love to her. I needed to make her mine again. ,I wanted all this to go away. But it wasn't going to happen, was it? "No --- not tonight sweetheart," I told her. "I don't think I could." "What about me Tom?" asked Fred quietly. "Do you want me to go? Do you want me to leave you on your own to talk this over with Dawn?" What A Turn Up What was the point? What was there to talk about? My marriage was over – finished! They just didn't seem to have realised that yet. They imagined in their own little world that it could all be worked out. "Do what you want to Fred," I replied steadily. "Do what you want with her --- But I'm having our main bedroom tonight, so you can do whatever you damn well want." As I turned around to make my way sadly back up to our, sorry, my bedroom, I heard Dawn cry out. "Tom please ---please --- please try to understand." ------------------ Half an hour later, unable to sleep, I heard the door to the spare room closing. At that moment, I neither knew nor cared whether they had gone to bed together or not. I lay awake for several hours, trying to make some sense of my present and my future. I suddenly remembered my lovely daughter, sound asleep in the bedroom next door, unaware of quite how her world was about to be torn apart. I felt like crying, but couldn't as I was too worn out. What the hell was going to happen in the morning? An idea! A stupid idea. The most stupid idea in the world, but who cared? I got up, quietly got dressed, and put a few things into an overnight bag. Then I made my way into my beautiful daughter's room, and carefully lifted her out of her bed. I grabbed a few things for her, I knew not what, and carefully crept out of the room with her in my arms. I passed the door that the other two were behind, the only sound being the soft sobbing of my wife. At least they weren't having sex! Out of the house and to my car. Carefully start it, and drive slowly away. Where was I going, I had no idea. There were certainly no hotels open at that time of night around us, and I certainly couldn't wake my parents or any friends up. But that wasn't the point of my action, not my intention at all. I knew that my marriage with Dawn was probably finished. If she'd had some casual affair, or slipped up at a party or something, then who knows --- I might, just might have been able to forgive and forget. But she loved him! She told me that she loved him. What on earth was all that about? How could she? How long had it been going on? No, it was finished even though I knew I still loved Dawn. I simply wasn't prepared to share her. But I did want my daughter, and though I knew I couldn't actually run off with her like that, I wanted Dawn to suffer. I wanted her to wake up in the morning and discover that I'd disappeared in the night. That would no doubt panic her, but when she found out that I'd taken Marge with me, and then she'd go absolutely barmy. Cruel, but why not? As I said, I just wanted her to suffer. To see how it felt. She was due that. I only drove up the road a few miles and pulled over into a lay-bye, where I parked. After checking that the little one was comfortable and warm for the night laid out on the back seat, I settled down myself to wait for the morning. I didn't expect to sleep, but I did. I woke with the larks, and spent the next half hour peering over the back seat at my sleeping daughter, wondering what would become of us. How was I to Know? As I expected, about seven in the morning, my mobile phone started to ring. They weren't that common back in those days and I hadn't long had it. To me, even the ring tone sounded in a panic, and I just let it ring. I decided to wait till the little one woke up, till I answered Dawn. During the next hour or more, the phone rang constantly, and I kept turning it off. At last Marge started to show signs of waking up, and the next time the phone rang I took the call. "Hello Dawn," I answered. "Where the hell are you Tom," she cried into the phone. "Where's Marge? What have you done with her?" I smiled. There was panic in her voice. "She's OK Dawn," I answered. "She's with me." By then Dawn was crying, as she implored me to bring her back. "Please, please Tom, bring Marge back home --- Please don't do anything silly." "What would I do silly Marge," I demanded. "Would you do anything silly?" At that Dawn just dissolved into floods of tears, bawling at me over the phone, though I couldn't make out what she was saying. I listened. Maybe I had made my point. "Tom," came the voice of Fred, having obviously taken the phone over from my wife. "Stop messing about mate. Just bring the kid home will you please?" "Course I will Fred," I responded. "I only took her for a little drive, and we're not far away." I wasn't going to let them know what or why I had really done it. "Thanks Tom," he came back. "Come back --- We really need to talk." "Where are we Daddy?" asked my sleepy headed daughter from the back seat. "We've just been out for a little drive sweetheart," I answered her. "Where's Mummy?" She asked. "She's with Uncle Fred, I told her quite honestly. "Oh ---OK." Oh the innocence of childhood. -------------- Twenty minutes later, I pulled up outside my house, and Dawn came running out. She grabbed Marge from me, and went to say something to me. She changed her mind, took two steps away back to the house, and then turned back. "I love you Tom. I'm so sorry for trying to trick you last night, and I'm so sorry about Fred. Please believe that I love you though. Despite everything, I've never stopped loving you." I believed her. I knew she loved me, but couldn't understand or accept her involvement with Fred. I'd thought about it while I'd been sitting there waiting for Marge to wake up, and had more or less got my thoughts in order. I didn't want to lose my daughter whatever happened. That was paramount. I didn't want to lose Dawn for that matter. She'd been my girl friend for nearly half my life. I'd take a stand! If Dawn was prepared to give Fred his marching orders, then I'd be prepared to try and work it out. It wouldn't be easy, but I'd keep my family together, and I couldn't believe that Dawn would choose Fred, rather than her real family. What would I do about Fred? No idea, and I didn't have the capacity to worry about him. With some confidence, feeling that I had gained the upper hand just a little, I entered my house, nodding to Fred when I saw him. I didn't have anything that I wanted to say to him at that moment, and I certainly wasn't going to make small talk with him. This was between Dawn and I, though I couldn't give a damn if he listened in. Dawn gave our daughter her breakfast, and got her ready for school, while Fred went back to the pub and picked up his car. Without being said, it was accepted by all, that we would wait to talk till Marge had left. A friend of Dawn's arrived to pick up our daughter, it being her turn to do the run, and with Fred back, we all sat down facing one another. Dawn took great care I noticed not to favour either of us when she chose where to sit. Dawn started. "I can't tell you honey how sorry I am for last night. I don't know what we were thinking. But I do love you dearly, and always have done. Is there some way we can make this work?" "How long has it been going on?" I asked. They glanced at one another, as if for confirmation before Dawn answered. "A long time Tom. I'm sorry but quite a long time." "How long?" I repeated my question. "Several years," was the only answer I got. Bloody hell, that long? We'd been living a lie all that time. I saw no point in messing around any longer, and laid out my terms. That as Marge's father I had rights over her and I would never give her up. Unless Dawn was prepared to send Fred packing, then I would divorce her and apply for custody of Marge. "Not quite that easy Tom," butted in Fred. "I'd thank you to keep your nose out of our business Fred," I snarled at him. "This is between my wife and I, and we are discussing my daughter and our future together." "You'd better tell him or I will have to," said Fred to Dawn with a sigh. "I can't!" she mumbled. "You've got to," he encouraged her. "Or I will." "Tell me what?" I demanded, needing to know what they were talking about. "Tom," Dawn started, then hesitated before carrying on. She looked as if she had aged ten years since last night. "Tom, it's not that straightforward --- You're not Marge's father ---- Fred is!." Oh God NO! ------------------- I think I collapsed. I know I was sick on the floor. I came to my senses several hours later, but wasn't able to continue our talk till later that night. Dawn explained how that night five years ago, when I had been thrown out of the club, Fred had indeed taken her home that night, but when she'd broken down crying half way home he'd stopped to comfort her. She was well pissed off with me, and one thing led to another. He'd consoled her, cuddled her, and that had led to a kiss of course, and before they knew it they were embracing one another passionately. Fred, both older and far more experienced with women than me, had got carried away, and seduced her. And being far more experienced than me, Dawn had loved making love to him. Compared to my pathetic efforts a couple of weeks earlier, Fred must have seemed like some incredible lover to a young girl like her. That was why she had been so cool with me for several weeks afterwards, when she was seeing Fred regularly, and he was fucking her half to death. "We didn't mean it to happen Tom," Fred told me. "But it did and we couldn't stop it." All Dawn could say was how sorry she was, and I was getting well pissed off with that. "So why marry me Dawn? Why did you say the baby was mine?" I had to know "When I missed my period I told my Mum, and she forced me into admitting that I'd had sex. She naturally assumed that it was you Tom, and in fact of course we had." "More or less," I interjected miserably, but Dawn chose to ignore it. "By the time I found out that the doctor had confirmed that I was pregnant, it was too late. My parents had already talked to your Mum and Dad, and they'd already decided the best thing was for us to get married as quickly as possible." I nodded my head. I remembered it well. "Remember how young we both were then Tom. I didn't have the nerve to tell my parents that their sweet teenage daughter had been having sex with two different guys. It would have killed them. So, I just went with the flow. It was easier, and besides Tom, I really did love you, whereas at the time, I only wanted Fred for the sex he gave me." "But you're sure Fred was Marge's father." I appealed to her, hoping for the impossible. Dawn smiled at me as if I was a child myself. "Tom, be sensible. You'd been inside me once for a few seconds, and had hardly penetrated me, and worn a condom. Fred had been screwing me ten, twenty times a week for two or three weeks, never used protection, the bloody fool, and filled me up with cum so many times I could have floated off in it." It's not really what I wanted to hear. "Besides," added Fred. "Marge is the spitting image of my mother." "What about a blood test?" I was still hanging on for all I was worth. They both shook their heads. They had long since covered that possibility. Oh shit! "I didn't know anything about it till it was announced you were getting married," Fred took up the story. "I just assumed you'd been having sex with Dawn all along. She didn't seem to be able to get enough at the time." "Fred," interrupted Dawn. "It's difficult enough for Tom as it is. Don't rub it in." "Sorry Tom," he continued. "Didn't want to belittle your abilities, but as I said, at the time I was happy to be out of it. Had my fun and dodged the bullet as it were." "And I got your bullet then," I sighed unhappily. "So when did you two take up again," I queried. I was hurt enough already and felt I might as well get it over with. The two of them looked long at one another, making it obvious that what I was about to hear, wasn't going to be good. Dawn put her head in her hands, and started sobbing again, and waved at Fred to carry on. "Oh hell Tom, I hate telling you this," he at last spitted out. "Sorry mate I feel awful about it, but when Dawn was out on her hen night, the night before you got married, I bumped into them all at a pub in town, and .... Well .... Well we went out to my car." He simply shrugged his shoulders, unable to tell me the rest. "It was supposed to be a final goodbye fuck," Dawn chipped in between sobs. "You and I had made love several times by then, and you had got better, but you weren't like Fred. I just needed his cock one more time before I settled down with you Tom." "Now who's rubbing it in Dawn," Fred added. "Sorry Tom, but that's the way it was. You have got much better, much better, nearly as good as Fred here. But at the time ...?" "Thanks a bundle for the vote of confidence," was all I could get out. "That's when Dawn told me that the baby was mine," continued Fred. "Once Marge was born, then I had to see her, and once I held her, then I knew I had to be part of her life, and became Uncle Fred." "And my wife's regular lover," I finished for him. They both looked sadly at me, not having to confirm what I had said. "What are you going to do Tom," asked my wife. "Can you forgive me --- forgive both of us? Is there any way we can work this out between us Tom. I still love you dearly, but now I have feelings for Tom, and ... well .... He is Marge's real father." ------------- There wasn't any way of course. I was too hurt and humiliated to even try. Dawn didn't dare make the offer to sleep with me that night, and I didn't care to ask. She naturally went off to bed with Fred, who seemed to have taken up permanent and principal residence. I still loved Marge, and even Dawn for that matter, but too much had happened. Too much water under the bridge. I took Marge for one last play around the local park the next morning, and it broke my heart, her so happy and playful, and me knowing that it would be the last time that I would be playing the part of her father. I told her that I would be going away for a while, but promised her that I would come back and play a big part in her life some time in the future. But of course she had no idea what I was talking about. She just giggled and cuddled up to me, asking me to swing her one more time. I took her back to her mother and new father, told them I forgave both of them, and left. I never went back to work, and I suppose Fred told them I wouldn't be back. I never even picked up my last wage packet, and hoped that somehow Dawn would get it. The house was rented, and I took a few hundred pounds from our savings and left the rest for her. I never even took the car, old that it was, but packed a small bag, a bit more sensibly this time, and walked out of the door. I declined to kiss Dawn goodbye when she tried to, not for any reason other than I couldn't face the heartbreak. She was upset. Very upset, and cried all the morning. I'm not sure that it helped. I did however shake hands with Fred, and told him to look after my family. He broke down as well, and I only managed to hold back my tears till I'd turned the corner at the end of my street. I'd still have to let my parents know what was happening, but that was for some time later, and I was sure that Dawn would give them some suitable story, and wouldn't stop them from seeing Marge, who they obviously loved. They were recruiting Bricklayers for Germany, which was booming at the time, and I went for an interview in North London. My papers were acceptable, and they put me, like all the others to a test, to prove that I could really lay bricks. I'd only laid twenty or so, when they stopped me and said they'd seen enough, and indicated that that they'd take me. The other five guys there were still busy on their practice walls when I'd packed up my stuff and left, and I never saw any of them in Germany. Germany was hard work but fun, and I gradually came back into the world of the living, not forgetting my lost family, but trying to find other things to replace the huge whole they had left. Most of the women I went with were prostitutes, hardly having time available to seek out single women. Then one night after about three or four years I met Helga. I'd paid for her of course, and paid well, Helga being a beautiful twenty-one year old, who was quite up market compared to most of the women me and my new mates normally went with. Helga took a liking to me, and I never had to pay again. In fact I never paid for any women again, and I do mean never. Though younger than me, Helga taught me how to please a woman while she pleased me, and we stayed together as a couple of sorts for a couple of years. Me going off to my building site every morning, and her going to check who she was booked to have sex with that day. Well it worked for me! Then Helga, bless her, struck lucky, and one of her rich clients fell in love with her. It happens! Helga couldn't miss the opportunity to marry such a rich man, even really quite liking him, and I couldn't begrudge her, her freedom. We parted friends, and I decided that I was at last ready to go back to the UK permanently, not being able to face up to the prospect of going and finding a new hooker that I fancied. Of course I'd saved a packet during that time, my living expenses in Germany being very low, and my pay very high. I arrived back in the UK, wondering what I would do with the rest of my life. A couple of years previously, when back in the UK, I'd arranged to see young Marge. As I suspected, Dawn and Tom had allowed my Mum and Dad enfettered access to her, and they were still just like another set of Grandparents to her, so I didn't lack news of what was going on. The meeting took place at my parents, but when I arrived, both Dawn and Fred were there. It was the first time I'd seen either of them since the day I'd walked out of the house. Dawn came up as if to kiss me, but I pulled back. I hadn't done it on purpose, and it was simply a normal reaction. It upset her however, and we never spoke another word to one another during my visit. They allowed me to take Marge, then perhaps seven years old, round to the park where we had last played with one another. "When are you coming home Daddy?" She asked me innocently. "I'm not your Daddy now sweetheart," I told her, fighting to keep the tears back. "Yes you are my Daddy," She insisted. "Mummy and Daddy always tell me that you will always be my other Daddy." Oh God --- I couldn't stand it! The rest of the visit passed in a whirl, and when I took her back to my parent's place, Dawn had gone home upset, unable to face me again. As I left, I shook Fred's hand and wished them all well, and told him to look after Dawn and Marge. His eyes were misty when I left, and I think he knew that I'd decided never to see any of them again. It was just too difficult. Too emotionally hurtful. I decided then and there that I had my own life to lead, and involving myself in there's would get me nowhere. So, when I returned to good old Blighty, I was a free agent, and I soon found myself working on a large construction contract up near Doncaster, where I got a job as a foremen bricklayer. Then I met someone who was to change my life! No it wasn't a woman, but a man, and don't jump to the wrong conclusions. Mick was a young highly qualified Civil engineer, a year or so younger than I was, and we became the best of friends. Mick was a guy with a burning ambition to move up in the world. He'd come from a working class family, and his background was probably even poorer than mine was. But his family had encouraged him through his university studies and beyond, and on our site; he was a bundle of energy. I ended up sharing digs with him, sharing numerous beers with him, and indeed even women with him. We became really the best of friends. At the end of that contract we were both offered jobs elsewhere with the company, but out of the blue Mick regally informed me of what he and I were going to do. What A Turn Up "We're going to set our own business up Tom," he told me confidently. "What?" I queried in surprise, never having so much as discussed it till then. "Our own construction company," he went on. "We've got all the skills and knowledge we need Tom." I thought about it for all of five seconds. "I guess you're right Mick. I've got a bit of cash from my work in Germany, and with my manual skills and your management knowledge, we could make a go of it." "I was more thinking your hard work and my good looks," Mick joked back. "We'll see," I laughed back, and we shook hands on the deal. ------------------ Our first six months was spent on small jobbing works, which we completed successfully. I showed Mick how to lay bricks and various other skills I had picked up, the way that you do. Mick showed me how to use a level and a theodolite, and how to estimate contracts etc. We made a natural pair. Then we got a first proper contract. Only an extension to a house, and we only got that because we promised to complete it in ten weeks, rather than the fourteen weeks that everyone else quoted. We worked every hour possible, and finished the job in seven weeks, just the two of us, and before we knew it we were on another job further up the street, then another one, and then another. Within a couple of years we were employing twenty other people and taking on bigger and bigger jobs, both building and small civil engineering works. Mick met June, fell in love with her and got married. I was his best man, and got to fuck the arse off one of the bridesmaids. Not that that led anywhere. My parents died somewhat earlier than I had expected, and with Mick married off, I felt a little left on my own. I thought about marrying myself, my first marriage having been formally ended some time previously. I'd not had any contact for some years with Fred and co., and with my parents passing away, I lost all track of them. It was best that way! I did however nearly get married to Anne. She was a lovely girl, and very attractive, if a little bit flirty. I don't think she ever actually cheated on me, but she did seem to like the company of other men too much for my personal comfort, and after my first experience, I simply couldn't hack it. We split up. More years passed, our company and grew and made more and more money, and I passed the magic barrier of forty still single, though by no means lacking female company. Mick's wife June took it upon herself to find me a wife, and introduced me to a string of likely candidates for matrimony. I went along with it, but treated it as a seemingly endless supply of available women. Like an endless menu! Life was fine --- maybe lacking in something, but truly not to be sneezed at. Then Maggie joined our company. It was Mick that recruited her, and at first I thought he was barmy for taking on a female civil engineer. Construction was men's work, and in our industry women were restricted to the office. How could a woman possibly manage to control a load of rough guys on a site? How wrong could I possibly have been? Maggie was brilliant from the start, politely putting me in my place from day one, and wrapping just about every one of our workman round her finger with no problem at all. I'd tell a plumber that we needed to get a job finished that day or we had a problem. Normally he'd get it done. Maggie would ask him sweetly if it was possible he could get it done, and smile at him --- and the bugger would work through his lunch break not to let her down. It's the way she was, and she was a real asset. Yes --- OK --- You already guessed it. She was extremely pretty as well. Short light brown hair, brown eyes with a fleck of green, slim, trim, and what more could I say. She was simply lovely! Yes, she stole my heart a little, but No, I didn't try to date her. Trouble was her age, being still maybe mid twenties or thereabouts, whereas I was a good seventeen years older. Both Mick and June encouraged me to ask her out, but I held back, not wanting to make a fool of myself. Silly really! In the end, Maggie came up to me on one of our sites one day, to discuss progress. "We need those extra blocks here before Tuesday," she told me. "I need four extra steel fixers for next week, and when the hell are you going to ask me out on a date?" What's to say? I took her out to dinner, and found that our age difference didn't matter a damn, and that nobody else thought so either. Ten years previously it may have looked odd, but we were both consenting adults, so why not. From that very first date, I just knew that she was something special. Maybe, just maybe, this was the girl I had been waiting for, and I could put all my previous doubts behind me. The first time we made love was remarkable for a number of reasons. Maggie certainly was no longer a virgin, and who would have expected it in that day and age. However I had been 'trained' by a German professional, and the German's have a reputation for efficiency. I applied my acquired skill to the best of my ability, finding her stunning body a treat to work on. An hour later, we had to lie back to take a rest. "Golly Tom," she said to me, after giving herself enough time to get her breath back. "I thought I knew what sex was all about, but it looks as if I'm going to have to think again." Sweet words to a man's ears, what? We went for it again, Maggie proving to be a quick learner, and me a willing coach. We ended up with me on my back, with her sat astride me, her lovely petite breasts staring me in the face, erect nipples taunting me, as they glistened with her sweat. "Well, I never thought when I trained as a bricklayer that I'd end up in bed with a 'Ginger beer'," I joked, using the familiar term used on construction sites for a young civil engineer. "Well maybe you better get used to it," she giggled, wriggling her bottom against me, making the most of my still half erect cock, which was still inside her. "How come you decided to become an engineer then Maggie?" A strange question to ask in those circumstances, but I'd never asked before. "My Dad was a bricklayer just like you used to be," she told me. "My whole family seemed to have been in the building trade, so it just seemed natural." Something stirred in my subconscious. "What was his name?" I asked carefully, unsure that I should enquire. "Fred," the young lady sat astride me informed me. "You wouldn't know him, but his name is Fred Jones." Fred Jones ---- Maggie Jones ---- Oh Christ Almighty! "Marge?" I queried, hardly able to get the words out. Why the hell had I never made the connection before? "Marge?" she laughed. "Nobody's called me that since I went to secondary school. We had four Marge's and I was the smallest so I got called Maggie." Then she looked down at me in astonishment. "How the hell do you know that?" "How's Dawn?" I couldn't think of anything else to say. "Dawn? Dawn, but that's my Mum." Maggie uttered in surprise. "How do you know my Mum?" I just lay there unable to say anything, and the truth suddenly dawned on her. "Oh God .... Oh Tom ..... It couldn't be could it? .... I mean ...... Oh bloody hell!" I suddenly found my senses again, and struggled to lift her off me so that I could escape. What had I done? How could I live with myself? I hadn't seen this woman, this girl, since she'd been seven years of age. Hadn't heard anything of her for fifteen years or more. But she was still my daugh ..... Well she was, wasn't she? And I'd just been making love to her. Oh God! "What are you doing?" Maggie demanded as I tried to struggle out from under her. "What do you think I'm doing Maggie," I replied. "I'm sorry --- I'm so sorry --- I had no idea." "Sorry for what?" Was that a serious question? "Well you're my bloody daughter Maggie," I cried out. "We shouldn't be ..." "No I'm not!" Maggie interrupted. "I'm not your real daughter. We're not related by blood in any way." "Well --- that's true maybe, but even so." My objection sort of run out of steam. "So what's wrong with what we're doing then?" She challenged me. I didn't know. It just didn't seem right, but ... well .... But why not? "What are we going to do Maggie?" Pretty pathetic in the circumstances. "Well I know what I want to do," she replied. So we did! In fact we did it several times more for the next few hours. ----------------- I was never really aware of falling in love with Dawn. We'd known one another so long that it just sort of grew. Greta ---- well I was very fond of her, but never truly in love, and I guess the same was true of Anne, or I would have gone ahead and married her. But Maggie ----- I could only think of her as Maggie, never again Marge ---- I just fell head over heels in love, and her with me! I don't actually remember asking her to marry me. Maybe she asked me? I have no idea, and we just assumed that we would. So we did! The first meeting with Dawn and Fred was a bit difficult as you can probably imagine. Fred accepted it quite quickly, feeling perhaps that he was getting his old best mate back. Dawn took a fair bit longer, and things were a bit frosty between us for a while. Then one day she relented, accepted it, and welcomed me as her son. What a laugh! As Maggie and I walked back down the aisle arm in arm, a married couple, she turned to me and reminded me of something I'd said years before. "When I was a child, you promised me that sometime in the future you would come back and play a big part in my life Tom," she whispered to me. "You remember that?" I asked in surprise. "I've never forgotten it," she told me. We both smiled at one another, knowing that we were going to be happy together. ------------- ------------- Well there you are again Hope you enjoyed it, and hope you let me know what you think, because it's the feedback that keeps guys like me going. Thank you in advance Harry. Maybe you liked this one???? I suspect it's a bit far fetched for Harry actually, but that's what I like to write. Till the next one .......