26 comments/ 40078 views/ 6 favorites Anytime Girl By: fawguy88 An odd title to a story, you may think, but Martini was my wife's favourite tipple for many years. It was the first drink I ever bought her and over the years, we always had a laugh about the 'Any time, any place, anywhere' advert that they used to promote their product. My wife of twenty years, is Martina or Marti for short. We had two wonderful daughters, Jane and Sandra, aged eighteen and sixteen respectively. My name is Martin, the surname is not important to my story. My wife and I had met when we were both in high school when we were just sixteen years old. She was a beautiful, dark haired and trim bodied, five foot six and I was immediately attracted to her. Thankfully, the feeling was mutual and we were together from that point on. Her family were strict Catholics and Marti was determined to walk down the aisle a virgin. This did not stop us from heavy petting and she loved it when I sucked on her breasts and sweet pussy. I quickly discovered that her breast sand nipples were not the most sensitive of her erogenous zones. Her ears and lobes were so sensitive that after a few minutes of touching them softly with my fingertips or better still, my tongue and teeth, she would she would surrender access to her pussy for more nibbling and sucking. She would stroke me and bring me to a climax with her hands, but she refused to take me orally. I thought that once we were married things would change and our sex life would simply mature and develop as we got older. I left school at eighteen and got myself a job working for a local engineering firm as a trainee service engineer. The company, Aircraft Engineering serviced aircraft and also manufactured specialist sub components for the aviation industry. Marti also left school at the same time and worked in a local solicitors office as an accounts clerk. We continued to date and soon, to the delight of both our families, got engaged and in due course, married. We were both inexperienced and gradually learned how to bring each other pleasure. Marti still refused oral sex and as for anal, forget it! We stuck to the tried and tested missionary sex, her on top or me taking her doggie style was not on the agenda. She said that anal sex was for animals and anyway it was against the wishes of her Church. I learned to live with the limitations as I loved her even if our sex life was boring. Our two girls, Jane and Sandra came along in rapid succession and I finally had to make Marti and ultimatum, either she go on the pill or I would be using condoms in future. She was reluctant to do either, but I insisted and got my way. She decided the pill was the best option as she liked to feel me ejaculated inside her and a condom was not the same. During this time, I had two great hobbies, I played Rugby at our local club and I liked to have a drink afterwards. I was a fair player, never first team standard, but pretty useful Number 8 for the Seconds. I like to think I was pretty popular sort of guy and I always flirted with the girls that hung around the club after games. Marti was often with me so nothing was ever going to come of the flirting I indulged in, though I had a few offers to slip out the back with some willing girl. When we went to parties or nights out, which wasn't that often, I would dance with Marti and the other females present and occasionally things got a little steamy, hands roamed and caressed where they shouldn't have, but noting further ensued. Marti got a reputation as the Ice Maiden as she rebuffed any and all such advances very quickly. A few of our male friends had felt the force of her hand when she slapped their face after some inappropriate advance was made. I'm not proud of this next bit, but I started screwing around! After seven years of missionary sex, I cheated on my Marti! We were on tour in Scotland prior to the week end of the Calcutta Cup match, Scotland v England game at Murrayfield. My club had a tradition of travelling up on the Friday, playing against a local club in the morning of the match and celebrating in Edinburgh after the match. This was the first time I had been able to afford to go and I was really looking forward to it. At the after match party in some pub, I picked up a girl and ended up at her place for the night. I was not alone, one of my team mates had pulled her flat mate and we shagged all night. The girl was amazing and there was nothing she wouldn't do. Our final time in the early hours of the morning was in her bum as she screamed at me to bugger her! We joined up with our teammates the next morning and as a consequence of our nocturnal activity the previous night, got some pretty robust treatment. We played the match, which we won even with our hangovers. On the long trip home, I was worried about the tale of my indiscretion getting beck to Marti. I confided in my pal from the night before and was told, "You need have no worries on that score. We operate a strict 'what happens on tour, stays on tour' policy. It's never been violated yet, so the Ice Maiden will never heat anything about it from us! You just need to keep the look of guilt off your face and pretend nothing's amiss." It was with trepidation that I went home, but Marti, bless her, never suspected a thing and I was careful not to do or say anything to arouse her suspicion. When I realised that I had gotten away with it, any opportunity when we were playing in a match away from home, I accepted. I had some pretty hairy experiences, from knee tremblers with the wife of one of the opposing team behind the clubhouse to being third in line as the team banged some slut on our coach on the way home. I tried it all and found it sexually very satisfying and looked for every opportunity to cheat on my wife. One thing though, I was careful never to shit on my own doorstep! Marti was none the wiser, we kept to our now routine, Sunday and Wednesday night of boring missionary style love making. About three years after I started cheating that I got found out! It was after one of those away matches, funnily enough not one where I had scored with the opposite sex that I was met at my front door by and angry Marti. She accused me of cheating on her and before I could deny it, she showed me the pictures depicting me and a young, leggy blonde engaged in sex. I was on my back and the blonde astride me in one picture and in the other we were in the classic sixty-nine position with her pussy in my face and my cock deep in her mouth! There was little point in trying to deny it, she had me by the short and curly's, so I tried pleading with her, saying that it was a one-time mistake and that I regretted ever talking to her and that it was her that I really loved. That didn't cut it with Marti at all. She refused to believe me and started in on me calling me, quite rightly, a bastard and a cheat and much more in that vein. I was trying to work out, when the photograph had been taken, how much she knew and who gave her the photographs? I still don't remember the incident or the girl for that matter, but it was recent! That eliminated a few of my team mates, but there were still about ten candidates for Judas! The harangue continued for about an hour and ended with her telling me to pack my stuff and get out, she burst into tears and locked herself in the bathroom. I was thankful that the kids were at their grandparents and did not witness our bust up! I packed some clothes and went to my brother, Tom's house until Marti calmed down enough for me to talk to her. Tom's wife, didn't want me and made that very clear from the start. In the end it took me three days to wheedle my way back into my own house and three weeks before she would let me back into our bed! We had some counselling from a nice middle aged man called Peter. He managed to get us to open up to each other. During one of the early sessions, I made a comment that she was a prude and referenced the fact that she was knick-named the Ice Maiden by my pals at the rugby club. That started a whole stream of angry words mostly from Marti accusing me of trying to blame her for my infidelity! Over the next few meetings, Peter our counsellor made us look closely at our relationship and face up to the fact that we had differing ideas of what was acceptable and what was not between two consenting adults. He suggested that we read several books he had on getting the most out of sex and marriage. We had been given different books to review. I found out later, hers was full of graphic descriptions of sex acts between happily married couples. Mine was above the meaning of love and fidelity and the betrayal of trust that a partner felt when betrayed. When we had both read them, he asked Marti if she had learned anything from hers and if so to write her thoughts down and he would review them. He asked me to do a similar task and as I started to write, I realised how deeply I had betrayed her trust in me and by so doing had endangered our marriage to the point of divorce! To her credit, Marti admitted that she had been blinkered and by denying me everything but the most basic of sexual contact, she was partly to blame for my behaviour. It may sound trite, but from that point we had the beginnings of a route to saving our marriage. Marti and I got back together again as we both tried to repair the damage I had caused. I stopped playing rugby, though we still went to the club on the rare occasions we managed to get a babysitter. I never again strayed and stopped flirting with the other sex. Marti recognised that I was trying and gradually opened up to me about her desires. She would never initiate any changes to our sex life, but when I suggested she get on top one night, she did so without complaint and it proved to be very successful. She loved the fact that she could control the pace and depth of my penetration. She got very adept at taking me to the point of orgasm before slowing the pace and delaying my moment of ecstasy just that little bit longer. That in turn seemed to trigger her own orgasm and she told me many times afterwards that she wondered why I hadn't insisted on her at least trying it before. Another change to our routine came about after she attended an Anne Summers party! One of the rugby wives had invited her attend and I had to push her into attending. She came home very aroused and told me she had found it very enlightening and that she had bought a small vibrator! I was amazed and instantly thought that, maybe, just maybe, she was starting to come out of her shell. In some ways the use of the toys encouraged her to be a little more amenable to a more adventurous sex life. For instance, she loved me to use the vibrator on her clit and occasionally on her anus, where she allowed me to penetrate her a little with the vibrating point. She came off like a rocket when I did that, but she always stopped me when I tried to push it in any deeper. I tried to get her to talk to me about it for clearly she enjoyed every moment, but to no avail. So things had changed for the better and our love life was now three to four times a week. For our 15th Anniversary, we exchanged the usual cards and gifts over a special dinner and she was fairly drunk when we got into bed. She had a sexy short nightie on, one that encased her breasts pretty tightly, forcing then to bulge out of their cups, She was in an amorous mood and I spent ages nibbling at her earlobes and kissing her. She was clearly ready and moaned at me to make love to her. I told her that I had one more gift for her and she sat up eager to see what I had kept from her. I handed her a box that I had gift wrapped and she eagerly tore at the paper to reveal a 9" real life looking vibrator. She smiled at looked at the fake cock in her hand before saying, "Just what do you want me to do with this?" "I want you to lie back down and use it on yourself while I put the real thing in your pussy and fuck you from the side." I replied. This was a risk, Marti disliked the F word, but I wanted to see if I could push the boundaries a little more. She never said a word but lay back down and switched the big vibrator on until it was operating with an audible hum. She looked me in the eyes and started to move the vibrating head slowly over and around her clit. I was pleased, this was a first, she had never done anything like this in front of me before, but I did suspect that she used the small vibrator to take the edge off her needs when I wasn't around. This was a pure guess based purely on battery life. I always seemed to be replacing them these days. I dropped down beside her and lifted her legs and eased my hips under her. My cock was throbbing and I presented it to her dripping sex. As I gently teased her by pushing in a short way and withdrawing, she moaned once more, "Don't torment me! Please stick it in deep and make love to me." "We're not making love tonight my darling, tonight I'm going to fuck you and fuck you hard!" I increased the tempo of my thrusts and imbedded myself deeper into her hot womanhood. As I did this, she turned the speed dial on the base of the vibrator to full speed. The humming got louder and Marti started to moan and twist , trying to hit the right spot with her latex coated dick. She started with a small orgasm and quickly moved on a huge shuddering climax! I still hadn't come and I twisted round pushing her hips and thighs completely off the mattress exposing her brown anus to my wandering hands. I used the lubrication from her wet pussy to lubricate my fingers and eased them into her back passage as I continued to pump my erection into her. I could feel my hardness through the thin membrane that divided her two holes. She was starting to climax again and again as I worked on her and suddenly, she squirted, flooding my cock and balls with her juices. She screamed at me, "Fuck me, harder, harder ohhhh!" as she came once more. I rammed my two fingers into her arse as far as I could as I exploded into a tremendous orgasm myself. I was shaking in the aftermath ad my cock continued to pulse and jerk for what seemed like ages before she twisted and in so doing eased my fingers from her bottom. "Wow!" was all I could say before I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. She got up and hurried to the toilet to clean herself up and I followed her as I needed a pee and my groin was soaked with her juices. We looked at each other and she smiled. I tried to talk to her about what had happened but she refused to discuss it that night or even the following day. Whenever we made love after that, she refused to permit me to use my fingers in her bottom until the night of our 18th wedding anniversary when we discovered we had run out of batteries for our toys and she was getting anxious about not achieving her orgasm. She was on top and grinding her pubic bone against mine so hard that it was actually starting to hurt. She was so wet and sloppy that I had a problem generating enough friction to maintain an erection. I was surprised when she whispered, "Use your fingers in the back, quickly now, I need to come!" I stretched to obey and found that my fingers slipped into her dark hole quite easily, but didn't take the time to reflect on the significance at the time, I was too preoccupied with bringing her to a climax. As she pumped herself on my erection, I worked my fingers deeper and twisted them savagely. She let out a scream and shuddered to a climax as I picked up the pace from beneath her and spent myself into her soaking depths! Afterwards we lay there talking quietly and I said, "I love you so much and thank you for being the best wife in the world." It sounds corny now that I write this, but that's how it happened. She professed her love for me and I said, "I hope we can keep having moments like this forever." It was as if I had tempted the fates or upset some higher authority for the next weekend brought about the events that led to our divorce! It was Saturday in Spring and it was a rare sunny, warm day. We had gone into town shopping and had completed the weekly grocery shop, loaded the bags into the car, when Marti decided to take the girls to shop for new underwear for them. I was clearly not welcome to accompany two teenaged girls shopping for that type of attire, so I told them I would go to the pub and have a pie and a couple of pints and that I would see them at home later. I gave Marti the car keys and said I would walk home or get the bus back afterwards. I had supped a few pints and started walking home through the park. It was such a nice day, I sat on a bench and watched the world pass by. I reflected on how well Marti and I were getting along now and I must have dozed off for a few minutes. I woke with a start and realised that I had been sitting there for over half an hour and started making tracks homeward once more. I needed a piss so I detoured to towards the public toilets situated by some high bushes at the edge of the park. As I approached, I heard a loud scream and rushed into the Gents where the scream had emanated from. It was darker inside and before my eyes had adjusted to the gloomy interior, two youths rushed past me and one of them thrust something into the folds of my jacket. All I could tell was that they were young, probably nineteen or twenty years old, wearing jeans and hoodies. I went further into the toilet and found a young girl, probably no more than eighteen slumped on the cold, wet floor. She had clearly been assaulted as he skirt was around her waist and her blouse ripped open, revealing her budding breast that had been pulled from her lacy bra. She was crying hysterically, her tears mingled with her mascara stained cheeks. I went to her and tried to help her up, when she sprang at me trying to scratch out at my eyes and face. Her nails were long and extremely hard and my hands went up defensively to ward off her attack. She scratched the back of my hands and managed to scratch my face as well before I could restrain her. The next thing was felt myself being hauled off her and knocked to the floor and kicked a few times. I tried to explain that I was just trying to help the girl, when she screamed, "He raped me! That man raped me!" On hearing that, the two men that had pulled me off her, started to give me a right hiding and I was only saved when the Police charged in and pulled them off me. I was taken to the Police Station in town along with the two men who had assaulted me. I was locked in an interview room and left alone for an hour or so. I was still bleeding from her scratches and feeling very sorry for myself, but confident that when the girl came to her senses, I would be thanked for coming to her assistance and released. That didn't happen, she didn't change her story and after I gave my statement, I was arrested on the suspicion of rape and a Doctor examined me, took DNA samples, blood samples, photographs, the works and then they chucked in a cell. I demanded to be allowed my phone call and contacted Marti and asked her to get me a solicitor. I had no chance to explain what had happened, only that I was in a cell and in deep trouble! Later that night, the cell door swung open and a man I later discovered was an Assistant Chief Constable or ACC for short entered the cell alone. I'm a pretty big man, you don't have little guys playing at No.8 in a rugby pack, but he was bigger than me by a long way. He grabbed me by the throat and pulled me to my feet and proceeded to batter me senseless until at some point, he either got tired or he was pulled off me. I do remember him bending down and hissing in my ear, "You Cunt! That was my daughter you raped and I fully intend to see you banged up for the next ten years. You're nothing but scum and I hope you enjoy your new life being faggot in Strangeways!" I knew what Strangeways was, a prison in Manchester and by all accounts, not one of the more enlightened repository's of Her Majesty's guests! He left and I was left there for the night. In the morning, I was taken to an interview room and met my solicitor for the first time. He told me he had been contacted by my wife and asked to represent me. I explained the circumstances of my arrest and of the beatings I had received and he promised to take the matter up with the appropriate authorities. After I was returned to my cell and the following morning, taken to court where I met my solicitor for the second time and also a Barrister he had engaged to defend me. I was told that this was just an arraignment and all I had to do was confirm my name, address and plead not guilty! I was told that he would ask for bail, but he was doubtful that it would be granted given the nature of the charges. He also warned me that public feeling was running high and that the press had been plastering my details all over their front pages. The girl had not been identified, but since I came from a small town, everyone had a fair idea of who the victim was. I said, "Don't forget, I'm also a victim here!" He looked at me carefully and said, "The evidence I have seen so far is pretty damning, mostly circumstantial, but I will do my best for you." Anytime Girl Not exactly the positive response I was hoping for, but time would tell, I asked about my wife and he said curtly, "She does not want to see you at the moment, but I'll tell her that you asked to see her!" I asked about my assault in the cell and he said, "It appears that the CCTV in the cell corridor was malfunctioning at the time and the Duty Sergeant swears your injuries occurred when you fell down the stairs on the way to the cells. I don't think you have any chance of getting redress on this unless he changes his tune!" I knew right then that I was fucked! The Police had closed ranks. As far as they were concerned, they had the guy that raped a senior officer's daughter and had gotten what I deserved. I was remanded in custody for two weeks and a transferred to Strangeways immediately after my appearance in Court. Marti came to see me during my second week banged up. She walked into the room and I was so pleased to see her that I started to weep. She was dressed conservatively in a skirt and blouse and any hope I had of receiving her support vanished when she spat at me, "You Bastard! How could you rape a young girl? Do you know she's in your daughter's class at school?" My attempts at explaining my side of events was wasted, she didn't want to know, she had only come here to vent her fury on me. Clearly, she had decided and had become Judge, Jury and Executioner of my fate! "I've filed for divorce, you should be served any day and also had a restraining order put on you. You will not be permitted to come within a hundred metres on me or the children until this trial is over and if I get my way, you'll never see them again! Oh, and one last thing, the Ice Maiden has suffered a distinct thaw and the name has now been officially dropped!" With that said, she turned and strode out of the room as I watched her pretty backside through my tear filled eyes. She didn't have to spell out to me what her last comment meant. It's signified the end of her rejecting the attentions of other men! I was angry, frustrated and ready to kill somebody or something. The thought of her and other men caused an anguish that made me very bitter. This anger put me on my guard and when one of the other inmates tried it on, I just lost it and nearly killed him before the guards pulled me off him. I earned a week in solitary for that and when I emerged, I found that I had no further problems on that side of things. I also got served with my divorce papers and my solicitor told me that she must have had them already prepared to act on them so quickly. The prosecution evidence against me was substantial. The thing that was shoved into my jacket turned out to be the girl's knickers and my skin had been found under her fingernails. On the plus side, the DNA recovered from her vagina was not mine, in fact they had two different samples of DNA from as yet unidentified males. It would also appear that the girl was not a virgin at the time of the assault! At my second appearance in court, I was granted bail and the trial set for six week's time. I returned home, to my home town, not my home, if you understand what I mean. I was prohibited from venturing near that! I tried calling my daughters, but Marti refuse to let me speak to them and also refuse to discuss the issue of my pending trial with me. Unable to go home, I went to my brother's. He met me at the doorstep, but didn't invite me in, but at least spoke to me but said, "Martin, I sorry but I can't let you stay with us. Helen won't hear of it. She says she doesn't want a rapist in her home, especially with the children and all. I believe you when you claim your innocence, but Helen is adamant about it. We've had many arguments about this believe me and it has almost cost me my marriage as well. I can't allow you to be the cause of my marriage to fail!" I said I understood and turned to walk away, he grabbed me by my arm and said, "Look, I'll meet you down the Lion for a pint and we'll have a chance to talk, there's something you need to know." We agreed to meet later that week and I went and checked into a Travel Lodge near to the town by-pass. My next port of call was to the Airfield to see my boss. The employers had suspended me without pay while I was incarcerated and I wanted to know when I could start work again. I was ushered quickly into HR and told that they could not employ me until the outcome of the court case was decided! They must have been worried about an unfair dismissal case, because they not to subtlety offered to pay me 3 month's salary to quit! Oh, it wasn't couched in those terms, they were very careful in their choice of words, but the net effect was the same, they didn't want to employ a rapist! I took their money, in cash at my insistence and left the premises. So, now I was unemployed, homeless and halfway towards being one of the divorce statistics. Added to that, I was banned from even talking to my own kids! My life was in ruins and I felt everybody had it in for me. The next day, I started looking for another job and noted several vacancies for my line of work, but based at the East Midlands Airport. That was a bit further than I wanted to travel, because I wanted to be near my kids, even if couldn't talk to them at the moment, I could at least watch them from afar. I applied for the job on-line, failing to mention the pending trial. They got back to me immediately and conducted an interview over the phone and took up the references from my old company. My old boss had been very fair and his reference went a long way to securing the job for me. When they offered me the job, I told them about the upcoming court case and my claim of innocence. They offered to hold the job, pending the outcome of my trial. I felt they must be desperate to get qualified staff if they were prepared to do that! That was one bit of good news that day, the rest was hellish. I met my brother, Tom in the Lion and after he bought a round, we found a quiet corner in which to speak undisturbed. I was recognised, of course and I was aware of the mutters and pointed remarks being made in my direction, just loud enough for me to hear, without the ability to hear clearly what was being said. At one point Tom went to jump up and confront the arseholes, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "I don't need any more trouble with the law. There's one ACC that is just waiting to have another chance at beating me up!" He calmed down at that and I could see he was trying to find a way to speak to me about what was bothering him. "Why don't you just come right out and say it?" I told him. He nodded and said, "It's about Marti." I said, "Go on, there's nothing that can surprise me about her." Boy, was I wrong about that! Tom proceeded to tell me that my soon to be ex-wife was a slut! He told me that she was no longer known as the Ice Maiden down at the Rugby Club, her new nickname was Martini, the Anytime girl! There was more to follow that, "Every Saturday, after a home match she is at the club and talk has it that, most of the single guys and a few of the married ones have had her! She is pretty free with her favours from all reports the anywhere, any place is applicable too! I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but I have seen her there and noticed her slip into the changing rooms with a guy. They were gone for about thirty minutes and it looked as if the others knew exactly what was going on as they prevented anyone else interrupting them while they were at it! Helen pulled me out of the club and refuses to go back there and she's no longer on speaking terms with Marti as a result." I knew Helen would not have broken off with Marti lightly, they had been friends since before we got married. I was surprisingly calm about the whole thing and Tom, who had been watching for my reaction said, "You seem so calm about this, are you sure you're OK?" "I was half expecting her to do something like this, but what about Jane, how are she and Sandra taking this? Do they know about their mother being an easy lay?" "Helen sees the girls every day at school and has tried to talk to them privately, but they clam up and refuse to talk to her. I think you need to see them and soon! They are never out of trouble at school, mostly trying to defend you from their fellow pupil's derogatory comments, but according to Helen, their school work is also failing and their behaviour is going to get them expelled sooner or later!" The term, when one door closes another slams in your face came to mind when I heard that. Clearly I needed to do something and restraining order or not, I was going to see my kids and set them straight! "Can Helen get me into school without anyone knowing? I want to spend thirty minutes with my kids and set the record straight." He promised me he would ask and set it up, if she was agreeable. He would let me know. This was on the Wednesday evening, by Thursday afternoon things had changed! My Solicitor called me and told me there had been some developments that affected my case and could I go and see him the following morning, by which time he would have all the details. He refused to say any more and I was left puzzled, wondering what it was all about! Friday morning, I went to see my solicitor and once the formalities had been completed he said, "You'll be please to know that the Crown Prosecution Service have confirmed this morning that they are formally dropping all charges against you! It appears that they caught the three youths involved. They caught them trying to rape another young woman and after they were presented with the evidence against them, they admitted to the attack on the ACC's daughter. They also confirmed that you were not involved in any way and if you hadn't disturbed them they would all have had another go at her. It would appear that she only started to scream rape, when she realised that they intended to gang up on her." I was flabbergasted and so shocked that I couldn't prevent the tears as they started to flow down my cheeks. The realisation started to dawn on me that I was free of the burden that had been weighing me down these last three months or so and with it the certainty that these charges had effectively cost me my marriage and my job. I pulled myself together and asked if I had a case against the Police or my employers only to be told no. I asked about the ACC and his assault on my person while in custody and this time I was told that I could bring a private prosecution against the ACC, but unless the custody sergeant changed his statement, I was screwed there as well. Frustrated, I asked, "I want you to make sure that they hold a press conference and make a full and clear apology to me and confirm my innocence of all charges!" This, he told me was already arranged and that the ACC himself would be making a statement the following day to that effect. I took stock, only one thing left to be sorted, "I want the restraining order against me lifted immediately, can you sort that please?" His solicitor smiled and handed him a document wallet, "Already done! That wallet contains confirmation of your release without charge and exoneration, duly signed and sealed. The other document confirms the lifting of the restraining order, although, your wife will not receive her copy until Monday. I advise you to be careful how you approach her. Your divorce will be final next month and you will be a free man once more." There was little more to say, just a few loose ends to tie up and I was finished. I checked the time as I left the solicitors office and was surprised that it was after one. I was hungry, so I entered a café and ordered some lunch. Once more, I was clearly recognised and shunned by people I had once thought of as friends, some of them I had known since my school days. I was tempted to drag out the document and show them, but I wanted a better revenge than that, so I sat there and ignored their hostile stares. I went back to the hotel and was surprised to see the ACC that had assaulted me waiting for me in Reception. I made to defend myself and lifted my arms, when the ACC stood up and moved towards me. Before I could say anything, the ACC said, "Is there somewhere we can talk privately?" I took him to my room and away from the eager eyes of the receptionist, who had clearly been expecting a confrontation between the two of us. She must have been well aware of the history between us. Once in the privacy of my room the ACC said, "I came to apologise to you personally. I was out of order and totally wrong to assault you in the cell. In my defence, I had just found out my daughter, her name is Beth by the way, had been raped and gang banged and you were our prime suspect, you even had her knickers in your jacket! How would you have reacted if it had been Jane or Sandra that had been attacked, would you have behaved differently?" I was surprised he knew the names of my children, but then again he is a cop and this is a small town so I said "It doesn't matter how I would or wouldn't have reacted does it? The fact of the matter is you abused your position and the trust in the police that a suspect has the right to expect. I could understand it more, if I'd been tried and convicted first. You broke that rule and with it any trust that our police are the best in the world! You should know, that I intend to instruct my lawyer to start proceedings against you for assault should my complaint to the Independent Police Complaints Commission is not upheld." "Please don't do that, and I'm not asking for my own sake or for the sake of my position, but I ask not to, because the circumstances relating to the attack on my daughter will become common knowledge once more. Brenda, my daughter is a basket case as it is and I fear she will have a complete breakdown if this case continues to drag on. Please consider the effect that your charges will have on her!" I pondered his request and said, "OK. One condition, you, your wife and daughter come to my home on Sunday at one PM. You and Brenda will explain to my soon to be ex-wife and my children why she lied and alleged that I was responsible for her rape! Then you will tell my soon to be ex that you beat the shit out of me and that I didn't fall down any stairs!" He refused, so then I said, "You realise that between you and your daughter, I have lost my marriage, the love and respect of my children, not to mention my job and I have been incarcerated for the last three months unable to respond actively to what's been happening in my absence. I am shunned everywhere I go in my home town and lost the friendship and trust of the nearest and dearest to me. I think that what I ask is pretty magnanimous of me. Oh and while I remember, my exoneration better be the first item at tomorrow's Police Press Conference or this offer is off the table! If you do all this, I will withdraw any allegations and keep my mouth shut about what really happened between your daughter and those boys! She went into that toilet willingly and only screamed rape when things got out of hand." This was really turning up the heat on him, but he deserved it and agreed to my terms. It was getting on towards early evening when I turned up at my brother's door once more. Helen opened it and before she could close it again, I thrust the documents into her hands and ordered her to read them first. She sat at the foot of the stairs and read them quickly before starting to sob. My brother came home from work at that point and she handed them to him before she took the opportunity to run up the stairs sobbing her heart out. Ken invited me in and I sat down with his kids as they asked me if I was free for good. I told them I was and that they had to keep it a secret for another day. They had just promised that they would not mention it to anyone, when Ken called us in for tea in the kitchen. Helen had composed herself and apologised for rejecting me and though I was still smarting at her lack of faith in me, I accepted her apology and she came over and kissed me on the lips. Ken gave me a big bear hug and we were all in tears for the next few minutes. After the kids had disappeared upstairs, I outlined my plan for the next day and asked them to join me in its execution! Late the next afternoon I made my way to the rugby club. Once more my arrival was greeted by a sudden hush in the normally loud and noisy bar. It was so quiet that I could hear the shouts of encouragement, followed by a low moaning noise coming from the changing rooms. One of the guys guarding the entrance to the area quickly opened the door and disappeared into the changing room and the noise quickly ceased. I wandered to the bar with Ken and Helen and ordered us drinks. They were starting to make noises about not serving me when I pointed to the News about to start on the large screen in the middle of the lounge stage. "Just watch!" I ordered and stepped back just as Marti emerged from the Changing Room followed by the guy that went to warn her and two other men. She looked at me and stared me out totally unrepentant about the fact that I had caught her fucking not one but two men at the same time! Someone behind the bar turned up the volume just as the newsreader focussed on the local news and a very apologetic ACC read out a prepared statement confirming that I was totally innocent of the charges laid against me and that I was fully exonerated. There was a crash as Marti fainted and I walked over and looked down at her lying there, legs akimbo, displaying for anyone who cared to look, evidence that she was a slut. She had not bothered to put her panties back on and her vulva was leaking a copious volume of semen. I waited until someone had passed some smelling salts under her nose and she had started to recover before saying, "Well now you know the truth, a truth you never gave me a chance to explain before you passed judgement! I hope you can live with what you've become." Handing her the release from the restraining order, I said, "I will be at your home tomorrow at twelve thirty! See to it that you and my daughters are there as well as I have something more to say and it can wait till then. Until tomorrow, enjoy your night!" I stomped out of the bar and could hear her screams as she tried to get to her feet and come after me. We were out the door and into Ken's car before she broke out and chase dup to us. I ignored her but could not ignore her pleading with me to wait and let her explain! Some chance, I thought as we drove away. The following day, promptly at twelve thirty, I turned up at my old home and knocked on the door. Marti opened it straight away, she must have been watching out for my arrival and tried to kiss me, but recoiled when I held my hand in front of her face, so she said a bit testily, "This is still your home, you pay the mortgage so there's no need to knock, how are you?" I was amazed that she could act so blasé about what had happened the previous night and replied, "How do you think I am? I have just seen how big a slut my wife has become and boy that made me sick to my stomach. But I'm not here to talk about us, I'm here to see my kids and tell them the true story about what happened. You are only here because I need you to know how much you're betrayal hurt me!" My daughter's obviously had overheard most of this conversation in the front hall and could wait no longer and burs through the door and into my arms. I admit, I cried right then as I held them in my arms. I looked over their shoulders to see Marti also in tears and tried to get myself sorted out for the arrival of my guests. They came right on time and I watched as all three stood on our drive, as if debating whether they wanted to come in or not. I opened the door and invited them in and they slowly and reluctantly entered. In the lounge I introduced Marti to the ACC, whose name was Andy and his wife, Jill. His daughter, Brenda, already knew both Jane and Sandra from school and they just nodded to each other. I waited to see if Andy would start the ball rolling, but when he didn't I said, "I invited Andy and his family here today so you could hear for yourselves what happened that day, the consequences of which are still on going. I guess the best thing will be for Brenda to start by telling us exactly what happened that day, over to you Brenda." Anytime Girl Brenda was obviously very nervous about telling her story, but she stuttered her way through it and when she had completed it I asked, "Thank you Brenda that was very well said, just one question, why did you lie and say it was me who attacked you?" She coloured up immediately and looked at her dad for support or maybe to get her out of here, but he just said, "Go on baby, explain to him why. He deserves to know the truth of it!" Her mother just pursed her lips and said nothing. Seeing that she was not going to get any help from either of her parents the girl continued almost in a whisper, "I made the accusation in a panic, I also said there were others involved but could not identify them! I didn't want to admit that I went willingly into the toilet. Once I started with the lie, I couldn't retract it without admitting my complicity in my own rape. I was too scared and it seemed easier to continue." She looked at me, pleading with her eyes for me to say some words of sympathy with her plight, but I sat there stony faced and waited for her to continue. "Then the DNA tests results came back and of course yours was not among them and the detectives started to have doubts, but the fact that I had scratched you in my panic and my panties in your jacket convinced them that you must have been involved. Then my attackers were caught trying to rape another girl and it all come into the open. I'm so sorry for getting you into trouble and I hope that you can forgive me for the trouble I've caused you." I was not in any mood to make concessions at that point and said, "I can't forgive you at this point of time. You will have to live with the knowledge that you have destroyed my marriage, my career and any respect that the people of this town had for me, so no, I cannot forgive you for that." That finished the conversation with Beth and before they left, her father again apologised for attacking me in the cells that night and I surprised myself when I said, "I think I can understand why you did it and hope that maybe you have learned that sometimes, just sometimes, people in custody are telling you the truth. If you've learnt that them maybe some good has come out of this mess." They said their goodbyes and left. My daughters were crying and I helped them wipe away their tears. Marti had also been crying, but had disappeared into what used to be our bedroom and shut the door. I stayed with the girls all afternoon and Marti failed to appear. It was teatime and I asked the girls if they wanted to go out for supper or stay with their mother? They opted for the supper at a restaurant. I didn't ask Marti and I just left a note on the kitchen table for her. We had a nice meal and I explained that I would be leaving town to work at the East Midlands Airport, but that I would try and get over to see them as often as possible. Inevitably, that led to questions about their mother and divorce. I parried those told them that their mother and I had some major problems and had yet to sit down and discuss them, but that divorce was very likely. They took that better than I thought and it was getting late so we returned home. Marti was waiting for us and she looked straight at me and said sarcastically, "You could have at least asked me to come with you. I have been waiting here all night for you to return!" "I'm not ready to talk to you tonight. Call in sick tomorrow morning and I will be ready to talk to you then!" At that I turned my back on her and walked out. The next day I found myself once more at the door of what used to be my home. Once more I knocked and Marti opened it and inviting me in and again said irritably, "I've told you before, this is still our house and you needn't knock and wait like a bloody tradesman!" "Our divorce, the one you rapidly demanded once I was on remand will be final in about three weeks! At that point, this will no longer be my home. I have agreed to your demands, you can have it all, the support for the two girls as agreed and this house. I don't want any part of it. You earn more than me for now, so you will have to find the mortgage payments on your own until I can start earning again. At that point, I will comply with the court order to the letter!" What she said next nearly floored me, "I don't want a divorce! I have decided that we should make an attempt to reconcile! After all, you cheated on me and more than just the one time you confessed to. Did you really think that I didn't know all about the others? I knew all about them, almost as soon as you fucked them! I kept my own counsel and decided to forgive you for your indiscretions, sure I finally had to punish you when it was pushed into my face in a manner that I could not ignore at the time, but I still loved you despite your betrayals. Now, I want you to grant me the same bit of licence. I made some mistakes, but on Saturday, I stepped way over the line and I admit it. That was the first time that I let two of them have me together and I have to be honest and say that it wasn't all that good for me. Until then, I only ever went out with one guy at a time for sex. It was sex, not love, which is what you told me your affairs were if you remember? Anyway, to reiterate, I don't want a divorce, I want you back in my life and my bed!" I knew that she was lying, but I was not ready to confront her about that just yet so I tried desperately to regain the initiative and said, "You only let me back into your life for the sake of the kids, not because of any love for me and you extracted exactly what you wanted from me. I stopped playing rugby, I stopped the nights out with the lads and I tried very hard to be the man you wanted me to be. Our sex life still sucked and I admit, you tried to accommodate my fantasy's, and there was some improvement just before all this happened, but you have never taken me in your mouth or arse, something I'm sure your recent lovers have had the privilege of getting! I'm not like you, call it my ego or just simply my pride, but I can't find it within me to forgive you for becoming the Martini girl! You know, anytime anywhere, anyplace? Sorry, but us reconciling is just not going to happen, our divorce will go ahead as you planned!" She flew straight back at me and said, "Firstly, Martini girl, yes the anywhere, anytime bit is true enough, but any place isn't. I never let any of them have my arse, as you so delicately put it! Secondly, when I forgave you, it was not just for the sake of the girls, it was also because I love you. I know you were never happy with our love life and I was trying really hard to change, but then this rape thing came along and I admit I jumped to the conclusion that you were guilty and the Martini girl was born! I was hurt and angry, so I allowed myself to be seduced, no that's not true, I went out hunting and scored some pretty good hits. I thought I could stop after getting laid the first night, but the next night I went out and I swear I was only intending to have a few drinks before going home, but the guys kept buying me drinks and dancing with me, which led to some necking and when one of them started nibbling at my ear lobes, I just melted and let him take me into the changing rooms and have me. When he was finished, he left me hanging, I cleaned myself up and went back into the lounge to get my bag, when another fellow took me and we started dancing once more. The word must have gotten round because he went straight for my ears and I found myself steered back into the back room once more. This guy was far better and he brought me to orgasm twice before he exploded inside me again. I felt dirty and used and after cleaning myself up, I grabbed my bag and went home to get showered and cleaned up." She paused for breath at that point and I just stood there like some idiot child, mouth open and stunned! She said quietly, "After that night, I recognised that I was wrong about sex. Cosy sex, missionary sex, gentle loving sex is good, but also that raw, hard fucking sex could also be good, more than that it could be fucking great! You were in jail and I was tempted to get some more revenge on you and I went back for more. I never went out in the week, only Saturdays and not always to the rugby club. I guess I got a reputation for being a slut and to be honest, I didn't care what anybody thought, I was loving it. Two, sometimes three lovers in a single night became the norm. I never ever brought anyone back here and believe it or not, after that first month, I restricted myself to going out only once a month. Last Saturday was the first time this month! I have counted up and I can tell you, I have had twelve different men since you were incarcerated and I think that makes us just about level pegging on the score cards! Please, Martin, I love you, are you sure you can't find it in your heart to forgive me?" She was crying now and wanted to go to her and hold her, but couldn't force my feet to move, I knew she was lying in her teeth and so I waited to see what she was going to do next. I was expecting more pleading about her affairs, instead she came to me and threw herself into my arms. I suppose it was inevitable that we would end up in bed and my anger and frustration over the last few months came to the fore. I didn't make love to her, I fucked her hard and with a savagery that I didn't know I had in me. I must have been hurting her but she egged me on and kept telling me not to stop. I don't know how many times she came because she seemed to be coming continuously until I blew my load in her velvety cunt. She had learned a few tricks during my absence and she used her mouth on me to bring me back to life and for the first time in our married life she sucked my dick! This time she went onto her hands and knees and presented her bum to me and said, "I've saved this for you. Now bugger me, and don't stop until you have taken me there!" Considering that this was supposedly her first time taking it in her anus, she handled it remarkably easily an I pressed myself into her bum hole and bowels. This made me remember that last night we had made love before my arrest. We had run out of batteries for her vibrators and she had begged me to use my fingers on her tight brown hole, but it wasn't all that tight. I think that was when I realised that she had been cheating on me. I was pretty sure that I was getting sloppy seconds that night, because her pussy was so slack. This was confirmed when the batteries I had only replaced the other night, had come up flat. Armed with my suspicions, I decided to say nothing until I had proof, but events the next day had quashed that plan. As I started to fuck her arse, I knew that this couldn't have been her first time! I slipped in way to easily for that and though she made a lot of noise about it hurting her, I didn't prevent her body betraying her as she pushed back against my throbbing member. I rode her arse quite savagely and didn't let up until I had exploded deep inside her bowels. In the aftermath of their coupling she tried to snuggle into him, but he climbed out of the bed and started to get dressed. She watched him from under her eyelids and deliberately started to caress her clit in an lewd manner and then she started inserting first one, then, and three fingers into her sopping pussy. I could hear the sounds she as making as her fingers slurped as she withdrew and then plunged them back into her sex again and again. She was grinding her hips and she clearly intend in giving me a show as she was staring at me and licking her lips suggestively as she frigged herself towards orgasm. I stood and watched her get herself off and wondered at the changes to my, if not quite frigid wife to this new persona of Martini wife. God, but she had turned into the sex bomb that I had always wanted her to be, but it was too late for us, I knew that when she visited me in Strangeways and now I had to tell her exactly why! When she had brought herself to her climax, I said, "I'm sorry but I'm not as forgiving as you and I could probably have forgiven you for cheating on me when I was in prison, but it wasn't just in prison was it? You had started cheating even before then hadn't you?" She went to speak, but I silenced her with just a waning glance. "Yes I know all about you and that shit of a boss you have! Back then, when I still had friends in this town, I was warned that you two were seen coming out of the Holiday Inn when you should have been at work. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, but you made a mistake or two that helped convince me. The first thing that cased the alarm bells to ring was the batteries! Remember the night of our wedding anniversary? That night when we discovered that the vibrator batteries were flat and you had me finger your arsehole to get you off? Those batteries in were brand new the day before, because I changed them myself in anticipation of us making love to you. The second warning came only after I had reflected on things the next morning. That night, you were so passionate and I really thought things were finally getting better for us, but you were so loose and sloppy that even dumb nuts here sensed that something wasn't right. You bitch, you even had me go down on you as a preliminary act of love! You had the fucking nerve to come home and fuck my brains out after having sex with him! All of that, if you had been honest with me, may have swung it in your favour, but you lied about being an anal virgin, you lied about never having brought him here to our bed and you used the excuse of my arrest to give you the justification to become the Martini girl!" I was so angry by this stage that I could have hit her, but I refrained from that, God knows how. She was crying now and mumbling something about always loving me. I stopped her short and said sadly, "You tried again today to tell me that you had never given your arse to any of them, but just now when I ploughed that lovely arse of yours for the first time, it became clear that was a lie. You were just too loose and responsive, believe me I know, I have taken anal cherries before and it hurts! Not just for the woman, but I have severely bruised my dick trying to penetrate a girls bum before now, so you lied about that as well!" She was really crying hard now, but as I looked down at her naked body, I felt no anger any more, only regret. "I am leaving town and will make arrangements via Emails about seeing the girls every other weekend. I will wait until they get back from school and explain what's happening. You can be here if you wish, but you should know that they are both well aware of your nickname and how came to get it! I hope we can keep this amicable, I hold no grudge against you or any of your fuck buddies, I hope you will be very happy with the rest of your life." I left her then and waited in my car for the girls to get home. I explained where I was going and that their mother and I would not be getting back together by mutual consent. There were tears of course, but when I told them that they were welcome to live with me once they had both reached sixteen, they cheered up considerably. It would not be too long to wait for that to happen. My new job turned out to be great, I even had enough money to buy a three bedroomed semi near to Derby and was soon settled into my new life. Six months later I met a nice lady who worked in the office of my new company and we became friends, well more than that, but I have shied away from getting my hopes up. I know myself too well and wonder how long it will be before some other woman comes along and tempts me. The last I heard about Marti was that she was still working at the same place and I heard separately from my brother that if she was putting it about, she was doing it very discreetly. My daughter, Jane confirmed as much when she said, "Mum never goes out any more and spends a lot of time in her bedroom. Why don't you give her a call and ask her for yourself, because I'm fed up with both of you asking me how the other is faring. If you want my opinion, she is miserable and knows she screwed up big time in not telling you the truth! As for you, I think you are putting a brave face on things, but deep down you can't get over her. It's time that the pair of you at least tried talking to one another!" Christmas time was looming and I made an effort to try and be there for my daughters. I stopped with Ken and Helen, but it was Marti who made the first move when she invited me to come for Christmas dinner. When I started to refuse she pleaded and I could see from the look on my daughter's faces that they wanted me to be there with them, so I relented. I went out Christmas Eve and bought some flowers and chocolate for Marti. The dinner was surprisingly easy and without any of the awkwardness I was expecting. The girls opened their presents and I could tell that they were happy to receive what I had bought, but that I had the sizes or colours hopelessly wrong. I gave them the gift receipts so they could exchange them and realised that I was hopelessly out of touch with what young women wear. I had always relied on Marti for that! After dinner, the girls disappeared and left Marti and I to talk. She asked if there was any chance of is getting together again and I could see the disappointment when I said no. Maybe we could be friends, but as a couple was not going to happen. She floored me with her next question, "Well can we friends with benefits? I miss you so much and I miss sex just as much. I swear that I have not been with anyone else since that last time with you!" I was recalled that last time and was tempted, so I said, "Why don't you come over next weekend with the girls for New Year and we'll see what happens. I don't want you to have any illusions, if I fuck you, that's all it will be! A fuck, not making love but as long as you understand that then OK!" That's what happened and now she comes over about once a month and we fuck each other's brains out. I don't think either of us wants to make it a formal arrangement but we agreed that until one of us finds someone that they want to settle down with, we're both happy to continue with the relationship on that basis. One thing though, compared to when we were first married, she is definitely a Martini girl!