34 comments/ 32503 views/ 13 favorites First Chink By: ukresearcher I wrote this fairly short story before the advent of cell phones but anybody hoping for a different theme will be disappointed. ***** I arrived home from work to find my wife Diane sitting in an armchair with a woebegone expression on her face. The puffiness round her eyes told me that she had been crying, so I moved at once to comfort her, asking, "What's the matter darling?" Diane held up her hand to tell me I should not move any closer and sobbed, "There is no easy way to tell you Colin but I've just cheated on you." I felt as if I had been punched in the stomach, I couldn't breathe and there was no strength in my legs. I think that I actual staggered back a couple of paces until I could sink down and perch on the arm of the settee. "I promise that it will never ever happen again," my wife pleaded. Suddenly I found my voice and shouted "Who was it - I'll kill the bastard?" "Alice." On hearing the name of her best friend, it felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I was floating - I felt I had only to flap my arms and I would soar round the room. Not only had another man's filthy cock not been inside my sweetheart but she had fulfilled a long standing fantasy. For the previous three years my most persistent daydream had been one where Diane and Alice did things to each other. Diane and Alice worked at the same big store but in different departments. This meant that they had the same mid-week half day and were able to spend that time in each others company, either going round the shops or just hanging out together. They are both very attractive young women and have the same ripe breasts, slim waists and round bottoms. If asked to say with hand on heart, I would have to admit that Alice has the edge if only because she has an extra aura of femininity. Diane is all woman but she has enough of the feminist in her to insist that, as we both work, the housework should be equally shared where I always felt that Alice would not have made that demand. Alice is married to Frank, a large, self opinionated, coarse and boorish man and I could never understand how such a feminine creature could have finished up with an oaf like that. At the start of the friendship, we used to socialise as a foursome, either at their house or ours and sometimes going out somewhere for the evening. I brought this arrangement to an end because I could not stand the man. I particularly disliked the way that he could not keep his hands off Diane, draping his arm around her and slapping her backside at every opportunity - although I must admit that my wife seemed less upset by his behaviour than I was. I did suggest that the two women might like to go out occasionally by themselves but this never happened and they settled for just Wednesday afternoons to do their girl talk. I suddenly realised that Diane was glaring at me. "Why are you sitting there grinning like an idiot?" she asked angrily. "Didn't you hear what I said; I've been unfaithful to you." "Yes I heard - you've been messing about with Alice." "But I've had sex with someone else. Why aren't you upset?" "Because it doesn't count with another woman. In fact I have been half hoping for a long time that you and Alice might get together with each other." My wife relaxed but still looked puzzled. "I'm glad that you aren't upset but I don't understand why you don't think it was cheating - I certainly felt as if I was cheating when I was doing it with her." "I'm so little upset that you have my permission to go with her any time you want. In fact you can bring her round to the house one evening and let me watch you two together." "You are just a pervert," Diane said, still sounding cross but with a slight smile on her face. "If I am a pervert then I'm not alone - I bet a large percentage of husbands are just the same as me." "I'm not saying that I will do it again but it was rather nice," she admitted relaxing into her chair. I moved off the arm of the settee onto the seat, patted the cushion beside me and invited "Come over here and tell me exactly what happened right from the start." When she was comfortably snuggled up against me she began. "Alice wasn't at work this morning so I went round to her flat to see if she was ill. She was in a dreadful state, shuddering all over and crying. I gathered that Frank had made her do something really horrible. We were sitting together with me cuddling her and after a few minutes she started to calm down. I happened to look down just as she looked up - our heads were very close and something made me lower my face and kiss her on the mouth. It was longer than a quick kiss but I kept my lips closed." "And then?" I interrupted the picture vivid in my head. "Just as I started to move my head away, she got a hand behind my neck, pulled it back hard and the next moment we were kissing madly with our mouths open and tongues going like snakes. When she jerked me down I had put a hand on her breast to steady myself. It felt so warm and soft that I left it there and as we kissed I found that could feel her nipple. I got really exited stroking it with my thumb. I was still wearing my work skirt and while all that was going on, Alice had pulled it up and got her hand inside my panties. I felt so wet already but when she started playing with my clit and putting her fingers inside me I went crazy. We finished up stripped to the waist, sucking each other's tits and frigging the other off. That was all we did but it felt wonderful." "If it was so wonderful why had you been crying when I got home?" I needed to know. "When I was with Alice I went a bit crazy but as soon as I left her flat I started to feel bad. I thought it was cheating whether I had sex with a man or a woman and I'm so relieved that you don't mind at all." "What had Frank done to upset Claire in the first place?" Diane pulled away slightly. "I don't know if I should tell you, Alice was confiding in me." "Come on," I urged. "I won't tell anybody and I am very pleased at what it led to." "It has been going on a long time," my wife said slowly. "Frank is a real bastard and you were right to dislike him from the start. For more than a year he has been taking men back to their flat and making Alice have sex with them - she doesn't know if it was just a favour to his mates or if money changed hands. Alice says that after the first two or three she didn't mind that too much but then it got worse. There is a certain car park where lots of stuff goes on, I think it's called 'dogging'. Well he takes her there and she has to suck men's cocks in their truck - some of the men come looking for it and Frank finds others for her to look after. She knows that he charges for that but it can't be much because one of the ones she did was a student. It started as a dare to prove that she loved him and the first time she only sucked one guy off but the next time it was three. Now she doesn't bother counting. Alice told me that that since she got used to it she quite likes sucking the younger men and the student but hates doing it to old men. " Listening to this, the responsible part of me was horrified but a base element in my nature caused me to become instantly aroused as the mental image of two pairs of bare tits pressed together was replaced by one of Alice with a fat cock down her throat. My train of thought was interrupted by Diane saying, "I forgot to mention that one time she had to have full sex with a stranger while lots of others watching through the truck windows." "If she doesn't like it, why the hell does Alice stay with the swine?" It was a question that anybody would ask." "I did bring that up with her," Diane agreed but then paused before adding, "Apparently Frank is very good in bed - she can't face the thought of losing the good times with him." "If this has been going on for so long and Alice puts up with it because he's got an extra big cock or something, why the hell is she suddenly so upset today?" "Frank has pushed it even further," my wife explained. "Last night he said that he was taking her to a party but she found herself at a house where there were three black men and a black woman. Frank told the black men to treat Alice like the slut she was and then cleared off to another room with the women. The three males took him at his word, calling her a slag and a bitch, fucking her over and over again in all ways possible and also slapping her around." "Christ," I said in real shock - it was a relief to find that even the unethical part of my character balked at that. "Now do you see why I needed to comfort her - I just didn't realise that it would get out of hand like that." "I certainly understand and you must keep on comforting her," I agreed enthusiastically. "Give her as much comfort as she needs and don't worry about me." That night and for the following week I enjoyed the best sex of my life. I was in a constant frenzy, inspired partly by mental pictures of female to female practices but mainly from imagining the lovely Alice engaged in any of the activities described. Diane was equally hot but whether aroused by the whole thing or only her close encounter of the lesbian kind I did not know. When the following Wednesday came I could not keep still at work and this provoked several amused comment of the 'cat on a hot tin roof' variety. Arriving home in a rush I found my wife sitting with a big smile on her face. "Yes we did," she confirmed," - and this time we did a lot more." As I sat eagerly down by her side to hear the update, Diane mused, "Over the years I've quite enjoyed sucking your prick but wouldn't describe it as my favourite sex activity. Because of this it puzzled me why you got so much pleasure with your head between my legs for so long but now I know the answer. I don't know it was the taste, the smell or just because she was squirming so much in response to what I was doing to her. I actually made her cum and almost had an orgasm myself just feeling the inside of her pussy while it happened." I made her go through it again, in minute by minute, detail but it added nothing significant to that described above. When Diane had finished, I said brightly, "You two deserve more than just a measly afternoon together so why don't you invite her round here one evening a week. Quite deliberately I had avoided mention of me being present but my wife was ahead of me. She gave laugh and squeezed my hand, "I'm not too keen on the idea of you watching but thinking of you, I did mention that possibility to her. She said 'No'. Alice is rather shy, especially with you - she thinks you are a lovely guy but not in a sexual way - if you must know she thinks you are too soft." I didn't like hearing Alice's unflattering opinion of me and it reduced my sympathy for her being badly treated by the rougher type of man that she obviously preferred. "However," Diane told me with a big smile on her face, "Frank doesn't get home until two or three o'clock in the mornings on Friday nights - Alice thinks he is shagging some tart or other. Well I have provisionally agreed to go round there then, if that is OK with you." I did agree but with less enthusiasm than had I been endorsing adoption of my plan. For the next month Diane enjoyed alternate sex twice a week and I got to hear all the dirty details. There was only one new thing of note and that was a slight criticism of my oral technique. "I used to think that nobody could possibly be better at pussy sucking than you but Alice is," Diane told me one night. "You sometimes tend to drift off the right spot but Alice never does and she knows instinctively when to be a bit rough and when being delicate will feel a lot better." I laughed this off by suggesting that the lady might like to call round to give me tips. It was still a very good month because although not maintaining the tempo of that first week I continued enjoying a greatly enhanced sex life. Diane generally got home from Alice's at 1 a.m. and I was always waiting in bed eager for her to slide in beside me to relate all that she had done. It was the sixth such visit when she got straight into the shower and spent rather a long time in there but I thought nothing of it because it was a particularly clammy night. However, when she finally joined me, Diane said only 'Goodnight' and rolled over as if to go to sleep. I wasn't standing for that, so I sat up, switched on the light and said, "Come on, you know I want to know everything that happened, while I have been waiting patiently for you at home." With the bedclothes pulled over her head, Diane mumbled, "You won't like it." "I won't know if I will like it or not until you tell me," I laughed, a picture of them fucking each other with double headed dildoes flooding my mind." My wife made a small hole in the covers and peered up at me with one eye. "Frank came home early and caught us at it," she said. "What did he do, hit the roof?" "No - he sat down in a chair and told us to carry on," Diane reported giving me the benefit of both her eyes. She was right, I did not like it one little bit. Watching had been my dearest wish for so long and yet that uncouth sod had blundered back from whatever and had the thing fall right in his lap. "Did you carry on?" I asked desperately hoping that the answer would be negative. Diane nodded. "Alice didn't seem to mind him being there and she had just given me the most fantastic orgasm so I owed her one." My wife seemed to have more to say so I held back my next question and I was right because she continued slowly, "While I was crouched down with my head between her legs, Frank came up behind and put his cock in me. I was very wet so it went in a long way quite easily." I went into an instant repetition of the 'punch in the guts, breathless routine. When I made no response (except possibly a choking sound), Diane went on in a flat factual voice, "He ejaculated after only a few thrusts then pulled out and went round to make Alice suck him stiff again. While she was doing that he gave me that evil grin of his and told me it was a long time since he had been in such a nice tight cunt." I waited silently for her to continue. Perhaps I was incapable of speech but what any can husband say when faced by such an announcement? "Then Frank fucked me again. This time Alice wasn't involved, his thing went all the way in and he carried on for much longer." Again Diane Paused expectantly. There were many possible questions but the one I picked was the one I think most husbands would have asked. "How big is his cock?" "I didn't see it properly but it felt absolutely massive inside me." It is funny how in times of crisis one tends to quibble over details. "You must have had a good look while Alice was sucking the damn thing," I objected. "I had a good idea what was going to happen next so I deliberately didn't look." "In that case, why didn't you leave?" "I don't think Frank would have let me." "But you didn't even try." "Frank was in a dangerous mood and I was afraid he would take it out on Alice if I did go. Besides, he had already fucked me so I didn't think it was significant whether he did it again or not," my wife explained. "Did he make you cum?" "Colin, you don't need to know that - all that matters is that I didn't want any part of what happened right from the start." "Did he make you cum?" I repeated my question in a more demanding manner. "Yes." The single word affirmative was said in a totally flat voice. "During the first time or the second?" "Both. If you must know he made me cum a load of times altogether." "You enjoyed it," I accused. "I didn't enjoy it," Diane said patiently. "When you and me make love, while we're screwing you know how much trouble you have trying to touch my G-spot. Well his penis is so big that it was pressing or rubbing against my G-spot all the time. I had orgasms just because of that - it was a purely physical reaction to stimulation and I had no control over it at all." Diane closed her eyes and kind of slumped so I took pity and switched of the light, allowing that any further questions would have to wait. We did not make love but snuggled up in each others arms. After a few minutes of lying in silence my wife said with feeling, "I am never going back to that bloody flat ever." You can bring Alice back here - I promise that I won't burst in on you," I suggested helpfully. "I'm going to stop all that as well. If Alice and I hadn't started messing with each other in the first place then none of this would have happened," she said firmly. I think that part of me must have become completely numb. The worst thing that I could imagine had actually happened and yet, as I drifted off to sleep, my dominant emotion was one of disappointment that I would be hearing no more titillating tales of female on female activity. We did not speak again about what had happened because in reality there was nothing more to say. I think that I pretty effectively blocked it from my mind. This was partly from adopting the homily about 'spilt milk' and partly from rationalising that it had effectively been rape not cheating - and no man can blame a woman if it happens to her. During the next two weeks we did have sex but only occasionally and neither of us had any real enthusiasm. Life was kind of flat - I honestly did believe that had the lesbian affair continued, we might have got back to normal fairly easily. It was a Friday evening just as we were settling down to watch TV when the phone rang. "It's Alice - she wants me to go round to see her," Diane told me with her hand over the mouthpiece. I started to shake my head but my wife continued in a brighter voice, "She says that Frank has been arrested and won't be released from the police station until Monday morning at the earliest." That changed everything so I switched to nodding as Diane relayed, "She says we needn't do any of the other stuff but she does need to talk." "Tell her to come round here - I'll go to the pub until closing." Diane passed on my suggestion but then reported, "Alice has a nasty black eye and doesn't want anyone to see her." I watched her drive off in the car with my spirits enjoying a sudden surge. The object of the mission was conversation but I secretly hoped that she would bring back news of sexual activity. For the first two hours I was buoyed up by optimism but then feelings of anxiety started to build in the pit of my stomach. Usually, as mentioned, I went to bed and stayed eagerly awake but I was so tense that I was still downstairs when I heard her key in the door. I ran through to meet her and one glance at her face was enough to tell me that my fears had not been unfounded. "What happened - did Frank turn up again?" Diane shook her head. "He was already there. Alice tricked me - Frank made her do it." "Did he - you know?" "Yes - he's been fucking me almost continuously all night." Despite the news, I had gone to my wife and now I gently led her through to sit down. "Why ever did she do that when she is meant to be your best friend?" I asked. "There was a gap of a few minutes when Frank went to the loo and she told me why then. He threatened that if she didn't ring he would take her to see the black men again only instead of just three there would be six of them. Alice says she was terrified and she also said that she thought I didn't mind Frank doing it to me as much as I pretended." "But she's a woman - surely she knows that orgasms are triggered physically with no connection to emotion," I protested with the disdain for ignorance displayed by those with new knowledge. "Alice said that she based her impression more on things I called out while it was happening but I have no memory of ever saying those words." First Chink That statement rather threw things into a different perspective but I thrust my disloyal thoughts temporarily to the back of my mind and asked if she would like a cup of tea or possibly something stronger. Diane stood up pushing aside my solicitous arm aside and said, "A cup of tea will do fine but don't start it straight away love because I need to go in the shower first." While setting out the two mugs in the kitchen I could not help thinking that for my wife the worst part of the evenings trauma had been telling me about it afterwards. This suspicion seemed to be confirmed when she reappeared after a much briefer shower than before to smile and say far too brightly, "So it looks as if I have lost Alice as a friend for good." I sat brooding silently until were making a move for bed but then could not help mentioning her apparent resilience and telling my wife that she seemed far too cheerful considering what had happened. "Colin," she said, "Sex is sex no matter who it is with. If it's with someone you want it can be a wonderful experience but even if you hate the man, you're not harmed at all and I see no reason to jump under a train because of it." I accepted the fact of Frank having fucked my wife again just as easily as I had the first assault. Possibly I deliberately pushed it into my subconscious, knowing intuitively that if all my thoughts and suspicions were given full play in the front of my mind I could finish up as a jealous twitching wreck. It helped that Diane was suddenly very sexy again; often initiating action outside the bedroom and that was something that had not happened for a year or two. It is funny the way that an eager woman can inspire for I found my previous lethargy had completely disappeared and I got home from work hungry for sex every single night. Perhaps I should belatedly give a bit of background information. Diane earned less than I did but our combined income allowed us to live in a very nice house in a good class neighbourhood. In contrast, in the Alice/Frank household, Alice was the only full time wage earner and in consequence they had a fourth floor flat in a tower block on the outskirts of a run down council estate. They lived just over a mile away from us. Twice a week Frank hung about at auctions and used his truck to deliver on an ad hoc basis, large items that the buyer was unable to get home. As far as anybody knew, this was his only legitimate income. The rest of the time he spent boozing, gambling and no doubt fornicating. It was approaching a month later with the cornucopia of sex just starting to wear off when my wife told me one Wednesday, "I know that Alice isn't my friend anymore but I am worried about her. She has not been into work all this week and she hasn't rung in sick. The store is understanding about illness but on the other hand they are very keen on other absence - she could easily be sacked and I know how much she needs the job. I've been ringing all afternoon but nobody answers. Earlier on I was tempted to go round and check but I daren't." I think that I muttered something appropriate but Diane hadn't finished. "Will you run me round there after dinner please; it will make me feel a lot safer. I've got to go because if something horrible has happened to her I will never forgive myself if I do nothing. I also threatened on their answer phone that I would be calling if she didn't pick it up and talk to me." I did not like the idea but Diane had her mind set on it. As I am a slim 5' 8" and Frank a heavily built six footer, I had no desire for a confrontation with him so I traversed the whole area surrounding their tower block looking for any sign of his truck. By the time that I parked in sight of the fourth floor window without having seen the vehicle, I was a great deal happier. Against my better judgement I allowed my wife to enter the building alone. She was adamant that it had to be done that way, insisting that she was perfectly safe as long as I was waiting outside. The final arrangement was that if Alice let her in she would wave to me from the window and I could then go home until she rang to be picked up. On the other had, if she was not back at the car within ten minutes, I should go looking for her. After five minutes, while I was keeping a wary look out for the dreaded truck, I glanced up at the window to see a small female figure waving. With a flood of relief I started the engine ready to drive off but then I changed my mind. Frank had turned up unexpectedly before and was capable of doing so again so I decided to remain parked to guard against that eventuality. Two and a half boring hours later I did go home. The reasons for this were twofold. In the first place I had run out of cigarettes but more importantly, it had dawned on me that when Diane rang for her lift I would not be at home. So unless she thought to look out of the window again, she would not realise that I was still parked outside. It was 1 a.m. when the phone rang and my wife's voice said, "Come and get me please." Diane was waiting outside the tower block and clambered into the passenger seat the moment that I drew to a halt. She did not speak and I was saving all my questions until we were home. Halfway back she announced, "Alice has finally left Frank" but did not elaborate. Back inside the house, the moment that I saw my wife in good light there were the unmistakable signs of sexual activity and not the gentle contented glow that followed her encounters with Alice. "Alice wasn't there but Frank was and he told me that she's gone for good," Diane said before I had chance to ask. "He was expecting me because of that bloody phone call and the moment that I rang the bell, he whipped the door open and yanked me inside. Then he told me to go to the window and give you whatever sign you were waiting for. I refused but he threatened to wait until you came to investigate, then beat you up and make you watch what he did to me." "Then what happened?" "Colin, you know what happened." "Tell me," I said. "The moment I had finished waving he turned me round, bent me over a small table right by the window and stuck it in me without bothering about my panties. In that position I could still see part of the roof of our car so I knew you hadn't gone. From behind me I knew that Frank could see much better because he laughed and said, "I hope Colin thought to bring his binoculars," - it seemed to amuse him that he was fucking me with you sitting down there waiting." My wife stopped but at my prompting continued reluctantly, "Then we went to the bedroom got undressed and started again - Frank gets ready far quicker than you ever did. From then on there was just more of the same, he can go on forever and never wants to stop. I think he probably does Viagra. At one point when we were taking a bit of a rest, I asked him about his truck and he said he had hidden it so that I wouldn't be frightened off. I also wanted to know how he knew that I would go up to the flat by myself. He told me that it didn't matter because he would have fucked me anyway because you would not have been able to stop him. Then he said ' I actually hoped that Colin would come up because it would have done him good to see how you were with a real man. It might have opened his eyes and let him see the real world.' Frank is a real bastard." Filled with impotent rage I was unable to speak. Instead I reached out to hug her tightly to me and she hugged me back with equally intensity. We remained entwined in each others arms for quite a while before slowly and reluctantly disengaging. I put on the kettle for coffee and sorted out the mugs while Diane hurried up to the bathroom with the obvious intention of taking a shower. She was a long time but I waited until I heard the sound of her hairdryer before making the beverage. During this time I deliberately kept my mind blank as the only way to stop myself turning into a dithering head case. Diane was wearing her nightgown when she came downstairs and for some reason we sat on opposite sides of the kitchen table rather than on the more comfortable furniture in the lounge. For most of the time, as we sipped our warm drinks, neither of us spoke. It was obvious that she was unwilling to elaborate on how she had spent the evening and I asked no questions. I think that I preferred to think that the images in my head were spawned by imagination rather than have them confirmed as fact. Eventually I said, "The only consolation is that it can never happen again. Frank has fooled us twice but now we are wise to his tricks we will be far better prepared to avoid all contact with him in the future." Diane looked up, nodded her head and threw me a wan smile but didn't add anything to the thought. In bed we kissed but then lay apart. My wife fell asleep very quickly and I followed soon after. I think that she was physically exhausted and I was certainly emotionally drained. I awoke to a brand new day, resolved that the past was the past and the future lay ahead. I assumed that she felt the same because over the next six days Frank's name wasn't mentioned and nor was there even an oblique reference to him. The good side was that night after night I was given almost more sex than I could handle. At first it was all exceptionally loving but gradually got more physical until I could sense an element of desperation in Diane's lovemaking. But why should I question that because life was good. The following Wednesday I got home to find a single covered plate on the dining table but no sign of my wife. Peeking under the cover I found a delicious looking salad and was tempted to sit down straight away and tuck in but a more powerful sense of intrigue caused me instead to go in search of Diane. I found her in the bedroom, in front of the dressing table but sitting sideways as she blow-dried her hair. She was wearing the most erotic bra and panty set from her small collection and the sheen on her legs suggested that she had just finished waxing them. She looked delectable. Unseen and unheard, I crept up behind her behind to plant a small kiss on the back of her neck but was unprepared for the reaction this caused. Diane jumped up as if she had been bitten and whirled round to face me with the arm holding the hair dryer protectively across her tits almost as if shielding them from my gaze. Seeing that it was only me did not cause her to relax as much as it should have done. "What's all this in aid of," I asked happily. "I'm going to see Frank," she said quietly. "You're what," I shouted incredulously. "I'm going to see Frank," my wife repeated. "He more or less ordered me to last Wednesday but ever since I have been telling myself that I would do no such thing. Today I admitted to myself that I can't resist. I can now understand why Alice had so much difficulty leaving him, despite the way that he treated her. Colin, I hate the man but I do need his big cock inside me. I've never had a sensation like it. It's not only the size of his cock but what he can do with it. It feels so wonderful that I must experience it one last time." "Have you considered that enjoying it one more time might mean that you've already had your last time with me?" I asked bitterly. "What makes you so sure that I'll still be here when you get back?" Diane shrugged her shoulders helplessly. "I'm not sure at all but I desperately hope you will me. I don't want to lose you but I'm in the grip of some kind of some kind of compunction and I've got to go." "What if I physically prevent you leaving the house? Frank would have no compunction about using force; you told me about that massive black eye that he gave Alice." You're not that kind of man," my wife said confidently, "If you were then I probably would never have married you. I know that you can stop me leaving but I'm begging you not to. I need to get him out of my system so please say I can go." "If you go to him now you will keep on going over and over again." Diane did not deny this. Instead, with a note of pleading, she said, "Please don't try to stop me love because I've got to go." Still in a state of shock I just stood and stared at her. Hanging ready on the back of a chair was a tiny disco dress that had not been worn since we gave up dancing four years ago. Picking this up, she slipped it over her head and then turned quite naturally for me to do up the zip. I complied automatically but then dropped my hands completely at a loss for words. Diane stepped forward and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "It's only sex Colin," she said. "Remember that you are the one that I love - and I will make it up to you, I promise." "OK you can go to him but do you have to dash off straight away? Couldn't we talk a bit first?" I begged, conceding defeat but still hoping to delay the inevitable. "Frank wanted me to go round there at lunchtime straight from work but I said that I had to do something for you to eat first. I also didn't want to be stuck over there without transport," my wife explained, at the same time holding out her hand for the car keys. I meekly handed them over and then she was gone. It is amazing how empty the house felt the moment that she left. For something to do I sat down and ate the salad that my 'loving' wife had prepared but it tasted like sawdust in my mouth. I then progressed to endure a most miserable solitary evening - there have been many since but I think that the first has got to be the worst of the lot. Subsequently I developed coping techniques and a mental outlook but the first time that she went I had nothing to help me. I had come to terms with the fact that Diane had been fucked by Frank without my knowledge but I found it a very different matter to sit conscious of the fact that it was happening at that moment only a few minutes drive away. I also found that I was involuntarily very aroused and initially this left me with a deep feeling of shame. I think that most married men must wonder at some time what they would do if they ever discovered their wife was having an affair. Several times since our wedding I have run the possibilities through my mind and guessed at reactions ranging from righteous indignation to blind rage, with actions falling between tender forgiveness and acrimonious divorce. Despite all that thought, nothing had prepared me for the feeling of total helplessness that enveloped me now that it had actually happened. The base fact was that whatever the cost, I could not deliberately lose Diane from my life and that left me with little option but to endure. Diane arrived back just after 1 a.m. to find me sitting a chair. She walked in as if returning from an innocent night, bent down to kiss me and said, "You shouldn't have waited up - I could have been a lot later you know." "Have you anything to tell me?" I asked, phrasing the question that way lest any direct enquiry about what she had been doing might seem to be from prurient motives. "Actually I have, Frank wanted me to start going to see him on more than just once a week but I refused," my wife told me and then after a slight hesitation added, "But I had to agree that when I do go I will stay with him all night. We will also have to switch the night to Friday's so there is no hassle about me getting to work the next morning." My dismay must have showed on my face for she hastened to say, "Look on the bright side Colin love. You've still got me for six nights out of every week and I promise that you are going to get far more loving in those six nights than you used to get in seven. That became the established routine. Getting home around ten o'clock on Saturday morning and after a quick chat with me, Diane would take a shower, go to bed for a few hours and then rising refreshed, re-assume the role of my wife for another week. We were in bed early Saturday following her first night away when I discovered my six nights did not include unlimited access. I was about to roll on top when she held me off and asked softly, "Are you sure you want to so soon after Frank was there I know I would prefer that you didn't?" It felt as if a bucket of water had been thrown over me but before my erection had completely disappeared she gave a little laugh and said huskily, "Don't take that the wrong way my darling, I still intend to make you very happy. Just lie back, close your eyes and enjoy." Before I had never before adopted such a passive role and that meant that Diane had never had chance to show the sublime pleasure that she should give with mouth. tongue and fingers. In less than twenty-four hours I had experienced hell and pure heaven. My wife fulfilled her promise to give me more sex than I could handle during my six nights but I gradually realised that it was just sex and the element of making love had almost completely disappeared. Her behaviour also changed subtly in that she became somewhat bolder in bed. There were other differences, her vocabulary in particular; one example being that she started saying "my cunt" instead of 'my pussy' or another pet name that we often used. So although the two different parts of her new life were in theory completely separate, I recognised more and more influences carrying over from the time Diane spent with Frank. I think it was the week after Diane returned to me from spending a whole night in the other man's bed for the first time that she volunteered the information, "Frank wanted to fuck my bum last night but it wouldn't go in and I screamed so much that he had to stop trying." I mention this only because after that it gave me the chance to ask, "Anything new?" every time she came home from then on. It also may have some bearing on a development two or maybe three weeks further on. During the time when her cunt was off limits and still needing an active role to balance just lying back and having my cock swallowed whole, I gained sensual pleasure from either fucking her tits or sliding my prick up the crack in her buttocks. . One time, pausing for breath, I found that my cock head was pressed against her very hot and squelchy anus. Although we had always been very adventurous in bed, anal sex had always been taboo but now I found myself trembling with temptation. "Push it in, I want you to - I've wanted you to for a long time," Diane urged wiggling her hips as extra incentive. I did and it was fantastic. Unfortunately I did not last very long but my wife was not dismayed. As my climax approached she murmured, "That is all yours in there - squirt lots and lots of cum to mark your territory." It seems that after Frank, it takes her vagina about twenty-four hours to shrink back to normal size so by Sunday night you cannot really tell something so large has been up there unless looking for specific clues. So for the rest of the time I could have normal sex but I have to say that the combination of anal and having my cock sucked to heaven and back made Saturday my favourite day of the week. Apart from immediately after she got home and sometimes before she left on Friday, we had an unspoken rule that Frank would never be mentioned by either of us. However, during one evening meal in the middle of the week, after appearing to be deep in thought, Diane said quite conversationally, "I never realised but Alice must have a much bigger mouth than I do. She can get Frank's cock in her mouth quite easily and yet I can't seem to manage it no matter how hard I try." Realising what she had said my wife was very embarrassed and rightly so because her words had given me a vivid picture of what she did with her lover and also exposed the sham of the split life we were trying to live. There was another time that she slipped up verbally but, although it was actually more basic, the fact of being said in sexual situation made it far less traumatic. Diane had placed me standing by the side of the bed while she knelt in front with my cock in her mouth. As I was about to ejaculate, she suddenly pulled my prick out and held it about two inches from her mouth but continued to wank me furiously. I desperately tried to hold back until she returned it to her mouth but she guessed my intention and said, "No - I want you to cum all over my face the way that Frank does." I had no choice but to do what she said and I found that it made me feel good. I think that was because it was no longer a pleasure he enjoyed and I didn't. First Chink Some weeks after this, in response to my now habitual query, 'Anything new?', Diane said, "Yes, last night I managed to suck Frank off properly for the first time. I don't quite know how I managed to get his cock in my mouth but I did although I think I might have torn the corner a bit because it feels very sore." Somehow I found myself completely unable to relate to the unmistakable note of triumph in her voice. "You may like to know that Frank is really envious of you," Diane told me one Saturday. "He's always making derogatory comments about you and I always let them go but last night he made a real attack and I just had to defend you. "He was chuntering on about your poncy job and your poncy house and your poncy car and then he said that you were a nothing who had had everything just handed to you on a plate. He finished by saying that he couldn't understand how I had finished up with such a wimp. I could not let him get away with that so I said that you were the nicest man that I had ever known and I pointed out that you had actually worked very hard for everything that we've got. Frank didn't like that at all and of course he immediately turned it round to sex by asking me, "So who's cock do you like having up you the most, mine or your nice perfect husbands?'" "What did you say to that?" I prompted, greatly cheered by what she was telling me." "I told him what he wanted to hear," Diane said simply. My spirits slumped. "Was that the truth - is that what you really think?" "Darling it's not as simple as that. Frank's penis can give me sensations that yours can't but when you are in me I always feel very happy and on balance I think that is far preferable. Can I say this - in twenty years time I want to still be making love with you and I hope that Frank will be long gone by then. One Saturday Diane awoke in far from her usual cheerful mood. To my enquiry 'What's up love', she replied tartly, "We've got to face it Frank the way we live isn't right. How can it be when I love you so much but I'm so addicted to his cock that I'll do almost anything to get it." There was nothing I could say. However, it was from shortly after the above exchange that I began to sense a subtle deterioration, if only because Diane seemed to gain less satisfaction from her double life. Part of this showed when I asked 'Anything new?'. A negative shake of the head was normal but the question began to make my wife assume a guilty look and avoid my eyes, leaving me with the definite impression that she was hiding something. In addition, when enjoying anal sex I got the feeling that it was no longer my exclusive sovereign realm - there was nothing I could put a finger on but I was certain that my gut instinct was correct. I was also pretty certain that Frank hadn't been in there and that made it a bit of a mystery. The thing that I could not bring myself to do was ask. On Friday nights, after my wife had gone to join her lover, I would eat and then ensconce myself in a chair complete with whiskey bottle. I always suffered a constant erection but did not masturbate. I admit that I had tossed myself off when waiting for her to get back from fun and games with Alice but I felt that to do so now would effectively condone the situation. I had hours to kill with an aching heart and an aching prick, and alcohol my only defence. So my routine was to drink steadily until I could no longer feel pain, at which point I would take myself upstairs to bed and hopefully oblivion. One such night, just after midnight when I still had some way to go, I heard my wife's key in the door. With a flush of pure joy I ran to meet her but the smile froze on my face as I saw Frank standing in the hall behind her. Before I could speak he said, "Two things Colin old pal. For a start your wife has very kindly been earning me some beer money by entertaining some black friends of mine so I decided to bring her home early." This news cut through me like a knife but I controlled my emotions and managed to keep my face impassive as I said coldly, "And?" Frank grinned. "I hear you are a real beaver man - so if you enjoy sucking her twat as much as Di says then you are going to just love this cream pie."