13 comments/ 35502 views/ 5 favorites Is This It Ch. 02 By: fawguy88 Chapter 2 – A Shotgun Marriage for Chris New Year to Easter I worked like dog trying to get some cash saved for a new motor. I never heard a word from Debbie during this period, so I assumed that everything was cool. So it came as a surprise that at Easter I had a visit from Debbie. She called me first and said she needed to talk to me, so I invited her over to my place. When she arrived, I could see from her expression that she was not a happy bunny. She came straight to the point and said. "You bastard, you made me pregnant!" "The last I heard was that it takes two to achieve that." I said rather flippantly. That was the worst way to approach the subject and she then laid into me for the next ten minutes. She called me for everything under the sun, until finally she paused to catch her breath. Once she had all that pent up anger vented, we managed to discuss the situation rationally. Abortion was not on the cards. We had been brought up as Catholics and although neither of us was particularly religious, that route was not for us. I was adamant that I would stand by her and support her and the child but she wanted more that that. She just blurted it straight out. "I want us to get married, so at least the child will not be a bastard. I don't love you, but I will honour my marriage vows and be a loyal wife to you in every other way, excepting loving you." I was stunned and at a loss for words. Then I thought of the having to face both sets of parents and I hesitated even more. I looked at her sitting there, watching my every expression, trying to get an insight into my thoughts. I realised then, that the attraction I had for this girl at school was still there and I wanted to do the right thing by her. Ideally, I like to get to know her better, but there was no time available, she was already three months gone. So I said simply. "OK. Let's go tell the folks." She jumped into my arms and we kissed properly for the first time sober. Her mouth was soft, yielding and tasted slightly of peppermint. As we stood there hanging onto one another she started crying and I held her in my arms gently caressing her hair and running my hands down her back. She pressed herself to me and before you could say preggers, we were frantically pulling off our clothes and trying to move to the bed at the same time. We tripped over and landed short of the bed, but such was our passion that we had our first daylight shag there on the floor. I know we both had massive orgasms, she screamed so loud that I feared our neighbours would call the police thinking someone was getting murdered. We made it to the bed for a more leisurely and gentle loving the second time. Afterwards in the post coital moments, the practicalities of what we were about to embark upon came to the fore. Debbie had clearly given this some thought and had a range of ideas about where we should set up home, but not how we were to finance it and strong ideas about her going to work and make use of her education. It was clear she had little idea of life in the real world that I lived in. I was working class and quite happy to continue working at my trade and in any case, I did not have the qualifications to find work paying the kind of money that would be required to support her dreams. She was definitely a cut above my lifestyle and used to having her own car and an allowance from her father to cover her needs. As we discussed the options, I had to bring reality into the equation. What she wanted was all very well but my earnings were not going to support that life style. I told her my weekly wage packet was good enough to meet our living expenses as long as she was careful. My flat would have to do for the moment, as I could not afford anything better in the short term and that we would try and hold onto her car, but that was going to stretch us financially. The touch of realism brought her down to earth with a bump, but to her credit, she said she agreed with my assessment and that she was being a bit starry eyed about the realities of our situation. After showering, we went to face her parents. As you can probably guess, it was not a happy meeting and some sharp words were said. Her mother's name was Irene and she was a formidable lady. I could see where Debbie had got her looks from, but she had a tongue on her that could strip paint and she used it to berate me. I won't bore you with the details, you can probably imagine that for yourselves. Her father Bob, was more practical and asked how I intended to support my new wife and imminent family. I went over the same ground as I had with Debbie and he supported my plans for the immediate future. He did ask if I would consider accepting some support from him and I refused immediately. I think he respected me a bit more after that. I could have taken the easy way out and could see from the expression on Debbie's face that she was furious at my rejection of the offer, but wisely she held her tongue. Next it was Debbie's Gran's turn to be told. We were working our way from the middle class side of town, down to where I and my parents lived. Granny Jean was great, she congratulated us both and wished us all the best. She was a shrewd old lady and asked outright if Debbie was pregnant and when we confirmed it, she just sighed and said. "Well you can have worse ways of starting your lives together, your granddad and me were in the same position as you and it did us no harm." Debbie looked at her, the shocked expression on her face meant no words were necessary. Granny Jean laughed at her and said. "Did you think that you were the first couple to find yourselves in this predicament? We were younger than you when your uncle was born and lived with my mother until your mother came along. We were lucky, it was wartime and your Granddad was in a reserved occupation. There was plenty of work in the yards in those days so we fared better than most. I will tell you this, despite our ill conceived start to our married life, if you'll pardon the pun, I grew to love your granddad and never regretted my decision to wed." "Are you telling me that you didn't know him when you made love to him that resulted in your pregnancy?" Her Grandmother sighed and said. "It was wartime, the Yanks were starting to arrive, I was young, there were plenty of soldiers and sailors around with money to spend on a girl and what with the blackout, well let's just say we had plenty of opportunities to fuck and most of us did. It was just bad luck that time that I got pregnant. Listen lassie, that was the first time with your granddad and it was nothing to do with love, it was just another good night fuck that went wrong. I thought we had taken precautions, but French letters weren't what they are now. We knew as soon as he pulled out that there had been a problem, you understand what I'm telling you? He was a handsome man back then and we started going steady. I was fortunate in way, he stood by me then, just as your young man is standing by you but what if it had been one of the sailors, God knows what I would have done." "So that's my story, and I'm only telling you this as I think you pair need to try and understand that sometimes a lasting relationship can survive despite the worst of starts. I have never ever told anyone else this and I'd appreciate it if you keep it to yourselves. The friends that new or suspected the truth of the matter, have long since passed away and I would like to go to my maker with my self respect intact. I know that sounds strange after my confession, but it's important to me." We assured her that we would keep her confidence and she smiled and asked about our plans for the future and she offered to let us live with her. She had a large home with four bedrooms and said it was far too big for her, but we declined and thanked her again as we left. Next stop, my parents and the contrast could not have been more striking. I started to explain that Debbie and I were getting married and that the reason for the suddenly springing this on them was her pregnancy. My mother took her in her arms and let her into the kitchen, closing the door behind them. Message received, I was not welcome and that this was serious women's talk. My father was more pragmatic about it and said. "Do you love her?" I said. "I don't honestly know Dad, I'm attracted to her, always have been since school, but love I'm not sure." "Well." he said. "One things for sure, your life is going to be different from now on. She's a bit above your league or thinks she is. You will be pushed to match her expectations. Does she love you?" "No." I said. "She has made that very clear, but she is determined that our child will not be born a bastard." We discussed the mechanics of the arrangements for our future and so on. Finally he looked at me and said. "Well there'll be a few men sleeping easier knowing their wives are safe from your advances and I dare say, a few ladies with a pang in their breasts with the news that you'll be off the market soon." I looked at him in surprises and he laughed at me and said. "Did you think that I didn't know all about your life as the local Casanova? I've known all about it for a long time and about the hiding you received for your troubles. Marriage may be the making of you, if you can keep your cock in your pants except when at home." The ladies rejoined us and Debbie looked much more relaxed. I don't know what was discussed but we left my parents house in a more positive frame of mind than when we entered it. Somehow, we seemed to have passed the first hurdle. Things moved rapidly from that point on and within the next five weeks we were duly married. We could not afford a proper honeymoon but we did manage a short break to Oban on Scotland's West coast. It was cold, wet and pretty miserable outside, but as we did not stray far from our room, we never noticed. On returning home life soon established a pattern. Debbie continued her studies at Glasgow, the difference being , she now returned home each evening. I started to work as many hours as were available in an effort to built up sufficient money in advance of the birth. Debbie and I had some problems adjusting to each other. I was used to being on my own and my own boss in respect of my personal life. Suddenly, I had to start considering another and Debbie was not slow in reminding of any shortcomings. I found that my rugby commitments suffered, not the playing side so much as the after match socialising. Before Erin, our eldest was born, Debbie would come along and watch some of the games and occasionally stopped for an after match soft drink. But as her pregnancy developed, she started to skip these events in favour of shopping trips with her mother, Irene. The bottom drawer reserved for the baby things grew at an alarming rate. We bought many of the requirements ourselves, but her mother insisted on buying the cot, the pram and other major accessories. I eventually had to call a halt to this so I put my foot down one evening when they retuned with yet more stuff that we had no immediate room for or need. That went down well! My relationship with her parents had not improved. I still got along better with her father and in a way I felt rather sorry for him. Bob was totally under his wife's thumb and refused to say no to her on any subject. I used to ask him why he did not put his foot down and he just shrugged his shoulders and said. "I don't like arguments and as long as can have my garden to retreat to, I find it easier to let her have her way." Our sex life was OK. Debbie was a sexy lady and enjoyed making love enormously, but as her pregnancy progressed she found her size and the bump to be a turn off. I would spend hours caressing her large breasts and watching her nipples grow from little nubs to about an inch long as they became engorged. She had me shave her down below as she could no longer see enough to do it herself. Now this was a task I enjoyed and it often ended with me using my tongue to bring her to orgasm. Debbie far from objecting to this, would engineer situations where I would find her in an exposed and vulnerable position. Opportunities, I was quick to exploit. Along the way, Debbie gained her degree and I watched proudly as she went up to get her Diploma. Her parents were also in attendance and we had a celebration dinner with them. Irene asked Debbie rather pointedly looking at me. "So what do you intend to do with your degree? It would be criminal to let all the hard work you have done go to waste." Debbie, to be fair responded to her mother's obvious attempt to put me down and said. "Nothing until after the baby is born, then maybe I will start looking for employment. I would like to get into designing the interiors of houses. There's a huge demand for these new build show houses to have contemporary designs, so that's where I will probably start." Irene said. "I know a few people who would like have their homes made over professionally. We were talking at the club the other night that it's a pity one has to bring in people from Glasgow and bemoaning the fact that there was not a good local contact." Then she dropped the bomb, she must have guessed what my reaction would be, but she stuck the knife in anyway. "Your Dad was just talking to Andrew Roberts. He's building those five bed-roomed houses on that new estate over by the Tower and he is hoping to have a Show House ready by Christmas. Maybe there will be an opportunity for you there?" She paused for a second and then said wistfully. "Your Dad and I had such high hopes for you and T, Debbie." Debbie sighed and just said. "So did I, but it wasn't meant to be. I have my husband and baby to think of now and they have all my attention, so thinking of what might have been is wasted effort and I for one have put it behind me. You should do the same!" I was pleased to hear her be so honest and put her mother firmly in her place. I knew Andrew Roberts, the builder. He contracted the company I worked for to undertake the plastering of the first two of the new houses on the Tower Estate. My boss told me that he wanted me to be the foreman on this contract and I was looking forward to the challenge. The down side of this contract was that Big T was the son of Andrew Roberts and the Project Manager representing his father on this development. I told my boss about our past history and he told me not to worry about it. It would be interesting to see how things developed. After all, I did get his girlfriend pregnant, effectively finishing his romance with her in the process. I held no grudges, but I wondered if he did. As the projected date birth grew closer, we attended all of the pre-natal classes together. One night, after I had brought her to a nice soft orgasm, I cuddled up to her and said. "Debbie Bellows, I want you to know that I love you so much." I was disappointed when she relied. "I should hope so, it's a bit late to change your mind!" That set a pattern that was to repeat itself over all years of our marriage. No matter how often or how I approached her and told her I loved her, she never once came right out and said. 'I love you too' or even a spontaneous 'I love you' Erin, our first daughter was born a few days late and our life became chaotic for a while until a routine was established. It was about two months before Debbie felt confident enough to want sex again and our love life resumed. It was a little more structured than before due to the restrictions of a young baby but at least we were making the most of the limited opportunities. In parallel with all this Debbie had started work on her Interior Design business. She started with a project to revamp a bedroom belonging to one of Irene's friends. This first project, did not make her much money, but served to whet her appetite for more. Thanks to my mother and to Irene who undertook some of the babysitting duties, Debbie started to work two days a week on various projects, mainly from contacts of her mother's. The money came in useful as we were now finding our budget getting stretched in unforeseen ways since the birth of Erin. It was about six months after Erin was born that Debbie and I had the chance to go out. We arranged for Erin to stop overnight at my mother's and after dropping her off we went onto the celebration. My side had just won our division in the local league and the whole team and their wives and girlfriends had a celebratory meal at our local curry house. The drink was flowing and Debbie really let her hair down for the first time in ages. There was a karaoke machine in the restaurant and as Debbie was known to be a good singer, she was persuaded to go up and 'give us a song' She was a big hit and flushed with success she may have started drinking a little more than she normally did. As usual when in drink, Debbie was getting pretty randy and was up dancing between the tables. Well, I suppose it could have been dancing, it was certainly a very sexy undulation and her little red mini dress was sliding up her thighs, her breasts were also moving in very interesting ways and she was revelling in the encouragement she was getting from everyone around the table. One of the other girls joined her and they put on quite a show before the owner asked them to be seated. Things were getting a bit rowdy and I decided we had better make our way home. As we walked home with two other couples we were all in a happy frame of mind. Debbie wanted to have a party but the other couples had baby sitters to relieve so it was Debbie and I who found ourselves on out own walking the last mile or so home. On the route home we passed a dark alley between a row of terraced houses. Debbie pulled me into the dark alley and grabbing me round the neck started raining kisses on me. I realised she was ready for anything so I pulled her a little further into the dark and opened her coat. I pulled her close and my hands went under her bum, sliding up the back of her thighs and onto her bum. To my surprise, she was naked to my touch! She must have taken off her panties at some point! I wasted no time in taking full advantage of this and moved quickly to caress her bald pussy and found she was soaking wet. As my hand explored her intimate parts, she opened her legs and wrapped one round my waist. I grabbed her other leg and pulled it up alongside her other one. She locked her legs behind my back and started humping against my erection. God she was so hot for it, I manoeuvred her around so that her back was against the wall and with her hanging onto me tightly and braced against the cold brick wall, I freed my now rampant cock. And slipped it deep inside her soaking cunt. Once I was fully in, she rocked back and forward and urging me to fuck her harder. I felt my balls expand, I wasn't going to last much longer unless I did something and I wanted to see just how far she would let me go, so I eased out and moving out from the wall slightly, I unzipped her dress. Releasing one arm at a time, she helped me pull he r dress down off her shoulders, baring her magnificent breasts. In the little illumination emanating from the single street light covering this part of the alley, I could see her nipples were standing out like organ stops. She leant back from me supporting herself solely by her legs locked around my waist. I could see the lust in her eyes and quickly thrust my self back into her steaming cunt. She had at her first orgasm as I really started to work up a tempo and another as I released my full load into her. She was clinging to me and making little mewing sounds, when I heard footsteps coming our way. I pulled her into my arms and hastily rearranged her coat in an effort to save her modesty. I needn't have bothered, the guy shone a torch straight at us and said. "Nice tits your missus has. If you ever feel like sharing let me know." Is This It Ch. 02 At that, Debbie giggled and released the coat she was trying to cover herself with and said. "Here, have a good eyeful!" She unwrapped her leg and released herself from my support. She stood there, her coat wide open and her dress around her waist. In the torchlight, I could see my cum slipping down her inner thighs. It was only for a moment before she pulled her coat together and told me. "Take me home lover and finish what you've started." We left the poor bastard standing there with his mouth open and prick dangling from his open fly. She giggled and chortled about the incident the rest of the way home where I did indeed finish what I started in that alleyway. To be continued Is This It Ch. 03 Chapter 3 – A second child for Chris & Debbie Two months later and with confirmation that Debbie was once again pregnant! When she told me, it was with some hesitation as if she was scared to tell me. I moved to reassure her quickly and told her it was marvellous news. I asked. "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm fucking sure. It must have been that night in the alley because that was the only time that I didn't have my diaphragm in!" "It was good though, wasn't it?" I asked. She grinned and said. "Yes very, very good. I still get wet just from thinking about that man and just how much he saw." "Now that the damage is done, maybe we should revisit the alley again some night?" I suggested more in hope than anything else. "No, never again! I was drunk that night and you took advantage of me!" I left it at that and we got on with our lives. The prospect of another child meant that we now had to find a bigger house and it was Granny Jean who came to our rescue. She asked us over to tea on a Sunday after we had announced our news to the families. She came straight to the point and said. "I've been to the Doctors and have been told that I need to have some day nursing or consider moving into a home. I can no longer get up these stairs and they're scared I may fall and injure myself. So here's what I propose! Debbie, Chris and Erin all of you, move in with me." Looking directly at me she said. "Hold on before you jump to reject my proposal. This house has two public rooms as well as a bathroom, kitchen and dining room on the ground floor. I will need you to set up one of those public rooms as my bedroom. That will save me having to negotiate the stairs and leave you the whole upper floor to yourselves. In return, I get to stay in my own house for however long I have left, I'm seventy seven now and won't be around too much longer plus I'll have my family around me to watch over me. I was leaving the house to you two anyway, Debbie, your parents will only want to sell it and get their hands on the proceeds. I never intended to leave it to them, it was always destined to be yours." This time, I could not refuse the old lady. She was right about many things in relation to our marriage and I was growing to love her just as much as I did her granddaughter. So I looked a Debbie and she nodded back and we both said. "We'd love to move in with you and we would like to accept your generous offer. So it was that we decided to rent out the flat fully furnished and moved our small family in with Granny Jean. It proved to be beneficial to all parties and over the next few years we settled into a pleasant routine. Liz was born right on schedule and was soon dominating our lives, just as her big sister had. Our sex life suffered a little as the added pleasure and strain of two toddlers demanding attention did sap Debbie's energy. She was still working at her Interior Design business and quietly gaining a good reputation locally. I was still working as a foreman in the same plastering business but had a hankering to branch out on my own. Erin was just five and Liz barely three when the chance came along to buy out my old boss, I jumped at it. At first it was hard going, I struggled to find enough work to keep my four employees busy and had to let two of them go. New house builds had slowed down in our area, so I started concentrating on refurbishment projects and managed to keep our head above water for the next three or four years. By the time Erin was seven and Liz nearly four, my business started to get busy and I was employing three full time plasterers and a couple of guys I used on a casual basis. Money was no longer a major issue, I was making enough to put some away each month and Debbie's business was if anything more profitable if you took the hours worked into the equation. It still bugged me a little that in every other way, Debbie was my loving and cherished wife, but she still never ever told me that she loved me. I dismissed it as just her way as in all other respects she and I were like soul-mates. I no longer had the time to play rugby and missed it more than I thought I would. I started to put on the pounds. Debbie on the other hand was still as beautiful and sexy as ever. Having two kids had rounded her shape a little, but her breasts still stood proud with barely any sag. I started to use the Gym attached to the rugby club and resolved to lose the pounds gained. It was slow work, but gradually they came off. Granny Jean was a godsend and used to baby sit for us when we went out. Debbie was careful not to drink more than a couple of glasses, she also realised the effect it could have on her libido. The one thing we did do every year was to attend the Hogmanay Party at the Rugby Club. It was always good fun and over the years, Debbie had come to enjoy the company. We had a lot of friends from my playing days and we always block booked our table every year. At the bells, Debbie and I would always seek one another out and share a kiss or two to welcome in the New Year. This time was no different from the others, but when I kissed her she thrust her hips at me provocatively. I realised immediately that she was well drunk. I asked her what was with her tonight, this was the first time in years that she had over indulged. She smiled at me and said. "Chris, I've been thinking about that dark alley a lot tonight. Want to try it out?" I could not get her out the door quick enough. As we walked down the street, she said. "Let's not try the alley tonight, I hear that car-park by the playing fields is the place now a days!" It was a cold, clear moonlit night as we went down the track to the playing fields. As we approached the park, I could see several cars parked with their windows steamed up. It seems that somebody else had the same idea as us, but they at least were in a warm car. Jean pulled me towards a shelter used by the coaches when matches were being played, but deserted at two AM. The shelter had a bench seat and did provide a little shelter from the elements. Debbie took off her coat and spread it out on the bench. She looked at me with an impish gleam in her eye and turning around said. "Unzip me, strip me then fuck me hard!" I rushed to comply and soon she was standing stark naked in the chill night air. She made no attempt to cover herself, in fact she started to caress her rigid nipples and stroke herself between her thighs. "Hurry Chris!" She said. "I need that big prick of yours now!" I dropped my trousers and moved to her. She held me round the neck and pulled me down on top of her. She was lying on her coat, her legs astride the bench and I just slipped into her hot moist centre. I started to fuck her slowly, but this was not what she desired. "Fuck me hard, ram that fucking cock into my hot cunt! Make me your slut, make me cum!" she demanded. I did as she ordered and soon she was wailing that she was cumming. I kept on pounding away at her, I felt as though I could go forever, when I felt a hand trying to pull me off her. 'What the fuck' I thought and turned to see this guy standing there with a big prick hanging out of his trousers. "Let me show you how to make the slut scream." He cried. I told him to fuck off and find his own slut, but he persisted on pulling my shoulders and I got off her and thumped him, just once hard. He went down and stayed down, not unconscious but devoid of any desire to mess with me further. I turned back to Debbie. She was rubbing her clit slowly and smiling at me. "Come on Chris, surely you've not finished yet have you?" I resumed fucking the living daylights out of her until she had another orgasm. I still had not cum and ordered her to stand up, turn round so her back was to me and spread them. She did as I asked and bending her over so that she had her hands on the bench, I started on her again from behind. The guy I had flattened must have been feeling brave as he pulled himself up and sat on her coat. He reached out and tugged at her tits until her nipples stood out really hard. He then started to tweak her nipples until she started moaning. He pulled away thinking that she was complaining but she told him. "Don't' you fucking dare stop now! Pull my nipples, make me scream!" she ordered. He immediately set to with a relish and then looking at me, he bent down and took her tit into his mouth and started biting her nipples. She screamed in pain and started to buck back hard against me as she reached another orgasm. I could not hold out any longer and exploded deep within her. As I pulled out of her streaming cunt, the man moved to take my place, but I told him. "That's not going to happen. You can finish yourself by hand if you want, but no more touching!" Debbie straightened up and sat back down on the bench, my cum was streaming out of her pussy and she sat there stroking herself as he wanked openly in front of her. It didn't take long before he erupted all over Debbie's tits and upturned face. He made himself presentable and said as we parted. "She's one hot slut that one. You had better keep your eye on her. Bye the way, I know who you are and where you live, I may like to join you both some time for a party!" I grabbed him by the lapels and pulled him up close. I said to him very softly but with as much menace as I could muster. "If you ever breathe a word of this, I will beat the shit out of you! Do we understand one another, or do I need to demonstrate my intent?" He quickly backed off and promised he wouldn't tell a soul. We would have to wait and see if he kept his word. I helped Debbie dress and we walked home. When we were in bed, she cuddled up to me and asked. "Are you mad at me about tonight?" "No, but I am surprised that you encouraged him. What came into you to make you act like that?" She smiled and said. "That night in the alley realised one of my fantasies and I wanted to see if it would work again and it did, in spades. I have never come so hard as I did tonight. I knew you would not let him do anything to me, so I was safe from him actually raping me." "What if there had been more than one guy there, I could not have fought them all off?" "I was not so drunk as I appeared and I was checking out for any unwanted attention. If I had spotted any other people about, I would have stopped it before it got too far." "Anyway, it is my fertile time just now and I wanted you to get me pregnant again, I know you have always wanted a son, so maybe this time you will be successful, but just in case, let's try again now." With that she pushed me onto my back and mounted my rapidly hardening cock. If she wasn't pregnant before that sessions, she sure would have been after that session. Sure enough, nine months later our son, Bobby came into our lives. Bobby was named after his grandfather and Grandad Bob as he came to be called, doted on his namesake. Old Granny Jean passed away about six months after his birth, but we were both pleased that she lived to see our latest edition. The girls were growing up fast and thankfully they had inherited their mother's looks. It was time to take stock of our lives. Thanks to Granny Jean, who true to her word had left her house to us. She also bequeathed quite a large sum of money to a trust fund set up for our children. Following the birth of Bobby, our sex life deteriorated rapidly. Debbie had had a hard time during the birth and the stresses of three young children did not help. She suffered from Post Natal Depression and among her other symptoms, she just did not want sex anymore. She constantly complained of being tired and she was certainly moody and lost a lot of weight. Her mother was a great help during this period and finally convinced Debbie to seek help. Our Doctor prescribed an antidepressant and this did seem to help, but our sex life was reduced to once a month if I was lucky. I tried to talk to her and encourage her to engage with me, but she just seemed to lack the motivation to even talk about the problem. When we did engage in sex, it seemed to me to more of a mercy fuck, granted just to get me off her case. Financially, we were sound. My business was providing a steady income and I had this idea of moving into the more specialised field of restoration. There was an ongoing demand for this type of work, so I did some research and attended some courses on how to make the moulds using a latex former. The real trick was in getting the right materials to produce replicas of the original plasterwork. A lot of research was required as in some instances there was nothing left of the original plaster decoration and in the case of buildings deemed to be of historic national interest, any restoration had to take into account how the room would have looked when originally built. I found myself fascinated by this and quickly developed the skills to undertake this type of research. An added bonus of this was that due to the very specialist nature of this work, I could almost charge whatever I liked. The type client's who had the money to try and restore old buildings of this nature, did not usually quibble over the costs of what would be the centrepiece of their room. I did not neglect my core business and continued to find sufficient routine jobs to keep that side of the business ticking over. Debbie's design business had moved forward. She seemed to be putting most of her energy into making a success of it and one result of this was that she was now having to travel further a field as her reputation in terms of designing successful show homes brought her enquires from all over central Scotland. She also had an exclusive contract with Andrew Roberts though he was now semi retired leaving much of the business to his son, Big T, Debbie's old boyfriend. I had no problem with her working with him, in fact my own company regularly did contracting work for him and he had never once overstepped the mark in our business dealings. Besides that, I trusted Debbie totally and she had never given me any reason to doubt her during our marriage. She may never have come right out and told me that she loved me, but in so many other ways, she demonstrated that she cared deeply. She quickly regained her figure after Bobby's birth, though a critical eye may have noticed a slight thickening here and here. I didn't bother me in the slightest, I was still totally devoted to her and told her so many, many times. Her parents, Irene and Bob had mellowed somewhat over the years, but Irene and I never would be friends. She still tried to belittle me at every opportunity, but I felt I could handle her. Life went on and the next four years passed quickly. Debbie and I were more settled and our love life was a once a month treat. The passion of our younger days was now extinct, our love making was slower, deeper and I hoped more fulfilling, even if it was not as regular as I would have liked. Debbie never again drank alcohol, I think maybe the events that led to Bobby's conception scared her and we never again indulged in any outdoor sexual experiments. I have to be honest here and admit that I was finding the lack of sexual contact very difficult. I always had a high sex drive and the limited rations I was getting from Debbie was a severe trial. This was driven home to me one day, when I was at a site estimating the work required to restore the Entrance Hall, Reception and Dining Rooms to their former glory. My host was a very attractive forty something married woman and she made obvious that she was available and ready. To my shame, I took her up on her offer and we had a glorious session that relieved much of my needs. I fucked her twice that afternoon and twice the following morning when I went back with the quote. I thought Debbie was sure to see the guilt on my face when I went home, but if she noticed she ignored it. This set a bit of a pattern over the next couple of years and I regularly broke my wedding vows with a few women. I was careful though, I never went with anyone local as I had learned my lessons the hard way. Erin was twelve going on sixteen and young Bobby just over five when our normal Hogmanay celebration at the Rugby Club was cancelled. There was fire in the bar area that meant we were left seeking a different venue for our celebrations. Irene and Bob insisted that they wanted Debbie and me as their guests at the New Year's Celebration at the Golf Club. This was a 'black tie' affair and the tickets included Dinner, dance and karaoke. I for one was reluctant to attend as the requirement for formal attire meant I would need to buy or rent the necessary attire. Being a Scot, formal dress was usually the kilt and full regalia, but it was not mandatory. Debbie was all for the Golf Club and used her feminine wiles to persuade me to accept. I tried raising objections about the 'black tie' but she easily countered those telling me that there were plenty of hire shops around and anyway she really fancied seeing me in a kilt! In the end, I failed to come up with any reason other than I didn't like the Golf Club as a venue. I tried to explain my reservations that I would be out of my comfort zone consorting with people who clearly did not respect my working class background, but to no avail. It was decided we would attend. I did not realise it then or I would have put my foot down a refused to attend, but attend we did and this decision brought our marital difficulties to a head. I decided that if I was to do this, then I would do it properly. Instead of hiring a kilt, I decided to purchase one bearing my clan tartan. In any case, I would be able to use it again when attending other functions. I was increasingly be asked to 'Gentlemen's Evenings' mainly supporting local charities as I was now seen in some quarters as a successful businessman. Debbie was also being increasingly invited to formal dinners as a consequence of her growing business success, so the expenditure was justified. Hogmanay arrived and as I waited for Debbie to finish dressing, I spent the time chatting with our baby sitters. Erin was too young to make responsible for her siblings so we asked Andy and Sarah if they would baby-sit for us. They were only to happy to oblige as with the Rugby Club event cancelled they were at a loose end. Debbie came down the stairs and Andy let out a wolf whistle in appreciation. Debbie had on a little short, black mini dress that emphasised her assets and she knew it. She was quite simply, stunning. I was stunned, I knew my wife was a beautiful sexy woman, but this was the first time in ages that she had made an all out effort to impress. I wondered fleetingly who she was out to impress, but suppressed the notion that she was trying to impress someone else just as quickly and concluded that maybe she was just doing it to please me! Bob and Irene picked us up to save either of us having to drive. I wondered a bit about that as Debbie rarely drank nowadays and she usually handled the return journeys when we had been out celebrating. We arrived at the club a little early and mingled with the other arrivals. I was a like a fish out of water, I didn't play golf and I didn't mix in their circles, so I felt totally isolated. It was no surprise that Big T and his parents were in attendance and T did spend a little time chatting to me. He was about the only one who went out of his way to make me feel welcome and I was grateful to him. Soon we were called to dinner and we were sitting at the same table as Andrew Roberts and his family. In all there were eight of us round the table and I found myself seated between Irene and Margaret Roberts, Andrew's wife. She chatted away quite a lot, but I hardly spoke a word to Irene. Debbie was seated next to T and his dad, but I noticed that it was T who monopolised her attention. Is This It Ch. 03 When the meal was over we adjourned to the lounge while the room was cleared for the rest of the evening's entertainment. I found myself cornered by Irene, who seemed intent in keeping me distracted by talking about Erin, Liz and Bobby. I had a few drinks by this time and was feeling fairly mellow when I realised that I had not seen Debbie for some time. I checked my watch and realised that it was almost time for the bells at midnight. I searched for Debbie and at first could not locate her. I excused my self from Irene and made my way to the Gents. On the way I passed an open doorway and noticed a few guys standing laughing. I was able to look over their heads and found Debbie. She was leaning against the snooker table, drink in hand and obviously enjoying the attentions from T. He had his arm around her and gently caressing her right breast while at he same time whispering something in her ear. I was about to butt in and put a stop to his ambitions, when someone shouted that the countdown to New Year had started and we had all better get back into the main hall. I reversed course and waited by the bar for Debbie to join me for to wish me a Happy New Year. I waited in vain, she did not join me, but I saw her on the floor with her arms around T and they were kissing. He was practically finger fucking her through her short dress and I felt my temper soar. I pushed my way across the floor and pulled him off her. Before he could react, I punched him, just the once and he collapsed onto the floor blood streaming from his face. Debbie practically fell on top of him as other arms grabbed me and proceeded to march me off the premises. I was forcibly restrained and frogmarched to the door and just prior to being ejected, one of the faces pulled me close to him and said. "Now you're receiving your just desserts you bastard. How many of those women in there have you fucked in the past and I'm glad you are finally getting a taste of what it feels like! Your wife is nothing but a tramp and T had been fucking her for months. I hope to be next in line when he tires of her!" I struggled to get free, I wanted to take them all on but there were too many and I found myself in the car-park alone. I started to walk the four or five miles home, I thought about what I had just heard. Could it be true? Was Debbie cheating on me? I did not know but I resolved I would find out the truth of it. To be continued Is This It Ch. 04 Chapter 4 – Things come to a head I arrived home and relieved Andy and Sarah from their bay-sitting duties. Andy could see form my expression that something had happened and I told them what had transpired that evening. Sarah said. "I just don't believe it! Debbie would never cheat on you, I know she and T were an item, but that was fifteen years ago." "Thirteen." I corrected her. "It was thirteen years ago tonight that we got together the first time." At that point a car drew up outside and I heard the doors slamming. The front door opened and in stormed Debbie, with Irene and Bob in tow. Andy and Sarah took the opportunity and beat a hasty retreat leaving me to face the music. Debbie was clearly upset and shouted at me. "Just what do you think you were playing at tonight. T is one of my major customers and you may have broken his nose?" Before I could say anything, Irene then pitched in her pennyworth. "You are a disgrace! I have never seen behaviour like it. You were like an animal tonight, you ruined the entire evening and just look at Debbie's new dress, it's covered in blood!" This time I lost it completely, I let her have it, both barrels. "Irene, you have schemed and plotted to engineer this tonight. From your perspective it could not have worked out better, could it? You have set out from the start of our marriage to split us up. Tonight you surpassed yourself, you managed to get Debbie together with that moron T. You deliberately separated Debbie and me at the dinner, making sure she was seated next to T and finally you kept me distracted for nearly an hour whilst your darling daughter was canoodling with him and his pals in the Snooker Room. You disgust me!" She stood there speechless for the moment, so I turned to Debbie. "And as for you my sweet wife, what did you do tonight? Apart from allowing him to openly play with your tits in full view of his mates in the Snooker Room, then compounded that by allowing him to kiss you at the bells and openly finger fuck you on the dance floor, I'll tell you what you did, you totally fucking ignored me all evening. You looked absolutely drop dead gorgeous tonight, I thought at first that you were doing it for me, but events have proved that to be as big a sham as our marriage!" I paused for breath and Debbie to the opportunity to wail. "But I was drunk! You know what I'm like when I drink too much." "And so do you Debbie, that's what makes it so much more painful. You deliberately set out tonight with that in mind. So you can go to your lover and your welcome to him. I will be out of your hair first thing in the morning!" "Lover? What do you mean lover? You have no proof that I have cheated on you and anyway, who are you to preach to me about lovers?" She reached into her bag and threw a letter on the table. "I opened this by mistake! It is addressed to you, you had better read it!" I quickly scanned the letter. It was from our local NHS GUM clinic advising me that, I had been named as a contact by a Mrs Pauline Weir. It also said that it was possible that I had a STI. I was confused, what the fuck was going on here? I didn't know any Mrs Weir and though I was no angel, I had never had unprotected sex with anyone other than Debbie. I admit that I had strayed occasionally since our youngest was born, but I always used a condom. Debbie said. "I had hoped we could discuss this in private, but I went and had myself checked last week. And you...., you fucking bastard, I tested positive for chlamydia. You must have infected me you, you...........!" Her parents stood there open mouthed at this latest development. I checked the date on the letter, it was almost two months old. I shouted back at her. "Why have you waited two fucking months to tell me about this?" She had the good grace to blush deeply at this question, clearly she had no answer she wanted to share with me, so I continued. "If you have an infection as you claim, you didn't catch it from me, of that I can assure you. I will get myself tested just in case you have infected me, but I doubt it, it's been so long since we last had sex!" Again, no response from Debbie and I noticed that she refused to look me in the eye, she was hiding something so I continued to go on the offensive. "And what did you expect to happen tonight when you deliberately avoided me and proceeded to drink too much? Just what do you think was going to happen? That I would meekly stand back while he openly made a cuckold of me? Since we first got together, we have never missed bringing in the New Year together. Tonight was the first time in thirteen years that we didn't celebrate it together, so don't tell me you did not realise exactly what you were doing." Irene started to speak again, but go no further than the first breath, when Bob for the first time since I have known him spoke to her sharply and said. "Irene, just shut the fuck up! Chris is quite right, you have tried to undermine their marriage from the start and tonight's performance was disgraceful even by your machiavellian standards. I have always given into you in the past, but tonight you have gone to far. I find it incomprehensible that you are willing to go to such extremes to destroy you daughter's marriage! Now just hold your viperous tongue for once in your life and go and sit in the car, I will be out shortly to take you home!" Irene was so stunned by this outburst, that she meekly did as he ordered. He then turned his attention to his daughter, who throughout his exchange with her mother had stood there open mouthed. I guess she had never seen this side to him before either. "And as you Debbie, I have loved you since you were my little baby girl and I never thought I would ever be ashamed of anything you did, but tonight you behaved like a slut! Tonight, I was embarrassed and ashamed to be your father! Your behaviour was beyond the pale and Chris is right, you and that prick T deserve one another! For what it's worth, I believe Chris when he says that he is not responsible for your infection and after your performance tonight you have done nothing to assure me that you are entirely innocent!" With that he turned and left. Debbie was sitting on the settee crying softly and went up the stairs and started packing. I called a taxi and by the time I had packed my case, it had arrived. Debbie met me at the foot of the stairs and appealed to me not to leave her. "What will I tell the kids?" she wailed. "Tell them the truth. See if they believe you!" I stopped at the door and said. "I will drop by tomorrow and talk to the kids and collect the rest of my stuff." I left and then wondered where I was going. It was three AM for Christ's sake. Would I be able to find a hotel at this time of night? Certainly not locally. Our town only had the one hotel. In any case if I wanted to broadcast to the whole town that Debbie and I had separated, that would be the easiest way to announce it. Then I had a brainwave, my flat! It was empty at the moment and ready for the next let. I could simply pull it off the market and use it myself until such time as Debbie and I had finalised our futures. The keys were in my office at work, so I got the taxi to drop me there and picked them up. From there it was a short walk to my old flat. I let myself in and the memories came flooding back. We had been happy here, I thought and had to force myself to push those memories away. I had to see about fresh bed linen before I could get to bed, so I quickly rooted out the fresh linen and made up the bed. I thought sleep would be hard to come by, but I dropped into an immediate deep sleep. I awoke with nightmare scenarios going through my head. Debbie featured in them all as I appeared like a spectator watching as she fucked her way through every man I had ever known. It was time to go home! Was it home any more I wondered as I walked the few miles back. As I entered the house, the kids came over to me and gave me a hug. They had been crying that much was obvious, but they had no questions to put to me just then for which I was very grateful. I went and found Debbie in our bedroom, she also had been crying and she tried to grab me. I held her at arms length and proceeded to collect the rest of my essential together. In my haste earlier, I have neglected to pack any shaving gear or toiletries. Debbie asked if we could sit down for a minute and talk about last night. I sat and she started. "Firstly, I want to apologise to you regarding my behaviour last night. It was unforgivable of me to neglect you like that. You were right, I did dress up for him last night. We have been lovers for about three months now and I wanted to get my revenge on you for your affairs! Oh yes, I had suspected you for some time, but T finally showed me the proof a few months ago. The letter from the clinic was the final straw, I don't know why, but I wanted you to be jealous and realise that I was something worth having. Lately, we have not been as connected as in the past and he made it obvious that he desired me, so I let him seduce me." "What about love?" I asked her. "Do you love me at all?" I saw her hesitate and weigh up how to answer me. I did not give her the time and just said. "Your hesitation tells me everything. You told me from the very start that you did not love me, I doubt that you have ever loved me and it's always been him, hasn't it? Well I hope you will be very happy together, but I only ask this. Do not allow him to stop overnight in this house when my children are here. I will be seeking a larger apartment big enough to house them when it's my turn to have them." She didn't deny it and as I turned to leave, she held my arm and said. "We did have some good times though, didn't we?" "I suppose that it's all relative. Yes we had some good times but you have always held out a torch for him. I don't know what changed recently to cause this reaction, but all I ever tried to do was love you, but you have never really given me a chance over the last few years, have you? All he had to do was crook his little finger and you were like a bitch in heat. I have lived with you for thirteen years and I honestly thought that you had grown to love and respect me just a little, but that's not enough for me any more. If you cannot give me your undivided love, then it's best we part." And that's how we parted and I moved back into my little apartment. I went to the GUM Clinic and asked to see the person responsible for the letter. At first they were reluctant to tell me who had sent the letter or the name of the person who implicated me. Eventually, I got to see the boss man and he was very apologetic about the whole matter. It seems that my name was added to the list of contacts by mistake, yeah some mistake, I thought. It may have cost me my marriage and I told him so! I had more questions as to how they had my name in the first place since I had never attended the clinic before, but he was equally at a loss as to how to explain it. He promised that he would launch a full investigation about it and would inform me of the outcome. I wasn't going to hold my breathe on that one. I had myself tested, just in case and a few days later received the all clear. I did not bother to contact Debbie when I got my results, I didn't see any point, after all she had made her choice and it wasn't me she wanted! A few weeks later, I had second thoughts and I tried to phone her but failed to get through. Her mobile was going straight to voicemail, but I was damned if I was going to tell her any other way than face to face. I wanted to see her reaction when and if I confronted her! For the next month, I made a point of stopping by to collect the kids and take them out for the day. It was frustrating as hell to see their sad faces as we parted. Debbie never came to the door and on the odd occasion I did see her, she never mentioned what she was doing and I never asked. I decided to drop in on one of the Robert's sites where I had a crew working. Andy was my foreman on this job and he looked surprised when I turned up without warning. He pulled me aside and said. "Chris, I have something to tell you and you won't like it." He led me to a window and pointed to where Debbie's car was parked outside of the new show homes. He said. "She's in there with T and has been for about 30 minutes. You should be aware that they were at it for about an hour yesterday as well. They were making no attempt to hide it, he was shagging her right next to the window and there was a gang of brickie's watching and cheering them on. It didn't seem to bother her none." I thanked him and stalked across, I could see some men standing looking in through a window of the show house but they quickly dispersed at my approach. I just barged straight in and found her on her knees sucking his erection as if trying to swallow it whole. She had never done that for me and that made my anger grow. He looked up as I approached with a smirk on his face. She looked up and saw me advancing towards them and tried to pull off him, but he held onto her head forcing her to continue. I just said. "Don't let me stop your enjoyment, but I would appreciate a few moments with my wife when you're done!" He just smirked some more and said. "When I'm finished, it shouldn't be long she's the best cock sucker I've ever had. She sure knows how to suck cock." I turned and waited in the hall and I could hear her struggling to get off him and finally I heard the sound of a hard slap and her cry out. I stormed back in, she was lying with her blouse torn open exposing her breasts and a rapidly reddening welt on the side of her face. That's when I lost it and punched him hard in the belly as he was trying to zip himself up. I followed up with a knee to his face, breaking his nose yet again. "You are a stupid fuck aren't you? You'll never learn will you, you can fuck her all you want, I no longer care, but never ever hit her again or I will really do you some damage. She's still my wife for the present and I have a duty to protect her." I threw a copy of the report regarding my STI at her and said. "You can read this at your leisure, but it confirms that it was not me that infected you. You need to look more closely at your lover or is it lovers plural yet. He or one of your other admirers must have done the nasty, because it surely was not me! See you in court, I will be seeking full custody of the children and after what I have just witnessed, I don't think it will be an issue. As you can see, there are plenty of witnesses as to your behaviour." She looked up at the window for the first time and I watched as she turned red with embarrassment. There were about six guys standing watching the events. I think they must have been expecting me to kill their boss. She started to belatedly button her blouse together and I simply spat in her upturned face and departed the scene. Outside I collared a couple of the guys I had seen using mobile phones to record the incident and took them from them. I told them I would leave them at the security gate before they finished their shift today. I took their phones back to my office and downloaded the images before deleting them. I also found some more explicit pictures from the previous day and copied them also before deleting the lot. The last thing I wanted was those images being splattered all over Facebook or the Internet. I owed my children that much. To be continued Is This It Ch. 05 Chapter 5 – Can Chris and Debbie get it together again? The weeks moved on, I started divorce proceedings and tried my best to see my children as often as possible. Debbie did not try to prevent this and for that I was grateful. Despite my assertion that I wanted custody, my solicitor advised that I would be very unlikely to succeed even with the evidence I had to hand. Debbie tried many times to arrange a meeting with me. She said she wanted to try and explain things but I refused to discuss it with her. Easter was approaching and my parents persuaded me to attend the Easter Party at the Rugby Club. I went with them and we were sitting at a table near the stage with together with Andy and Sarah. They had been good friends during my separation, Sarah in particular was very supportive even if she refused to take sides. After all she was a long standing pal of Debbie since before our marriage. I went for a pee break and came back in time to see Irene, Bob and Debbie come in the door rather nervously, looking every which way as if sensing an ambush. Instead it was me who had been ambushed. I got up to leave, anger coursing through my veins. My dad took my arm and said. "It's time you pair stopped this nonsense and cleared the air. Your mother and I set this up so don't go accusing anyone else. Before this divorce thing goes any further, at least try and talk first. If you still want a divorce after you have both had your say, then you'll have our support. But just think of your kids when you are talking and leave the selfish betrayal feelings to one side for a moment." Irene for once was very quiet and at one point actually came over to me and apologised for her part in the bust up. She told me Debbie was heartbroken at the thought of divorce and wanted to try and explain her actions to me. Debbie just sat there waiting for me to say something, anything. Andy, bless him tried to get the conversation started by asking open questions of Debbie in a vain attempt to draw her into speaking. She sat there, her head down and looking at me from under her eyelashes. She was clearly very nervous and may have been hoping I would start the ball rolling. I was not of a mind to show her any sympathy, but by God she looked so beautiful. I could see she had lost weight, too much to my mind. She suddenly stood up and made a bolt for the Ladies. My mum went to follow her, but Sarah, said. "No! Leave her to me, I think I know how to draw her out." A few minutes later Sarah returned alone and then I heard the opening bars of a familiar song. Then in a faltering voice to start with I heard 'If I should stay, I will only be in your way' I immediately recognised the song and then the singer. 'I will always love you' was one of my favourite ballads and as she got more into it, Debbie's voice gained in confidence. I turned to watch her as she performed the song. I had never heard her sing this song before and when she got to the line, 'I .. I....I will always love you' she was staring right at me. My heart lurched and I knew then that I still loved her and probably always would. When she finished there was a stunned silence for several seconds and then everyone began to clap and cheer. She stood on the small stage with her eyes filling with tears. When the hubbub died down she said. "That song is one of my husband's favourites and tonight, I sung it especially for him!" Andy kicked me under the table and nodded at me to go and get her. I realised then that I would have to take the next step if there was to be any hope for us, so I walked quickly across the floor and held out my hand to her. She smiled through her tears and grabbed my arm for support as we returned to our table. Her father kissed her cheek and made room for her beside him, but she shook her head and asked me to take her home. We said our goodnights and departed. When we got home we sat and talked about what happened to us. She admitted that she had only started having sex with T and only him, after he had provided proof of my infidelity. I asked her what proof he had shown her and she said he had photographs of me with several women, all together in the same bed. I told her that they must be faked as I never been in that type of situation in my life. I confessed that I had been unfaithful, more than a few times since Bobby was born, but emphasised that I had always used protection. I apologised for my actions and thought about trying to mitigate my actions by blaming her but wisely realised that this was not the way to reconciliation, so I kept silent. She must have sensed what I was thinking when she said. "You don't have to say it. I know I was a right bitch after Bobby was born. You were very patient with me, but I could not find it in me to give you the love you deserved. I need to get this off my chest and confess, I was attracted to T. He had been very attentive to me during this period, always buying me flowers, flowers that I dared not bring home in case you started to question where they had come from. I think I was attracted more to the memory of what might have been and the love we once shared before Erin was conceived. Eventually, when he showed me the photographs, well I have no excuse, I let him seduce me. She kept saying sorry for her behaviour New Year's Eve, she had no excuses to offer other than she was drunk, angry with me, tempted and she just let events happen. She said she had suspected that I had had little dalliances with other women and had decided early on that it was better to keep silent rather than face the alternative of divorce. I asked her how T had set her up for his seduction. She said. "It was about a week after he had shown me the photographs of you and the sluts. T had just completed the one hundred house sales since taking over from his father and he hosted a small party in the latest show house to celebrate. The architects, and all the prime contractors had been there and naturally I was there as well." I remembered the evening well, she had come home pretty late that night and had gone straight to bed, pleading a headache. She had told me about the event, so I just assumed she had had a rough day. Debbie tried to explain how, T had been a generous host and she never realised that he had been continually topping up her drink whenever she had put it down. At some point she found herself isolated from the rest of the party in the office. She was trying to find a design that she was intending to use in the next development, when T entered and came up behind her and started kissing her neck and caressing her breasts through her dress. She told me that she tried to resist but the temptation coupled with the effects of the alcohol and anger at me, she had put up little or no resistance to his advances. He got her backed onto the desk and pulled up her dress and was soon stroking her sex through her filmy thong. She could still hear the rest of the party continuing and the idea that someone could simply walk in on them excited her. She let him fuck her and he had had to put his hand over her mouth to silence her moans. This only served to excite her more, it was as if she was being taken against her will and that served to make her orgasms even more intense. T came in her quite quickly and after zipping himself up, ordered her to wait there while he got rid of his guests. It took him about half and hour to usher them all out and while she was waiting Debbie had stripped off all her clothes in anticipation of his return. She said she had never once considered pulling herself together and taking the opportunity to leave with the others. She was still slightly drunk and he was her first love and he would be the first one she had been with since we had gotten together. She was determined to show her old lover what he had been missing. In any case, I had had my affairs and she finally had the opportunity to renew her acquaintance with her first love. She said T's eyes almost popped out of his head when he returned to find her lying stark naked on the desk. He wasted no time in stripping off himself and had fucked her pussy first and them told her to get up and stand with her hands on the desk. In this position he had exposed her bottom and he used her flowing juices to lubricate her back passage. She knew what was coming and braced herself as he pushed his engorged member slowly up her anus. As he picked up the pace she started to orgasm repeatedly, screaming her head off as she urged him to fuck her harder. He pulled her hair causing her head to lift. She was pointed straight at the patio doors and she saw a man peering through the slatted blinds watching them as they fucked. This caused her to simply explode and she said that she must have passed out for a few seconds. She came to still lying face down on the desk. She quickly looked to see if the man was still there, but he was gone. T had started dressing, but stopped when he saw she was aware once more. He lifted her up and started kissing her again. His prick was still hard and he wanted her again, but she had realised that it was getting late and told him she had to get home. He helped her find her clothes and get dressed, promising her that they would talk tomorrow. Debbie was crying again now as she related these events and I found I was crying too. I had caused this woman that I loved so much pain. We must have talked most of the night and dawn found us still trying to come to terms with everything that had happened since that fateful New Years Eve. We slipped upstairs and into bed and I held her in my arms again until we fell asleep together. We did not make love, we were too emotionally drained for that. I awoke to the sounds of the kids banging about in the kitchen so I got up and went down to make breakfast to find they kids had beaten me to it. Erin, ever the gang leader had prepared breakfast in bed for us both and was just about to bring it up on a tray. I stopped her and took it from her. She had tears in her eyes as she asked. "Are you coming home to live with us and Mum again?" I looked at their expectant faces and realised that my Dad was right, Debbie and I still had some issues to resolve, but our children were the most important things to us both too. I just looked at them and said. "Yes, I will be home from now on." As I turned to take the tray up the stairs, I looked up to see Debbie smiling at me with her tears running down her face and I handed the tray back to Erin and turned to catch her as she leapt into my arms.