4 comments/ 34563 views/ 2 favorites Ending Remorseful Nights By: Egmont Grigor CHAPTER 1 Glancing out the kitchen window Annie Williams shrieked "You Big Idiot" and raced out yelling at Tony. "What's wrong now?" "You're piled those lawn clippings on to my spring bulbs that are just emerging." "Aw lay off. It will only delay their emergence having to push through rotting grass and they'll be all the better for it." "No they won't. I want them emerging naturally as nature intended and wish to pick the flowers early." "Why." "Because I do that's why." Annie now had hands on hips and Tony, receding hairline caught in a frown, knew what that meant. Muttering he trudged off for the barrow and leaf rake and worked under supervision until the job was done. "Okay?" Annie, in one of those dresses Tony believed were way too short and too low, inspected the end of the plot, head cocked like a bird prospecting for worms. "I suppose so." Tony grunted knowing that meant he'd done a good patch up job. "Come in and wash up while I pour you a beer. The lawns look great." "Christ a compliment," he muttered, loud enough for Annie to hear. That night Annie lay awake staring at the ceiling. She didn't enter the same old spin, but knew she would eventually. She thought about the two girls and their marriages and both were still without babies, Janice needed her but Robyn retained her aloofness she'd developed in her late teens and made it quite clear any offer of assistance was viewed as interference. She thought about what was in the biscuit and cake tins and when would the winter clearance sales start, that they hadn't received much mail lately, real mail that is, and she'd luckily saved her best spring bulbs from being smothered. Then she fell into the familiar rut, her mind spinning into the old niggled that if she'd stayed in England and married a more suitable man she would have enjoyed a much more fulfilling life. * * * Annie had grown up in a small village outside Derby in East Midlands, England, 2½ hour's plus drive from London. Her father was a bricklayer contractor and his small business supported his non-working wife, a former schoolteacher, and six children, Annie being the oldest. Annie completed an education degree in early childhood development and just before graduation met a young engineer Anthony Williams. Until meeting Tony Annie had been rather prim. Big Tony as his friends called him was big into sex and was soon screwing Annie and practically making her eyes pop. She loved it, adored Tony and they were so happy until one day he was called into the operations manager's office and given the opportunity to join a team to go to New South Wales, Australia. The company had won a contract to build a coal-fired power station out from Sydney. It was a defining moment for Annie when told that if they married the company would pay for both of them to go to Australia. The choice was the promise of sex and an exciting new life or a future around Derby where possibly she could build a career and find a solid or stolid husband her parents would adore. Her parents didn't like Tony, unable to accept him pounding their daughter within earshot. Annie chose sex, er, Tony. The wedding was rushed and they departed from England, Annie unaware she was already pregnant with Robyn. The contract was completed ahead of time and Tony received a job offer that he and Annie knew they couldn't refuse. Because of his skills Tony's new employer was able to get Tony and Annie on the rapid route to attaining Australian citizenship. Robyn came along and before Annie knew it she knew more people in Australia than she did in England and in time she found her two children considered themselves Australians and considered themselves different from the children of new emigrant families arriving from the UK. The problem was, whenever anything went wrong for Annie, her mind twisted her to think how much better off she would have been had she stayed in England. Tears seeped. Annie thought sex, the one big thing between Tony and her, was now more often than not on the backburner, although with adult children one should have expected that. Too often for comfort Tony wanted it and she didn't and she'd feel the urged and he'd radiate a lack of interest. Annie eventually began to think of having an affair to find out if another man could fire her and her interest in sex. For fuck sake, she thought, she was only fifty-one, three years younger than Tony. Woman of that stage should still be getting off every night – and enjoying it. Tony was now supervising the work of other engineers, assessing their output and reinforcing their thinking. God, how boring and little wonder his one big break-out of the day was to throw lawn clippings over an apparent bared patch of garden to mulch it. Oh god she'd denied him that release, thought Annie. What had happened to them? Why was their marriage withering? An affair, that's what she'd have thought Annie, although not committing to make it happen. On that positive note she fell asleep. * * * Dark-haired Annie with her arresting green eyes now worked as a receptionist in an early childhood support center. She had no desire to attend a six-month refresher course that would allow her, if completing with high grading, to seek registration and become a higher paid consultant. Actually, because of her training she's been observed filtering incoming calls with considerable expertise, turning away the over-reacting mothers and callers more interested in reclaiming their children's interest in them rather than wanting their children to fly, thereby reducing the workload of the office with uncommitted clients. So her salary was boosted considerably, giving Annie even less reason to upgrade her qualifications. An advertising agency shared the building with the childhood support center and although agency personal tended to be young hotshots, Annie noticed a graying guy from the agency often staring at her in the shared café. Exasperated at being mentally undressed with no emotional exchange, Annie fired up one day and marched over and said to the guy, "Well?" People at his table stopped talking in surprise, as if expecting fireworks. "Er," he said. "I thought so," Annie stormed. She turned and was walking off when he yelled, "Stop!" Conversations throughout the café stopped and people looked and saw Annie looking back at the chief executive of the Emotion in Advertising Agency, now on his feet and declaring he had an apology to make. "And what is that?" quavered the well-dressed mature woman from childhood support than everyone from both companies knew as Annie. "I have been staring at you for some weeks, staring excessively." "Oh god, what is this," screamed a young woman in advertising. "High Noon over unrequited passion?" The tension in the café deepened. Even the women and guys serving meals had stopped working and were watching, hoping for drama. "You are free to stare at my face, my breasts, to mentally undress me. But to do so without speaking to me is insulting, arrogant and humiliating." In an unexpected outcome the more than fifty women in the café screamed words like 'Bravo', 'Good for you Annie', 'Fucking male assholes'. All eyes were now on Mick Savage, an advertising guru whose reputation was in slow descent. "I apologize Annie. Perhaps we should have dinner?" "I'm married." "So and I." The roomed hushed apart from one guy calling 'Where's my meal' and being severely hushed by irritable women hissing at him or calling shut up. Annie, visibly swaying, did not reply. "The invitation is only for a meal." "Very well." Annie turned and left and Mick Savaged hurried after her and received wide applause. Mick didn't waste any time. He whispered=, "Are you open to having an affair with me?" "I could be." "Annie, I see in you a woman with suppressed passion, a woman who is seeing life slipping by and ..." "Cut the crap Mick. What's on offer?" "Meals, sex and we resolve not to let this get out of hand." "Excellent, an affair without strings attached. You are welcome to seduce me Mick." * * * They went to the restaurant independently, Annie wearing a light green suit and patterned stockings with her brunette hair combed high, her eyes shining, felt the excitement of being on a great adventure. Mick wearing a white jacket, black turtleneck and black pants eyed her appreciatively as he strode from the bar. He said hi and took her arm and they were escorted to their table. "You look good enough to fuck," he murmured into her ear and Annie replied coolly, "I'm here to eat and to enjoy stimulating conversation." Mick's laugh sounded false. Dinner went well enough and they went to the hotel room Mick had booked and that was also adequate. "Go up to the 11th floor and wait. I have booked in but we may as well be discreet." "Agreed." In the room Mick kissed Annie beautifully, making no attempt to paw her until she reached down and squeezed his dick. She thought how couth of him. Soon they were panting and she felt her dress drop. "God, you're not wearing panties." "We've come here to fuck, haven't we?" Mick thought that was a wonderful reply and said so. They fucked. At first sight Annie swallowed at the size of his erection and wondered if her tonsils would be safe. And then she thought what was wrong with the size of Tony's erection and thought nothing; it was adequate in every way and really he did use it well. Mick rammed in as if wanting to introduce the head of his dick to her cervix without delay. In comparison Tony would push in slowly, allowing her vagina to extend, protecting the cervix. God, she thought, it was very naughty making comparisons in the middle of Mick strutting his stuff. Annie went home after midnight feeling well fucked. Mick had praised her and made another date so she assumed she was at least satisfactory. She had just slipped between the sheets when she heard Tony arrive home, it being his monthly night out with his pals. She fell asleep before he reached the bedroom. Tony rolled her over in the morning. Annie let him have his way and made a good effort herself. She smiled when he kissed her and said, "That was a great bang. One of the best for a long time." "You deserved it darling," she smiled, and stroking her cheek waddled off to the bathroom, towel between her legs, while he dutifully went off to make coffee. Annie wondered would Mick bother to make coffee for his wife after he had his way with her. She thought not. Annie was astonished she didn't feel guilty she was having an affair. She'd always had supposed she would, although always thinking she'd not commit adultery. But there you go. CHAPTER 2 Robyn the Aloof called. "Mom, mom. I'm in trouble. Please come – drive carefully but just come." Annie checked that the casserole for dinner was on low heat, and covered with water the prepared vegetables she was about to cook. She then drove quickly, well over the speed limit, to Robyn and Murray's house ten miles away. Robyn had refused to say was the problem was. There was no answer to the doorbell. In panic Annie used her own key to enter the house and found Robyn hunched up on the kitchen floor sobbing. "Darling, darling. Are you all right?" Annie knew it wasn't a stupid thing to say; it was far more acceptable than saying, 'Darling, darling, what's wrong?' Robyn could give the details in her own time." "Yes, yes I suppose. Mummy, don't let go. I want you to hold me." Annie was so astonished she almost really bent over to see if it were Janice she was holding. Janice was the loving, emotional daughter." She held on with her hug. "I was tired of not becoming pregnant. I went to a different doctor and he said if I'm now having pre-period pains and I had never had them prior to a year ago then something was wrong. He asked me was I having swarming hot flushes and I said yes, because that's exactly what I've been having and then would come the pain." "So he said ovarian cysts?" "Yes, how did you know?" "I didn't darling but they are not as uncommon as you may believe." "Dr Lucas had me undergo ultrasound. They have it as his clinic. He confirmed it was one or two cysts and told me not to worry. He said they mostly they are benign and surgery will probably not be necessary. Oh mom, I thought I was going to die. I was so distressed that I left my car at the medical center and came home by taxi. Janice will get Rob to drop her off there to pick up my car and they'll stay for dinner. You can stay if you wish." "Thanks darling but I'll go when Janice arrives. I'm so glad you called me." "Mummy, I had great need for your, like when I was hurt when I was a little girl." "That's what mothers are for dear. Now please listen. It really is true ovarian cysts are quite common. I've had friends who have suffered them and not one had surgery. Painkillers and time and they go away, cleared by the body. In all probability your body will be stimulated when you return to full fitness that you'll become pregnant. Bodies are like that." "Do you really think so?" "All I can stay is there's a good chance. Come on, up you get. Let's have some wine." "Yes, I'd like that. I'm not on medication." "Consider that's Dr Lucas being confident you have benign cysts, that there's nothing to worry about if you proceed as you are now and that soon all that will remain is a scary experience." "Oh mom, I love you." "Any I love hearing that darling and I love you, especially when you are like this, needing me." "Janice says I treat your with distain." "That's just you darling, don't worry about it." "I want to give you grandchildren mummy." Annie burst into tears and just then Janice and Rob arrived. Within seconds two daughters were hugging their mother and Rob was pouring a round of wine. * * * Annie had hot flushes when thinking of having two sexual partners, her husband and her, er, what was he? Not her lover, not this early and they had this agreement not to become too emotionally involved. Ah, her 'bit on the side'. She remembered reading once that 70% of married women between the ages of 25 and 55 had a bit on the side; or was that 70% between the ages of 25 and 55 had remained faithful? She couldn't remember but was sure it was 70% something. God it was awful when realizing your memory was no longer razor sharp. Now what was his name? Er, Michael also known as Mick. Correct and so pass go. Nah that was her just kidding. She'd remembered his name, Michael Savage and he was chief executive of Emotion in Advertising and he was fifty-four, three years her senior. The expectation she'd feel guilty had not yet seeped through. She'd thought it would, being a bitch like that, betraying her family and particularly her husband. If Tony had had it off with someone she wasn't aware of it. Come on you slut, make it happen, keep pushing to make yourself feel guilty. But she was fine. How amazing... she was capable of going round being fucked by every Tom, Dick and Harry and not feeling guilty? She could take on the whole neighborhood, the whole country... the world! Oh yeah?" The doorbell rang. That would be Mick coming around for a piece of her, Annie thought jokingly. But no. The courier girl delivered two tickets to the Russian Ballet with a note. The writing was difficult to read in the fading light but she blinked hard and held the note up close. 'To the best mum in the world and I had needed her so desperately. Robyn'. This reaction from Robyn almost threw Annie. From Janice yes, but not Robyn. A terse phone call from Robyn was practically standard reaction. Well things change and so do people. Enjoy Robyn while she remained on side. Now whom should she invited to go to the ballet with her? Tony of course. "What Tony and not Mick?" Annie said aloud and then thinking Mick was the more cultured one of the two. But Tony liked dressing up and being taken out and he found ballet okay. Robyn didn't like ballet although aware her mum adored it and Annie had known instinctively not to invite Janice to anything without also inviting Robyn even if it were to the ballet. She had chosen Tony over Mick. "How interesting," Annie breathed. "That is telling me Mick is just there for a bit of a fling. Well that's what he'd wanted." After dinner and Tony was in the study presumably checking out adult websites, Annie's cell phone went. That would be someone from work or one of the girls. Her friends called her on the home phone. "Hi." Annie's pulse rate roared. She thought oh dear; she was as scatty as a teenager. "Hello Mick. Obviously you are not in the bath with your wife?" "She's visiting friends. I had to call to say I find you so wonderful. God you are tight for a woman of your age." "And that is supposed to be a compliment?" "Yeah, any woman would be proud to be told that, wouldn't she?" "I can't recall ever having such a conversation with a woman, or anyone for that matter." "Oh." "Well thanks for calling." "No – wait. I have to see you again, sooner than we discussed. I keep thinking about you." "What, my intellect and stimulating conversation hold you spellbound?" "No. What? Ah yes, that too." "But you'd like to get between my legs again." "Ah, how can I put this?" "Between my legs?" Mick roared with laughter. "Look, I probably can get tickets to the ballet..." "I already posses two tickets." "Oh." "Don't be dismayed. I don't wish to be seen in public with you Mick; I am a married woman." "Yes of course. I understand. Can you get away this Saturday night? I'll book a room back in that hotel." "That hotel was rather scruffy Mick. What about a suite in a quality hotel and I'll meet you there at 8:00, just in time for dinner to be served in our suite. Because you'd be willing to go to that expense, I'll not need to leave until say 10:00 in the morning. But if that does suit that's fine. I'll stay home watching TV with my HUSBAND who'll spend most of that quality time together asleep because of consumption of too much red wine." "Annie wait. I don't have an alternative to you at the moment. I'll set that up. I must go, as my favorite sports show is about to start. Good night. I'll be in touch." Annie held her phone looking at it in disbelief. He said he didn't have an alternative to her at the moment. That was even worse than him crowing he'd found her to be so tight. God, what an asshole. She really had to chat with someone about this to help her decide what to do. Without thinking she pressed a speed dial number. "Mum? Oh hi. You don't often call me. I received your email thanking me for the tickets." Annie couldn't believe she'd called Robyn about her dilemma. Robyn would be the most unsuitable person of all her closest females to unload to about Mick. "I have to go." "Mum, stay and talk. You sound frazzled." "Who me frazzled? This is your sensible mother speaking Robyn." "I know and you sound as if you need to unload." Robyn joked, "You sound between a rock and a hard place. Are you having an affair?" Annie clutched herself and sank to the floor. Here was Robyn talking to her in the language and sounding to have the depth of understanding and compassion as her closest friends, Sally and Pat. It was unbelievable. She remained mute, unwilling to lie or to confirm. "Ohmigod, you are, aren't you? You're having an affair." Annie opened her mouth to deny it but Robyn cut in, "Does dad know?" "Of course he doesn't." Annie then groaned into her phone knowing that had been unintentional confirmation. "Mum, how could you? Has Janice told you she believes she'd pregnant? Do you think having an affair make you a suitable person to be holding your granddaughter?" Ending Remorseful Nights "A granddaughter?" "Well Janice has this feeling it's a girl." "But it takes more than that to determine sex and she doesn't know if she really is pregnant?" "She does mom. Why have you stopped talking to your younger daughter and have switched your attention to me?" "It's unintentional. You thought you were in trouble. Oh god, what am I doing?" Robyn said that was a wonderful way to leave their conversation hanging, and cut the call. That left Annie in a mess. She was angry she wasn't crying and thought about going out and getting drunk. She called Janice instead. "Hi darling, I'm sorry it's been three evenings since I called. This is catch up time. What's the latest?" "I'm pregnant mum." "What!" "Calm down mum. I haven't had it confirmed." "Go out and buy a test kit." "No, I'll try to get in to see Dr Jong tomorrow evening. I'm overdue but it's not only that. I have the feeling I'm pregnant and I even appear to have been told it will be a girl." "Oh a granddaughter. How marvelous." "Cool it mum. I haven't told Rob yet. I want confirmation first." "That's understandable. Please, please call me as soon as you know. Promise." "Sure thing mum. What's your news?" "I'm having an affair." "Good." "Aren't you surprised?" "No, Robyn just called to tell me you had confessed to her and cut the call because she thought you would be guilty and feel the need to also tell me. Robyn said dad doesn't know. Well he doesn't need to know. You are at the right age to have your fling. I read in a women's magazine that 80% of women turning fifty have an affair." "Are you sure of that statistic? That figure seems awfully high." "Perhaps it was either having an affair or thinking about it before their sex life switched off." "That sounds more like it. Tell me about names darling?" "What, call you a bitch for doing the dirty on dad?" "No you fool, Stop teasing. What names shall we discuss for your baby?" "First you tell me what's he like and what he does to you." "Janice, for goodness sake. Not on the phone. I'm going." "Okay, let's talk names. What doe you think of Shiloh." "Are you serious darling or is that just a wind-up?" CHAPTER 3 Annie rang the doorbell of the hotel suite and Mick opened the double doors with a flourish, said hi, and kissed her and Annie could feel his erection against her leg. God, couldn't he wait for her to catch her breath and have a look round. Mick took her arm and said, "Let's inspect our den babe and then we'll have some champagne before we watch football on TV. "Football?" Annie quavered. "No, not interested?" Mick checked his watch and said only the tourist trinket shops and sex shops would be open now. Annie attempted to get her mind around this; it was so unexpected. She then heard Mick ask for suggestions. "Let's strip, drink champagne and fuck." "Oh, what a wonderful suggestion. So original and anyway I don't really like watching old football games." Annie asked for the lights to be turned low. "As you may already know, I've lost my girlish figure." "Yes and I have a pot belly as well and my ass is no longer trim and taut. But when passion rises all self-doubt goes out the window. Have you told your husband about me?" "No, of course not. I'm not suicidal." "Would he try to kill me if he did find out?" "No at least not intentionally. He'd attempt to cut your balls out with a garden spade." "Please don't tell him," Mick said, voice quavering as he turned down the lights. "Would you like it up the ass on this wonderful occasion in wonderful surroundings?" "No thanks. I'd like to keep my virginity there." "Very well. As punishment for removing that objective of my desire you can start by jerking me off with your feet so keep your stockings on." The foot fuck went nowhere. Annie was all fingers and thumbs, er, sort of. She had difficulty keeping her legs raised and keeping his dick between the soles of her feet and jerking him all at the same time. She lacked coordination and the necessary finesse. "Don't worry, you are rather long on the tooth to begin in that role. Some of the younger women in my office began practicing it in their late teens with a girlfriend holding a dildo." "Ohmigod." "Yes we are breeding a new generation of women who are becoming experts in full sexual service. The good ones can feet fuck a guy driving a vehicle and not accidentally change the position of the shift." Annie thought that might be a tease. "Get me off in a tit fuck Annie, you have heavy hangers." Annie really enjoyed that and thought Tony used to love her doing that; it had been a good option during menstruation. They really had become so predictable with their sex... in bed, lights off and he grunting over her. Once he used to laugh and shout when she rode cowgirl and when doing it facing him he'd grab at her tits and the excitement used to make her climax hugely. Mick slapped her ass. She didn't like that. He then lifted her on to the dinning table and said, "I ordered the meal for 9:00. We'll have time to finish this. He forced her legs open, rather too roughly, and then began eating her and once again proved how good he was at that. "Are you ready to come?" "Not yet," she replied, thinking it almost sounded like an apology. Mick then dug two fingers into her, twisted them around and then counter-clockwise and that was okay as there was plenty of her natural lube in his working area. Mick then stopping licking and began jerking her, his fingers reversed away from him and thudding up and down deep into her at an astonishing rate, making her almost ready to yell and fly off the table. His free hand began to squeeze her right breast. Waves of nerve impulses were flashing through her and Annie gasped, "Squeeze my tit harder." Mick grinned wolfishly and suddenly, without warning, Annie's body shuddered and she cried C-O-M-I-N-G and he lapped as she convulsed. God it was so revolting, but then again she loved it although she was puffing and snorting. "I thought for a moment you were squirting," Mick said "You really got into that." "You really got into that." Now there was a genuine compliment. Annie was in the bath when their dinner began to arrive. She dried and went out in a hotel robe, joining Mick who was wearing the one marked HERS. But it didn't matter. The meal was lovely and Annie put her desert aside to eat later because no doubt Mick would want to fuck again as soon as they thought their meal had settled. She lay against him as they watched a couple of comedy shows during which time staff arrived back to clear away their meal. When the second TV show ended Mick asked, "Ready to go again?" "Oooh yes." Mick practically threw Annie over the arm of the sofa and gave her a hugely energetic bollocking, doggy style. He then retreated to the other end of the sofa and went to sleep, leaving Annie to finished the champagne and have her desert. Annie slept in bed for an hour and then lay looking up to the ceiling, thinking of the wonderfully licentious time they were having. For the first time in her life she felt thoroughly fucked. Tony was not as good as Mick at fucking and never would be. She felt sad until she sighed and thought did it really matter. Tony was still pretty good at it, perhaps a little methodical but they still managed to get good results. That happened so easily when you liked each other. Then Annie's mind hit the rut and she worried she could have been much better off had she remained in Derbyshire and even moved into Derby City where well mannered young sons of wealthy parents abounded. If she'd landed a really top shelf guy she could well be Lady Anne by now perhaps with an even higher step up the peerage when his Lordship past on, had her husband been the oldest son. Annie sniffed oh she should have stayed and not come out to Australia. Hit by remorse she rose and went out and made coffee. Finishing that she shook Mick awake and led him to the bed when he fell instantly to sleep. She thought he was paying big bucks for this night of lust and should enjoy the bed. But why with her? Why hadn't he brought a much younger woman here to lust over? Annie decided he must be losing his touch and so had to make do with whomever he could land, in this case her. Perhaps he'd gone through all the younger woman and didn't like retracing his tracks. "Oh charming," she giggled. "I'm bottom of the barrel." Within minutes she was asleep. In the morning Mick shafted Annie passionately but she though he was just making the noises expected of him and repeating a routine he'd been performing countless times on a great number of women, presumably singularly but who knew with promiscuous men? He had a bath, buttered and ate two buns and then said, "I'm off darling. There is some work at the office that needs my attention. You don't have to vacate this suite until 2:00. Everything is charged back to my office so have breakfast and even lunch brought up if you wish." Mick left after twice telling Annie she had been a wonderful companion and they'd almost become soul mates. But then as he left the bedroom, saying they must get together soon, he turned his accolades to custard by saying, "You performed wonderfully for your age." Annie had nothing handy to throw at him so she scowled. "You look exhausted," he said. "Get some sleep. Bye." * * * Annie arrived home in great humor and kissed Tony and he asked had she enjoyed the overnight visit by the floral art group to Gosford. She said yes and continued the lie by saying her bed had been lumpy and she'd missed having him beside her. "You did?" Tony asked with interest. "Yes down boy; wait until tonight. You might like to invite me to ride your cowgirl." "Good gracious. It's been some years since you've wanted to do that. I thought you had become too prim to do that anymore." "And when did we last do it over the kitchen table?" "Probably about the time Janice began school. What's brought this on?" Annie hadn't expected that question so lied again. "Some of the younger women on the bus were talking about sex and I joined them. Then at night we were drinking in one of their bedrooms and Matilda turned on an adult video. It was very graphic. Have you ever tried ass fucking?" "No, have you?" "You know I haven't and I'm not sure it had been invented before I met you." "Well I'm telling you the ancient Greeks and the Romans were into it." "Well there must be something in it. The blonde with the monster fake tits in the video seemed to be enjoying it but that could be acting." "No, I've heard the guys talking about it over the years. Apparently it's the preferred option for some women." "Oh really?" "Yeah," Tony said, putting on his reading glasses and picking up the Sunday paper. "We should read up on it." "Okay, but only if you're interested." "And you're not?" "I didn't say that. Let's find out more." "I'm not sure if it's safe allowing you to go on bus trips that include randy young women." "Well you know I've always liked having sex." Tony looked up and grinned. "I must not forget that. Perhaps I had felt you are on the wane." "Who me or do you mean you?" He grinned. "Okay, cowboy or doggie tonight. You choose." "In that case I choose both... that's if you feel you're up to it?" "Oh I don't do all that cycling to be in the fresh air. I hope you'll be up to it." They grinned at each other, Annie hoping Tony could see she was blushing. The cowgirl had been so-so, Tony not bothering to push back all that much and he'd looked at her flying tits but had not grabbed them. Annie had insisted on fucking with the lights left on. Tony had just started pumping Annie, doggy style, when her phone went. "Should I answer it?" "Yes, but I'm not stopping. Christ you are tight this way." "Hi mom." "Oh hi Robyn. Has Janice had her pregnancy test?" "No, in the morning. Her doctor was away Friday. What's that noise?" The headboard was banging and the mattress springs were squeaking. "Oh it's the blinds; there's a wind." "But you don't have blinds in your bedroom. You are always in bed by this time." "Oh, silly me, I meant the curtains are flapping." "We don't have any wind here." "Yes darling but remember we are higher up. Your father is asleep snoring. If this is a long call I best take it in another room." "No, it's short. Janice and I want to take you – just you – to lunch tomorrow. Is that okay with you?" "Yes I'll love that. Dickinson's at 1:00?" "Yes, that's our thinking. I'll book." Even before Annie placed her phone back on the bedside table Tony increased his ramming. Annie gripped the headboard and began pushing back. "Jesus!" "Oooh, you are so masterly in this position Tony." "I can't believe how you could lie to Robyn so expertly." "I involves years of practice darling. If a mother doesn't lie to her kids making mundane things sound exciting then they would think their mom is boring and not worth talking to." "But our kids are always talking to you." "It's because I exaggerate and even lie to them about things darling. I make their world appear rosier than it really is." "Well that's one parenting skill I wasn't aware of." "There are others I assure you," puffed Annie, squeezing her thighs together. "Oooh, oooh, I'm going to blow." "Shoot up me darling. I have a towel handy." Annie stared at the ceiling. She thought she was happy, but was she? In bed Tony was barely adequate and he'd do nothing around the house unless she drove him and in turn he'd accuse her of nagging. If she'd stayed in England and not married him she would probably have married a guy rising to become wealthy enough for them to have daily help to come in and clean the house and maintain the grounds. Perhaps they could have found it more desirable to live in a serviced apartment and expanded their lifestyle by have a small cottage in the hills where they could have gone walking with the children, even in the snow, and they could have had a summer house in France and taken guests there to share exciting times on foreign soil. She sighed. Well as least she had a man who'd stimulated her desire for exciting bouts of sex before she grew too old to enjoy such gamboling. Annie smiled thinking that really was something and Mick had spent heavily on her at the hotel and she'd performed like a young woman, giving it her all. But had that been enough? Annie began to worry and pictured Mick thinking of that time spent with her, shaking his head, his face dark. Oh god, she'd been a big disappointment to him. He'd wanted her ass! A tear or two trickled down Annie's cheek and she drifted off to sleep, rather unhappy. Early next morning Annie raced into the bedroom triumphantly to show Tony the first daffodil that had been ready to cut. "Oh Tony, oh Tony – look!" "Oh nice. I thought I'd killed them all with lawn clippings?" Annie looked at him in dismay but he didn't see he'd destroyed her mini-moment of pleasure. He'd rolled over, attempting to doze and ignoring his blasted alarm clock that was emitting a mournful zing-ding sound that Annie disliked intensely. "Turn your clock off and get dressed for work you lazy sod," she yelled, stomping from the room. * * * Far too early to meet the girls for lunch, Annie used the time profitably. In the stationery shop she bought a card and stamp and clearly marked the envelope, 'Personal' and posted it to Mick. The message read, 'Thank you Mick. I enjoyed our brief time together. My husband suspects. Annie'. She smiled believing that any thought by Mick to fight to get her back, if that's what he wanted, would extinguish when he re-read the words, 'My husband suspects'. She was so buoyed that she purchased a ticket in Saturday's lottery, something she never did. Annie went into a shoe shop and purchased a pair of expensive shoes she didn't need and then went to the restaurant to find the girls already seated. The both waved and glanced at their watches. "Hello dears," she said brightly. "Is this a female family summit meeting?" The girls both lied of course saying since when did there have to be a reason for daughters wishing to take their mum to lunch? "Mum, I'm pregnant." "Oh darling, I'm so happy," Annie screamed, startling people around them but they smiled when they saw the mother hug her adult daughter so that suggested the obvious. The three of them discussed names, they ate as the discussion continued and then Janice said quite tentatively as if walking on cracking ice, "Rob is crazy about Amelia. He believes me that I reckon it's a girl." "Amelia." Robyn and Annie said the name aloud. "I think it has a great sound to it," Robyn said. Annie looked deeply thoughtful. "I read somewhere it was one of the old names making a decided comeback. Robyn asked suspiciously, "How on earth did Rob manage to come up with that name?" "Mrs Rogers his PA had been waxing on about the film 'Amelia' based on the legendary American pilot Amelia Earhart." "Well at least that proves Rob listens to women," Annie said sagely and was pleased the girls laughed so heartily. "Well guys I'll discuss your reactions with Rob. There is something we must discuss mom and that is you having it off with this guy, I presume he is married. What sort of example would that be to Amelia is that is to be her name?" "About the same as if I had a black Scottie Terrier called Rufus but I daresay she'd be more interested in the dog." Both daughters stared at their mother, mouths hanging open. Then Janice looked to Robyn for support. "Mum," Robyn said carefully. "I don't think you appreciate the enormity of the problem. If dad finds out you'll be without a husband, we will have parents in a busted marriage and little Amy..." "Amelia," chorused Janice and Annie. "Oh sorry. Now where was I?" "If that were to happen," Annie said firmly, "Tony would still be Amelia's grandfather so that argument is spurious." "It's not," Robyn said coloring. Janice said thoughtfully, "I suppose technically mom is correct." "Well it is spurious because your father is not going to find out, is he? And even if he did he might not really mind, being so preoccupied about where to dump the lawn clippings." "What?" chorused the daughters and Robyn added, "Mom are you under mental strain?" "Actually she's blooming. Just look at her. I read somewhere extra sex for older women has that effect." Robyn asked, "Exactly what magazines do you read Janice to bring such worldly argument to the table?" "The same women's magazines you do but the difference is I read them properly." "Girls, come on, let's have a peaceful lunch. Aren't you going to ask what my guy who's my bit on the side does to me?" "Oh mum, yes, I've been losing sleep over trying to imagine what two older people do." "Janice, don't be so disgusting," Robyn fumed, "and you mum talk about something else." Annie pulled up the bag containing her new shoes and conversation stabilized. They chatted amicably for the remainder of the time they were together. Robyn kissed her warmly, the best public kissed Robyn had delivered in years, and as to be expected when kissing her foul-minded younger daughter, Janice whispered, "Does he have a really big dick?" and then said, "I'll give you a call tonight mom." "Same here," Robyn said. "I must get back into that habit." Annie walked back to her car thinking that had been a really lovely lunch. She loved her daughters taking such an interest in her. On Friday Annie was at lunch with other women from her office when Mick entered. He saw her and came over and completely ignoring the other women said, "I received your card. I'm very disappointed Annie. I was prepared to invest heavily in you." Ending Remorseful Nights "Invest? But that's completely unnecessary in this country Mick You'd be surprised how easy it is to get legs to open with just a few kind words." Mick stalked off and the six other women at the table were spluttering into their hands, looking at Annie as if she were Queen Annie. Well perhaps there were a couple of disapproving looks. "Would you rate his seduction technique highly?" whispered one of her table companions. "Sorry girls. My mouth is sealed. I cannot confirm there was a relationship. I have no wish to soil my fine reputation." The women, apart from the one who'd asked the question, nodded in apparent approval. "God, I'd die if I had an affair," said one of the more uptight women. "No, no, no," called three women who colored hugely when Annie said, "Oh my, this a table of unfaithful women." "Er, does anyone know when the end of winter sales start?" asked one of the embarrassed women. They all laughed when one of the younger women answered, "Who cares. Can't we continue talking about sex? I'm not sure that two years after my wedding I'm getting enough?" Several women prepared to give their opinions but it was Annie's turn to be embarrassed when the young woman said, "You first Annie. You appear to be the most experienced person at this table." That evening Tony came in from the garden like a little boy with a cut finger, acting as if he feared amputation was in store for him. Annie bathed the finger and inspected it. "Does it look serious?" "No. It's just a small cut. It won't require a stitch. Sticking plaster will pull the serrated edges together." "Serrated edges?" Tony's voice almost faltered. "That's the best kind of cut for quick healing. With luck there will be no apparent scar. Do you think you'd lose your finger?" "No," Tony said, unable to hide the lie. "Oh you big softie. Give me a kiss and mummy will then fetch the ointment and plaster. Would you like me to bandage over the plaster?" "Do you think that's necessary?" Annie smiled and said no and Tony said in that case no bandage. A few minutes later they sat on the sofa and Tony pulled Annie across him with his good arm and he held up the injured finger bravely with Annie wondering how he would have coped had he lopped off the tip of that finger. She had nothing but kind feelings for her Peter Pan right now. "Annie?" "Yes dear." "I've asked you this many times but do you have regrets coming out here to Australia with me?" "No, of course not. We've had a good life here. Had I turned down your proposal and stayed in England I probably would have married a schoolteacher and would now be living in the same council flat we shifted into after I became pregnant for the first of my seven children." "Seven children. Oh god. What would have happened to your body?" "It would have grown fat and saggy." "Oh thank goodness I saved you from that." "Yes you did my hero." Tony kissed her gently. "There is something I have to tell you." Ohmigod, Annie thought. The jerk is having an affair! "Uh-huh," she croaked, not daring to ask what is it dear? "Before leaving work this afternoon I was called into the chairman's office and the deputy chairman who heads the appointments committee and the CEO were there. This is very hush-hush because we are a publicly listed company and all such announcements must be made to the stock exchange before it opens in the morning. I was invited to accept the position of group chief engineer and I accepted." "What, chief across the group of companies?" "Yes, a huge salary increase, my Holden upgrades to a BMW Series 7 and there are other perks." "Oh Tony, darling, kiss me. I'm so proud of you. "I'm calling the girls over..." "No, please do that tomorrow night darling. Say nothing just yet. I don't wish to be involved in breaking Stock Exchange rules. Get them all over for drinks and then I'll take you out to dinner." Tony was on fire in bed that night and Annie thought who could blame him and turned herself full on. They were so exhausted they fell asleep without cleaning up and it was the first night for years she'd not lay staring at the ceiling – er, apart from when laying under Tony. They had a great family night out on Friday and the next morning Tony rushed out to fetch the paper and beaming proudly showed Annie a small paragraph below his photo in the business section of the Sydney Morning Herald announcing his appointment. Annie showed excitement but wondered what was the use of printing information that small. Nobody would notice it. They had decided to have a small party for friends that evening and then the phone rang. She answered. The call was for Tony and almost three hours later the calls had stopped. Annie couldn't believe so many people would read a newspaper so thoroughly to catch a small snippet like Tony's appointment. The party began very genteelly but small had become large because Tony had invited people who'd called, and genteel become wild. Annie remembered Donald McDonald attempting to fuck her standing up in the pantry but he was too drunk to unzip and when she tried the zip jammed and she fell out backwards when someone opened the pantry door and Donald also fell, pulling down the shelf of packs of herbs, dried fruit, pasta, sugar and floor over himself, Annie and the Mrs McDonald who had been knocked down when the door opened. "Donald, what were you doing in there with Annie?" "What?" "He was inspecting my shelving. He's a structural engineer you know Doris." "Of course I know that," Doris said. "I'm his wife. Well you certainly do have a shelving problem. I thought you two were in there fucking." "Doris please, I'm a married woman." "And that means?" "I'm not sure Doris. Here, allow me to dust that flour off you. Do you know when the end of winter sales start?" "Tomorrow according to the ads I say in this morning's newspaper." Annie staggered into the bedroom and found her best friends taking turns to suck Tony's cock. Sally and Pat looked at her big-eyed by didn't stop their bout of cock sharing. "Oh bloody hell, sorry darling," Tony said, when spotting her. "It's okay darling. Be sure you fuck them well. I'm glad my friends are turning this into a great celebration for you. Enjoy him you sluts – my darling is excellent at shafting. Don't impregnate them darling." "Honey, we're around your age," Sally grinned, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Annie woke up on the floor of the lounge around 4:00. She remembered someone fucking her but couldn't remember who it was. It appeared everyone had gone so she turned off the running tap in the kitchen sink, locked up and turned out all the lights and switched off the CD player. She turned on the light in the bedroom and Sally, nude, sat up and she smiled and held out her arms. Annie put out the lights and climbed in beside Sally who tweaked Annie's nipple and then kissed her, tonguing. God did she want to do this... sex with another woman? She thought no so told Sally to go back to sleep and turning over she said, "You can cuddle me if you wish Sally. I'd like that. But no pushing into my holes. Was Tony a good fuck? "Truly great, I'm so jealous you have him on tap. Pat wanted it up the ass but he wouldn't so she went off in a huff." "Good night darling." "Good night Annie. I try to be gone because Tony wakes... unless we want a threesome." "No, just disappear early." Annie turned on to her back and stared at the ceiling. She wondered what was happening to her. All this sex and not knowing who that guy was who got to her in the lounge or perhaps it was a woman with a strap-on. God this had to stop. She was too old for this kind of rubbish and anyway it was immoral. Immoral? Annie was surprised she was thinking like that. What did she know about morality? Oh yeah. Well she knew rather a lot about the principles of morality. They formed part of the glue that provided adhesion in a community and helped make it work in an orderly manner. It went with respect didn't it? Yes it did. And why was she becoming involved in adultery after all those years of abstinence? A strange feeling swept over Annie and she thought that was guilt. Ohmigod, it was shame. She'd surrendered her values without much thought other than to have a fling before it was too late. But she'd run amok last night and er early this morning. She felt ashamed of her behavior. Being drunk was only a pathetic excuse. She ought to have torn into her two friends for sucking Tony and they would have expected her to yell and pull them away from Tony. You over-sexed bitch, she thought. You always have wallowed in excessive sex with Tony and now he's slowed down you were only too eager to look elsewhere for someone to thrill you. Did you think for a moment about Tony? No you didn't you selfish bitch. What a slut you are. Tears tolled and Annie fell asleep. Annie awoke feeling dreadful, the affects of the booze and being spiritually low. Well she was a fallen woman, wasn't she? She felt behind her for Sally hoping she wouldn't accidentally touch her pussy. Sally wasn't there. Annie turned and saw Tony wasn't there. So they were out in the lounge fucking. Well she'd put a stop to that; this was her home. Annie diverted to the kitchen to drink some water and found Sally there, fully dressed, smiling and just finishing wiping the sink bench. Everything had been washed and put away. The dishwasher was humming; her kitchen looked spotless. She looked out the window and saw Tony, fully dressed, stacking crates of bottles in the SUV to take to the glass-recycling depot. Huge remorse flooded Annie. How could she have thought so ill of her husband and her best friend? "Oh Sally wonderful Sally, here let me hug you. You have done a wonderful job here." "Everything is done and we even got you pantry back in shape. Tony is a great man about the house. Oh darling, I shagged him last night. I'm so dreadfully sorry." "Darling, think nothing of it. We all shag other men. I'm thrilled you and Pat like Tony enough to want to treat him on his very special occasions. It was wonderful of you." "Annie, are you sure you are okay? You ought to be scratching out my eyes." "I'm fine darling. I love you for liking Tony enough to fuck him and I bet you gave him a real treat. Men get bored with the same woman." "Do they?" "I wouldn't know really. But I guess we both know it's immoral to get it elsewhere." They laughed into another hug. "Now off you go Sally and get ready. I'll arrive at 10:00 to take you to the mall because the end of winter sales have started. I'll call Pat and if she's available I'll ask her to meet at your place." "Y-you wish to socialize with both Pat and me so soon?" "So soon after what darling? Get it into your thick head it was a celebration and it's not going to be followed by executions. Let's go shopping." Annie watching through the kitchen window say Sally give Tony a normal hug goodbye. Tony came in looking sheepish." "Um sorry about last night. They bullied me to the bedroom but I was quite capable of resisting." "Well Mr Guilty, don't be. I've long thought Sally would be a good fuck for you." "What?" "It doesn't matter. Please don't feel guilty. I'm the one who should feel guilty. After leaving you I drank a glass of straight vodka and in the lounge someone fucked me." "Someone?" "Yes I was stoned. Everything was a bit of a blur and my mind was wandering." "Someone?" "Yes truly." "Well let's make a list of everyone we know who was in the house at that time. There can't have been more than a dozen people left at that stage when your two friends of took me off." "No, let's forget it darling. If I wasn't aware of who was fucking me it would have been a dismal fuck for him or her?" "Her?" "Just a figure of speech darling. Was Sally a good fuck?" "Sally was great, superb and lay back on my chest... oh. I think I should have lied and said she was okay." "She doesn't turn fifty until another six months darling. So she's younger than me, is big into water skiing and aerobics and being such a lovely person we'd expect her to fuck well and be innovative, wouldn't we?" "Well yes. And I suppose although I committed adultery and you allowed Mr or Mrs Unknown to fuck you, one sin cancels out the other." "Well you also had Pat." "And how many people actually fucked you? There could have been a line up of guys." "Well I don't think so darling. I'm walking well together this morning and my thighs weren't stuck together by dried come when I awoke." "My goodness, you are so crude. Little wonder I married you. I think we should have sex more regularly and not make it so physically challenging." "You mean without asking Sally to join us?" "Annie!" "Sorry darling, just a tease. I'm off to the sales with Sally and Pat soon." "I can't believe that. Why are you not sore with them." "They are my friends darling. If you must know I told Sally I was so pleased she liked you enough to fuck you." Tony spluttered his coffee across the kitchen floor. Annie was almost ready to leave when Tony took a call. "Someone from Anderson's Stationery wants to speak to you." "Oh that French fashion magazine I ordered must be in. Tell them I've off shopping soon and will call in." * * * Sally and Pat closed in on Annie for support when Annie said, "Have I won a prize?" "First your ticket ma'am. I must run it through the machine before commenting." "I heard the results on radio this morning. It's not the big prize. That went to a ticket sold in Balgowlah Heights," Pat said. "Ma'am, it is my pleasure to advise as holder of this ticket you have won a minor prize. You won $35,000." The three women shrieked. After Annie complete details and make arrangements to pick up her cheque they went straight to a bar. "The sales?" Pat said. "Bugger the sales. We'll have a wee celebration here first," Annie said. "As they clinked the champagne glasses Annie said, "Now you sluts. Just the one bottle, eh? I don't want you two putting male bar staff in peril." Sallie laughed, sounding more like neighing, and Pat looked totally ashamed. "Ah Annie, about last night when I was with Tony. I was..." "Thoroughly enjoying yourself? I hope so darling. It was a special day for my Tony. I was pleased to find him getting it from my two best pals." Annie then called Tony with the news. He was delighted and said she could spend big at the sales. "Tony, are you able to take two weeks off work?" "Yes, providing it's before November 30 when I take over my new role." "Well I want to take you and the girls to visit their grandparents and see our old homes and the village where we grew up. My sons can came too if they wish. I have to go to look over the life I once had there and to try to predict where I'd been today had I not married you and left. I think I would have done better than a council house but how much better I don't know. I may no longer like England but I have to know." "So this is what you do laying awake at nights ruminating?" "Excuse me?" "Er clicking you teeth and thinking, sometimes I think emotionally." "You knew that; why didn't you say that?" "You are entitled to your quiet time darling. And now I'll tell you something. Of the seven other engineers that came out with us, only one other stayed initially, but within three years another four family returned to Australia." "Oh god." '"Yes and the girls and I will make sure you'll have a fucking awful time in England." "No Tony, please. Just let it be. I'll be coming back whatever I find because my home is here, my girls are here and my friends are here. But in my heart I just want to know where I really should be." "God Annie, are you always capable of surprising me. Here was I thinking you didn't have a sentimental bone in your body. You are the greatest thing that's ever happened to me Annie. I have gained this big job because of the drive you give to me." "I'm going to cry Tony. Bye." "Wait, there's something I decided after you left to go shopping and find your windfall. With my big pay boost I've decided we should add the sunroom here and replace that plastic pool with a proper pool and your problem about me and grass clippings is over because I've just engaged a mowing contractor and they take away all clippings and sweep the paths." Annie burst into tears. "They are the only things I know I've wanted Tony, except I didn't think about hiring a lawn mowing contractor. God and they even sweep the paths! You are such a perfect husband darling." THE END