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Betrayed Over Conception Ch. 01

By: Egmont Grigor



ONE

We all make mistakes in our lives and right now I'm very aware of two really big ones, and it looks as though my marriage is being torn apart because of not getting these two things right.

My first big mistake was to chose the wrong sister, ignoring the urging of a mother trying to marry off her less attractive daughter. My mother had confronted me about this when Gloria and I were wallowing in ongoing discussion about setting a date to announce our engagement. Our cuddling and sweet talking send her po-faced sister Liz stomping through the house in fits of pique and tears. Liz hated me at that time when wedding bells were in the air, the jealous bitch.

The second mistake came later, eight years more or less. We were childless – I blamed Gloria and she blamed me but neither of us had the guts to be examined medically in case the blame came home to roost. Who wants to find out their powder is wet and useless, huh? 

Well, I would rue the day about being pig-headed and refusing to be tested.

It all began when one of Gloria's friends announced she was expecting her third child. Gloria started to panic as she'd just turned twenty-eight and worried that the cut-off date for successful conception was looming. I reckoned that date came nearer the age of forty but she asked how would I know and anyway why argue over numbers - but we did. 

She tried a new ploy in pressuring me to get my gear tested, promising if I was certificated as being A-1 for producing babies she'd get tested, but we both knew she was lying.

There has to be trust and understanding to make a marriage work as well as cooperation and goodwill, right? Great textbook stuff, but you know textbook authors are often insulated from reality. 

Being a victim of ear-bashing and in sexual denial because Gloria wouldn't roll over meant my life sucked, so at work when the CEO bribed me with an under-the-table offer of $10,000 cash if I worked a 12-hour night shift as project engineer on a highway by-pass of the small town of Oakland Ridge, I took the 13-month contact. 

That ten grand slipped into my secret boat fund. I would also be able to get my tax-paid night-shift and living away from home allowances paid into that account. 

Gloria would find out about my deceit when I bought the boat but would be delighted, as she was also crazy about fishing; I knew she was embarrassed that we fished from an aluminum 9-footer with an outboard only a little more powerful than her cake mixer. Good for trolling, though.

My business-like decision to take the contract produced the inevitable row.

"Why did you accept that job away from home without discussing it with me?" she ranted.

I could have said to get away from your constant bickering over reproductive tests, darling, but instead I lied and said, "The CEO said 'take the job Mike, otherwise go find yourself another employer'."

"But he can't do that, can he?"

Yes, but not without leaving the company open to me claiming big damages in the employment court for breach of my personal employment contact. But why tell her that? She'd suggest accept the situation and then we'd engage a top industrial relations lawyer and seek a million bucks or more in damages for wrongful termination and loss of earnings and future benefits.

"Er, yes, he can do that."

"That's criminal."

"Yeah, another example of white collar crime, eh love?"

She became sympathetic and for one hopeful moment I thought I was going to be offered sex.

Three weeks into my night shift job two hundred miles up country I receive a phone call from Liz.

"Gloria has a lover."

Now, I did say Gloria's sister Liz at one time hated my guts, but she'd got over that by the time of the engagement. Six years later Liz got married but the sod bashed her and it all turned to custard, ending in divorce last year. 

When Gloria began to keep her legs closed on me recently, I'd idly thought that Liz might help milk my balls as she was probably missing being humped as well. But she's a hard-nosed bitch and I thought she'd probably end up telling Gloria I was bonking her. Well, here she was phoning me, attempting to be my closest confidante.

"Pardon me?"

"You heard, but you really don't want to hear it: Gloria is being screwed by a guy. I thought you should know. Will you divorce her?"

"Er, I'll think about it, Liz, but would need proof that it's happening."

"Perhaps I can help get proof?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"You don't seem to be particularly worried about my disclosure?"

"I'm in a state of shock, Liz. Also Gloria hasn't been particularly warm to me in recent months so she'd probably got randy through not getting it."

"Surprise, surprise – she's told me about putting you on hold; she thinks your sperm is no good so why should she bother having you ruining her hair and scratching her insides because you are lazy about cutting your finger nails."

I was shocked: Liz tells her sister things like that?

"Did Gloria tell you that?"

"Come on, Mike, you know it's the truth and yes she has mentioned it from time to time, quite often in recent months actually."

"Hmmm."

"Is all that you can say, Mike?"

"I'm in shock."

"Should I come up and attend to your needs?"

I almost dropped my phone. Liz offering her pussy to me?

"It's all work, sleep and no play here, Liz. The weather's put us two days behind schedule already and I have to crack the whip."

"Well, it's an open offer, Mike. I love you. Give me a call some time. 

"Bye."

I put the phone down in a daze. Life can get so damn complicated.

No, you can't come up here Liz as I've got a dishy senior engineering student who is also, um, attending to my needs. The student came on site, took one look at the hairy and fat day project engineer and then saw me and said she preferred to work nights; so we agreed she could. I had no idea at the time she considered field experience included testing the strength of her boss' bed.

I suddenly wondered had Gloria had taken a lover hoping to get pregnant? The idea of some meat-head ramming her cunt with his sausage on ovulating days and squirting semen up her tubes made me see red. 

After throwing rocks at a tin can, I came to a decision. I arranged with the day project manager to sleep in my quarters overnight to be on hand for emergencies. I briefed my student babe in detail about what to do throughout the night and to refer to Sam if she had any doubt about anything. Fortunately the work at this stage was mainly routine compacting of base layers; there was a competent engineer supervising the construction of the four bridges. 

I then left on the 446-mile round trip to my hometown which would have me back on-site at the project eleven hours later for a four hour sleep. 

Naturally I wanted to end this thing of Gloria's. I felt betrayed – not because she was playing around as doesn't everyone do that? No, the deep hurt came from my theory that she was attempting to get some dung-head to father our first child. I had no idea how I would prove that intent, other than wait until she announced she was pregant!

TWO

I had plenty of time to think about the mess as I drove towards my little fucker of a wife.

I went back to the beginning. Gloria and I met shopping. I was entering this store when my attention was diverted temporarily when I saw this new model Dodge pick-up rumble by – it was painted shiny black and looked very sexy. My hand was out to pull open the screen door when it opened and someone walked straight on to my hand; in surprise I looked down to see I had a handful of tit.

How embarrassing.

"Pardon me, ma'am, my fault entirely. I was looking at that sexy new model Dodge and..."

"That's my dad's new vehicle; he's come to pick me up. If you think that's sexy, then what about me?"

Huh?

She sounded that she wasn't going to call a cop or call me all the names under the sun. Boy, was this little lady cool! Actually, she looked rather young.

My hand had come off that boob as if it were a hot rock from a campfire. So I checked her out and saw two pert breasts; I lifted my gaze to find her looking at me with a smile posing as a question.

"Haven't you touched a boob for a while?"

I thought, what a question to ask a guy when he'd out shopping and you don't know him from Adam.

I think I said something like "Huh?" She smiled and walked by saying, "I'll see you around, I hope."

Flustered, as dames normally don't say to me I'll see you around 'I HOPE' even if I know them, I stepped back on to the sidewalk scratching my head and looking at her walking to the black pick-up. Then darn me if that cute little bum didn't do a couple of real sexy waggles – no babe even in four-inch heels would walk with a waggle like that. She turned and grinned at me; my dick half rose up as if about to whistle at her. Oh boy.

If she was expecting me to run to her and get her phone number she must have been disappointed. Actually Gloria told me later she thought I'd not be forward enough to come and ask for her number. However, just in case I became proactive, she got her dad to wait a minute before telling him to drive off.

I went inside the store not knowing what to think, but fortunately my mouth did.

"Mrs Lamb, do you know the name of that customer who just walked out – the cute little blonde?"

"Yes Mike I do, and if you purchase more than twenty bucks of my deli lines I'll tell you."

Huh?

But she winked, only joking. She told me the girl's name was Gloria, Sandy Owens's daughter and she thought they lived over on Eastriver somewhere.

Gloria? That's a name I could really like, I thought.

"She'd a little young and small for you, Mike. She has an older and much bigger sister who's more your age and size, though she's not as good looking as Gloria."

"It's all right, Mrs Lamb, I just thought I'd not seen her before."

"Navy Street, I think," said Mrs Lamb.

I pretended I didn't hear her.

I finished shopping for my mom, who was getting ready for my 26th birthday party. A few of the guys and their babes were coming round for a cook-out and beers. 

On the way home I drove through Eastriver looking for Navy Street and found it – a rather pretty street of good looking homes.

What fucking number? Mrs Lamb hadn't said, but I needn't had got pissed off because there was Gloria out on the lawn playing with a shaggy dog. She was dressed in white shorts and a cute top that just covered her bra with not a lot over. I was just about to get the hell out of there when she spotted me crawling along and waved, excited like; she ran towards my old Dodge pick-up. 

"I was hoping it was you," she burbled happily. "I guess Mrs Lamb told you where I live? She and her family live three houses down from us."

So Mrs Lamb could have given me the number; aren't women funny?

"I'm Mike Giles, Gloria and I'm a highway construction engineer, recently graduated."

"Oooh," that's nice. "So you can't take your work home with you," she said, all serious like. But there was a twinkle in her eye which saved me from agreeing with her; obviously she wasn't a dumb blonde. I just laughed and she complimented me on having a humor. I didn't know what else to say so I invited her to my birthday party, saying I'd call back for her at noon.

"I haven't said I'll come," she said with a teasing lilt. But I already knew she was bagged as she'd looked excited by the invitation.

"What should I wear?"

"Nothing," I shouted as I accelerated off yelling, "Whoopee!"

I was between girlfriends at the time, like four months since I last had a regular date. So Gloria would fit into the slot nicely, and what a fit she would be, I thought. During that afternoon mom marched up to me and said, "Do you know this Gloria girls of yours, popping out of her clothes, is only nineteen?

"Nope, it's doesn't matter; she's legal age."

"For what? Oh my goodness, Mike, you're not thinking of seducing the girl, are you?"

Some moms have a peculiar impression of their sons. Mine obviously thought I dated girls to have someone to sit with at the movies while looking to see if they were of the right quality to bear grandchildren. On the other hand my dad, who's English, was always asking me about my girl of the moment, "Are you shagging that bit of fluff yet?" Invariably I was, but always denied it as he'd only tell mom.

A couple of weeks later Gloria took me home to meet the folks. Her dad and I hit it off immediately, he being chuffed that I drove a Dodge and was able to recite the specifications of his new pride and joy parked in his driveway. The mother, Bimbo (which is what husband Ralph calls her), looked at me as if I were a rogue bull eying up her pet yearling.

I shagged (my dad's word for it) Gloria that evening. Ralph had told me to take his pride and joy for a test drive so I drove up to Pine Ridge Hill where I nailed his wife's pride and joy. 

Actually it was I who was nailed.

I had a shagging in mind but didn't quite know if this was the time and place for my attempt. Gloria was sitting facing me with her back against her door when she said, "I'm not wearing panties – want to check that I'm telling the truth?"

Well, I'm always good for a look. I looked, the odor was unmistakable and my tongue shot down for a test drive, Gloria squealed and it was all on.

"Christ, I've been longing for you to be doing this since I waggle my butt at you on that first day we met."

That admission drove lust to my loins.

Gloria pushed me away and I assumed that I'd had my baptism – just a few licks to keep me interested until she found someone else she liked better. But no, she shoved me back even more and unzipped me.

"What have we got here," I recall her muttering. "Ohmigod!"

Well, dad being English from Liverpool is big, so it's in the jeans, er, genes.

She sucked and slurped and I though she might be a swallower, but without warning the silly cow pulled away as she felt the vibrations turning into an express train and I yelped in horror as the second big massive shot splattered the roof lining.

"Your dad's pride and joy, with cum sticking to the roof lining," I choked, looking at the mess, though really it wasn't much of a strike. 

"Relax, he watches football tonight so won't be going out. I'll sponge it off and it will be dry when he goes off to work. Cum cleans off providing you use plenty of water; I should know."

Know what? I never did find out.

At the wedding Gloria's sister Liz (Elizabeth), got drunk and as chief bridesmaid made a speech during which she made a complete fool of me.

First of all she recited the cum on the roof lining story – Gloria had obviously mouthed off to Liz about it. My mom glared at me while dad-in-law, who was pissed trying to out drink my dad, laughed and yelled he'd not noticed a wet roof lining but had to clean up a string of cum that had landed on the instrument panel.

The liquor had been flowing so most people shrieked with laughter when Liz told that story and her father added his bit, but the two moms were looking daggers at me.

Then Liz created utter shambles, by bursting into tears and going on about how desperately she loved me and that I should have chosen her and not Gloria to be my bride.

She ran off, chased by her mother Sandy and the best man Ivan while Gloria asked in a hugely loud voice had I been fucking her sister.

The whole room fell silent, everyone waiting for my confession or denial. My throat constricted and my dad calmly called out, "Drink some water, son." 

I gulped some water, noticing a waitress trying unsuccessfully to take the big knife for cutting the wedding cake from Gloria's hand.

"No, definitely not," I said in a big, manly voice with absolute conviction as it really was the truth.

"Oh darling," shrieked Gloria, dropping the knife and smothering me.

The irony of this was that Bimbo (Sandy) had a big talk to me some months earlier when realizing her daughter was shagging me (though not actually seeing it happening).

"Gloria's too young for you and has her whole life ahead of her," she simpered in a conspiratorial tone. "I'm also very worried you may be too big for her, if you know what I mean. That sort of thing can ruin a woman."

I was curious about how sticking with me meant Gloria no longer had a life ahead of her. Wouldn't I be giving her the life she wanted? 

Women, particularly mothers and older, have a habit of saying things that only serve to confuse. But this mom then came clean.

"Look, why don't you finish with Gloria and take on Liz. She's your age and size so would be a wonder receptacle for you. Her father and I am worried she'll miss out on a suitor if she doesn't get one soon."

'A wonderful receptacle for you'. Did that mean what I thought it meant? Christ, women are not afraid to paint word pictures, although this one was almost too subtle for me.

"No thanks, Gloria and I are thinking about getting engaged."

"Ohmigod, so soon. I thought that once you two began, er, became intimate you would be satisfied with your lot for quite some time. After all, that's only what men are really interested in, isn't it?"

Here was more of this mysterious talking – saying small things but really communicating big things requiring interpretation from me. Why can't women say what they really mean? I played for time, thinking this was turning into an inquisition.

"She has a cute smile, is bright to talk to and is interested..."

"I know, Mike, but it all comes down to sex, doesn't it," she said unbutton the top two buttons of her dress and a sexy looking bra came into view. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this."

I couldn't believe it: Goria's mom was about to seduce me!

"Excuse me, Sandy, it was very nice of you to invite me over for a chat but I've got to pick up Gloria."

"But she won't be finished work for another hour," said Sandy, undoing more buttons.

"Traffic is heavy today and I'll have difficulty finding a place to park – better go now," I waved, racing away from the poison chalice.

THREE

As I near my home which houses my adulterous wife, I appreciate that even after eight years being married to me Gloria still looks like a cute trim blonde, even if her tits and hips have filled out a little. She's only five-six tall but would have had no trouble getting any guy to give her a baby.

Hell, what guy wouldn't jump at an offer to do that? Actually I wouldn't – too sick for me to handle unless the husband also appealed to me to come to the rescue. Cum to the rescue, heh-heh-heh.

I'm six-three, currently two-fifteen pounds and work out, so am confident of handling the guy if he comes at me bare-handed if anything goes wrong with this look-see. This mission is simply to identify him before making my prime move, though I don't know what that's going to be.

The bastard drives a pick-up – blue F-150. I notice it as I drive by my house; it's 10:30 and all the lights are on in the bedroom. Funny that – Gloria wants only the wall lights on when we're fucking. So what's the attraction about this mother-fucker? I'm beginning to get a little mad.

Stopping a little way along the street I walk back with a heavy screwdriver thinking I'll try to force a window down or perhaps will be lucky and mnage to force the door. But damn it, the pick-up is alarmed. So any papers in the glove box leading to his identity are safe from my prying eyes. In frustration I scrawl 'I'm a mother-fucker' on the driver's door, taking extreme care not to rock the vehicle in case that sets off the alarm. Then I go and get late dinner.

Arriving back just after midnight I find the house in darkness, so unlock the front door and creep in. Christ, the randy bastard has made it easy for me. There's a line of his clothes running along the hallway as he tore them off, probably with Gloria in the bedroom dipping fingers into her cunt and crying, 'Ready and waiting, darling?'


Betrayed Over Conception Ch. 01



I get madder – if I'm right about that it means she's given him the key to MY house!

Well, by now they will be fucked near-senseless, so I grab his trousers and go into the kitchen, turning on the down light over the recipe desk and looking through his wallet. Plenty! I pocket fifty bucks as his contribution toward my expenses in coming down to visit him.

I walk back out, rip the zip of his trousers apart and toss that garment back more or less where I found it. I no longer feeling quite so mad. 

Grinning, I set the house alarm for all zones except for the main bedroom. Two or three hours after sex, giving far more time than necessary for sperm to do its job, Gloria then tends to go to the kitchen to make herself a sandwich. Well, when she goes to make a honey and peanut butter sandwich on this occasion she'll think World War 3 has started when she trips the alarm! 

Heh-heh-heh.

I leave the house, confident I've left no trace of my 'intrusion' except for fingerprints, but why should anyone check for them? Then I grimace, thinking I've created an expense as Gloria will call in security people to check the 'malfunctioning' alarm.

Heading back north, I'm a happy man. I've got name, address, social security number, golf club membership and some other possible useful detail of mother-fucker James Henry Mercer – 43. Christ, he's almost old enough to be her father.

I stop for a meal at a diner at the half-way mark and then zap onwards. I'll hit the sack though I'm not really tired.

As I drive up to my cabin I yawn and think what a fucking waste of a day. I go all that way just to get a name and address that I knew nobody was going to give me, especially not Gloria. I think perhaps I under-reacted and was too conservative - that I should have stormed in, beaten crap out of them, got them to confess what they were doing was wrong and Gloria to promise she'd go and get her reproductive bits and pieces tested for flaws.

I go to bed and yawn and think this would be a good time for a fuck. I barely close my eyes when I hear a key turning in the door and throught the door comes Nancy, the student engineer. 

My relocatable cabin is simply a bed/sitting room, separate kitchen and bathroom and overlooks the construction site so I'm wedded to the job 24/7.

"Hi darling, want to sleep or can you take care of pussy? Everything here has gone well."

My boner is pumping iron before I even have time to say, "Hi sweetie, thanks for looking after the fort and yes, get that slimy pussy of yours rubbing down my face, pronto."

I watch the long-legged lass climb over me enthusiastically. Regretabbly she's just a young woman still unaware of the power of her sexuality although competent to grind me into exhaustion simply because she's blessed with the ability to cum in multiple orgasms from her superbly fit body.

Nancy doesn't really know how to use one lick of the tongue to send my sexual sensitivities on edge. She still has to learn how to whisper smooth nothings into my ear, to stroke my face with an incredible softness of touch or to clench her vaginal muscles to milk my cock dry. These things will come to her in due course, and she'd already responded to my tuition, but right now she's a red hot lover whereas I really want a woman to succor me with her expertise and gentleness.

It isn't her fault, she's just a young near graduating engineering student trying positively to find her nich in construction engineering which virtually is a man's world. I'm assisting her, of course, to the best of my ability and already she has responded to my on-site practical tutelage.

As for sex, we are but two competitors acting as if we are trying independently to squeeze a lemon. Right now that lemon is about to slide on to my mouth. Oh boy!

TO BE CONTINUED



Betrayed Over Conception Ch. 02



Engineer Mike Giles and wife have been unable to start a family and neither will undergo tests, fearful of being identified as the problem party. Gloria takes a lover leading Mike to suspect her motive is pregnancy. The tip off came from his wife's sister Liz. He sneakily identifies this bastard before deciding how to deal with it. 

FOUR

Nancy had gone back to her cabin when I awoke to the alarm at five in the morning. She'd slept with me for most of the night and then left discretely. We pretended that no-one knows we sleep together, but of course everyone on-site knows because we are a close-knit work group.

A code exists without anyone publicizing it or enforcing it. Nancy could walk along the 2.7 mile construction site with her tits hanging out and it would be doubtful anyone would do anything but blink, as she was branded as 'Mike's girl'. Honorable men honored the code because that's how they do things whereas men who'd rather like a piece of Nancy knew if they touched her and she complained they'd have a visit from me and the result would not be pretty. 

Everyone knows the stories of drunken brawlers who'd been put to bed, literally by me – often hospital beds. In the toilets of the machinery workshops is a newspaper cutting of the battered face of Big Irish MacKellar – teeth missing, cuts everywhere; MacKellar, is still in prison. 

That horrible incident centered on a young administrative assistant on a project under my supervision going missing, and was found battered and sexually interfered with, although not raped. Suspicion fell on everyone but after lengthy investigation the police was stymied. 

One night MacKellar, drunker than usual, mentioned the young admin assistant's name and claimed he'd "messed her up a little". No one believed him until MacKellar pulled out the missing silver clip the woman had worn around her pony-tail that day. "I couldn't fuck her, I was too drunk," bellowed MacKellar. 

Fred Stockman called me.

I entered the room, dressed in a tracksuit and wearing working boots. 

"Sorry boss for messing up Jenny a bit but there's nothing you can go about it – rat on me to the police and no-one in this industry will trust you to ramrod a job."

"You're going to pay for this, MacKellar," I said and space around us quickly cleared.

MacKellar looked almost twice as big as me, and knew it, grinning and licking his lips. I went in and kicked at his right kneecap, only grazing it and the big Irishman laughed bullishly and threw a looping punch to knock my head off but missed. 

I kicked his other kneecap and everyone heard bone crack and MacKellar roared with pain. Then I drew from my pants pocket an assault weapon given to me by a friend who trains in martial arts. Its two eight-inch pieces of black metal are linked by a short piece of chain.

I went for him. There were five sickening cracks of metal hitting MacKellar's face, administered in almost a blur and he crashed to the ground.

"Fix it up for me boys," I said walking out through the silent throng.

The police and press were called and arrived almost together. They entered the deserted recreation room to find MacKellar unconscious, with a note pinned to his chest stating, "I'm guilty of messing up Jenny van Den Burgh."

At least thirty-five men witnessed that beating and the police questioned everyone on-site but couldn't find a single witness and everyone had an alibi. 

In next morning's regional newspaper the heading on the page 3 story above the pictured beaten face of MacKellar was: Brutal Beater Surrenders to Police After Mysterious Accident. 

That incident earned me a lot of respect but my family and friends never got to hear about it. In fact I'm not a violent man, which is why I've not tried to slap sense into Gloria to break her pulsating desire to get pregnant, a pressure within her that's threatening to blow our marriage apart. 

It's now three months since she'd refused to have sex with me and now appears to have taken up with another man, supposedly to get pregnant. I groan whenever thinking about this, knowing how stupid we are.

Stupid?

Well, I think so and realize Gloria's thinks the exact opposite – that she's attempting to carry out her reason for being a reproductive female, which is to bear at least one baby and alleges my bloody-mindedness is frustrating that mission.

My restraint has been such that I did not jump on her lover the other night and beat the crap out and her as well, the treacherous bitch.

Because my work project passes hard on the boundaries of two churches, we don't work Sundays. On that free day I usually walk the 2.7 mile site looking at everything, which takes some time, and then I take a nap and go out to early dinner and get back by seven when Nancy usually arrives from spending the day with her folk. We lounge around fucking and talking and then have supper at eleven and the project crews resume at midnight and it's all on again until midnight Saturday.

At the end of every second month, a relief engineer comes in and I get a week off, and now this was my first visit home since I began on the bypass contract. 

I'd called Gloria giving my ETA as I didn't want to walk in and find her humping. She sounded warm and pleased to hear from me.

"Get that little bushy box of yours all hot and ready," I said, trying to sound as normal as I could. There was no indication that her legs would open for me, but actually I wasn't too sure I wanted a hairy cunt any more. I'd gotten used to Nancy's completely bald one which meant not having to pick hair from between my teeth.

Hmmmm, I thought. Sounds like you no longer find your wife desirable? That rattled me, I was close to making a definitive judgment and wasn't sure I was ready for it, mainly because I still have no proof that Gloria is having sex with this Mercer bastard for fun or really is attempting to have him impregnate her.

I thought about that one deeply and the light bulb popped alight over my brain and an idea was born. I'd need Liz's cooperation; that could be given unselfishly, or perhaps it may require taking her out to lunch while Gloria was working as marketing manager for J B Homewares.

FIVE

Gloria came running out to meet me as I rounded the rear of my 2002 Chevy Silverado 4WD, its black metallic paint and matching tonneau cover looking travel weary, not having been washed for a fortnight.

"Your truck's filthy," was her greeting. 

She looked a litter thinner, a little stressed which was something. I kissed her, grabbing an ass cheek in one hand and a thrusting in the other to secure a boob, just to show her I still cared.

"Let's go inside; the neighbors," she said.

It hadn't always been like that; until the past year we'd practically be ripping clothes off on the driveway if we'd been apart for even two or three days.

"Are you pregnant?" I grinned, again to show that I cared.

Her face turned scarlet and she turned, saying come in as she had coffee ready. I noticed she'd not answered the question and remained silent just to let her know I was waiting for an answer, which should have been something like, "However could I be? You're been away."

Thirty minutes later Gloria kissed me goodbye, saying she had to be back at work. Her last words to me were unwifely: "Remember, no sex until you get tested re our unsuccessful attempts to get pregnant."

"Have you had yours?" I called, but she drove off waving.

Last night Nancy had refused to have sex, saying she wanted to send me home with a full load. She was, I must concede, a smart girl. But what a waste that had been, or was it?

I phoned Liz but there was no reply from her home. She'd ended up with the house in the divorce settlement whereas he landed the car, boat and very valuable beach site down at the 'narrows'.

I spent an hour looking round for signs of Mr James Henry Mercer (43), company director and my wife's lover. The sheets were freshly laundered so my check for male hairs was fruitless. 

I checked the phone bills and there were a many calls to a number I didn't recognize – I looked up my notebook and found the number matched the business number I'd taken off James Henry Mercer's business card. Well, I suppose if you are all alone at home and feeling lonely you'd either phone you husband or your lover, wouldn't you? I did not require my calculator to work out that asshole Mercer was getting at least two calls from the Giles's phone to every one I got up country. Oh yeah, it's devastating to find that you are no as popular as you'd thought, I grinned sourly.

Thinking about sex and more particularly about my wife having sex without me, made my balls feel rather tight. I was thinking about masturbating when I thought of Jacqui Jones, a cute redhead potter who my randy father used to fuck until mom found out about her and placed her off limits. I'd gone to lunch with Jacqui and dad a few times and we went sailing together one weekend.

Sex with Jacqui? The thought rattled my mind – she was only six years older that me so why not, if she brought it up? But my interest in her was she'd been a nurse and then a private midwife before she took up potting fulltime.

I called and she sounded really pleased to hear from me and she yes, come around now and she'd have beers on the table waiting and added, excitedly, what a wonderful way to spend an afternoon – "Are you still as handsome as you were?"

Rather immodestly I replied "Of course", but managed to button my lip and not comment about her tits. Dad once told me she had the nicest knockers of any woman he'd bonked. He preferred that word to fucked. 

Figuring I was at last about to get somewhere with this problem with Gloria, I went across city to the river where Jacqui lived, just above flood level, half wondering about how she could help me intellectually or at least as a practical counselor and half hoping she'd exposed her tits. 

When dad had mentioned her knockers to me – were quite drunk at the time – he did say she loved to...how did he put it? Yeah, to flaunt them. I'd thought at the time that's my kind of woman, and right now I knew she really was. It would just be my luck to find she was remarried or had some fucker sitting with her, arm around her, and grinning at me.

I parked on the street and walked down the very steep driveway down the ancient riverbank – over centuries the river had lowered itself by some fifty feet. I rehearsed how to behave politely by not looking at her tits and to smile and say what a pleasant afternoon it was. I remembered dad had taught her to greet people saying in his ex-Pommy voice, "Good afternoon, how do you do?" I used to practice it as well.

Jacqui was reading on a sun loafer under the trees when I approached. She saw me, the book went flying and she rushed me. She smashed those tits against me and kissed me, flush on the lips and gushed, "I'm so happy to see you again, my sweet boy." And then she stepped back, straightening her hair; that magic moment was over, or so I thought.

Rather stupidly,or so it seemed at that moment, I grinned and said, "Good afternoon, how do you do?" in what dad calls Best Royal Accent. Jacqui's mouth fell open, she screamed with laughter and came against me and held up her face to be kissed. And did we kiss.

"Naughty boy," she chided at the finish when my tongue had 'accidentally' slipped into her mouth. But she was laughing and I could see the look in her eyes had intensified: she was now thinking about it. I told myself not to rush it, that I needed to say things to coddle her feelings then she'd open those legs for me, if that's what I wanted. 

Oh yeah!

We went over to table on the terrace and I opened the two pints, and we sipped straight from the bottle like guys do up north. Dad had taught her to throw away the glasses.

I talked about my current work and she answered questions about her potting, and she said since her six months working alongside great potters in Japan her income had gone through the roof and some of her work was now appearing in collector's publications. She looked quite embarrassed when I smiled at her in admiration.

"How's your wife – Gloria, isn't it?"

During the next few minutes I told her everything and she listened, not interrupting which, thinking back, was quite amazing for her, but to be fair I was now seeing the semi-professional side to Jacqui for the first time.

"Firstly," she said when I'd finished and was, I think, looking at her like a hound dog, "I have to say you both had been very childish over your reasons for not seeking medical help. What on earth do you hope to achieve by such churlish behavior? Can't you see if you are shooting blanks you may as well be shooting them into your handkerchief if conception is the purpose of firing them, and then even if each shot is premium quality its fate it similar when entering a female if her reproductive system is either temporarily or permanently faulty?"

I groaned, "Yes, we are both aware of that. But we seemed to get entrenched in our positions and there was no-one to dig us out."

"Is talking to me going to make any difference?" asked Jacqui, almost mocking me, which started to make my boiler steam.

Then I thought yelling at her would achieve nothing, so I shrugged and muttered, "It could." 

Her lips opened and turned into a tiny smile.

"Good," she said, "I'm getting you two into professional counseling."

"Whoa!"

Jacqui looked pissed off but listened as I told her about 'Bring-in-a-Cock Mr Mercer' as I called him. She looked at me sympathetically as I spoke about my suspicions and then travelling all the way back here to do something about it, but in the end virtually doing nothing. 

She clapped her hands when I related how I scoured 'I'm a Mother Fucker' on the door of his F-150, but chided me saying I should have written wife fucker as I was bringing the name mother into disrepute.

I apologized as she laughed and told me to continue. When I got to the bit about destroying the guy's trouser zip by ripping it apart she almost fell out of her chair laughing. But then turned serious.

"So, I gather you want to sort this matter out before even considering counseling?"

I nodded.

"I see," she said. "So you've not come here seeking solutions, you just wanted to be able to talk to someone about it?"

I nodded.

"Oh my poor darling," she said and came and sat on my knees. We kissed and her tongue slipped into my mouth and found mine. Instantly my dick was trying to lift her up from my knees like an elevator."

"Oh dear," she said, in a tone that I interpreted that this little session would be going no further. "Just feel your finger nails, will you?"

She told me afterwards it was quite common for women to feel a man's fingernails before opening her vagina to them. I'd never known that.

Jacqui shot off into the house and came back with a fucking manicure set. My dick slumped in despair.

She went to work. Part way through looked up and caught my scowl.

"Here, you better have something to play with," she smiled, opening the front of her dress.

It didn't surprise me that Jacqui turned out to be the best fuck I'd ever had to that time. We'd collapsed, both lightly panting, on to the crusty old brick patio, oblivious to the hard, lumpy surface that was to play hell with my knees. I ripped her bra apart as she screamed lustfully and got my face between those two silken beauties. Surprisingly the nipples remained little bigger than pimples, even when erect, but still large enough to latch my teeth on to and they did s-t-r-e-t-c-h.

My plan was to bounce around in tittyland until I tired, then go down and lick her into ecstasy, but Jacqui had other ideas, obviously wanting the main event early. I felt her lift up and guessed that was her panties coming off and then felt her unzip me and fumble around.

Just as I was lifting my head to enquire what was going on she said in a very aroused voice – "For fuck-sake, Mike, start plowing."

So I turned from titty-licker to plowman instantly, and got her gurgles of delight and affectionate slaps on the back as indications of her appreciation as I slid my willing mate into her channel. Although regrettable I still was fully dressed, there was no problem about feeding her enough length.

"Ohmigod, your father..."

She tailed off, but I knew what she was thinking. She'd about to say that dad was long and thick but that I...well what else can a guy do but smile proudly.

"It's all in the genes," I said, whispering into her ear as I nibble it, and she convulsed into a series of orgasms.

"Oh, diddle-me-dee," she sighed, as if floating above us on a balloon.

A little later she sighed again and I felt her climax inside and then leaking out on my backstroke and it washing on to her thighs, increasing our squelchy slapping and we came together on our down strokes.

"Come on slowcoach," she grinned, but hey, I was in for the long haul. I...

She rested there, her brown hair fanned out on the bricks, her hazel eyes sparkling; it would have made a great photograph. I watched the corners of her mouth tighten slightly and enormous pressure came on to my dick and it struggled to pull back for the next thrust, Jacqui by now was motionless.

There was lube galore, so that was not the problem, and this seemed to be a lot more than a bit of cunt muscle byplay.

"Pull back a little more," she whispered.

Sweat jumped to my brow as I pulled back through a vice.

"Withdraw more please darling," she whispered and I obliged until my ass was way up and only a couple of inches of my squashed dick remained in her cunt. And then my dickhead was clamped fearsomely, and my eyes watered in near pain; then cum shot from me like a rocket, and I wheezed and rattled and groaned as if I'd been run over by a truck.

"Oh darling, you ejaculated for little ol' me," she simpered, wearing a triumphant grin. 

When we adjourned to the comfort indoors for some more fucking.

During a break Jacqui said that when a midwife she used to teach women how to strengthen their muscles after birth to avoid leaking urine.

"I began doing the exercises myself upon learning that a side effect was that it helped enjoyment in sex," she said. "You're got the same PC muscle, though different in shape and location to a woman but you can use it to control the coming of ejaculation. It's called the pubococcygeus muscle. 

'Cumming of ejaculation' indeed.

I staggered home and had a long bath and felt refreshed when Gloria arrived home just before 6:30.

It was almost like old times. We chatted away freely and shared the chores and eventually it was bedtime.

"Remember darling," she said, not looking at me. "No sex until you get yourself checked medically.

I said nothing but on my back in the darkness, with a very exhausted dick resting very limp, the image of an unshaven vulva filled my mind – the hair over it was brown, not blonde. For the next couple of hours I thought about what the owner of that brown-haired vulva had been telling me about conception difficulties faced by many couples.

She'd said statistics indicated the problem or problems were weighted 40% to women, 40% to men with the remainder shared between both parties. 

Well, that at least cleared up something for me. All along my little fucker of a wife had insisted that the problem was 90% a male problem.

Next morning Gloria kissed and cuddled me and I played along, played with her tits to make it appear authentic although I was not a happy husband. I made no effort to touch pussy, nor was it presented to me which was fortunate; I'm not sure I would have jumped at the chance of having full on sex with my wife.

After she left for work I went through the stack of accounts to pay, and there was no account from the security firm for a call-out to inspect our alarm. That puzzled me but working on a hunch I went though last month's folio of paid accounts waiting to be filed, and found that account had been paid – and paid out of Gloria's personal check account. 




Betrayed Over Conception Ch. 02



I grinned, the sneaky little fucker, had paid it privately, not wanting to be questioned what had happened with the house alarm.

With time on my hands I filed paid accounts and it was only when I was walking out of the study did I realize that Gloria would be aware I would have read that account before I filed it. I wondered if she'd now transfer the amount she'd paid for a household item from our joint account into her personal account. I'd watch out for that.

The phone went.

"Hullo darling."

Now, not a lot of women call me that – it wasn't mom, it wouldn't be Gloria and the voice wasn't Jacqui's voice and Nancy only had my cell phone number.

"Er," a name came to me, "Liz?"

"Oh, you've got other women who call you darling, have you?"

It was Liz.

"I struggle to think of any."

"Your mom?"

"Oh yeah."

"Gloria?"

"Um."

"Oh, the legs still crossed, are they? Have you gathered any evidence?"

"None, and I don't know what to do. That's why I called you and left a message to call me when Gloria was at work."

"And here I am."

"Well, I wanted to ask..."

"No, not on the phone, Mike. You're too smooth to act like a cheapskate."

"What restaurant should I meet you at?"

"Restaurant Mike? Wouldn't you rather go to a deli and get some low-cal food and a couple of bottles of bubble and eat here at my house in bed?"

"Where?" I asked weakly, wondering if my hearing had suddenly become defective."

"Oh grow up, Mike," she laughed, and disconnected the call.

My dick had risen, apparently trying to stare at the phone.

It was only just after 10:00, but I started getting ready. I shaved again, had a shower while having a long gargle. Then I sat at Gloria's dressing table and filed my nails into her trash bin. I then trimmed the hair around my dick like Nancy was always pleading me to do although she really wanted me to have a Brazilian.

If I was going to fuck my plump sister with her at times po-face, I was going to do it with grace as Mr Cool, giving her a fuck to remember for the rest of her unhappy life, though come to think of it she didn't seem unhappy on the phone. In fact she sounded – and this was a surprising word to use in connection with Liz – vivacious.

Perhaps she was on something? Then I thought, no, the crafty fucker knew it was her chance at last to get at the dick of her handsome brother.

Was I handsome? Well Gloria used to think so until recently, Nancy is prepared to feed me that line and yesterday when Jacqui was sweeping her dripping cunt all over my face and hair she was cooing "This massage will make your face even more handsome". Yes, not merely handsome, she'd said even more handsome.

For the benefit of Liz, I dressed in my fabulous silk shirt, beltless slacks but no underpants and slip-ons with no socks. 

I just needed to zip into the deli, get a tray of tasteless lo-cal muck, two bottles of champagne and I was ready to get my dear sister the time of her life.

Oh boy, did I feel good!

My cell phone went; it was Nancy.

"Hi," what are you doing?"

"About to go out and fuck that sister I was telling you about."

"Liz Mason."

"Yeah." How the fuck can women remember a name when only hearing it once?"

"How come you remembered her name?"

"I suspected she might be competition."

Jesus! Don't women's minds work in wonderful ways?

We chatted and she finally asked, "Are Gloria's legs still closed?"

"Yes."

"Oh you poor boy, I won't keep you any longer. You go to Liz."

"Thanks darling. I'm looking forward to seeing on shift on Sunday."

"You arrive to be with me a couple of hours early, you bastard," she giggled. "I will have gone a full week without having a fuck – probably some sort of record for a female of my age."

TO BE CONTINUED 



Betrayed Over Conception Ch. 03



Engineer Mike Giles and wife Gloria have been unable to start a family and neither will undergo tests, fearful of being identified as the problem party. Gloria takes a lover leading Mike to suspect her motive is pregnancy. The tipoff came from his wife's sister Liz. He sneakily identifies this bastard.. Now a young woman who befriends him sexually tells him what she thinks about his situation.  

SEVEN

At the deli, I said to the assistant I was going to visit a fat lady who was dieting to loose some weight and I wished to impress her because I wanted something from her.

The young assistant licked her lips and said, "You can have something from me if you wish."

Christ, she was only eighteen or nineteen. Young girls these days are a menace – where do they get this sexual openness from? Certainly not their mom's! They must be learning it from gay teachers filling schools these days.

The shock on my face elicited a sad sigh from her and she whispered – "Good luck, give her one for me." She then filled up little pots of starvation diet and added a bag of fried chicken. winking and saying "You've got to keep your pecker up."

I said thanks, handed her the money and she gave me my change; I stood looking at her, and she looked right back, not moving either although someone was waiting for attention down the far end of the counter.

The assistant was really cute, not much to her but looked fit and keen. Obviously she was waiting for me to say something.

"Look, I'm sorry but you're young while I'm almost 36, halfway toward being an old man."

"But you are a man; I'm sick of these quick-firing kids who think the whole world begins and end at the wet end of their dick. Some of my cock-mad girlfriends are little better. I'd love the experience of being with a married man."

"Very tempting, you are so cute," I said weakly. "Perhaps I call back here before too long?"

"I'd like that. Bye - I better serve old sour puss down there."

"Be faithful to your wife," hissed the old bag and eavesdropper as I brushed past her fat ass. I reached the door before I realized it was Mrs Roberts, who lived in our street.

Well, well, I thought as I drove into Liz's driveway. It was an impressive house, more upmarket than mine. Although the asshole husband had beaten her up when he felt mean, she'd come out of the fuck-up marriage rather well. I pictured her inside in bed with her steamy twat wide open and ready for me. Well, sometimes a guy has to make a sacrifice or two. 

Actually, I thought if she were dieting perhaps she'd lost a few pounds and she'd probably got some cash in the marriage dissolution so had spend some on better hair dressing and makeup. The ill-fated marriage would have given her a man regularly which may have given her a better outlook on life, and the punching may have put more sting into her tail. But this was merely how I saw it and look at my record at dealing in human relationships!

A woman came bounding down the steps yelling at me in delight. I knew the voice but my brain didn't want to believe what it was seeing – it was telling me this couldn't be Liz.

What a transformation – she still wasn't a stunner like her sister but by god she wasn't too far from being second off the rank.

Liz stood off from me, trembling like a young colt – wanting to come really close but a little unsure. I decided to wind her up a bit.

"Hi," I said, and looking up at the door: "Is Liz in?"

"I am Liz, you fool," she giggled.

"Ohmigod," I yelled, pretending to scratch my head and she launched herself at me, slamming me against my truck and she rained sweet kisses all over my face and neck.

"God, your body's like steel," she said, and I felt like John Wayne going in to help defend The Alamo - a re-run and the only Western my dad ever took me to see. Up north, to break the monotony I work out twice a day as does Nancy and I regularly pitch in and help the guys move heavy steel shutters as they find it quicker than waiting for mobile cranes.

"Your body – well um," I said, stopping before I began stuttering. It was almost too much.

"Like it," she giggled, pirouetting for me.

"Oh yeah, best miracle I've seen all year." That was fairly close to the truth it earned me a huge brownie point.

"What have you got for me?" she asked, and I looked at her with a stupid smile, thinking she'd be looking down below my belt. But no, she was looking through the window of my Chevy at the two trays of food and two bottles of bubbly.

"Stuff to keep you in shape and booze to get you drunk."

"You naughty boy," she giggled. Women always seem to say that to me when I began to tickle their button.

I followed a lovely butt up the steps as we carried out lunch indoors – and then outdoors to a patio beside a combined lap pool and spa. It was a pretty mean sight and I was most impressed – big money went into this as it was surrounded by gardens on three sides and a small grove of trees were almost overhanging the spa.

"Let's go for a swim before lunch"

"I didn't bring swim gear," I said, my heart beginning to race.

"You haven't got anything I haven't seen before."

Liz had put her sunglasses on and when I stripped down and she saw my old mate she swallowed, lifted her sunglasses and said, "Well, almost nothing that I haven't seen before. I thought your father was big, but wow!"

"My father? When did he..."

"At your wedding when Gloria went up to dress in her going away clothes and you and best man Arnold were chatting up the bridesmaids."

"Shouldn't you have been helping Gloria to dress – you were chief bridesmaid?"

"Mom was eager to help and your dad had just whispered something into my ear so the two moms went up to help Gloria which got the coast cleared for me very nicely."

"Oh."

Liz then stripped off, posing momentarily for me to see some pretty cool underwear; it looked French. That came off pretty slowly and she stood again, giving me a great eyeful. I couldn't see her eyes behind the dark sunglasses but her mouth was spread in a knowing smile.

"I've had my body overhauled at great expense, but it was worth it, don't you think?"

"I nodded dumbly. Her fat guts and thighs were gone and her knockers were down to 36ers I reckon and even the ass was elegant. But the surgeons had also shaved fat from under her jaw and even on her cheeks, straightened her nose and her wide mouth now seemed balanced of her face. Being trained in design, I could see the relationship between features - the medical remodellers had done a fine job.

Of course I'd never seen her nude before but could tell the slit of her cunt looked larger than Gloria's, which was what her mother had gone on about all those years ago, attempting to get me to switch sisters. But really, I'd consider myself a loyal guy, and having met Gloria first would not have switched to Liz even if she'd looked at she does now. 

However I'd probably have nailed her before dad did while remaining faithful to Gloria in my own way.

"You shave," I croaked, or at least pretended to croak as women really like seeing a guy overwhelmed.

"Oh, you noticed?" she said with no more emphasis as if I'd said I liked her sunglasses.

"Cool sunglasses."

"You like them?" she replied excitedly. "I bought them off the Internet from a fashion house in Paris. They're Italian and many of my girlfriends just rave about them. They make me feel so fashionable, so elegant and..."

"Cut the crap, Liz," I said, realizing she was pulling my tit.

"I've had my vulva tweaked a bit as well, but then you've never seen it before, have you? You may take a close inspection if you wish – don't be shy."

"C-c-could we swim some laps?" I asked. That damn stutter that comes when females begin overwhelming me was back.

I swam two lengths alone and paused; Liz slid down into the water beside me and kissed me gently.

"I'm so glad you're home. I've been waiting for you to see the new me. In the past you never gave me a second glance, sexually speaking, not that I blamed you."

Time to be inventive.

"Look, keep this under you hat, please. I often thought of humping you but I felt the need to keep loyal to Gloria."

"Oh Mike, how chivalrous of you, and now she'd done the dirty on you, the little bitch. You poor man, I've just got to be very kind to you."

"C-c-could we swim some laps?" I asked. As I peeled off the lengths I thought what a shallow guy I was; was she was plump and dowdy I was not interested in her yet that changed as seen as she invested thousands of bucks to be a total uplift. Inside she was still the same Liz, though obvious more confidant and satisfied.

We dried off but didn't dress and had a lovely time under the sun umbrella catching up, mainly about my work up north (I described Nancy to Liz in great detail) and Liz told me about her failed marriage and how she was almost off men for life – "except for my sexy brother."

"When did you last have sex?" I asked, very concerned, imaging her - I know this is conceited - that she'd been waiting months for my body.

"Last week, and such a pounding I could barely walk next day," she grinned.

We broke laughting.

She turned serious and said it was time to talk about Gloria.

Usually Gloria told her everything but all she'd said about her occasional visitor was that she was 'getting it' to fill in her loneliness in Mike's absence. " What do you want me to do, Mike."

I asked her to work on Gloria to get as much information as she could. In particular was she getting this guy Mercer in only during the period when she was likely to conceive or was he being invited to visit more frequent than that?

"Ready for sex now Mike?"

I wasn't ready for the question but I already had the answer in my head.

"Listen, I'm a little uneasy about doing it with you on our home patch. The new you has really got me excited and I would like to, well, almost court you, rather than just have a quick bang. How do you feel about that?"

"Relax. Your suggestion is cool."

"I phone you from time to time and we don't work Sundays so if it's OK with Nancy I'd like to meet you at a half-way point just over a hundred miles north of here – there's a lovely restaurant and I'll book you in to the motel on the riverbank for Saturday night and Sunday night if you wish. I can be there around 2:00 on Sunday morning and will have to leave around 4:00 that afternoon, so we could have a lovely day relaxing and talking and, if you feel like it, you might even wish to have sex."

"Well, what can a girl say? That sounds a lovely day, Mike. I hope it will be raining heavily."

"Raining, why?"

"What else is there to do on a rainy day if you're stuck in a motel with a guy?"

"Oh," I grinned, promising her I'd speak to the meteorological people.

We kissed long and beautifully and I resisted pawing at her. I went home, had a cold shower and had cocktails ready for Gloria when she arrived and told her we were eating out. She was delighted.

EIGHT

I filled in the next day visiting my folk for lunch and calling around on my inlaws. It was only 3.45 when I completed that so I had almost three hours to fill in before Gloria would be home. I phoned Jacqui but there was no reply, which was a mistake, because the thought of a couple of hours in the sack with her had got my motor running.

At 4.05 I arrived outside the deli, and went in. 

The young assistant was down the far end taking off her white cap and long white apron and talking to an older woman who probably ran the deli.

The younger woman saw me and waved and, I thought, looked absolutely delighted to see me. 

We went next door for coffee – actually she had juice.

"Look, I said half-truthfully. You gave me the hots this morning and I've been thinking about you all afternoon. I can't give much but can join you in a one-off cuddle now if you wish; but please tell me to shove off if that's how you feel.

"Now?" she said.

I nodded.

"Ohmigod. You naughty boy."

There were go again, an eighteen-year-old calling me a boy. What makes them do this?

She looked ready to say yes, but I decided to tell her the truth.

"I regret to say..."

Her face fell a foot.

"...that I can spare only an hour and a half."

She beamed and said she had the ability to cum in five minutes if necessary.

"Come on," she said. "Leave your coffee, we're wasting prime time."

"Floor it!" she yelled. "Second on the right and straight up to the top of the hill, and into the pine trees on the left."

She had me excited and I burned rubber as if I were a pimply-faced kid on his first chance of nookie.

"I'm Kayte, I'm almost twenty, clean as far as I know and I'm on the pill."

"I'm Mike, married, clean as far as I know and love to fuck."

She giggled, and said she knew my name, Mike Giles.

"Did fat-ass Mrs Roberts tell you?"

"Yes, and she warned me off you, saying you have a beautiful wife who looks like a film star. Why are interested in me."

"You want the truth?"

"Yes."

"You might not like it."

"Try me."

"Because she's closed her legs on me, my balls are tight, and I need a fuck."

"Ohmigod," she cried, turning pink. "I'm having an orgasm and you haven't even touched me."

"That's nice for you," I said sourly. "Do I turn round and take you back."

"For fuck sake, act your age," she giggled, "Now push your ass forward."

She unzipped me, dug in and pulled our my eager mate, who she tried to swallow whole in one gulp and pulling back off it, asked, "How on earth can I deal with all of this?"

"Sweetie – it's not a competition," I soothed. "Just take as much into your mouth as you feel comfortable with; I assure you the result will be the same whether you take three inches or take the lot."

I received a quick BJ and she was swallowing cum as we drove into the glade of trees. She wiped her chin and looked up at me with an inscrutable face and asked, "Was I okay? 

The smile that broke out when I answered truthfully, "That was HOT!" was a joy to see. I wondered if at that moment her Mom would have been proud of her young daughter; needless to say her father would have been reaching for my throat, with both hands, attempting to perform a protective role out of ignorance. Sometimes young women need a good man to get them tuned in; even his daughter understands that.

That adoring look in her eyes stimulated me. In low four-wheel-drive we went deep into the glade were probably no vehicle has ever been and when we stopped she stroked my ego: "Wow, that was some driving, you have me quite terrified at times yet underneath I felt I was in safe hands."

What a delightfully young lady. I moved my seat back and she came over on to me. I put those safe hands round her and began removing her clothes.

"I prefer to keep on my panties," she whispered.

"Real women have them off to fuck," I whispered, and eagerly she help me remove them, assisting my old mate to get that extra half inch he occasionally gets when things are looking good.

With dribbles of cum drying on her face, Kayte bared her teeth saying that my clothes were coming off. Who was I to argue? So I assisted her. She didn't say a word but I knew by the way she stroked my arms, shoulders and six-pack belly that she was impressed.

Then when the old mate popped out she slumped almost in a faint I thought but no, she was rolling a condom on. What a great babe! 

"Do I have to have that up my ass?"

I almost ejaculated in shock. I said no, I don't assfuck; she reached up and kissed me.

Hmmm, what could I do for her? Her tits were the size of a bunched handkerchief and like many young smarter young things today, she was all skin and bone. Oh well, a couple of nipple licks and go down and see if some cunt licking will get her going. 

But obviously the tiny nipples were super-sensitive because she oohed on the first lick, so I stayed on the job and soon had her groaning and bucking and calling me some of the best lover's names I've been called during a casual fuck. It was great and to my surprise I found I was getting more out of this than a release from the nuts that was still to come. Heh-heh-heh.

Well, she said she wanted tuition from a real man, so I was pleased to deliver.

"You're good," I said. "A man likes to feel his babe being involved and a couple of squeals now and then works wonders, but don't over do-it and if you have to cry make sure you give the impression you're crying out of eternal gratification – keep a smile on you face while blubbering. Many men get scared when women cry.

"Are you going to check my fingernails?" I added.

"No, whatever for?"

I told her and she was fascinated, saying what a great piece of advice that was.

"My mom advised me to team up with an older man as old dogs know tricks. Actually, perhaps I should introduce you to my mom; she's feeling the magic is going out of her sex life. A good rev up from you would do her good."

"Er, no thanks. I got a little harem around me at the moment."

"Oh goodie – tell me about them."

"Let's do this first," I said, pulling her up a little and feeding my erection into her tiny looking slit but as I expected, it widened to take the whole lot but we were huffing and puffing a bit. She lay still over me, red-faced and smiling while I started rocking. It was tight but thinking back I reckon Gloria would have been even tighter, but really, can a guy think back that far?

As Kayte began to feel comfortable, aware that I was able to move in and out okay, she gritted her teeth and began hitting her rhythm; we were away.

"This is delicious," she gasped.

I grunted to her she'd doing fine and she wiped sweat from over my eyes and whispered that she was cumming.

What? No gasps, moans, groans, screams and wild threshing about. No, just some shudders and I felt the extra wetness.

"You okay?" I asked.

She nodded, said yes and urged me not to stop, saying she was capable of cumming several times a session. Oh boy, there was nothing much of her but she did have quite a lot going for her.

Kayte came twice more and I was tiring and sweating and beginning to panic that I might be having a one-shot session, which was rare for me.

"I want you to fill my hole with your lovely juicy cum, thick cum that will dribble out of me for days. This fucking monster cock of yours is the biggest visitor I've had; it is invited to leave its calling card of thick oozing cum."

After that little dirty speech, Kayte got my right nipple between her teeth and bit it.

"Yeeooowh!" I howled and jerked cum into her for almost half a minute. For a novice, she was fucking brilliant. But she a novice or was it she was sly and knew how to snare a guy? She was kind about my slowness to shooting my load.

"It's cramped in here and the seat is not really designed for fucking," she said smiling. "You've done very well."

Kayte lay on me, wanting me to remain inside her. She pestered me so I gave brief profiles of Gloria, Nancy, Liz and Jacqui, explaining their connections with me.

"Am I invited to comment?"

Clever young lady. If I said no that would make me out to be a mean guy.

"Yes, but don't be brutal."

"Gloria and you must offer yourselves for fertility testing – I don't have to be a sex therapist or physician to give you that piece of advice. You have a problem with Gloria in that she doesn't love you any more and it seems you have also lost desire and respect for her. I wouldn't have a clue if you can reconnect again to regain what's been lost.

"Nancy sounds a lovely person but too young for you.

"Liz desires you but could she ever love you? I'm not sure if she knows what she wants going on the brief details you've given me.

"I suspect the best fuck of all of them is Jacqui, but she doesn't need you or anyone else hanging around. But keep the relationship ticking over, and any time you need to have a good talk, good food and a good fuck you know where to go."




Betrayed Over Conception Ch. 03



"It that all? You sound quite knowledgeable."

"I'm training as a social worker – I have no lectures on Tuesday which is when I work in my aunt's deli. These, of course, are only opinions based on so little information and no research that they really are next to worthless. But I feel the exchange of thoughts stimulates thought. Do you want my conclusion?

"Yeah, why not. I certainly haven't managed to come to any conclusions and I'm the major player."

"Consider terminating with Gloria and try to get something going with Nancy but you must let her have her career."

"Nancy?"

"Yes, Mike. Life is not just about fucking, you know. You two have been living closely together for a couple of months and from what you said really enjoy each other's company. It must be boring living on a construction site but you've said it's not because you have Nancy with you. You probably have more in common with her than all of the other females combined."

Nancy? 

I was staggered. The truth was that at the back of my mind I was wondering about finishing with Gloria and doing something with Liz, but Nancy?

I looked at my watch and suggested we go once more. Kayte wriggle her ass in agreement. I suggested we go outside on to the pine-needles; I had a blanket and pillow on the back seat.

Lo! With Kayte face down on the pillow and me swinging by my hands on her tiny titties, I gave her a doggie rut that had her panting, sweating, screaming and writhing.

"Oh God, that is my best fuck ever," she exclaimed through tears of joy. "What an absolute fantastic finale."

"Steady on," I said, grinning. "It was only a fuck."

NINE

I arrived home to a huge shock that sent my mind reeling. 

I'd not taken my cell phone because I wanted a day out relaxing. I checked the phone and there were three messages – Liz inviting me to lunch tomorrow and Jacqui inviting me to escort her to an potters' dinner on Thursday night. There was no answer to either number so I left messages of acceptance. The third call was from my engineering student-lover, Nancy.

"Mike, I've hit a bit of a problem – I'm pregnant."

My mouth went dry as I listed to her continue.

"Confirmed it yesterday and the doctor said this occasionally happens. I'm sorry Mike, but I can't possibly allow it to develop as I want my career. I've been granted time off and am heading home now. Mom thinks it's the best thing to do, but says I must talk to you. Phone me Mike."

Well, well, well. So I don't shoot blank shots: but trust me to think of that first. 

I ran a bath and poured a double whisky, and settling into the bath had a half hour talk with Nancy, making sure I was ever so nice to her, which wasn't difficult. She asked me what I would have done in her position. I said I'd chosen abortion. 

She was adamant that I was not to come to her. I'd said I'd jump into my truck within the half hour. 

"Please, please don't Mike. I want you to meet the folk under better circumstances. Mom is being fantastic and has everything under control."

Nancy asked me had I not been married, would my reply been any different. I didn't think so. Then I said what I felt – that had I not been married and had she wanted to keep the fetus I would have been prepared to marry her. She'd been cool up to then, but that opened the floodgates. 

She said we had agreed not to mention sweet nothings in our relationship, that she knew I liked her because it showed but she had no idea my feelings went deeper than that, that this was simply amazing.

I wanted to say steady on, that I was not saying I loved her, but already her mind was running with that theme.

"I've got to go now," I said, the low battery light flicking.

"I can't say I love you, Mike, as I don't know yet."

When in the bedroom I phoned site administration for Nancy's home address and then phoned a florist in her home town and ordered two dozen red roses to be delivered to her next day, the message being, 'Thinking of you, Mike'

Gloria arrived home and announced she was going out for dinner with a friend. She had a bath, we had a cocktail and a liesurely conversation just like any two half-strangers would have.

She left just after 8:00 when it was getting dark. She permitted me to kiss her on the cheek, making no mention what I'd find in the kitchen to have for my dinner.

As her vehicle turned the corner, I jumped into my truck and took off.

Her Japanese sports car had distinctive tail lights, so I had no trouble tailing her.

TO BE CONTINUED... 



Betrayed Over Conception Ch. 04



Engineer Mike Giles and wife have been unable to start a family and neither will undergo tests, fearful of being identified as the problem party. Gloria takes a lover leading Mike to suspect her motive is pregnancy. The tip off came from his wife's sister Liz. He sneakily identifies this bastard before deciding how to deal with it. Then he learns that his girlfriend on his worksite 200 miles north is pregnant which answers the question about his alleged infertility problem. Mike now follows Gloria to see is she is meeting her lover.  

TEN

Mike followed the sports car driven by his wife Gloria to a stately house in the street lined by trees – Summit Street. She'll stop at number 13, the home address of James Henry Mercer, thought Mike, and that's what she did. 

A heavily built man in a dark sports jacket and light slacks came out of the house, waved to Gloria, and hurried to the car, getting into the passenger's seat. Mike's expression remained passive as the watched the outlines of their heads come together for a fifteen second greeting. Gloria then drove off and Mike followed, glad that she hadn't doubled back as she may have recognized his truck.

He flipped though radio stations till finding a sound he liked – it was C&W but that was fine and it was some little while before he caught the words, 'You're Breaking My Heart'. The next tune was little better, 'Wild Woman' and Mike sighed at the next tune, 'Heartbroken and Lonely'. It was great knowing he was not alone!

The sports car ahead turned into a parking lot beside a small stand alone restaurant. Mike parked and was happy to find a restaurant most conveniently located right opposite. It was Thai food which he didn't particularly like, but then unless he was the cook he often ate food he didn't particularly like. He asked to be seated at a particular table – one that allowed him to watch the restaurant doorway across the street and the entrance to its parking lot.

"Sorry sir, this table is reserved."

Mike sat at that table, a twenty buck incentive encouraging the waitress to place the 'reserved' sign on to another table. He was halfway through his second bottle of beer when Henry and Gloria were shown to their table – obviously they had been at the bar. Their table was only one back from the window and he could see their faces lit from below by candles; they looked grotesque.

Watching them and feeling nothing in particular, not even the desire to slap them both a bit for being naughty for trying to get Gloria pregnant, Mike wondered if this was their farewell meeting – that Gloria either had decided this was not acceptable or, damn it, she was pregnant which was unlikely considering his latest news. 

But then she could have been tested and been re-wired or whatever they do. He phoned Liz to talk to her about Gloria but was invited to leave a message. He panted heavily into the phone and grinned; she'd be startled to have a heavy breather but perhaps had a system that enabled her to identify the caller's number. Either way, it didn't matter.

A soup with some things floating in it arrived, and the charming Asian waitress explained what it was. She wore a spicy perfume and without thinking Mike asked her what it was; the name meant nothing to him but it switched on the woman's interest in him. Glancing to the back of the restaurant, she turned back to Mike and whispered, "I finish at 11:00 if you want."

"Want what?" Mike asked, pretending to play dumb.

"If you don't know what it's for I'll enjoy showing you," she grinned.

"I'm a happily married man."

"I am also, but know how to make myself happier," she giggled.

"Some other time, perhaps."

"Oh, I'm so sad," she replied, looking very sad.

Across the road the lovers were talking, waiting for their first course.

Mike phoned Nancy.

"Hullo, sweetie. How do it go?"

She replied excitedly.

"Good Mike, it went well and I'm weary through being distraught but am fine, especially now hearing your voice."

"What about emotionally?"

"To tell you the truth, a bit like you over Gloria – confused and not knowing what button to push."

"Does that mean you're thinking of dumping me?"

"Mike – don't say that, of course not."

Mike was thrilled to hear the alarm and passion in her voice – never having received such intensity from her before other than in bed.

"Okay, sorry and I'm thrilled to hear that."

"Thrilled? That's an usual word for you."

"It's how I feel after what you've just said."

"Oh Mike, you make me so happy. Mom and dad don't want me to go back to the site; I've still got another month before returning to university."

"You decide what's best for you, Nancy – put yourself before of all of us."

"That's kind of you to say that, Mike."

"I'm that sort of person. Well, I ought to go and let you rest up."

"Keep talking to me, Mike. What are you doing right now?"

So Mike told her, and Nancy was fascinated.

"Don't assault him, Mike and don't touch Gloria. Do everything verbally and simply defend yourself if either of them strikes you if a showdown eventuates."

"Assault them? What do you mean?"

"Jimmy Carson told me about your exploits, Mike. I said he was an exaggerating bored mechanic so he took me into the men's washroom and showed me that press cutting Mike."

"I'm sorry you had to see that, Nancy. It wasn't pretty."

Jimmy told me you did brilliantly, Mike, that it was the only way you could get that brute MacKellar locked up without loosing respect for what he called ratting on one of your men."

"Jimmy told you that?"

"I just told you that, Mike."

"I know, but it's sort of like a secret society – the men don't talk about things like that to outsiders. I'm amazed."

"Perhaps you'll be amazed that the men now regard me as one of them, Mike."

"Jesus."

"That's more like it Mike."

We talked for almost an hour, and then she said her mom was waving at her to get off the phone and get to sleep.

"Do you think it will take much to get over this unfortunate situation?"

"I don't think so Mike, but one never knows with one's mind; it can be unpredictable. I was counseled about possibly psychological side-effects but Mike it just wasn't my time – I wasn't ready to mother a baby and I feel I should have some say in this. I've been on the Minipill as I have sensitivity to estrogen and occasionally, exceedingly rarely in fact, there is a breakdown or what they call a breakthrough, and my egg was fertilized."

"Oh."

"Are you all right, Mike?"

"More of less; this sort of medical talk tends to make me got a little green around the gills."

"You require more education and tender guidance Mike, to make you a more rounded person."

"Yeah, but who's going to want to do that?"

"I wonder," she giggled. "Good night, sweet one. No violence – promise."

"Yeah, I promise. Good night, baby. Heal thyself." " Oh Mike, you're teetering on becoming romantic. Oh, thanks a million for those glorious flowers. Mom was gob smacked."

Nancy cut the call before I could reply. Romantic – me?

The waitress brought me my main dish – chicken something. 

"I've keep this warm for you, as you were on the phone, but it's not the only thing I'm keeping warm for you," she giggled.

I grinned. She was rather cute for a 30-plus babe.

Across the street the other diners were cruising along, it appeared.

I finished up and paid the bill, handing the money plus a generous tip to the waitress. She looked at the money and said "Wow!" and as she escorted me to the door sighed: "I would be willing to swap this for another kind of tip."

I smiled and kissed her. She beamed, after looking nervously at the back of the restaurant where a husband or lover worked, no doubt.

"You're a very nice man."

I waited in my truck, listening to classical music. When they came out of the restaurant I drove forward, stopping opposite the parking lot when they stopped against the sports car and kissed. I was some distance away but clearly saw the arm of James Henry Mercer disappearing under the hem of my wife's short skirt and saw her legs widen – at least her shoe moved to the left quite some distance.

James or Jim or Jimmy or perhaps Harry Mercer's hand was snaking up to my little darling's pussy. I drove off quietly instead of doing a wheelie and screaming abuse at them. I may have appeared calm but my hands were squeezing the steering wheel as if trying to flatten it.

At home I went into the office and looked through Gloria's phone book for Liz's cell phone number – I only had her house phone number.

"Where are you?"

"Oh, Mike. Nice to hear from you. Actually I'm in the apartment of some bloke who's making coffee; I'm guessing he's figuring out how to get me into his bed."

"That's nice. What have you got from Gloria?"

"It's not good, Mike. Your hunch was correct – she teamed up with him; he's her boss at work who's currently separated from his wife. She explained to him she wanted him to get her pregnant and naturally how could he refuse. He began banging her on instructions – every two to three nights during the right term of her cycle.

"Then Gloria said it just happened; he asked for her a social fuck out of cycle and she was lonely and agreed, and the next night she phoned him to come over and now they've settle into a regular liaison, though still sleeping in their own homes."

Well, lucky Gloria, I thought.

"Does she know she's barren?"

"What do you mean?"

I lied and said I'd had myself tested and passed with flying colors.

"You mean you're not firing blanks – Gloria is convinced you are?"

"No, every shot is ready and primed, making me feel I'm a complete man."

"Don't get arrogant about it Mike, think of those poor sods who are firing blanks or have some other malfunction."

"I do, and feel sorry for them. In fact I feel humble that I am in full working order."

"What are you going to do?"

"If I divorced her, would you consider marrying me if asked?"

"Mike!"

"What?"

"You can be such a callous prick at times. Don't you know anything about romancing a woman?"

I rubbed my chin thinking she's stalling.

"Come on, Liz. You've had plenty of time thinking about it."

"You won't like my answer, Mike."

"Of course I will, I take nothing for granted."

She paused, obviously building up her courage.

"It would destroy my relationship with Gloria, Mike, and anyway you're too much of an insensitive, narrow vision male to live with permanently. Yes, I'd love you to fuck me – I'd climb all over that body of yours Mike. Go find yourself a little darling like that young engineer student you work with up north – a babe who will worship you without question; that's what you need."

"Is that a no?"

"Yes."

"But you're willing to rut whenever we both feel like it now and in the future?"

"I wasn't thinking of the future, but that sounds acceptable. Yes."

"Thanks Liz, for being so honest with me; I find what you've told me very agreeable, and thanks for telling me about Gloria and him."

"She calls him Henry."

"Thanks now go get your man."

When Gloria came home almost four hours later, she found me sleeping in the guest bedroom, only I wasn't sleeping. I heard her crying in the other bedroom until I fell asleep, still confused, but feeling the tiles were falling into place, indicating I'd soon be looking at the big picture.

ELEVEN

I lunched with Liz next day. We had a brilliant sixty-nine but both seemed not ready for full penetration. We didn't even need to discuss it. The food was starvation rations but she poured lovely wine.

I spent the two hours before Gloria came home looking at everything in the house and noting what I wanted in the carve-up, as driving home from Liz's I had decided to seek a divorce. 

Surprisingly, reaching that decision seemed neither to lighten nor weigh more heavily on my mind; I felt just the same – what do they call it? Oh yeah, just as shallow as usual. I actually thought of my tongue in Liz's twat more than my decision to end my marriage and then to my astonishment I found myself thinking that being with Liz in that manner I'd been unfaithful to Nancy.

That was an amazing thought – as there's nothing between me and Nancy except we share a bed and time together out of mutual convenience.

Loyalty?

I had to be joking. Just because you're shagging someone it does mean you're under lock and key, though I know some weirdoes think like that. Then I thought of my mom. She doesn't play around – I've no evidence of her fidelity to dad, but I don't need it; I know my mom. She was loyal despite being married to a compulsive stickman who's fucked enough other women to fill a village, and that's only considering the ones after his marriage.

My mind returned to Nancy.

Those men on site, they'd come to terms with Nancy, at least some of them had and influenced their colleagues. She'd won their respect without apparently trying as far as I am aware, and those guys had made it quite clear that she was accepted. Bloody amazing! There wouldn't have been a meeting with handclapping and presentation of a lapel pin or something like that. She'd just noticed that when she'd checked on their work they would have stood aside smiling, rather than scowling, and listened to her attentively instead of looking at if she didn't know her face from her ass when it came to construction work.

In all probability the first thing to happen would have been one morning, instead of going to get her first coffee, someone brought it to her as they do for supervisors and other bosses. 

Jesus, I wished I'd been looking at her unnoticed when that coffee was handed to her and she realized the significance. 

Then when she walked into the lunchroom instead of conversation dying and everyone looking at her ass and tits the conversations would have continued, though with everyone still looking at her ass and tits, but when she had her tray in her hands someone would have called, "Over here Nancy" and a space would have opened up and another guy would have called, "Not with those jerks, Nancy, over here."

We get concerned about the big things in life, yet what is big? I reckon Nancy being handed that cup of coffee that morning – and I really believe that's what happened – well that's not big – it's huge in the context of Nancy and her career.

Fuck, here am me getting all fuzzy about Nancy. What's going on here?

My musing shattered with Gloria bursting in, slamming her handbag on the table and almost snarling, "We've got to talk!"

"Agreed, I'll get the drinks first."

"Whisky!"

"No elegant cocktail?" That grinning quip earned me a big fat scowl.

"You go first," she said, running her tongue over the lip of her glass of whisky.

"Ladies first."

"I asked first."

I hold both palms at her and say I'm happy to begin.

"You're having an affair."

"Ha!" she said. "Your little brain has managed to work that one out, has it?

"Yeah, and I want a divorce."

"You arrogant, conceited man – you're the biggest adulterer in this street, probably the entire neighborhood."

Time to get her settled down.

"Does James Henry Mercer also fire blanks?"

The still very pretty face of Gloria Irene Giles – nickname Gig – turned ashen.

"Who told you? Don't answer, I know – Liz the bitch."

Time to tell an untruth.

"One of the neighbors wrote me."

"That fat nosey-parker Mrs Roberts; I feel like strangling her."

Mrs Roberts was the woman who'd bad-mouthed me in the deli; it suited me not to deny she was the informant.

"Insanely jealous I grabbed a heavy hammer and roared down here one night hoping to catch the bastard screwing you. To my delight he was parked here in our driveway."

Gloria's eyes were as big as drink coasters.

"But by then I'd cooled down, thinking that you being an adulterous bitch was no worse than me having my occasional fling. So I scratched a message on the door of his F-150..." Gloria finished the story for me.

"And came into the house, ripped his zip in his trousers and then set the alarm which scared the crap out of me when I went for a pee during the night."

"That's it babe, but I also got his name and address from his wallet and also had a good look at his photo before deciding what to do with him."

"But Mike, you can't touch him," Gloria cried, or rather whined. "Although he's much heavier than you he's an office softie – you'd beat him to pulp."

"Yeah, you remember that newspaper story I showed you a long time ago about that guy who messed up our admin girl on-site and told you how I did that to him?"

"Oh Mike, you can't – he'd be disfigured for life and he and I..."

She tailed off, biting her bottom lip.

"I figure you're trying to get him to impregnate you."

"Yes, and he's also fallen in love with me."

Time to really turn it on.

"Well, fancy that. As well as beating him up I'll cut his dick off."

"No, no!" screamed Gloria. "Please Mike, don't."

Tears were streaming from her. I'll say this about Gloria, it sounds impossible but she even looks beautiful when she cries.

"Hmmm, So where does this leave us, Gloria."

"I agree to a divorce?"

"When?"

"Immediately."

"Right, that's fine with me. I look around for another babe."

"There's Liz, you're seen the new look Liz, I know, because she's told me you've been to see her – twice."

I told her that I thought Liz had her own agenda and she seemed satisfied with that.

"Do you want me to move out?"

She said no, that we'd been living like an unmarried couple on and off for sometime so the only change in reality was looming finality.

I couldn't help it, I said that's a pretty cool way of putting it and she smiled and said if I wanted to, we could remain friends. I replied I'd like that, and that was the truth; all that really had happened was our marriage had run out of steam and neither of us was interested in stoking it back to life.

Gloria said since I was returning up country on Sunday morning she'd try to get our lawyer to see us tomorrow, unless I wanted separate legal representation.

"No, providing this is going to be an amicable parting."

"I don't see why not," she said. 

"Right, same lawyer and rapid conclusion is what I want."

"Good," she said, smiling softly, the edge of hostility I'd seen on her in recent months all but gone.

I excused myself and got the list of things I wanted from the house.

"I've made a list – you all me to take these things and you can have everything else and you can also have the car."

"You always were a calculating, methodical bastard," she grinned, taking the list. "Are you sure about the car, it's still worth a lot of money."

My Chevy was company-leased; I knew the value of the sports car. 

"You'll gain on the car to partly compensate for the hassles I've given you needlessly over the years, and we'll split everything else down the middle, which means selling to house but I willing to agree to you taking twelve months to quit it."

"That's very generous of you, Mike."

"I'm that kind of guy," I said, and we both grinned, knowing it was true.

"May I take you out to dinner this evening?"

"Yes, of course – I'd love that," I said, struggling to remember when she'd last paid for our meal out – my thirtieth birthday actually.

Very late that night, when I checked her bedroom to make sure she was asleep or at least snuggled down, I went to the study, closed the door, and phoned James Henry Mercer.

TWELVE

Harry Mercer pulled in beside me in his Mercedes at the riverside lookout.

I got out and we shook hands and sat on a bench seat.

"Is it okay if I remind you that last night you promise not to crack me one?"

The guy had guts – he asked me that and was grinning.





Betrayed Over Conception Ch. 04



"Yeah, anyway you look as if you'd given me some trouble putting you away."

He looked pleased by that and said he'd never seen Gloria as happy as she'd been arriving at work that morning. 

I knew Gloria had phoned him from the restroom at the restaurant, because she told me. Then when I phoned him for the meeting he'd told me that she'd phoned him with the news. He seemed to be a straight guy.

I didn't confess that it was me who'd ruined his trouser zip and wrote that obscenity on his company-leased car door, but guessed Gloria would have told him. He'd concede I had a right to be pissed off. Instead I asked him to never tell Gloria what I was about to tell him.

"Is it too her advantage that I remain tight-lipped?"

"I believe so – certainly to mine and I believe definitely to your advantage."

"Right, I'm willing to swear confidentiality."

"Just saying that is good enough for me. You appear to be a nice bloke," I said looking him straight in the eye; he didn't flinch so in my book he is trustworthy.

I told him about the development of Gloria's anxiety over not getting pregnant and how she tried pressurizing me even though she knew not to use that tactic if she wanted cooperation from me.

"So it ended up an impasse – we both refused to be first to enter fertility testing."

Harry said that's more or less how Gloria explained it but it was his impression from her that it was a fairly recent development, not something that had been going on for almost five years.

I could see it in his eyes he was shocked when I told him that Gloria was convinced it was 90% likely the problem lay with me.

Then I told him about Nancy's unexpected pregnancy. I didn't give him specifics.

"Jesus," he said. "And you could have been the only one to fertilize her egg, of course."

This bloke was a genius – he phrased that as a statement of fact, not a question; had he suggested there was someone else he would have been in danger of getting his head...well, he didn't.

"So you see, you've got to get Gloria to submit to testing. My information is that in many cases the malfunction within the system can be correct – and Gloria would be a fool denying the pregnancy she wants so much. She's got to give it her best shot."

Harry said he'd also give it his best shot and we stood up to go our separate ways, shaking hands. Then the big oaf, his eyes misting, fucking hugs me, patting me on the back and thanking me for my magnificent contribution to set him and Gloria on what he called "a new road to happiness." 

That afternoon Gloria and I got things underway with our lawyer and that night Gloria went out with Harry and I escorted Jacqui. I told Jacqui everything and she was truly excited for me.

"Take it very slowly with Nancy; she's going to be out of kilter."

I agreed with that advice and Jacqui said, trying to conceal her disappointment, that she understood I would not be requiring her body that evening.

"Er, I'm right for a sixty-nine and promise you a real beauty – I feel I'm only a tad unfaithful if limiting myself to that."

"You're incorrigible, Mike. But thanks, I'll take you up on that offer when you get me home."

In the men's room at this boring function where the only person I knew was Jacqui, I phoned Nancy. She said she was well, unclouded with regrets and would resume at 6:00 on Sunday.

"That's when I start back," I said, somewhat nervously.

"I'm aware of that, that's why I chose that day to restart."

"Why was that?"

"You are my mentor."

"Yes, of course."

I then told her that Gloria and I had initiated divorce proceedings.

She sounded quite calm about that, saying she was very sorry for us both.

"I hope it has nothing to do with me?"

"As far as I know, Gloria doesn't know you exist, but will assume I've not been celibate."

"Phew, I would have hated having been the trigger."

"No, you haven't - absolutely. Nancy, this last month of yours on site, we've got to make best use of our time to increase your theoretical knowledge and on-site experience. I'm going to set-up a small subcommittee to help me with this – you're bright so couple that with knowledge and we'll prime you for your finals. I'm sorry I didn't do this at the outset."

"That's brilliant, Mike." She giggled, saying, "We really did go overboard on sex."

"Well, this time let's start afresh and let see where we go, you've had a rather traumatic experience."

"That's a great idea, Mike, rather sensitive of you I must say."

We chatted for quite a while and then said good night; I knew we both knew we only said goodnight but there was emotion in our voices. I felt good about that.

I phoned Gloria who was still at the restaurant and said I had decided to return to the site a day early, could I take her and her friend out to dinner tomorrow night.

She laughed.

"You've been beaten to the draw by Liz, she'd invited us all to her place tomorrow night – there's probably a message on your phone as she told me she couldn't get through to you. She wants you and me to meet her new man and wants to invite my new friend if that's acceptable to you."

"Yeah, that's okay providing he behaves like a gentleman."

"Oh he will," said Gloria, and I could tell she was unsure whether I was joking. "I think you will be quite impressed."

"Is he at the table with you?"

"Yes."

"Tell him to hurry his divorce through and tie you down because I reckon he's got a very nice lady in you."

"Only nice?"

"Fantastic. Goodnight, Gloria."

TO BE CONTINUED...



Betrayed Over Conception Ch. 05



Engineer Mike Giles and wife were unable to start a family and neither would undergo tests, fearful of being identified as the problem party. Gloria took a lover leading Mike to suspect her motive was pregnancy. Then his girlfriend at his worksite 200 miles north becomes pregnant which answers the question about his alleged infertility problem. Gloria agrees to a divorce and Mike's reunion with his girlfriend Nancy ends in disappointment so he's back playing the field.  

THIRTEEN

I arrived late for dinner at Liz's home, giving Gloria time to introduce Harry Mercer to her 

sister free of tension.

The sisters looked nervous as I entered, ignoring both men and kissing Liz and then Gloria with exaggerated affection, then handing two bottles of champagne to Liz.

"Oh my, look at the label," cried Liz, it's Krug.

"I'm celebrating my imminent release from marriage," I laughed, and grabbing both women by the waist, I stood looking at Harry, winking at him. The women were looking at him so he gave me an almost imperceptible wink of acknowledgement, barely moving his eyelids.

"Who the fuck are these guys?" I asked belligerently.

The women broke from my grasp, and the guy who'd been fixing candles, jumped to his feet and looked nervously at Liz.

"Mike," wailed Liz, "I said on the phone message I left you that I wanted to introduce you to Gavin."

"No you didn't, the message stated my new man."

"It's the same thing, Mike," said Liz, coming forward and patting my arm.

"Gavin Jessop, this is my brother Mike Giles."

"Pleased to meet you Mike, I think," said the guy nervously. At least he had humor.

"Oh, Liz's friend. I thought you were the guy fucking my wife Gloria?"

Gavin's confidence took a drive. 

"Me, good heavens no. I wouldn't do that – it's her sister I desire."

Liz looked slightly relaxed as I gave Gavin a friendly slap on the back but Gloria was looking terrified.

"M-M-Mike," she said. "This is the one. D-d-d-on't hurt him. Have you been drinking?"

"No, sober as a Judge hearing a divorce case. Hi man, you must be Harry. I'm the guy you're replacing. Gloria's a rather tight fit, isn't she?"

Harry grinned.

"Not that I've noticed – I'm so tiny I wallow around a bit."

"You don't, you're…" Gloria, scarlet faced, tailed off.

"Come of you guys," I laughed. This is all an act to get a party going – thanks for playing along, Harry. You're a natural. You also did a pretty good job standing your ground, Gavin. Champagne anyone?"

"You rotten bastard, screeched Liz, boring in and hugging me. You had me almost crapping myself."

Gloria said nothing; she went in against Harry, put an arm round him, and looked at me shaking her head.

"I kindda like this ex of yours, Gloria," laughed Harry and she looked rather pleased.

"Yes, champagne for every one," said Gloria, "I'll get the glasses."

We had a great evening and I was the first to leave, receiving enthusiastic farewells from three of them and a relieved one from Gavin.

"Don't be home too late dear," I said with fatherly concern to Gloria, and everyone broke up laughing.

Next morning I awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking – Gloria was turning it on for me – steak, eggs, fries and onions. A real feast.

"You've got a long drive ahead of you," she said in a motherly tone, and we broke up laughing when I replied, "Yes mom."

We shared a long lover's kiss alongside the truck 

"Goodbye Mike, and thanks for making this ending so easy on me. All in all we've had many great years together. Take care."

All the hostility had leached from her. I went easy on her.

"Thanks for all those enjoyable years, Gloria. Now you be loving to Harry and do what he says – he seems a good bloke and very intelligent. I'm leaving you in good hands."

Well, I thought, as I hit the freeway. It was a wonderful parting, with no blood and guts on the floor. Everyone seems deliriously happy but little ol' me but there's light at the end of the tunnel. I've just got to be patient and give Nancy her head. There's no need to put a ring on her finger – just enjoy the association for as long as she wants it to continue.

FOURTEEN

The day project engineer beamed with delight when I walked into his office but looked disappointed when I said I wouldn't be working that night.

"We want that bastard temporary stand-in for you out of here; the comparison has made us realise what a likeable, competent guy you are."

I couldn't believe this was Rick talking; I'd always thought he hated my guts, though not openly.

We chatted then sauntered over for lunch and I received a standing ovation – well, a few guys did play up a bit. I was beginning to get the impression that I might have some attributes that appealed to people after all. If only Nancy can read the signs, but there is the age gap between us and, as well, she's capable of making the distinction between convenience - me - and the guy she really wants who she hasn't met yet.

Back in Rick's office we looked at the construction schedule against progress reports. We were three days behind, but that is manageable – no reason to panic.

I asked Rick could he spare a crane, a flatbed trailer, a tracked hauler and say four men for one hour maximum to relocate Nancy's cabin up on the summit alongside his and my accommodation. I then told him how I wanted to form an education subcommittee to prepare Nancy for her exams and feed her ideas for the paper she has to submit on this work experience assignment that counts towards her final marks.

"Yeah, I can do that for you, boss," said Rick. It was the first time he'd ever referred to me as boss, but he was not done: "The boys and I will do anything for Nancy."

I walked away from Rick flicking something out of my eye; I was amid a very unusual experience on a construction project – the entire workforce had welded itself into a team, bosses included.

A traxcavator arrived and leveled the site for the cabin. A truck rumbled up the hill and spread base metal. Then the cabin came up the hill, shepherded by ten guys, a complete over manned detail, and the cabin was deposited, absolutely level and then more guys arrived and planted flowering shrubs around the entrance and patio. The guys must have gone out and brought the shrubs themselves as we have none in stores.

"Thanks, guys," I said thick-throated. "The beers are on me from six to seven in the canteen tonight – please get Rick to join us."

I went to my own cabin feeling very humble. 

At 5 o'clock Saturday I took a call from Nancy.

"Mom is proving difficult; she doesn't want me to return."

My reaction was to jump into my truck and knock some sense into mom, but this was the emerging new me. I'd read on the Internet about the recommended response in such a situation.

"How do you feel about that?"

I caught the surprised reaction in Nancy's reply.

"I'm glad that she cares. Is that really you talking?"

Well, I must be impressing her.

"Moms are precious; we only get one true one. But there comes a time..."

I chose not to finish.

Nancy sighed, and said: "I know."

"Where does your dad stand?"

"As usual, on the sidelines."

"Want me to come over and talk to your mom."

"No, I told you before if I want the folk to meet you I want everything right."

"Well then, thanks for calling. I hope to see you tomorrow, otherwise it's goodbye."

I heard her shriek "Mike, don't go," as I disconnected. I then switched off my phone. John Wayne was tough, and I liked to think that I lived by his creed. My dad only took me to see one of his films, but I went alone and saw most of the others at the cinema or else hired videos. It was showdown time: Nancy was going to have to decide between mom and her career. Me? I'm only an extra.

I couldn't sleep, despite all the beers with the boys, and at 2:00 in the morning I switched on my phone and blinked; there were seven calls, all from Nancy, urging me to call her. I remained resolute and eventually drifted off.

Shortly after 5:00 next morning, working on the backgrounds of guys, I chose two other engineers and a senior supervision to join the tuition sub-committee. That gave coverage of bridges, dams, buildings, highways and railroads as collectively we were a very diverse and experienced team. 

By mid morning I had a complete schedule drafted ready for Nancy's approval. I would take care of briefings on contract documentation, scheduling systems, productivity analysis, construction operations and cash flow. Obviously Nancy's schooling would have covered those subjects, but in what detail and had she been taught thoroughly about how to differentiate between prudent short-cuts and risky short-cuts and questioning all advice rather than taking it for granted? 

I ordered another laptop from stores, and a second chair and desk for the tutor of the day to be installed in her cabin – oh, plus a whiteboard. I also ask stores to get two cell phone hands-free headsets to be sent from head office. The tutor of the day may as well be in communication at Nancy's request when she had down-time out on the field waiting to make inspections or sign off work. She was going to be a busy lady if she was willing to be hit this intensively.

She'll come, I kept saying to myself all afternoon; at stake was her career versus her mom's authority. Nancy was no longer a teenager – she's a young woman in her fourth and final year in a bachelor's degree in civil engineering. She'd done most of the hard yards; the end was just under three months away when she'd walk out of the last exam room. Of course she'd come back to us.

Nancy was unlikely to arrive before 4:00 but at 3:00 I put on my cap and sunglasses and left to go down at wait at the main gates; I was so nervous I had to do something. I opened the door and there she was walking towards it, less that 20ft away. She dropped her bags and came running to me, screaming in excitement.

"You're here already," she cried. "I thought I'd come early and welcome you on site."

We kissed and kissed. She felt so soft and warm and she didn't look at all weary or sad.

"Let's have a juice and hit the gym," she said. "I feel I need to toughen up."

What an attitude; I was so proud of her!

She blinked in astonishment when I showed her the schedule and she read the names of her volunteer tutors.

"My god, if I can manage this workload over the next month I'll end up knowing more than my professors," she marveled.

"It may be rather optimistic, too heavy to handle, but nothing but the best for you. You'll have a say if the tutoring is repetitive or becoming too specific – the idea is to fine-tune you for your exams."

She agreed that was the way to go.

When on the rowing machines I told her how she would be able to contact any tutor when she had downtime and they'd do their best to break free and give her their time.

After we showered, in separate booths, and stepped outside and she kissed me and said she would see me later. She turned to the security centre and cried, "Where's my hut?"

I walked her uphill and said: "Some of the boys decided to promote you, so shifted your cabin up her by mine and Rick's."

"Oooh, look, flowering shruds. Aren't they cute?" 

She then twigged that 'the boys' couldn't do a shift like that without authority so smiled at me and said, "Thanks, so you were sure that I'd defy mom?"

I nodded and said pretty sure. We went inside and she was delighted to see the tutoring set-up.

Rick came over and greeted Nancy warmly, and said there would be a dinner meeting for Nancy and her tuition subcommittee at 8:00.

It was almost two weeks before Nancy and I were having sex again. I uncharacteristically managed to hold back. One morning when we were coming off night shift instead of peeling off to her cabin she kept on walking beside me.

"Coming in for coffee?" I asked, liking my lips hopefully, and hope came in for me.

"No, just for some tentative sex to get me going again."

Gradually we got back into fully swing but it never was as complete as before – two people giving themselves unconditionally. There was tenderness, of course, as Nancy was that kind of person.

Nancy left at the end of the month, finishing up hosting we five tutors at a lovely dinner in the town we were ringing with our four-lane highway with one of the usual cock-ups that occur – money had been short so there was no provision for an interchange. 

Naturally I was really sad that it was the end of the road for Nancy and me but accepted the situation. When Nancy had returned form having her abortion she would have realized more than ever that her lover was outside her age group. She'd known that from the outset, of course, but there's a difference between knowing something like that and realizing it.

The saddest part was watching her driving away crying. Some of the boys took me into town and we got drunk, which made me think of John Wayne; that's how he'd have drowned his sorrow.

Nancy graduated and sent us a video she'd had made, at great expense I would think. It was very professionally done. We five tutors drank freely and were half-pissed when I turned on the video. We played it three times.

Near the end at the first time we ran it we were hollering in glee when watching Nancy get the prizes for the most improved student in the final year and the premier prize of the exam candidate displaying the most comprehensive level of practical knowledge across all fields. 

Rick had graduated from that university fifteen years earlier and received the Mullins Prize for the optional exam paper on engineering technology: 'Research into the multiple uses of pipelines for transportation of solids.' He'd pushed and prodded Nancy into taking an interest in that subject which, while substantially mechanical engineering, it has wide potential application in civil engineering.

Fascinated, we looked 'Fat Rick', as the crews call, him blowing his nose fiercely, as bug-eyed he watched Nancy receiving the Mullins Prize for her paper on 'Advances in capsule pipeline transportation of solids through pipelines in automatic vehicles propelled pneumatically or hydraulically.' It was a well deserved moment of glory for him.

Nancy didn't visit us again and eventually the email exchange between her and me stopped.



FIFTEEN

My divorce came through and I declined the invitation soon afterwards to attend Harry and Gloria's small civic wedding. They understood and sent me a bottle of champagne and piece of wedding cake with their best wishes and thanks for my wedding present – a springboard for their swimming pool. Both swim like fish but I suppose with Gloria being pregnant she won't be using the springboard for a while.

Liz and Gavin's wedding came up and I attended that but was one of ten guests carted off to hospital with severe food poisoning – we were the ones scoffing the shellfish. All of us survived. Gloria spent the whole night at my bedside, which was lovely of her. I asked her why, and she replied, "Because you're worth it." 

She told me when leaving in the morning that tests had discovered scarring in her fallopian tubes. In vitro fertilization did the trick, so their imminently-arriving daughter will by before she turns two be be calling me Uncle Mike.

I had fucking trouble with that eye of mine that was prone to leak at times of high emotion.

I returned to the project and was supervising the dismantling the site establishment with completion of the ring road construction only three weeks away – and a week ahead of schedule!

I was called urgently to a meeting, a chopper being sent to collect me.

A local election was being called with the sudden retirement due to serious illness of the popular political representative of the area who'd pushed so hard to get the ring road project pushed through. Miraculously the local authority had come up with sufficient money for the building of an interchange and to finance another two miles of 4-lane highway. 

At the meeting, urged on by my company president, I had to give assurances that we could add the interchange at great speed and get everything completed before the election that would by held in twelve week's time.

Our firm was given the contract and I got a bonus for my 'enterprise' in taking a huge risk and promising completion on time. 

We achieved that – just - and our firm was paid a bonus. I was given 5% of that, a whopping amount, so put that with the half share I had received in the sale of my former home and purchased a house not far from where I'd lived with Gloria. 

So here was I, the darling of the moment within my company, taking my career to new heights, and I had a new house and the latest model Chevy truck. I seemed to have everything, but I was lonely.

I went to the deli. The aunt said that Kayte had completed her degree and had gone south to work. She was engaged. 

I went across town to the riverbank, thinking that those ageing thighs of the lively potter Jacqui. I knocked on the door and a guy with long matted hair and a ring through the side of his nose answered and curtly saying, "Yes?"

"Nothing," I said.

"Piss off you time waster," he said and Jacqui came tearing across from the garden screaming, "Don't hit him, Mike – he really is quite cute."

She slammed against me and kissed all over my face, watched by the guy who looked as if he never washed.

"Come," said Jacqui, linking her arm through mine and dragging me away of the survivor of Hippydom, "There's someone I'd like you to meet."

There was a babe lying on her back on a sun loafer dressed in jeans and sunglasses – nothing else, not even footwear.

"Carlee, I'd like you to meet Mike Giles, some kind of brilliant engineer. Mike this is my oldest daughter Carlee Thomas."

"Hi, Carlee," I said, holding out my hand and almost dislocating my neck trying to keep my head and therefore me eyes above her tit line – she had a magnificent pair.

"Have you injured you neck, Mike?" asked Jacqui all concerned.

Carlee giggled, a great giggle and winked at me. She knew!

"Pleased to meet you Mike. Mom's told me that you and your father..."

"Carlee! Kindly talk about the present," interrupted Jacqui, which was a relief for me.

We had a couple of wines – I was able to relax from that point because when Carlee went to get the wine and glasses she hoisted on a shirt. The unwashed Clive Monk joined us, and with the electricity that appeared to be jumping between Clive and Jacqui I knew why she was putting up with his unkempt appearance.

Carlee was separated from her husband and had two very young girls – five and three. Both were blondes, like their mom, and same killer blue eyes. I saw that because Jacqui raced away, returning with three packs of photos for me to peruse. Fortunately her intelligent daughter told her mom: "Just show him one of them mom; he's not really interested." Not unless there's one showing their mom in a swimsuit so I can check out her legs, I thought. The children were staying with their other grandmother for two nights.

I left after an enjoyable hour and Carlee walked me to my truck. As I was driving off she shouted, and I stopped.

"Do you have a card?"

I gave her one, wondering why she'd want an engineer specializing in highway construction.

Ten minutes later my phone went.

"Hi, it's Carlee. Pick me up at eight and I'll take you to dinner."

"Er, that would be a treat."

"That's an English retort, isn't it," and the phone clicked before I could reply.

My heart was pounding. Was she wanting to check out what her mother had told her about me was true?

"Nuh, that sort of thing only happens in books. 

I let the radio search until I heard a tune that seemed appropriate for the moment, "Let Me Love You." I sang along at the chorus and idly thought I was the better singer and I definitely was with the Yeah, Yeah bits.




Betrayed Over Conception Ch. 05



I had an air horn fitted to the truck, so when I went down the steep bank to the flat beside Jacqui's house and blew a blast, birds went scattering from the trees and the sound echoed down the valley as if it were a civil emergency alert.

The three of them came tearing out of the house only to find my little truck and me getting out of it innocently. Only suddenly my mind wasn't innocent – I was looking at a pair of truly magnificent legs that made me almost go weak at the knees. 

Carlee had her blonde hair piled on top of her head and was wearing this snappy looking wide-necked lacy top; then came an exposed tanned belly, only slightly rounded, with an imitation diamond in the navel and then a short black skirt perhaps just long enough to be called modest. The heels were three-inches, I'd bet. I felt like whining, oh Carlee, can't we just go straight to bed.

I wore a short-sleeved white shirt with most of the top buttons undone and my new shiny black sports cut trousers with very thin silver stripes and black socks and black Italian shoes.

"My god," sighed Jacqui, looking at me so I ignored Carlee and called out brightly, "Hi, Jacqui, hi Clive" to let him know I recognized them as a couple.

Carlee was pouting, so I went up, grabbed both hands and took half a step back, sweeping my eyes down from her hair-top to her shoes and back to her boobs, and I said softly, "Oh my!" 

Over the years I'd found those two words can be killer words with a dame. Carlee turned a little pink and I definitely saw those breasts push forward ever so slightly.

"I can't help but be impressed," I whispered, we both knowing the other two were too far away to hear that. As I expected, she turned scarlet.

I kissed Jacqui goodnight on the cheek, whispering, "I'll bring her home a virgin" and that turned Jacqui pink. Or was it the sunset? No, she was biting her bottom lip and looking at me expressionlessly. Was I having a great time!

Taking Carlee's arm I took her to the driver's door and said have a drive.

"Oooh – this looks too big a brute for me."

I wondered if she habitually says that on a date.

She got quite excited when behind the wheel. There was plenty of room for her to back to turn and as the nose was pointing towards her mother and pal I suggested she push the red button on the dash to her left. The blare had Jacqui clasping her arms around her man in fright and then she gave us a very aggressive two finger farewell.

Dinner was lovely; we were both so charming to each other. As I'd guessed, her husband turned out to be a compulsive fornicator. Aren't men bastards.

"What are you going to do?"

"Go back to him, I suppose?"

"Do you want to do that?"

"Not really, but what's the alternative?"

I shrugged, deciding to say nothing as I wasn't a marriage counselor.

Parking up on the street to avoid disturbing Jacqui and lover who may be asleep as it was almost 1:00, we began walking down the metal track but Carlee struck immediate trouble with her high heels. I lifted her to cradle her into my arms.

"You shouldn't be doing this, I'm a married woman," she giggled. Giggling was easy as we'd had two bottles of wine.

All I said was it's a lovely evening to be walking and she sighed, and allowed her head to rest against me.

It is a long walk and soon she said, "God, you are strong and not even puffing; I'm no lightweight."

"Me Tarzan – you light, me strong," I gruffed, producing more giggling.

Her hand snaked into my open shirt and she felt around, but said nothing. She left her hand there, right over my heart. My dick stiffened, and dug in to her thighs.

We reached the front door and she didn't invite me in. She opened it, kissed me full on the lips then wriggled free, saying she'd had a thoroughly lovely evening and was gone. I stood looking at the door not believing it had closed.

I scratched my head, wondering what had happened. Oh yeah, it was simply I'd got ahead of myself and had been working out whether to nail her in the lounge or sunroom; the guest room was right next to Jacqui's bedroom so that was not the place for us.

Trudging back uphill to the street I kept thinking about her body, her personality and what a thoroughly wonderful lady she was. Lady? That's not usually my choice of word.

I drove home, flicking on to My Heart is Broken kind of music, which is easy to find at that time of night. I showered, thought of giving myself a good wank to get relief but was drying myself before realizing the job at hand had been over-looked. I canned it.

Fifteen minutes later the phone rang.

"Hi."

I sat upright, excited; it was her.

"Hi, missing me?"

There was quite a pause before she said yes.

"What are we going to do about it?"

"Come and get me – I'll be waiting at the top of the driveway. Should I bring a suitcase?"

"Yes, I want you to spend all day with me – it's Sunday, then I take you back as it will be your last night with your mother."

"Goodie."

You don't often hear people use that word these days. I consider it a word indicating absolute approval. It was becoming obvious to me that Carlee and I were on the same wave length.

"I'm coming," I said.

"You wait for me," she giggled, terminating the call before I realized how she'd was interpreting the word coming.

We had a wonderful Sunday together and when I took her home that afternoon Jacqui had a word with me, saying not to get my hopes up with Carlee as she would never leave her husband permanently. Carlee and her daughters adored him and Carlee accepted he was no worse than her with his infidelities as she was a random seducer of men.

"I'm sorry, Mike," said Jacqui, and that showed on her face. She was a good friend.

However, I wondered if Jacqui was telling the truth in an attempt to ensure that Carlee stayed on with the children's father. But Carlee came up to me as I went back into the garden to announce I was going; I guess my face told the story.

"Mom's had a quiet word with you, I think?"

"Yep."

"I'm sorry, Mike. I'll never leave him. The girls adore him and his carrying on allows me to play around, which is something I really like doing."

Women can be really heartless.

TO BE CONCLUDED



Betrayed Over Conception Ch. 06



THE CONCLUSION: Engineer Mike Giles and wife were unable to start a family and neither would undergo tests, fearful of being identified as the problem party. Gloria took a lover leading Mike to suspect her motive was pregnancy. Then he learned that his girlfriend on his worksite 200 miles north was pregnant - so that answered the question about his alleged infertility problem. Mike and Gloria agree to divorce; Gloria remarried and is pregnant through IVF. Mike's girlfriend graduated and went off to start her career, leaving him with that emply feeling until... well, read on. 

SIXTEEN

A couple of months went by and I was waiting for the company to win another sizeable contract. Two small ones had been secured and it had been suggested I should be project manager for both of them as they were only 150 miles apart. In the meantime I was assigned to update the company's manual for senior engineers.

Life sucks at times. I couldn't find any woman interested in more than a one-night stand.

Suddenly that all changed. 

Our biggest rival in highway construction, Blue Pacer Highway Systems, announced overnight it had gone bust. Our directors decided to make a takeover offer, including all debts, and a team of us was sent in to make assessments and to help prepare documentation. 

Besides heading the team to physically look over the project, reputedly one-third completed, I was asked to assess the entire field staff of 155 personal ranging from project engineers to supervisors of site facility cleaning subcontractors. My instructions were to end up with a 60-40 ratio – keep the best 60% and recommend which 40% should be declared redundant. 

Not the nicest of jobs, but it had to be done. 

First ear-marked for redundancy was their senior project engineer who, if he came across, would be my boss due to seniority. My reason for my decision would, of course, be due to "excessively high salary and seniority exceeding our needs."

The contract was for 25 miles of new 4-lane highway to replace a winding rural and super-congested 2-lane highway constructed in the 1950s. If the takeover succeeded it would be our largest single contract ever as it included three interchanges and sixteen bridges and had been let for $578 million. No doubt our directors were already talking to the regional highway authority to get the contract price increased and the completion time extended, because that's how things are done.

Oh boy, was I itching to get my hands on this baby. 

I instructed my team to look particularly for goof-ups that had slipped past the supervision of the project manager; the grins told me they guessed I was looking for more skids to put under my potential boss. 

On the third day of our appraisal Raymond my chief assistant marched in the two engineers and their shared assistant supervising eight the bridges each, which was quite a workload and required careful construction scheduling as they couldn't be in more than one place at a time. 

When that assistant entered the room behind them I was face to face with Nancy again.

"This is Miss…" but I interrupted Raymond as he saw me kissing Nancy the lips.

"Good to see you again," I muttered.

"Likewise," she said. 

She'd filled out a bit and was looking great.

"Married?"

"Nope."

"Engaged?"

"Nope."

"Me neither," I grinned, trying not to show my teeth while she looked as if I was discussed non-delivery of bridge railings.

"Nancy and I worked together some time back," I said vaguely and then got the meeting underway.

The two engineers claimed bridge construction was spot on target. I asked Nancy and she looked at her two colleagues, and one nodded, I guess indicating it was okay to speak.

"I ran through everything this morning – we're almost half a day ahead."

"Good, good. I'm sure if we take over the contract you three will remain on the team. But please, keep that under your hats as so far only a few people have hi-tailed it; the others await their fate presumably optimistically."

I was doing the paperwork when my phone went – it was Nancy.

"Hi, sorry I had to act so laid-back."

"Me too. Interested in eating out tonight?"

"I have a boyfriend."

"On site?"

"Yes."

I growled: "Tell me who is he, and he can go now."

"Don't be mean," she giggled. "He's in planning."

"Out of my area; I promise not to interfere with the appraisal of him."

"Thanks."

"Well, I better push on," I said.

"Dinner tonight?"

My heart flipped. Time to be truthful.

"Look Nancy, I'm too old for you."

She giggled.

"I only said dinner. Anyway, I love my father and he's much older that you – I can't recall ever hearing you warning me off him."

"It's not the same thing."

"I know, but you know I've got a brain. Tell me this, have you the faintest interest in marrying me within the next three to five years?"

She heard me let my breath out; my lungs had virtually collapsed in shock.

"I didn't hear that," she said.

I hadn't said anything as my mind was in turmoil.

Time to be brave.

"Yes," I croaked.

"Very well," said Nancy with clinical precision. "I am prepared to consider resuming my affair with you."

"Consider?" I croaked.

"Well, I didn't wish to sound too pushy."

My breathing was almost back to normal.

"I dream about you at least a couple of times a week, Nancy."

"Ohmigod – you too?"

"Huh?" 

"Whenever I rub my clit it's always you I think about; it always gives me the most satisfactory outcome. What time will you finish here tonight?"

"About seven."

"Good, I'll pick you up at 7:45 – which hotel?"

"S5 at the Astor."

"Oh, a suite – of course, you're one of the big shots now. Come down to me – I'll be driving a beaten up Jeep – number plate 'Nancy.' I won't show myself so you won't be embarrassed as being seen with an assistant engineer."

"Embarrassed? What's embarrassing about being envied."

"Goodbye, Mr Smooth Tongue. Don't be late."

It's true, I do dream about Nancy, just as I used to do about Gloria when I began courting her. I am aware I have this great, deep feeling for Nancy – it erupted when she told me she was pregnant. At first I though it was a reaction, like when finding a wounded doe, but it never quite went away, which told me something. But then Nancy went away physically.

Do I want to marry Nancy? Yes. Well then, begin the courtship! 

I wish all decisions in life were as simple as that – I'd pointed out my concern about our age differential, but she'd brushed that aside, and no more warnings or objections or uncertainties were in my mind. As they say: bring it on!

We have a lovely flirtatious time at the little rural restaurant and she came back to my hotel suite. We sat on the sofa, smooching a bit and talking until she finally lost patience with my stonewalling and was all over me and within the next thirty seconds had us both undressed and was pleading, "Oh Mike, put it into me it's been so long."

So I obliged, as she fitted me like a glove. I got the rhythm going and then going on to my knees, hoisted one of her legs over my left shoulder and soon had her panting. She stared at me with huge eyes, and shuddered a couple of times, then relaxed a little, smiled and got her other leg against the leg over my left shoulder. 

My angle of attack was changed by that and I guess both of us were wide-eyed as the pressure went up a couple of notches.

"Spray my tits, Mike," she said as she felt my cock beginning to vibrate. With perfect timing I pulled out and as soon as my slick cock was in my hand it began spewing its load all over her.

I thought I'd finished, but she began rubbing cum into her body and murmuring, "Oh, thank you Mike, juicy thick cum to help make my skin beautiful."

Bang, another couple of hot streams shot on to her tits.

"Ohmigod, where did all that come from?" she asked, surprised though not doubt knowing the answer.

I looked and was quite amazed myself.

"Anything left?" she asked.

I nodded and she turned on to her soggy tits and raised her ass into the air, and I slipped back in to her cunt and gave it long and slow treatment, reaching under and playing with her nipples. She finally sighed and then without any theatrics, began her juddering ejaculation. 

I walked Nancy to her vehicle just before 4:00.

"I won't consider proposing to you until you tell me what your parents really think of me."

"Okay," she yawned. "It's a three-hour drive west of here. Can we leave tomorrow afternoon at 1:00?"

"Yeah, it's Saturday and the directors and lawyers will want their weekend with their families. I need to be back here at 7:00 Monday morning."

"No problem; I'll make the arrangements and you provide the vehicle as you don't pay for your vehicle running costs."

"Agreed, now you go to your cabin and get your beauty sleep. With work suspended you can sleep all day."

Mid-morning our company chief called me to his office in the hotel. I gave a verbal report and suggested we should call a meeting as soon as possible to deliver the 60-40 employment decisions as leaching of personnel would continue as time went on, upsetting our selection decisions.

"You're right – I'll call that meeting for 3:00 this afternoon. I'll have to emphasis that the issuing of new employment contacts is dependent on our takeover offer succeeding but I'll tell them I'm eighty percent certain it will proceed, our lawyers are pushing for quick action."

"Eighty percent, that's good."

"Confidentially, it's more than ninety. "Our banks posted notice of their unconditional guarantee of all debts so in effect if our takeover is accepted Blue Pacer is no longer insolvent and we can resume work immediately, although negotiations over an increased contract price and extended finishing date are still not concluded.

"That guarantee of payment of debts blew away the two other companies arriving to begin due dilligence. 

"My pick is well start work with the night shift at 6:00 on Wednesday.

"Listen Mike, you are finished here in the meantime so why don't you take some time off, though I'd like you back for the board meeting here at 2:00 on Tuesday afternoon."

"Yeah, thanks," I said, watching Mac open his liquor cabinet and pour two whiskies. I went over to him.

"This is strictly confidential, Mike but if the takeover proceeds – and it will, I'm certain of that – the two companies are going to be totally merged but will operate in divisions. The board decided this morning to create a Super Construction Division to handle project of $20 million-plus to cover highways, airports, shipping container ports and major industrial development. The decision is that you be offered the position of director of Super Construction with a seat on the board. I cannot imagine you turning that offer down once you sight your new employment package, Mike, so here, take your drink – congratulations in anticipation." 

SEVENTEEN

I decided not to tell Nancy about what I had just been told

I attended a company dinner that evening – an opportunity for the directors to show senior executives they could drink and tell jokes and fall down stairs drunk just like any of the underlings. It was an excellent night, but it meant I didn't get to see Nancy.

She and I set out the next afternoon for her home town. She was flushed, looking very excited, but that disappeared within the first few minutes as we settled into the drive.

"Dad you love you; mom, I really don't know."

"I'll handle it, just trust me. Behave and answer normally even if you think I'm living dangerously."

"What are you going to say?" Nancy asked, looking alarmed.

"Dunno, react on instinct I suppose."

"Oh, Mike, do you think that's best? Mom can be quite a cow if she gets upset."

"Meeting the parents is something lovers have to do, sweetheart. My problem when I take you to meet my parents is making sure dad doesn't screw you."

"Michael!"

"It's true, Nancy - and don't call me that horrible name. Two legs, big tits and good looking are all dad needs to see. He couldn't care if you had a brain or not, and I'm not sure that he'd too particular about looks."

"I'm not sure that I want to meet him."

"He's an amazing character, Nancy. My guess is you'll adore him, and get quite used to keeping him out of your knickers."

"Mike – you're making me nervous about him."

"Well, don't worry. They're on a year's holiday in Britain – they've exchanged their house and cars with a couple of folk from their old hometown of Liverpool."

"Mike!" cried Nancy, looking at me wide-eyed. Just a moment ago you called me sweetheart – we've never used endearments. You've broken through a barrier. What it accidental?"

"Intended, darling – I'm in courtship mode."

"Oh darling," she said, reaching for my arm, "Whatever am I going to tell mom?"

"Moms rather like hearing the truth from their offspring; you want to try it sometime."

"You bastard," she said, poking me in the ribs.

It was quite a large town and I found a big flower shop still open.

"Yes?" said the uncivil florist when I said I'd take the roses.

"How many?"

"I'll take the lot."

"They're frightfully expensive. There's $120 worth there."

I pulled out a $100 and held it up.

"$100 for the lot."

She looked at the note, licked her lips and said: 'Done'

"Ohmigod, you cunning devil," said Nancy, admiring the roses. That's a biggest bunch than the one you sent me that had mom over the moon. These being for her will send her into deep space."

They did.

Nancy's mom's eyes bulged when she saw the roses, not noticing my grinning aged face behind them.

"Oh my, are you a millionaire, Mike?" she asked. "I'm Erica and this behind me is Ted."

"How do you do, Erica," I said.

"Oh my, are you English?"

"No, but my parents are."

"How fascinating. Oh, hullo dear, come give your mom a kiss."

"I thought like dad I was superfluous to this meeting," laughed Nancy but Erin let that one by as she had her nose against the roses.

"Nice to meet you young man – Christ, what a body."

"Ted!"

"What?" he asked innocently.

"You used that C word."

"I'm allowed to use cunt but not Christ," Ted whispered to me, but not softly enough.

"Ted!"

I arrived in a tight white T-shirt and very tight jeans to impress Erin, but seemed to only have caught Ted's eye.

"You may need your jacket," Erin said, "You look rather undressed."

"Mom, that's Saturday gear for guys these days. Get up to speed."

"We have our own standards, thank you dear, don't we Ted."

Smart Ted gave that stock reply that has served husbands for generations: "If you say so dear."

I handed Ted a bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label whisky and gratification on his face matched his warm thanks.

We sat in the lounge for the inquisition.

"Well, Mike..." began Erin but Nancy jumped up and offered everyone a glass of wine.

"Perhaps we should wait until the end of this..." Erin appeared to be going to say 'interview', but stopped.

"Inquisition?" suggested Nancy helpfully and received a withering look.

Time for a John Wayne example of disregard for polite submissiveness in social discourse with women.

"Ma'am, let's cut to the bone and discuss am I told old for your daughter?"

"Er, I wasn't about to ask that?"

"But you were going to work up to that, weren't you. Oh my, is that china in the cabinet Royal Daulton."

"Yes, actually it is. How clever of you to notice."

"My mum has a collection of Daulton and Bavarian pieces."

"Oh my goodness, now lovely."

"Here are your wines, everyone," said Nancy cheerfully, hoping her mom had been diverted.

"Do you think I'm unsuitable to be dating your daughter, Erin?"

Erin flushed, this frontal attack was not her thing.

"I really don't know. What do you say, Ted?"

"What ever you say, dear."

"But I really haven't said anything."

"If Nancy decides she wants to marry a guy ten years older than she is, shouldn't she as an adult be free to make her choice," I said, belligerently.

"Ten years," Erin said, fluttering her hands in front of her face as if she were about to faint."

I'd suspected something here so I turned to Ted and said: "Ted, how old were you when you married Erin?"

"Twenty-eight."

"And how old was Erin."

"Twenty-two."

Erin turned white.

"Was I that young?" she asked.

No one answered.

"Erin," I said, "times have changed since you were a young bride. Today just over 40% of first marriages end within the first fifteen years, and up to 75% of all divorced people remarry. So what may be an unsatisfactory outcome of marriage after the first few years, you've got a pretty good chance of putting it right later on."

"I hadn't thought of it like that."

"Ted," I said, getting all serious. "I'd like to ask your permission to seek the hand of your daughter."

I didn't have a clue if those were the right words, but it sounded fine to me.

The two women looked shell shocked.

"Yes, my boy, you have my permission."

"Ted!" screamed Erin.

"Shut up, Erin," he said firmly, don't ruin our daughter's finest hour."

I went down on one knee in front of Nancy. Her eyes rolled into her head and she fell in a dead faint, into my arms.

"Ted," screamed Erin. "The smelling salts, my dresser drawer, top left! This is one of the greatest moments in her life, and she's in danger of missing it!"

The salts helped revive Nancy. I sat her back in a chair and I went through the knee bending exercise again: "Nancy, will you marry me."

"Yes, oh yes!" she said.

"Oh darl..." cried her mother, collapsing on the carpet in a dead faint.

Smelling salts helped bring her around and we sat her in the chair beside Nancy.

"I think we should eat out this evening," I said firmly. "You two women are not in a fit state to cook a meal."

"We should leave the women to rest; do you play golf?" asked Ted.

"A little," I said, so we kissed our woman folk and went off to his golf club, where we had lunch and played a round of golf, I unintentionally allowing Ted to beat me by six strokes with five holes left to play. He was elated.

EIGHTEEN

At the restaurant that evening, Erin kept nudging Ted and finally he said, "What are your prospects, my boy?"

"I own my own house, have a senior engineer's position at high salary, a company vehicle, I propose to upgrade Nancy's vehicle and with her consent and propose impregnating her, with her conscent, twice to give you two grandchildren."

"That sounds fine to me, my boy."

"Those are very good prospects, and no doubt further promotion will come along as you seem to be a very persuasive, talented and personable young man," said Erin. 

"So, is Mike now accepted into the family?" asked Nancy.

"Yes," said Ted.

"Most certainly," said Erin firmly.

"Thank Christ for that," said Nancy wearily.

"Nancy!"

"What?" retorted Nancy innocently.

"The C word," said her mom.

"I didn't say cunt," Nancy said in a loud voice, and the whole restaurant hushed. Erin sunk deep into her chair in embarrassment.

Back at the house Erin escorted me to the sunroom to show me my bed. Nancy followed and said: "No, no – a thousand noes, mom. He's a big boy – rather big actually, and I'm a big girl and he's sleeping in my bed, otherwise we'll book into a hotel."

"A hotel?" Erin said weakly.

"Yes," said her daughter, defiantly.

"Very well,' said Erin. "Your sleeping arrangements are your business. Darling, please bring me in green tea in the morning and your father will have weak white coffee and two crackers. Good night, children."

Next day I Nancy and I went shopping. I bought a sharp new suit and I bought her a fabulous evening gown.

"Why?" she asked bewildered. I sat her down and said on Tuesday night in all probability we would be invited to a sumptuous dinner-dance to mark the merger approval of the two companies.




Betrayed Over Conception Ch. 06



"You'll be in the night shift re-starting at 6:00 on Wednesday, all things going to plan," I said.

The dinner on Tuesday night was very formal. Towards the end of the banquet the speeches commenced, with the histories of the two companies being outlined. Then the three directors from Blue Placer who'd been retained were introduced. 

The names of the senior supervisors from Blue Placer were read out, and each person stood to acclamation. Then it was the turn of assistant engineers, and I proudly clapped Nancy, and so it continued until Mac Macpherson, our company chief executive, then said finally he was announcing the most senior new appointment.

My name was called, and I heard Nancy gasp. I stood and Mac announced my appointment as executive director of the new flagship division. 

Some idiots started singing 'For He's a Jolly Good Fellow' and the whole assembly joined in. I hoisted Nancy to her feet and she stood beside me ever so proudly.

Well, that's about it, really. Nancy and I were married a month later, a very big church wedding as it was Nancy's first marriage and Erin had always wanted a big church wedding.

I paid for mum and dad to come over and Ted and Erin took care of everything else. It was only during the planning of the wedding when Erin indignantly declined my offer to pay for everything that I learned that Ted was principal shareholder and executive chairman of a plant manufacturing agricultural machinery employing 830 people.

By lovely co-incidence a number of my people attending the wedding were pregnant. The bride was three month's pregnant with a daughter; Gloria was due in three weeks with twins; Liz was four month's pregnant and Jacqui, despite her age, was also pregnant, as was the deli girl Katye Martin as she is now, married to her community health care boss.

As excepted, my dad was captivated by Nancy. In my presence she sat him down, told him she understood he had a wayward reputation, but she wanted him to know that if he placed one finger on her sexually she'd kick him in the nuts until they were pulverized.

My tough old Liverpudian dad toppled looked ready to faint.

EPILOG

Nancy and I have a beautiful blonde daughter who loves us but is spoilt rotten by her granny Erin who comes with husband Ted to stay with us with twice a month, believing the six hour round trip is worth every minute to have precious time with Betsy. 

Our son is due in five weeks.

I'm recording in detail all of these thoughts, incidents and events because one day I'm going to write a book about my life among the ladies and how my great love of Nancy is now under attack by a very pushy and passionate young lady called Betsy. She's almost two and adores me. I reckon that was inevitable.

THE END