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Betrayal Book 01

By: fawguy88



Authors Note: 

This story is Book1 of a tale that primarily concerns my relationship with my wife and her sister's family. Book 2 will be more about my own life as the fallout from Book 1 causes major changes. Book 3 is about the aftermath of divorce and lifestyle changes. Book 4 is the final stage of our adventures and moving on.

 Chapter 1- James and Jill

This is a story about how a single decision changed my life. I had a wife that I loved to distraction and a job that I fulfilled my career ambitions, but the events leading up to this decision were responsible for everything that subsequently happened to us.

First, let me introduce myself. My name is Bill Cairns and I am married to my wife, Amanda and have been for more than twenty-four years. Amanda still has the figure she had when we first courted and we got married when we were both 22 years old. To me she is as beautiful now as she was way back then. Unfortunately we have not been blessed with children, Amanda had something wrong internally and the upshot was she would never be able to conceive. Naturally this had a profound effect on our lives and though she tried hard to conceal it, I know she has never really got over it. She loves children and it should be no surprise that she works as a schoolteacher, teaching Junior School. I also would have loved to have children, but it was not to be, so I devoted myself to trying to make her happy.

She loves all her charges and in return they love and respect her. Her young sister Jill married a friend of mine called James, in fact Amanda was Chief Bridesmaid and I was their Best Man. They were luckier than us and had two lovely girls in quick succession. Sharon was born first followed by Mandy a year later.

It was only natural that Amanda doted on her two nieces and we often acted as baby sitters when called upon. I felt that James and Jill spoiled their two girls as nothing was ever denied them. It seemed they only needed to ask and James would provide. James worked as an architect and had a successful practice. Jill was on the books as his receptionist and secretary, though she spent precious little time in the office. Her main activity seemed to be attending the Gym and shopping. James doted on her and was forever paying for the latest designer clothing she purchased on her excursions to the city.

We were all good friends, James and I played golf together regularly and I know Amanda regarded her sister as her best friend. Jill and I flirted outrageously every time we met, but it never went beyond the bounds of propriety. 

The years passed quickly and soon the girls were leaving school and starting work. Neither Sharon or Mandy were gifted academically, but they both found jobs quickly on leaving school. Mandy settled into her lob in tele-sales and proved to be very successful at it. Sharon on the other hand moved from job to job, only lasting five or six months before moving on. We used to tease her about it and asking her why the rapid change, she said that her manager's were idiots and would not listen to her advice. Reading between the lines I deduced that she had no sooner managed to get herself established on her role, than she was trying to tell her boss that he was running his department all wrong. Not the way to gain advancement. Her parents, naturally enough were concerned about this and asked if I would have a chat with her and set her to rights. They had tried without success and thought that I as he favourite uncle may have a more success. 

I work for IT Solutions Co. Ltd as their Human Resources Manager or what used to be called Personnel Manager before political correctness became the new fascism. I happened to know the HR Manager at one of the places Sharon had worked at and I sounded him out confidentially. It transpired that Sharon proved to be quite efficient at her job, but had a personality clash with her immediate supervisor. Not satisfied with the response she had had from him regarding a suggestion she had brought forward, she bypassed not only her immediate supervisor, but his boss as well and approached one of the senior managers directly. That, in itself was not a major issue, but she had made her approach at a social event. It appeared that Sharon was not shy about using her physical assets, mainly her very full breasts and pretty face to get her point across. Unfortunately, the senior manager's wife was also present at this function and did not take kindly to what she perceived as a young tart blatantly coming on to her husband. That was how Mandy's career at that particular firm came to an abrupt demise.

We had several long talks about her attitude to work and tried to impress upon her that even if her suggestions had merit, it was not prudent to go over her immediate supervisors head and approach another manager. She took the hint and seemed to settle down, her next job lasted all of fifteen months. She was lucky, in that she had her looks and figure coupled with a gift for speaking the correct language and using all the current buzz words in her conversations with prospective employers. Finding a new and better paid job just seemed to fall into her lap. By the time she was twenty-two, she was earning a good salary and had a supervisory position as Office Manager for a large building letting agency.

Sharon was courting an up and coming young man called Gary Forbes and oddly enough he also worked for the IT Solutions as a software specialist. It was me, in fact that had interviewed him when he had first applied to us. Sharon and Gary courted for about a year before getting engaged. By this time they were living together in a flat they shared and by all accounts were very happy. 

I felt sorry for James as the wedding arrangements started to become clearer. Sharon demanded that her wedding just had to be held at a famous castle in Scotland. Weddings like that do not come cheap, but James never uttered a word of complaint, he just picked up the bills and later when we were chatting he admitted that Sharon's wedding had set him back nearly £25K. Still the happy couple soon settled into married life and it was no surprise when just over a year later, their first son was born. He was followed within eighteen months by a little sister and both parents and grandparents were delighted.

Mandy met the man who was to be her husband within a year and so again poor old James would have to find the money to pay for another wedding. He was a nice enough young guy, called Adam Sinclair but he seemed rather quiet. I wondered if he would be man enough to stand up to Mandy as she could be quite a little madam when she set her mind to something.

It was at her Hen Party that caused the real cracks to appear in all our marriages.

 Chapter 2 –Some cracks appear in both marriages

Amanda and Jill started going to the same gym and soon had a small circle of friends that shared the ladies only time slots. They developed into close friends and soon they took it in turn to host social evenings where all the husbands could also attend. I suppose I got on reasonably well with most of the other husbands, but as usual, there were a few right arseholes as well. I'm sure some of them felt the same way about me.

At one of these get-togethers, Jill and Amanda announced that the ladies had been saving up each week to fund a ladies only week-end away to a health club and that all six of them had booked to go to the Hotel/Spa at the next Bank Holiday Weekend. This was only two weeks away and I for one was surprised for Amanda had not mentioned this savings plan to me and I was a bit put out about it. 

Later when we were back home I tackled her about it and she apologised for not telling me, but she had simply set up a direct debit and forgot about it until Jill had reminded her that night. 

"Anyway," she said, "You and James go off for golfing breaks every year, so we ladies thought we would treat ourselves to this spa thingy. Is this going to be a problem?"

"Of course not," I responded, "It's just that you never made any mention of wanting to do something like this before and you took me by surprise. I think it's a great idea, you deserve to get away and be pampered for a few days." 

I was concerned about how much this was going to cost and asked her. She was a bit non-committal about this but said. "We have agreed to share rooms to keep the costs under control and its money I have saved from my salary that's funding it. How do you fund your golf trips, I have never asked you before?"

Knowing that she was looking for an easy out, I replied, "The same way, I suppose. It's just that you have never hidden anything for me before to my knowledge and I was just wondering why."

Amanda had her opening and said, "I told you I never set out to hide it from you, it just happened that way. If you don't want me to go, just say so!"

She was clearly starting to get annoyed by my attitude, so I backed off and said, "I do want you to go. I have already said as much. I'm sorry if I appeared to be grilling you! OK?"

In a more conciliatory manner she smiled and said, "I'm sorry to. I didn't mean to get uppity about this trip; it's just something I've been looking forward to so much. Let's forget about and go to bed."

As she said this she reached up and started to caress my cheek with her hand and with her eyes expressing so much desire I put aside the contradiction that her last statement represented and hurried to comply.

She was obviously pleased with this response, as she was all over me that night and we made love more like we used to do when we were still newlyweds. Amanda can be very adventuresome in bed and there are no taboos between us. We have tried most things two people can do but her favourite was anal sex. She particularly liked me to fuck her bottom while she used her vibrator on and in her pussy. We must have worn out the batteries that night.

As I recalled our conversation the following day, the conflicting parts of her story made me wonder. If she had set up a direct debit and simply forgot to tell me, how then could she have been looking forward to her weekend away so much and then forget to inform me about it? I thought about challenging her about this, but decided on balance to let it go for now. Anyway, I reasoned, she is going with five other women, what possible mischief can she get up to with them in tow? Especially since her sister was also going! 

So the ladies went off and had their weekend away and returned raving about how good a time they had had. The first weekend after their return it was our turn to act as hosts to the Gym Group as I called them and we were all having a good time. The drink was flowing when James approached me asked if Amanda had provided any information about their weekend away. I told him that I had asked Amanda about it and apart from saying that they had a great time and that the food was excellent she had refused to divulge any further information.

James was clearly not happy with this and took the opportunity to raise the subject when we were all together. One of the other ladies, I think it was Penny said. "We decided before we left that, similar to you guys when you go off golfing, 'What happens on tour, stays on tour' and that's all we are going to tell you!"

I could see that James was less than happy about this, sure there were some things that happened on our golf trips that were never mentioned to our other halves, but they were more in the line of drunken nights rather than anything we would be ashamed to disclose to our wives. I took him aside for a quiet word and tried to calm him down. I said. "Look, I know you are worried, but she'll probably drop little insights as to what went on, if anything, during some casual conversation. If you make a big issue of it, she'll dig her heels in and end up resenting your lack of trust in her."

He promised that he would play it cool, but pleaded with me to let him know if Amanda let anything slip. I said. "You will be the first know if I do, but why are you so uptight about this?"

James then let his guard down completely and then proceeded to reveal the true reason for his concerns. 

"Jill had an affair about two years ago. It only lasted about a month. He was a fitness instructor at the gym she used to go to. I found out by accident and confronted her. She accused me of neglecting her and used that as an excuse for her straying. She begged my forgiveness and we patched things up. I'm just worried that she's starting to get the itch again. I love her and I couldn't face it if she betrays me again."

I was astonished, I knew Jill was a flirt, God knows I flirted with her often enough, but I would never have suspected her of cheating on James. He adored her and I always believed she loved him. I promised to try and find out from Amanda just what went on, but warned him, I would need to approach this slowly and not to expect instant answers. I also said. "James, I don't believe anything can have happened on their weekend away. Think about it, there were six women on the trip, they were sharing rooms, so I cannot see how one of them could pull a man during that break, without the others knowing all about it. You know the girl's, they couldn't keep something like that quiet! The word would soon get out!"

He thought about it for a while and agreed with me that he was maybe reading too much into the situation.

 Chapter 3 – The cracks are widening in both marriages

I did keep my promise to James and tried to gently quiz Amanda for some information about their weekend. She deflected my requests with an easy smile and said. "You will need to be more subtle than that. I know what you are fishing for and the answers still the same. 'What happens on tour, stays on tour'. Now, this is as good a time as any to tell you, we are still saving up for our next trip. We are going to go to Tenerife for a week in January. It's Mandy's hen party and she's all for it. There will be about twelve of us going so you needn't worry, there's safety in numbers."

January, I thought, that's still nearly six month's away but I was taken aback by this bold announcement and she must have seen the shock on my face. I asked. "Is that it then? Just a bold announcement of your intention to go abroad, leaving me to my own devices for a week. I know you do not need to ask my permission, you're a grown woman, but I am your husband and a little consultation would have been appreciated! Don't you think you should have talked this over with me before agreeing to this trip?"

She snapped back. "I'm consulting you now and you're right, I don't have to ask your permission and I'm sorry if my lack of consultation bothers you, but we have been planning this since our last weekend away."

I was so angry with her that I just turned away and took solace in the garden before my temper really let loose. The rest of that day and for the next several days' things were not so much cool between us as frigid. I made no attempt to discuss the matter with her and she in turn did nothing to appease me. She knew that I was angry, but that did not seem to bother her at all. 

James and I talked and I asked if he knew anything about this trip and he confirmed that Jill had told him last Monday night. Since Amanda and I had our bust up on Sunday, I concluded that the phone lines between our two houses must have been busy.

On the Friday, Amanda and Jill were talking on the phone for ages and when she eventually hung up, she came into the study where I was working on the PC and said. "Jill and James have invited us over tomorrow. Do you want to go or not?"

"They are our best friends, so yes, I would like to go."

"I'll just ring her back to confirm then." She replied rather icily, I thought.

That conversation was indicative of how our relationship was working at that time.

The following evening, we turned up at their home and after an awkward first half an hour or so, Jill came right out and said. "Look, Amanda and I want to apologise for not talking to you two first before agreeing to this trip to Tenerife. We realise that we could have handled it better, but we didn't think you would have any objections. After all, you accepted our spa weekend with hardly a comment."

James and I looked at one another, deciding who was going to be the first to respond. He nodded to me and I replied for both of us. "Apology accepted. We don't want to blow this up out of all proportion, but a week away at a Hen Party is a bit more of a stretch than a short weekend trip. It's not a question of trust, we love you both dearly and trust in you implicitly, but you could have been more considerate in how you broke the news."

Amanda came over to me and put her arms around me and said. "I'm sorry. I went about it the wrong way and could have kicked my self for just blurting it out like I did."

We kissed and made up and the remainder of the evening was more like a normal Saturday with our best friends.

So life went on, our relationship was back on an even keel again and Amanda was at pains to prove to me that I had no cause to doubt her love. Our sex life improved over the next few months and we both were enjoying a new lease of life. She teased me mercilessly and said at one point after an extended lovemaking session. "If that's how you are going to be like from now on, we girls will need to plan more trips to keep you up to scratch! I love all the attention you're giving me now!" 

Christmas came and went and soon it was time for their trip to Tenerife. I drove Amanda to the Airport and as we kissed goodbye, I said. "You will call me every night, won't you? I need to know that you are OK."

She promised to do so and for the first three nights, she faithfully rang me and we must have talked for at least thirty minutes each time. On the fourth night, there was no call and on the fifth she called but was in a rush, so apart for a quick hello and goodbye, I had little chance to speak with her. The sixth night was their last and again no call, but hell, she was home the next day, we would have plenty of time to talk then.

James and I drove separately to the airport to collect them. With Amanda, Jill, Mandy, and Sharon all on the same flight we would need two cars. All four were very tanned and Sharon and Mandy in particular looked very relaxed and happy. Jill looked very tired with bags under her eyes. Amanda's face had a strained look about it and she didn't say very much accept a quick goodbye to everyone. She clearly wanted to get off home so we quickly exited the airport and went home.

I quizzed her about the trip, but she just deflected my attempts at conversation. As we approached home, her mood lightened and I could see she was pleased to be back. We were hardly in the door before we were at each other. She was all over me and we fucked on the lounge floor in front of the fire. That was the first time in years that we had done that. I took her to bed even though it was only four in the afternoon and we spent the rest of the evening catching up.

In a moment of post coital interplay, she laughed and said. "If this is how you respond after six days apart, we'll need to make our next trip a little longer!" 

"No way, that was six of the longest days for me. In future I want you here with me all the time." I said this half in jest, but secretly hoping that she realised that underlying the humour was a serious comment.

For a moment I thought that she was going to respond, but she must have decided not to spoil her homecoming night.

The next day I was working in the garage trying to tidy it up so that we could get both cars in the bloody thing when she came running in and told me that the washing machine was flooding the utility room. I grabbed some tools and spent the next hour or so stripping the plumbing out to find the fault. What I found left me totally floored!


Betrayal Book 01



I soon found the cause of the problem! It was condom blocking the pump! The condom had obviously been used as the dirty bastard who had used it had tied a knot on the end and the contents were still imprisoned within. My mind was racing to conclusions that I did not want to face just at that moment, but I knew I would have to sooner or later.

Swiftly, I checked the contents of the washer drum and noted that it was all Amanda's clothing, mostly underwear that was in the wash, so that meant that she must have loaded the condom accidentally along with her underwear. She obviously hadn't noticed it or she would have disposed of it elsewhere. 

I was still on the floor on my knees putting the washing machine back together when Amanda appeared and asked me if I had found the problem.

Holding up the condom I said. "This was the cause of the problem and I think you have some explaining to do!"

Amanda's face turned ashen and I could see her horror at what I had in my hand. She just turned and threw up in the sink next to the washing machine. I gave her time to get herself back together and waited in the kitchen until she nervously came to join me some five minutes later. She said in a pleading tone. "It's not what it seems! I don't know how that thing got in my case. You must believe me. I would never do anything to jeopardise our marriage. I love you too much to cheat on you."

"So, just tell me how this came to be in your case?" I said holding up the condom.

"I just can't explain it! That's the problem! It must have been someone playing a sick joke." She replied.

"Do I need to get this tested to prove it is semen?" I asked. "Because, if it's a joke, it's strange one because it sure looks real to me! It's funny how a party of women sharing rooms manage to find a condom full of semen to plant in your case! Can you explain that to me?"

"I can't! Please you must believe me, I had no part of this. I don't know how it came to be in my case." She said and starting to cry.

"If you can't explain it, then tell me who you shared with, maybe she can shed some light on this!"

"Please don't ask me that, you know I made a promise not to tell what went on when we were away." She cried.

"Well it's either that or I will draw my own conclusions and you will not like the consequences of where my thoughts are currently going. Your refusal to divulge who else may be involved does not help me at all."

At that she caved in and said. "If I tell you will you promise that you won't tell James, it'll destroy him?"

"You know that I can't make that promise, if Jill is involved in this then he deserves to know the truth."

She was sobbing her heart out now and I had to harden my resolve not to concede the high ground on this. I stood up and went and put the kettle on. I needed time to think this through. I was ready to believe that she had been faithful to me, but I could not accept that she was prepared to put out marriage at risk by trying to set preconditions on her telling me the truth about their week away.

I made some tea and took her a cup and some tissues to dry her eyes. She tried to smile at me, but that soon faded when she saw that I remained stony faced and resolute. I sat back down and waited for her to start her explanation. I waited in vain as she remained silent. I stood up and put my cup in the dishwasher and left the room with her still sitting staring down at her hands and twisting her wedding ring round her finger.

Up in our bedroom I started packing some of my clothes in the suitcase she had just emptied of her clothing. I had almost completed my packing when she entered our room and when she realised what I was doing she screamed. "No please! Bill please, no don't leave me, you can't leave me over this misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding, I think it's more than that, don't you? Put yourself in my position and tell me what you would do if I were to return from a trip with a ladies thong in my pocket or briefcase. Then to compound, refuse to explain how this 'misunderstanding' came about! Would you just accept that I had behaved honourably? I doubt it. So until you are prepared to be unconditionally honest with me, I will be stopping at the Travel Lodge in town."

With that, I left her there and departed. I never thought for one minute that she would allow me to get out the door, but she did and by then I was too committed to back down.

I checked in at the Travel Lodge and sat down and wondered what the hell could have happened that my wife of twenty five years was not prepared to share with me, even to the extent of placing her own marriage at risk! I had switched my mobile off and tried to watch some television programme but I could not tell you what it was I watched. I was feeling hungry and went down to the bar and ordered a drink and some food. I was sitting sipping my beer while I waited for my meal to arrive, when a figure loomed large next to me. It was James. 

Agitation was written all over his features as he sat down. I signalled the barman for another beer for him and waited for him to say something. 

He sat there for a few minutes before saying. "Amanda is at my place crying her eyes out and refusing to say anything other than you have left her. What the fuck has happened during the last twenty four hours to cause this?"

I hesitated about telling him about it. For all I knew at this point, Jill might be implicated as well, in fact I was pretty sure she was in this up to her neck. As I considered this and wondered how much and what to tell him, he asked. "Is this to do with the Tenerife trip?" I nodded in confirmation and told him about the condom and Amanda's refusal to tell me anything by way of an explanation. We discussed it at length and he was shocked that Amanda was prepared to place her marriage at risk by protecting whoever had been at the root of this prank gone horribly wrong. 

Like me, he wanted to believe that the filled condom was just a stupid prank, but could not explain how real semen, if it was real semen could have been procured and placed in Amanda's suitcase. He asked where the condom was now and I told him I had it sealed in a plastic bag in my room mini fridge. He asked to see it, so we went to my room and retrieved it. He agreed that the contents looked real and suggested that I get it tested to be sure. I asked where the hell I should go to get it tested. This was beyond my experience and he said he would make some enquiries and let me know. We talked about the prankster and what they were thinking of when they planted the condom.

"Assuming that the semen is indeed fake, then they could have planted it Amanda's case believing to be the case of her room mate. If that is true, that would make Amanda totally innocent. Maybe the prankster thought that the condom would be found when she was packing before they left the hotel and disposed of. Sometimes pranks like that happen. Remember when one of the lads planted that bra in your case on that golf trip to St Andrews?"

I remembered it well. Fortunately I spotted it before I got home. We had a good laugh about it on the bus home and the prankster had to buy everyone a drink for his stupidity.

It took me about three seconds to consider the theory James's had put forward and said. "You realise that this all presupposes the semen being fake? What if it's real?"

"Shit!" he said in reply. "In that case, we really do have a problem, because if it's real that means that someone who had access to her room must have had sex with the lady concerned and all that implies. Shit and double shit!"

"That means we have two prime suspects, Amanda and whoever it was that she shared with. Why are they so secretive about who shares with whom?" He asked.

I thought that was another good question that needed an answer.

"Right." He said decisively. "I am going to demand that Amanda and Jill reveal exactly who shared with whom and what the hell went on during that trip!"

He paused for a few minutes and realising that I was not going to make any comment, he said, "Leave it with me. I will call you when I talk some sense into their heads. Meantime, why don't you consider going home. You're not going to get any answers here!"

He stopped at the door before just before leaving and said. "Please keep this to yourself for now, but I have had a good friend who now lives in Tenerife. I called him last week and asked him to get a local private investigator to keep an eye on Jill. I suspect that she is cheating on me again and I needed to know for sure. I don't have his report yet, but it's due anytime now."

I was about to ask the obvious question, but he held up his hand to stop me. "Please don't ask. We'll both have the answers we need soon enough!"

With that he turned and left me sitting on the bed stunned by his revelation.

 Chapter 4 – the truth hurts

I did consider it and decided to go home in the morning. Surprisingly, I slept like a log that night. I guess the emotional tension had exhausted me. When I returned home, Amanda was sitting waiting for me. She jumped up and tried to pull me into her arms, but I evaded her and said, "Nothings been resolved yet and won't be until you are prepared to tell me everything, you realise that? I have come home to give you the opportunity to do just that, if you refuse, then I will look for a flat in town. I cannot accept the present stand off!" 

She cried. "The problem is that there are others involved and if I divulge what I think happened then there could be serious ramifications for them as well!"

"Is anything more serious than trashing our marriage? I asked.

"For God's sake, surely, it won't come to that. I love you and have assured you that I was not a party to anything untoward. Can't you just accept that and let us move on?" she pleaded.

"No!" I said, "Because at the moment, I want to believe you, but I need to be sure and if you don't tell me the truth then the doubt will always be there!"

"Very well, if you insist, but believe me the truth will shatter your faith in those nearest and dearest to you."

She then sat down at the dining room table and I joined her. She asked if I wanted a coffee or something stronger and I could see she was trying to delay what was going to be a difficult explanation for her. I waited for her to begin talking. I was not going to hurry her. I wanted her to set the pace. She started by asking me if I knew about Jill's affair. When I confirmed that I did indeed know of it she said. "I suppose that this all started with the Health Spa weekend. Somehow Jill found out that the man she was involved with before was now employed at the Health Spa as a personal trainer. I did not know this until we arrived at the resort and she introduced him to me." 

I interrupted her and asked. "How did you know about her affair?"

"She told me all about it at the time, I tried to get her to finish it as James was sure to find out. She told me that they were being ultra discrete and that he couldn't possibly find out but of course he did find out and she realised just how foolish she had been. She begged James to forgive her, which thankfully he did. I asked her why she got involved with him in the first place and she said it started as only a little flirtation, you know how she loves to flirt, until one day she went too far and he dragged her into his equipment store and started kissing her. Things got out of hand very quickly and he was caressing her and pressing himself against her. She suddenly realised how big his cock was and she just had to experience it. She needed to see if size did really make a difference. She told me it did, he took her there and then and thereafter wherever and whenever he wanted. He was careful and discreet in his choice of places and that gave her the confidence that she would not be discovered."

"So she organised the weekend at the Spa fully intending to repeat her indiscretion with big dick?" I asked.

"Yes, but the rest of us knew nothing about him being employed there. I realised who he was as soon as we were introduced at the Spa and told her I was going to return home immediately. I wish to hell that I had now, but she persuaded me to remain as she would be placed in an impossible position trying to explain to James why I had returned early. Instead it was me that was placed in the impossible position. I stayed and she interpreted that as my acceptance of her intention to restart her affair. She took full advantage of this and even asked me to vacate our room when she had arranged to meet up with him. By this stage, I was only too glad to get out and leave them to it. The others noticed her disappearing act every afternoon at three and the comments started flying. I knew that we had to keep a lid on the gossip so I proposed that 'what goes on tour' thing. I think the others were only to glad to comply as they could see their opportunity for similar week ends would not be countenanced if word got around about Jill. Besides a couple of the others were also willing to let their hair down with the available talent working in the hotel."

"You mean the others were also cheating on their husband's as well?" I asked.

"Yes." She said quietly. "But I never did anything like that! I promise you I remained true to you."

I believed her.

She continued, "So that's why we refused to elaborate on the weekend. I warned them all that if we started to go into details of the weekend, someone would slip up and the discrepancy would be noticed eventually. So we stuck only to the hotel facilities and restaurant quality agenda to ensure we would not be caught out in a lie. In hindsight, I should have kept my mouth shut and let the cards fall as they may, but I didn't and I've regretted it ever since."

"What's this got to do with Tenerife and what happened there?" I pressed.

"When we were arranging the trip and organising who would share rooms, Jill insisted that she and I share. I was not happy with this arrangement but decided that at least I would be able to keep an eye on her. I thought that with her daughters Sharon and Mandy present she would curb her behaviour. I was right and for the first three days she behaved herself."

Amanda paused there to top up her drink and then continued. 

"On the Wednesday we all stopped by the pool and did nothing but drop into the pool when it got too hot and drink the fizzy punch they served up. I should tell you, most of us including me, were topless by this stage and some lads on a stag do were making a bit of a nuisance of themselves. They had parked themselves as close to us as they could and spent most of their time trying to chat up the younger ones. Most of our party were single and had no objections to the flirting and there were a few were even arranging to meet up with them later that night."

Once again, Amanda had to pause and have drink and to buy herself time to compose the next part of her story, I thought.

"Jill was a bit piqued by this and started flirting with one guy who from the bulge in his trunks must have been well endowed. The talk was full of blatant sexual double meanings and Jill was in her element. Mind you Sharon was not far behind. We broke up as the day got cooler and went to our rooms to get showered and dressed up for the evening activities. The Hotel had laid on some local entertainment and we decided that we would stay in and see if it was any good. It turned out to be very good and we took full advantage of the 'All inclusive' deal we had. We had a lot to drink and I think we were all pretty merry by the time the cabaret had finished. A couple of the girls had paired off with some of the young lads we had met that afternoon and they slipped away somewhere. Mandy got so drunk that evening that she couldn't even talk so I left them in the clubroom and took Mandy back to her room, undressed her and put her to bed. I returned to the club expecting to see Jill and Sharon still at the centre of things but only Sharon was still there. Jill had vanished. I asked Sharon where her mother was but she just laughed and said she was around somewhere. I was pretty angry that she had just upped and left me so I had another drink before calling it a night"

Amanda had another pause for her to refresh her glass.

"I went our room and without thinking used the swipe card and walked straight in to find Jill on her knees sucking the largest cock I have ever seen. She was naked and he only had his tee shirt on, everything else had been shed and scattered on the floor, dressing table and chair. He was holding the back of her head slowly pushing her head back and forward onto his erection. She couldn't swallow it all as it was too big for her, but she was sure trying to rectify that. I stood there stunned for several minutes trying to take in what I was seeing. 

The guy with the big dick impaled in my sister's throat certainly did and it was he who broke the impasse by telling me I would have to wait my turn. I felt myself go crimson with embarrassment as I turned and fled the room. As I stood there in the hallway and I wondered what to do, where to spend the night and whether I could get a flight out of Tenerife tonight, when the bedroom door opened and big dick slipped out of the door zipping himself up at the same time. He looked at me, smirked and said 'You should have stayed with us, I've never had sisters before!' I was so embarrassed and still trying to take in what he has proposed, that I just stood there as he walked up to me and kissed me full on the lips. I started to struggle and he just laughed and had a quick grope at my tits before leaving me standing there in shock. I would be less than honest with you if I didn't tell you that his actions left me shocked and to my surprise slightly aroused!"

I could hardly believe what she was telling me and sat there stunned for a minute or two. Amanda paused her narration and excused herself to go to the toilet. When she came back, I asked her if that was it or did anything else occur. She told me that was just the start and did I really want to hear the rest? I nodded and she continued.

She continued, "I went back into our room and found Jill sitting on the bed, still naked and looking like the cat who got the cream. Before I could say anything she told me all about how he had fucked her first on the bed and that the blowjob was her thank you for a wonderful fuck. We had a blazing row about her behaviour and some harsh words were said. Then she told me that she would probably not be seeing him anymore after tomorrow as he had had his conquest. I was relieved about that until she informed me that they were leaving to go back to the UK the following evening." She resumed after a pause. "I went into the toilet to clean off my make up and found the condom he must have used lying there knotted on the vanity unit. I was revolted by the sight of it and almost threw up. I used some tissue to pick it up and tossed into the sanitary disposal bin. Jill was asleep by the time that I returned to the bedroom went to bed myself. I found sleep hard to come by with the memory of the kiss and groping by that lout invading my thoughts."

"In the morning, I was up before Jill and dressed for a day by the pool. After breakfast, I joined the others by the pool. It was after lunchtime before I saw Jill and she made a beeline to where the same lads were mucking about in the pool. She talked to him for a few minutes and then approached me looking rather sheepish. She asked if she could have a word in private, so we shifted over to the shady side of the pool where there were only a few people about. She showed no remorse and made no apology for behaviour! All she wanted to talk to me about was to persuade me not to divulge what I had seen to anyone else. She stressed the word ANYONE and I took that to mean James. I asked to explain why she had bedded a boy young enough to be her son and she said simply and I quote, 'he has such a wonderful big cock, I couldn't resist it' So that's my sister for you, she's an out and out slut!"




Betrayal Book 01



"And what was the end of it with Jill? Did you agree to keep silent?"

Amanda refused to look at me and shook her head. I thought there must be more to come, so I pressed her again. "What the hell else happened?"

"Jill asked me not to go to our room that afternoon as she wanted to entertain big dick one last time."

"And did you agree?"

She hung her head and just nodded.

I could not leave this alone now, I was angry with her for colluding in this affair. So I asked her simply. "Why?"

She told me that Jill had told her that it was only a holiday romance and it would soon be over. Then she said with a little exasperation I her voice. "She's my sister for God's sake, I've always looked out for her! She said it was no different to me keeping my mouth shut about the Spa weekend and anyway what James doesn't know won't harm him!"

"And what about Mandy? Did anyone give a single thought about her during all this? After all, it was her Hen Party and it seemed that her mother was only interested in satisfying her base carnal sexuality."

"Mandy was so out of it the night before, so she would not have able to notice anything, but Sharon was around but after talking to her I found out that she had not noticed her mother's absence the previous evening. I was relieved about that and only hoped that it would stay that way."

I was so completely unhinged by this latest revelation that I stood up and was about to leave the room when she asked. "Don't you want to hear the rest of it?"

"You mean there's more?"

"Oh yes, so much more to relate yet!"

I wasn't sure that I wanted to hear any more details, so I said. "Just give me a summary then."

Amanda took a few minutes to collect her thoughts and said. "I kept away from our room that afternoon and waited until Jill phoned that he had left. All my clothes were still there and I needed to get changed into something more suitable for the evening. The room stunk of sex and I found four used condoms just like the one you found in my case lined up on the top of the TV. Jill was lying naked on the bed and had that dreamy look on her face. She told me she had been well and truly fucked and would be sore for a week. Looking pointedly at the line up of used condoms, I said 'He must have some stamina to fill four of those. She said quite simply, 'Oh they're not all his, he brought two of his pals in as well' I tried to reason with her about what she was doing and how that it was bound to come out this time, but she said that nothing would come out if I followed the 'On tour' rules."

She paused for moment as if trying to sort out the chronological order of events, then continued. 

"Where was I, oh yes, this was on the Thursday and the lads had to leave to catch their flight home that evening. Thank God, I thought now maybe we can get some semblance of normality back. With the boys away there was no opportunity for any more sexual activity that night, but on Friday a new crowd of men, not boys arrived at the hotel. I could see Jill and most of the others were interested immediately and the flirting started as soon as they joined us around the pool. I was determined not to get involved, so I told Jill that since this was the last night, Mandy, Sharon and the rest of us planned on going to a night club further down the coast. She took Sharon aside and spent some time talking to her privately. Things appeared to be OK when we went to the room to get changed for dinner and clubbing until just before we were to leave, Jill pleaded that she felt a migraine coming on and begged us to go on without her. I was concerned and offered to stay with her, but she insisted I go with the rest of the party."

"So that's what we did and we had a great time. We got hit on by a few guys we were dancing with in one club, but they were polite enough and did not cause us any bother."

"Later on when we got back to the hotel I went to our room to find the door wide open and on entering I saw my worst nightmare. Jill was on the bed was surrounded by four or five men with their cocks erect patiently awaiting their turn. On the bed she was entertaining two more! One of them spotted me and shouted to his mates, 'hey reinforcements have arrived' and started to reach for me. I turned and fled before they could lay a hand on me. I went to Reception and asked if they had a vacant room tonight. They were concerned that there was something wrong with my room and wanted to go check, but I told them that my sister was snoring so loudly that I would never be able to get any sleep."

"They laughed and quickly found me a room and that's where I spent the night. The images of what I had witnessed kept me awake for a long time. As you know our flight was an early morning one and we were to be picked up at eight in the morning I had yet to complete packing my case. Early the next morning, I just had to go in and disturb them. I entered the room not knowing what I was going to find. In the end all I found was Jill on the bed and sound asleep. She looked very used with red marks on their breasts and what looked like bruising on their inner thighs. I woke her up and told her that she had better get a move on if she wanted to catch our flight. She cursed loudly and jumped up and ran into the toilet to get showered. I looked around the room for my stuff to find that it was scattered everywhere."

She hesitated clearly unsure of how much to tell me before continuing. 

"The first thing that struck me was the number of used condoms that were also lying around, some on the TV as before but others both sealed and unsealed were also lying where they were dropped. I was mortified, I could not leave the room like that, so I slipped a plastic bag over my hand and proceeded to pick them up and place them in another bigger bag. I all I counted tent condoms and when Jill came out from the shower, I handed her the bag and said 'yours to dispose of I think' She didn't turn a hair and told me she would get rid of them before we left. I hurriedly completed my packing, throwing my clothes in any old how. I guess that's why I never saw the condom that blocked the washer. I had my shower and dressed. Jill was still packing, so I simply left without saying another word to her and went down to check out. The rest you know."

"OK, I guess I understand and accept your theory of how the condom arrived here, but what I cannot for the life of me understand, is why you condoned her behaviour? Didn't you realise that by remaining there that you were aiding her in her adultery?"

She started to get very agitated and was pulling at her wedding ring, a sure sign that she was desperate to find the words to explain her position. Finally, she said.

"Put yourself in my position, I was a four or five hour flight from home, my little sister had placed me in an impossible position. I knew if I returned home early there would be questions that I could and would not answer. I also knew that poor James would immediately suspect something and was amiss if I refused to provide a believable response and I also knew that he would ferret out the truth eventually. I thought that if I remained with them I could get her to realise that she was destroying her marriage and get her to change her ways."

We both paused for a while, I went to the toilet and when I returned, she asked. "What do you intend to do now? Are you going to say anything to James? You know that it will destroy their marriage if you do?"

"What makes you think that he does not already suspect Jill of fucking around behind his back?" I asked.

She went pale at that question. "But how could he possibly know, if everyone keeps their mouths shut, he will remain in ignorance?"

"Give him some credit for fucks sake" I almost shouted at her. "You said yourself that she was showing the signs of wear and tear from her sexual Olympics! Do you think he won't notice? He's been without sex for almost a week! I don't know how often they have sex, but I would imagine that it they are anything like us, he will have been only too eager to welcome her back."

She clearly hadn't thought about that and just sat there with tears running down her cheeks. She wasn't sobbing or crying hard, just the silent tears.

 Chapter 5 – James gets the Pi's Report and another family wedding event

As it turned out, I did not need to inform James about Jill's behaviour as James called me at work the next day and asked if we could meet that evening before going home. We agreed to meet at what was becoming our regular, the Travel Lodge Bar. I arrived to find James already there waiting with our beers lined up. He looked pretty awful and he said. "Don't say it. I know I looked like death warmed up. I've already received that comment from my PA. I need to talk to someone about the PI report that was emailed to me this afternoon." He then handed me the summary sheet attached to the report and I quickly scanned through it. It pretty much mirrored what Amanda had revealed to me the previous night. I handed it back to him and asked him. "What do you intend to do?"

He said. "I just don't know. Mandy's wedding is next weekend and the last thing I want to do is spoil her big day, but I don't know if I can act as if nothing has happened for that long. It was bad enough when I only suspected her of cheating but now I have the proof, how can I not say anything?"

I thought about it and said. "Don't you have that big commission in Plymouth due to start soon?"

He nodded in the affirmative, so I suggested. "Why don't you take yourself off down there for a few days, at least until Thursday, that way you limit your contact with Jill to phone calls?"

"That's a great idea." He said as he jumped at the idea. "It's far enough away that I need to stop over and I can use the time to think this through properly. God knows I love her, but this time it's different. I forgave her for her last indiscretion, but this time it's too much!"

We talked around the issue for another hour, but I didn't share Amanda's confession and theory about the condom incident, he had enough on his plate the sad bugger.

When I got home, Amanda quizzed me on my meeting, but I refused to discuss it with her. She was angry at my refusal, but I was still mad at her for putting herself into the position of abetting her sister's infidelity, however many excuses she dreamed up.

So life at the Cairn's house was no bed of roses either that week!

Saturday, and Mandy's Wedding day arrived. We were all in church awaiting the bride's arrival and we all arose as she walked down the aisle holding her father's arm. She looked absolutely radiant and so happy that I had a lump in my throat when I thought of the heartache that would welcome their return from honeymoon. James looked as proud as a peacock, nodding and smiling to everyone as they made their way to the altar. Once he had handed her over to Adam he stepped back and joined Jill on the front row. Jill looked very smart in her designer dress, complete with a stylish fascinator on her head. I watched her closely and she seemed to be tense as if expecting something to happen, but the ceremony went off without a hitch. The reception was held in a large country house and for once the photographer didn't keep everyone waiting for hours. The speeches were all very good, the best man's in particular was very humorous and caused much blushing from both the bride and groom. James speech was more subdued and I noticed that he never once mentioned Jill during it, though he did make reference to honour and faithfulness. I watched, as Jill seemed to squirm a bit when he said that, but I may have been imagining it.

The remainder of the evening went without any cause for concern. True to his word, James had not let his marital problems intrude on his daughter's big day. I thought he did very well. It was Amanda, who told me later that she noticed that he did not once dance with Jill nor spend any more than a few minutes in her company. She also commented on the fact that, they were both circulating and talking with the many friends that descend on these events, so she concluded that was the reason.

The Monday following the wedding, James called me and informed me that he and Jill were separating. He would say no more than that, but did add that he had asked her to leave, which meant, in his opinion that as her closest relatives, Jill would be descending on us soon. I asked. "What happened when you showed her the report?" 

He replied succinctly. "She didn't deny it, told me she still loved me, she wanted us to talk about it, but I refused and told her this time it meant divorce."

Sure enough about an hour later a crying Jill turned up in a taxi and asked if we could put her up for a few nights. Of course, Amanda went into big sister mode and took Jill away for some words of comfort. That was the last thing on my mind, I did not want her in our house at all and told Amanda that, but later I had to compromise for the sake of my marriage. Amanda was adamant that no matter what Jill had done, she was still family and in dire need of support. Within days, Jill had settled in to our home as if it was her right. I lost control of my drinks cabinet and TV remote control overnight. She was drinking heavily and Amanda kept making excuses for her. 

Mandy and Adam returned from honeymoon a week or so later and were met by Sharon and Gary. I don't know what James had told Sharon about the separation, but she came firmly down on the side of her mother, almost as if he had been the one to have an affair! Soon they were all round at our house ensconced with their mother and Amanda.

It was Amanda who later told me that Jill slanted the explanation she gave to imply that James had encouraged her to take a lover and that it was only when he decided that he couldn't cope with the reality that the separation happened. 

I was furious with her and asked why she did not put the facts to them straight and she said. "Jill was in such a state that if I had I couldn't bring myself to alienate her from her daughters!"

"And what about James, you have just let her assassinate his character by not countering her suggestion that he was complicit in this? I honestly despair of you! Just how much more bullshit are you going to allow her to spout?"

Amanda was not having that and she retorted. "Do you know that he has cut her off without a penny? He's cancelled her credit cards and changed the bank accounts and stopped her allowance. She's practically destitute!"

"I don't believe that for a minute that he would cut her off just like that. There must be more to this than we are being told."

I called James and asked him about her allegations that she had been left without any funds and he denied it immediately. The anger in his voice was obvious when he said. "Look! I told her when we broke up what was about to happen and that it would take a few days to make the arrangements! For your information, I have transferred £2,000 into her account this week and will continue to do so each month until the divorce is finalised!" He suggested that we needed to get together and discuss the financial arrangements to prevent any future misunderstandings. I agreed, but he was off to Cornwall again and would be gone for at least a week or two. He promised to call me on his return.

Eager to set the record straight, I related this to Amanda and Jill and she had the good grace to admit that she had in fact received confirmation of the payment when she went to the bank that day. I suggested that she should enlighten her daughters that their Dad was not forcing her into penury. Things got a bit heated after that as Jill refused point blank to tell them the truth. Finally with my exasperation getting the better of me, I said. "Fine! If you refuse to enlighten them, then I will and about more than just the financial situation!" 

Amanda and I disagreed totally about my disclosing the information and we had a major confrontation. At one point, she told me. "Look, it's none of your business and you would be better served by keeping your nose out!" After that it was inevitable that we did not speak to each other for several days. Jill was fully aware of our disagreement, Christ you could not keep an argument like that one quiet and every evening after I returned from work, she just sat there in our lounge, remote control in hand and swigging back my Brandy. She had habit of letting a secretive little smile come over her face whenever Amanda and I were together in the same room. It was not an attractive trait and I knew she was up to something! So I made a mental note to watch her closely over the next few weeks.

Amanda and I managed to get back on speaking terms at least, but neither one of us retracted or apologised for the harsh words that were spoken during our argument. Sex was definitely not on the agenda and I tentatively raised the subject with her. She said. "I'm not comfortable with 'doing it' with Jill just along the landing. What if she hears us?"

I controlled the temptation to respond as I wanted and instead asked. "When is she going to start looking for a place of her own? She has enough funds to at the very least, rent a flat or something."

Amanda promised to raise the subject with her, but did not want her to feel as though she was getting pushed out while still so fragile."

Fragile my arse! She was anything but fucking fragile. I was ready to explode, but I bit my tongue and controlled my temper. It would not be productive to start another fight with Amanda over her sister. After all she had agreed to raise the matter of her moving out with her, so I decided to quit while ahead.

James returned from his business trip to Cornwall and called me. He requested that Amanda and I meet with him to discus his divorce from Jill. He specifically stated that he did not want Jill for this meeting. We presented ourselves at his house at the appointed time and he ushered us into the dining room. He opened the conversation and said. "As you may have gathered from my call. I have decided that divorce is the only viable option. Jill's behaviour has made any chance of reconciliation impossible."

After collecting his thoughts, he then summarised the financial arrangements he had agreed with his solicitor and gave us a brief summary. He explained that to fund the two weddings, he had been forced to take a second mortgage on the house and this meant that there would be little equity left when it was sold. He had a problem, in that his company had been nominally paying Jill a salary and clearly he was obligated to support her until she found another job. He said that he was proposing continue with the monthly payments to her at the current rate and would maintain this for another six months or until their divorce was complete. She would be entitled to half of his private pension frozen at the point of their separation, but this would not fall due until his nominal retirement date. Jill's car had been on lease to his practice and the contract terminated immediately.

He handed Amanda the sheet summarising all this and she agreed to discus it with Jill. He smiled and said. "I don't care if she agrees to my proposals or not, I am filing for divorce based on 'irreconcilable differences' If she chooses to contest my proposed settlement, then I will have no option but to use the PI's report and change the grounds to adultery!"

Amanda was clearly shocked by his hard-nosed attitude. She had never seen this side of James. This was the decisive architect and project manager side to him that he rarely if ever displayed socially. She looked as if she wanted to say something, but wisely decided to remain silent.

We returned home and Amanda took Jill into the dining room for a talk. I was glad that it was not me that had to inform her that James's attitude had hardened. I could hear the raised voices and decided not to get involved.




Betrayal Book 02



 Chapter 1 – Sharon & Gary

Book two is mainly about the relationships between our niece and husband and how it impacted on our marriage

It was about two months later that Amanda received a call from Jill one evening. Now, Amanda had not spoken to Jill since she had thrown her out of our house and it was a surprise therefore when she found out who the caller was. Jill was in tears and begging Amanda to come over to Sharon's home. It appears that Gary, Sharon's husband had left her and she was distraught and in no fit state to look after her children. Of course, Amanda went over immediately and tried to console Sharon and Jill who was also getting upset. 

When she returned home later that evening she told me the gist of what had happened. According to Sharon, Gary had left earlier in the evening after simply telling Sharon that he no longer loved her and though he loved his kids and that he would miss them, he was not prepared to continue living a lie. I knew Gary very well by this time. Apart from working for the same company, we were now family. He was successful in his job and had proved to be a reliable and conscientious employee and more importantly a good father to his kids.

Amanda and Jill tried to be supportive to Sharon and her kids as best they could and over the next few weeks, more information started to emerge about their break-up. Sharon accused Gary of being authoritarian and demanding. It seems he was extremely jealous of her job and resented the independence it gave her. He felt she should be at home looking after their children. Sharon had returned to work, on a job share basis with another married mother. She insisted that she had to work to help with the household bills. Apparently, they had a large mortgage and despite Gary's best efforts, they were running behind on their commitments.

Jill and Amanda spent many hours talking to Sharon, but she steadfastly refused to provide any further information about their separation. The one thing that did emerge from the issue was that Jill and Amanda were back on speaking terms. I was glad that they were at least communicating again. It does not a genius to work out that in the end family is family. That did not mean that I was ready to forgive and forget and despite Amanda's pleading that I allow her to come to our house for dinner, I refused to even consider it. Jill had almost brought our marriage to its knees and I could not condone her presence in our home. Amanda and Jill arranged to meet once or twice a week and I had to accept that despite everything Amanda was still close to her sister.

I was at work when I was called to the MD's office as he had something he needed to discus with me. I entered to find Gary sitting there with an almost embarrassed look on his face. Our MD, Brian Whittle briefed me that Gary had handed in his resignation and whilst he had no option but to accept it, he wanted me to try and talk some sense into him before the formal process took over. He asked Gary to wait outside for a moment as he wanted to talk to me privately. When we were alone he asked if I knew why Gary would choose this moment to resign. His main concern was that Gary had been approached by one of our competitors. Gary was working on a high profile product that our competitors would dearly love to get their hands on. It was far in advance of anything on the market at present and we had high hopes that it would take us from a small nationally recognised company to truly international status.

Explaining to Brian that Gary was having personal problems and that I thought that was the root cause of his resignation was not easy, without revealing all the details. I asked to be given some time to persuade him to rescind his letter. Brian told me brusquely to get it sorted! He couldn't afford to lose Gary at this stage of the product development. 

Thanks a bunch, I thought sourly, now I had to get involved once again with my wife's family and their problems. I tried to explain to him that I wasn't a marriage guidance counsellor, but he just gave me one of his stares that left me in no doubt that he would not accept any excuses on this one.

I left Brian's office and collected Gary from the clutches of Brian's PA who was a recognised man-eater. Once in her arms, rumour had it that she could corrupt a saint. I was not going to give her the opportunity with Gary. I took him back to my office and sat him down. I went to my cabinet and poured him a strong McCallan's 18 year old Malt and handed it to him. While he sat and sipped at his drink, I pretended to read his letter of resignation, what I was really doing was trying to formulate some plan that would reverse his resignation. I could only really see one way forward, so I took the bull by the horns and asked him outright. "Is your decision to resign a direct result of the problems with your marriage?"

He nodded the affirmative, so I followed up by asking. "Why do you think that resigning from your job will resolve that issue? After all, whatever the outcome, you will still need to support your children."

He said. "I have a lot to offer another employer, I am aware of my worth in the current market. A move to another city and employer would help me make my separation from Sharon more definite, in any case I can't continue to live at my parent's house much longer. They are giving me a hard time about things as it is, I just need to get away from everything for a while."

I pointed out that any move to another employer, in another city would only add to his isolation from his kids. I also pointed out that he had signed a non-disclosure agreement when he started with us and that we would view any breach of this seriously. I actual fact, it would be almost impossible to enforce any breach of this agreement and he probably knew it!

Searching for another factor to prolong the discussion, I asked. "I have heard Sharon's side of the story regarding your break up, but I've be around too long to believe just one side in cases like this. It always takes two to cause an argument and I truthfully don't believe her version, there's just not enough there to cause a rift like this. Do you want to talk about it, anything you tell me will remain between you and me, unless you give me your express permission to divulge to someone else?"

Gary looked at me and I could see that his eyes were filled with tears and he was on the verge of breaking down. What on earth had she done to bring things to this state, I wondered. He said. "I don't think I can speak about it just now, it's too fresh and painful."

I wondered about this and I suggested. "Why don't you just sit down quietly and write it all down in chronological order? That way you can express yourself anyway you choose and who knows it may help you define what he real issue is. Tell me 'Do you still love Sharon or not'?"

"I don't know, she seems to be trying to drive me away, but I do love my kids and I miss them more than you can imagine. I like your idea of writing it all down however, I'll give it a try. You might not like me or Sharon much after you've read it!"

"Listen." I replied, "after what your mother has put me through over the past twelve months or so, I don't think anything can shock me anymore."

He smiled at that and asked, "your word that this will remain between you and me, you won't discus it even with Amanda?"

"Amanda's the last person I would reveal anything to, she couldn't keep a secret from Jill if she tried. Yes, you have my word on that."

"OK," he said. "I will send you the whole sordid details when I've had a chance to sit down and compose it all."

I smiled at him and said. "In the meantime, how about I ignore this resignation letter until you and I sit down and review your thoughts?"

To my relief, he agreed to that and then I had another thought. "You said you needed to get away from your parents for a while, I will need to check with Amanda, but there's a spare room at our house. If she is agreeable, would you like to stop with us until the issues are resolved, one way or another?"

"What about Amanda, won't she be pestering me just the same way my parents are?"

"You underestimate her. She has an open mind regarding you and Sharon's problems and is savvy enough to know that she has not heard the full story. I can assure you, she will not press you for details, but if you need to ask her advice, she will give you a reasoned response. She is very close to Sharon and Mandy, but she is not blind to their foibles and faults."

He considered that for a moment and then said, "If she is happy to have me, then I would be delighted." Gary left shortly after that and returned to work. I called Brain and told him that the crisis had been averted for the time being and that Gary and I would be working to try and resolve his problems. He thanked me and then told me. "This is your number one priority until it's resolved, take what time you need, but sort it!"

When I returned home later that evening, I found Amanda strangely receptive to my proposal regarding Gary. Despite what I said to Gary, I had reservations that Amanda would not be pleased about my proposal, but she accepted having another man in our house without any hesitation. We made love that night and she was quite vocal in her demands for me to fuck her harder. I'll never understand her!

 Chapter 2 - Gary's Confession

As promised. Gary had worked on his perception of where his marriage to Sharon had gone awry. I post it here unabridged.

'Sharon and I had happy marriage during the first four years. We had two wonderful children and until we over extended ourselves financially, I thought we were the perfect couple.'

'Our problems began shortly after our eldest reached school age. We had moved to a larger house and complete with a bigger mortgage. We would still have been OK if I had not made some stupid investments and we found ourselves overextended. We discussed the problem together and Sharon said she was ready to get back into the workplace. I could see no other solution, other than asking our parents to bail us out and I for one was too proud to ask for help.'

'Sharon was fortunate and quickly found a job with her previous company. It was on a job share basis with another married lady with child commitments. Sharon worked three days consisting of twelve hour shifts, so it was almost equivalent to a full time role. At first she dressed fairly conservatively and I used to rib her about it. She had been a very successful Office Manager previously, but now found herself back at the bottom of the tree, filing and processing documents. She found this pretty frustrating and I teased her about how she used to use her assets to promote herself in her early days at the company and suggested she reverted to that style. At first she resisted and said that she was too old to act like that anymore and anyway she was a respectable married woman now! I persisted and suggested that if she wanted to get promoted she needed to change something. At first she resisted my efforts to get her to dress a little more adventurously, but slowly she started to wear shorter dresses that showed her curves to her advantage. She did admit that she was getting a lot more attention from the male managers and that she had started to flirt with some of the more attractive ones.'

'It was me that changed the course of our marriage. One night we attended a party at the house of one of our neighbours. We only knew then slightly, but we were conscious that we had been putting them off in the past, so we decided to attend. We were greeted at the door by our host Tim and introduced to his wife Roberta. She was extremely attractive and her dress was clinging to her like a second skin. She was tall at around five foot eight and clearly wearing no bra as her nipples were very prominent.'

'We were introduced to the three other couples attending the party and they were all aged in their mid thirties and lived locally. They were all fairly attractive couples and as the conversation moved from funny innuendo to double entendre's bordering on crude I began to suspect that they all knew each other really well to speak so openly to each other. Their conversations were mainly about sex and what turned them on. I watched Sharon throughout this and noticed she seemed to be enjoying herself and not fazed at all by the direction the conversation was taking. At one point I found myself alone with our hostess Roberta in the kitchen and she told me straight that they regularly swapped partners and that if we wanted to join their little circle of friends, Sharon and I would be more than welcome to join them. To help me decide she grabbed me and pulled me close pressing her luscious body against me. She kissed me and soon my erection was so obvious. She slowly stroked it and smiled and almost as if by their own accord, my hands found their way to her breasts and then onward beneath her dress to the junction between her thighs. She helped me raise her skirt to give me free access to her pussy. She had no panties on and she was literally dripping. I also noticed she had no pussy hair, she was completely bald down there!'

'Roberta and I broke our clinch as Tim barged into kitchen for more drinks. He looked at Roberta and winked and told me not to let him interrupt my enjoyment of his wife's body. I stammered that I needed to speak to my wife and returned to the lounge. I found Amanda standing quite close to one of the men and he was whispering something into her ear. She just smiled at him and shook her head and then noticing me approach excused herself and came over to join me. I asked her what that was about and she said he had just proposed to fuck her senseless later on. I found to my surprise that I wasn't angry at this, in fact I was rather proud that another man found my wife desirable. I asked if she realised that they were all swingers at this party and she confirmed that she knew this and that she had known about these parties before we agreed to attend. I asked if she wanted to participate later on and she almost floored me by saying, "it might be fun." I asked if she was sure and she just said, "why not!" To cut a long story short, we did stay on later and I fucked Roberta twice before we finally left. Sharon told me later that she was also fucked twice, once by the fellow that promised to fuck her senseless and failed to fulfil his boast and the other time by Tim.'

'The following day we talked about what had transpired the previous evening and Sharon said, "Gary, last night's events doesn't alter my love for you, but I really liked getting a different cock inside me!" Then she added, "It certainly spiced up our love life. When you went down on me last night after we got home, I erupted like a volcano. I've never come so hard, the thought of you sucking another man's sperm from my pussy was a real turn on for me." She asked if I was happy with what had went on and how I felt about sucking someone's sticky goo out of her cunt. I told her I had enjoyed the attention she received from those two men and as for cleaning her afterwards, I was not so keen on doing it again.' 

'Things returned to normal over the next week apart from in the bedroom. Sharon wanted to relive the night of the party just about every night. I wasn't complaining, she was like a nympho, always ready to fuck, always very wet and willing to try out any position or any orifice. The one common element was that she insisted I clean her up with my tongue afterwards. This never failed to give her a massive final orgasm before we called it a night. It didn't bother me licking up my own sperm, it was part of me and she had no qualms about swallowing it, so why should I?'

'We were invited to attend another party and this time the hosts were one of the other couples, it seemed they took in turns to host the events. Sharon was so excited about going that she was soaking wet all day before hand and was forced to change her panties twice. I admit that I was also looking forward to the evening and wondered who I would be paired with. When we arrived at the party, we were met by our hostess and surprised to see she was rather demurely dressed in a long dress that revealed kittle of her figure. She hastily explained that she and her husband had two teenaged children and they had yet to leave the house. They were sleeping over at one of the friend's homes and that until they departed we needed to be a little discreet. This would be hard for Sharon as she was wearing a backless cocktail dress that was pretty short finishing about five inches above her knees. She had found it difficult enough when sitting in the car from stopping the hem rising and revealing her charms to all and sundry. Our hostess, Debbie was still putting finishing touches to the finger buffet she was preparing, so Sharon volunteered to assist in the kitchen thereby avoiding any embarrassments in front of Debbie's kids.'

'The two kids soon departed and we adults were free to start the evening's entertainment, but first we had the buffet and some drinks. The party then followed on a similar vein to the previous one. This time the ladies were given a playing card and then dipped in the hat to extract a matching card. If they selected their own husband's card they had to redraw. When all five couples had paired off and with the alcohol flowing, soft lighting and background music, the clothing also disappeared. I was paired with Debbie and as she preferred some privacy when screwing, she took my hand led me to her bedroom upstairs. I found her charms irresistible and we fucked like crazy the first time. I must have brought her to two or three orgasms before I couldn't hold back any longer and shot my load deep into her pussy. We must have lain there kissing and talking quietly in the aftermath of our passion and she explained some of the other rules that governed these parties.'

'She told me that some of the participants had young children and that it was not always possible to leave them with grand parents overnight. I these situations, the ladies returned to their own homes with their partner for the night, but the partners must depart no later than midnight. This was to prevent any embarrassing situations the following morning. Apparently, they had a situation arise once and she told me a very funny story surrounding this event, hence the rule about midnight terminations. We were still laughing when the bedroom door opened and we were joined by Roberta. She was naked and carrying a bottle of bubbly and glasses. We made room for her on the bed and I found myself living out one of my oldest fantasies.'

'The two women were soon working in tandem to get me erect, not that it was too much hard work for them. At one point I was kneeling between Roberta's open legs with her bum resting on my thighs as I slowly fucked her. She was moaning or at least trying to moan which was made difficult for her as she had Debbie astride her face forcing her sloppy cunt onto her willing tongue. Once Debbie had her orgasm she stood up and left us to it. Roberta had a mixture of my and Debbie's cum smeared all over her face and I pulled her over so she was astride me with her breasts available for my searching hands and tongue. We came together in a huge climax and collapsed together, of us seemingly completely sated for the moment.'

'After a while, we returned to the lounge and I looked around for my wife. She was not anywhere in the room and Tim noticing my search met my gaze and pointed to the dining room. I went in and found Sharon on the table with one of the other men, Andy I think trying to enter her anus. His prick was pretty big, bigger than mine at any rate and I thought she will never be able to accept that in her arse, but she did and I watched as he fucked her to several orgasms. When he had finished, I moved to try her bum hole myself, but Peter beat me to it by pushing me aside rather roughly. "You can have her at any time, but this is my chance and I have been looking forward to this for ages." Sharon by this time was beyond worrying about the pecking order, she wanted fucked and just looking at me said, "Gary, let him do me please. He is the fourth one tonight and I need it to beat my record of three men in one night." I stood back and watched as he fucked my wife. He lasted ages, he must have had a hard night, but my cock was still hard when I felt it engulfed be a warm mouth and tongue. I looked down and saw an older woman I had not met before on her knees giving me what turned out to be one of the best blow jobs I had ever had.'




Betrayal Book 02



'I found out afterwards that she was old enough to be Sharon's mother, and her name was Betty. Her Husband was called Ted and he was even older than her and slightly overweight. Betty's body was still ripe and full, even if her breasts sagged more than a little. I was not to fuck her that evening, I just couldn't get it up again, but I was to sample her charms at a later event.'

'The party finally wound down and everyone started to dress and depart. Arrangements were made to meet again the following week to celebrate the birthday of Janet. She would be forty and the group consensus was that a milestone like that could not pass without a party.'

'The following week's party turned out to be one of those where the ladies returned to their own homes with their partner for the evening. I was drawn with Betty and we both enjoyed ourselves in bed. At the appointed hour, I started to get dressed in preparation for my departure. Betty looked at me and smiled, then she said, "there's no need to hurry away you know. We don't have any kids to embarrass besides I want to talk to you."'

'So I sat back down on the bed and she said, "you are different from all the other men in our little circle. You actually make love to your partner and take time to ensure she is completely satisfied, the other men, well they just fuck us and are more concerned about their own satisfaction than their partners. I'm not complaining about that, it's nice to be treated with some respect occasionally."'

'She paused for a moment then continued, "We women who participate in this type of lifestyle generally fall into one of three categories. The first, is the coerced wife. She only participates because her husband has pressurised her into it. The second, well she joins in because she knows that is the only way to keep tabs on him as he will cheat at every opportunity. The final type is the wife who wants this type of lifestyle, she loves the sex, loves the feeling of being used and using men for her own sexual gratification. Men however, I find fall into two main categories. The first is the male alpha type who just wants to fuck anything in a skirt and because he doesn't want to divorce his wife, gets her involved also. That way he is absolved of any guilty feelings. The second type is the man who likes to experiment and has fantasises about fucking different women. This type can go two ways, firstly he may enjoy it and enjoy the sight of his wife fucking other men, so he embraces the lifestyle whole heartedly or he finds that once he has tried it, the novelty of fucking other women wears off and he finds that he much prefers making love to his wife."'

'I started to ask her where she was going with this, when she put her finger to my lips and said, "patience, I'm getting there. I have been watching you and though you participate in the conversations and perform more than adequately in the sex department, you do not share the confidences that that the other men do. You are there but apart from them. I think you are of the latter persuasion in my potted analysis of the two male types. You have tried the lifestyle and have decided it's not really for you but your wife on the other hand is firmly the third type of female. She loves the lifestyle and all that goes with it! You now have a major dilemma because you realise that she is getting more and more into it and you want out. I wish you luck and hope you find a way to keep your marriage alive."'

'I wanted to protest that she was wrong, but the realisation suddenly hit me, her assessment was spot on, I did want to stop the partying and I knew that Sharon was getting more an more into it. I moved to leave when she grabbed my arm and said, "one more thing before you leave, the reason that I didn't want you to rush away was that right now, Sharon is entertaining most if not all of the men in your bed. They all went with their respective partners for the evening but congregated back at your house after they had fulfilled their duties elsewhere. The other wives don't know this and I only know because Ted knows better than to lie to me and I saw something was going on earlier and quizzed him before we left."' 

'As I left her then to return home, my thoughts as I pondered on Betty's analysis and revelation about Sharon buzzing around my head like a swarm of locusts. I considered what my options might be if the predicted gang bang was in fact happening. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I missed my own front door. I retraced my steps and walked up my pathway to find the front door wide open and to be met by Tim descending from the upstairs bedroom, zipping up his fly as he as he came down. He joked with me that Sharon had invited some of the others to continue the party after the twelve o'clock deadline. I dashed upstairs to find Sharon on her hands and knees astride Andy while Peter was pushing his prick into her arse. She was clearly enjoying this double teaming and urging them to fuck her harder. Off to one side stood Ted getting dressed, clearly he had had his turn and was preparing to leave also.'

'I stood and watched and started to feel sick, the bile rising in my throat. Swapping partners was one thing, but Sharon had taken things to another level and the feeling of disgust at her behaviour became overwhelming. I grabbed Peter around the neck and by his hair, what little he had and pulled him off her. He tried to fight back but I thumped him just once in his fat belly and ordered him to get dressed and leave. Meanwhile, Sharon and Andy had stopped their gyrations when they heard my voice and Sharon started to climb of his large member. I grabbed her by the hair and assisted her to her feet. I pushed her into the en-suite and ordered to clean herself up. Andy tried to apologise and said he thought I knew about her after hour's invitation. I just felt weary and told them all to get he fuck out, which they did rapidly.'

'Sharon finally emerged from the en-suite, still naked. I could see the love bites on her tits and all the signs of some rough usage on her face and inner thighs. She tried to explain that it was just an extension to our earlier activities, but I was having none of it. I said, "we agreed to the swapping of partners, I even consented to you having multiple partners, but you deliberately forgot to mention your little private party arranged for tonight. Why not? Did you think I would veto it? That's it for me. I'm finished with the swapping and if you want to remain married to me, you are too!"'

'She was contrite and in tears as she agreed to my demands. The following day, I called Betty and informed her that Sharon and I would no longer attend any parties. She commiserated with me and told me she for one would miss me. She also asked if we could keep in touch as she was interested to see if Sharon and I could make our marriage work. I said of course she could and gave her my mobile phone number.'

'As for Sharon and I, well I thought that we had reached an agreement and though the next few weeks were hard for us both, I believed we had turned the corner. I was wrong and I only found out that she was continuing to see some of the other men on her own when I received a call from Betty. She said, "Sorry to be the bearer of bad tidings, but I told you that my husband knew better than to lie to me and I became suspicious when he changed his daily pattern. I wrung the truth out of him and I'm sorry Gary but it seems that Sharon is still meeting with Ted and some of the others on the days when she doesn't have to go to work. By the way, they have also been taking photographs of the action, so to speak and I will forward them to your phone now."'

'The images confirmed my worst fears! Sharon was prominent in all of them. She was the focal point of a gangbang with four men. I knew them all from the parties we had attended and I felt ill. That evening I confronted her and demanded an explanation. Sharon at first tried to deny everything until I showed her the pictures. She said, "Gary, I'm so sorry, but they kept pestering me and I found myself relenting to their demands. I know I'm a slut, but I just love the way they fuck me!"'

'We talked and talked about it, but she refused my demand to stop seeing them. I felt I had to do something to shock her into realising how badly she had betrayed me, but since she seemingly had no remorse for her actions, I decided that separation was my only option. So that's just what I did and you know the rest.'

Wow, I thought, like mother, like daughter! It seems that Sharon just couldn't say no to any man, just like her mother. Now I had a problem. I promised to try and help Gary and see if there was any way to save his marriage, if he still wanted to save it!

 Chapter 3 – Amanda's turn to play the femme fatale 

At home that evening, Amanda was in the kitchen preparing our evening meal and I sat down with Gary and asked, "You realise that you are partly to blame for Sharon's behaviour? If you hadn't encouraged her at that first party then you may have still been together! Do you still love your wife, even after all that's transpired?"

"Yes, I'm well aware that I opened Pandora's box but now all I want is to close the lid again! Yes, I still love her and it's driving me crazy not to be with her, but I cannot live with her infidelities. She needs to stop fucking around and promise to remain faithful to me if we are to have any chance at all!"

I pondered my next step and decided I needed to see Sharon and see where she stood. I can't say I was enjoying being an amateur marriage guidance counsellor and I was pretty sure I was going about this in the wrong way, but I could not see any other way to break the impasse that they had created for themselves. I resolved to go with Amanda the next time she went to visit.

After dinner that evening, Amanda and I exchanged a look and smiled at each other. This was a silent signal that old married couples like us had and there was no need for words to express our desire. So we retired early leaving Gary with the remote control and the TV. We must have been feeling horny because no sooner than we undressed and kissed and one thing led to another. As I said, Gary's presence in our home had restricted our lovemaking, but for some reason my normally reserved wife was all over me and she made little attempt to suppress the sounds of our love making. We brought each other to a satisfying climax. As we lay there recovering our breath, I asked her what had caused her to be so forward. 

She smiled and said, "I was home early tonight for once and finding the house empty, I decided to have a bath instead of my normal shower. I had not locked the bathroom door as I thought no-one would be home until much later. I had just finished lying in the bath luxuriating in the warmth easing away my tensions and had just stood up to get out, when in walked Gary! Anyway, he must have been desperate for the toilet, because he already had his trousers unzipped and pulling out his cock before he realised that I was standing there stark naked! I had nothing to cover myself with as the towel was on the towel rail opposite the bath. He just stood there with his dick in has hand taking in the view. I was trying to cover myself with my hands, when he reached over and took the towel of the rail. He stood there smiling and asked if I wanted him to dry my back. I grabbed the towel and tried to cover my embarrassment. He had one more good look and left the room after apologising for invading my privacy."

"So that's why he had a big grin like a Cheshire Cat who's got the cream all the way through dinner." I said with a smile.

"I was so embarrassed tonight, I felt as though my a face was Fire Engine red all evening! Do you think he will just forget it ever happened?" she asked.

"I wouldn't if I was him, the sight of your beautiful body would awaken the dead. Did he have an erection?" I asked.

"No, I don't think he had enough time to get fully hard, but it was twitching as he backed out the door." She replied. Then she added with a wicked grin on her face, "It looked as if it would be a lot thicker than yours from the little I saw of it, whether it would be bigger all over I don't know, but would you like me to try and find out?"

I was gob-smacked by this revelation from my loving wife! Was she serious or just joking? I couldn't tell from her expression. Maybe she was just winding me up, but when she reached down and grasped my cock, it was already hardening, betraying me. The idea of her flashing her body to another man had taken me by surprise and aroused at the same time.

"I don't think that would be a good idea." I replied. "He's probably in bed by now and wanking himself at the very thought of your charms on display. He has been celibate since his bust up with Sharon as far as we know, so he must be pretty randy by now."

She just smiled at my response and bent her head down to engulf my burgeoning phallus with her mouth. After that, I was sated and I believed that she was too.

 Chapter 4 - Sharon's version of events 

I contacted Sharon the next day and arranged to go and see her. I explained that I had been trying to counsel Gary over their marital problems and thought that if she and I could get together, we may be able to find a way forward. She agreed to meet and I turned up at her home that afternoon. I explained how I had approached the issue with Gary and that he found that writing it all down had helped him to express his feelings with a little less emotion than a verbal conversation. I asked her if she wanted to try to express herself in a similar fashion. She agreed and I gave her similar instructions to those I had given Gary.

Three days later Sharon emailed her story to me. As I read through it, I realised that someone was telling porkies pies as her account of the events presented a darker picture than Gary's.

Sharon maintained that their problems had started shortly after their marriage. Again, I will let you judge for yourself as I present her tale verbatim.

'Firstly, let me state that Gary and I were school sweethearts. I never went with any boy other than Gary. I gave him my virginity when I was sixteen and we courted for another year before we moved into together. Not long after we married, Gary started to try and control me. He asked me to dress a little more sexily, both for work and leisure. I was happy to comply. I loved him to distraction and wanted to do anything that would please him. I guess I am slightly submissive and I quite enjoyed the looks my appearance drew from other men. After the kids were born, he got more controlling than ever. He even started to buy clothes for me to wear and some were very revealing. I didn't refuse him and he then started to question my movements and wanted to know how I had spent my day. At first this was OK, I viewed it as concern for me and the kids.'

'This went on for a few months and then one evening he informed me that we were to attend this party. I had reservations about Roberta and Tim. I had heard gossip about their parties and I told Gary about it. I think that this gossip made him even keener to attend. Gary selected the clothes that I was to wear and I protested that my breasts were in danger of popping out if I had to stoop over, but he just said, "So what? You've got to start living a little. Anyway, if the party is as raunchy as you suspect, you will not have it on for long."'

'I was stunned and just stood there for a moment. He told me to get a move on or we would be late. I stopped him and asked, "Am I to understand that you want me to swap partners at this party, so you can screw another woman?" He replied rather vaguely, I thought, "Let's just go with the flow and if it happens, it happens." Then he said, "Our sex life is getting a little stale, maybe this will spice things up for both of us." I was getting curious about this new side to Gary, so I again repeated my question and he was clearly getting a little pissed at me when he replied tartly, "You need to learn to loosen up a bit. Yes, if the opportunity arises, I want you to fuck another man tonight. I certainly want to try a different pussy and if you refuse then we may have bigger problems to face!"'

'Now I was getting totally pissed off at him. Clearly he wanted to try this swinging thing and the dark threat was out there threatening our marriage if I did not comply. I resolved to attend with him and do as he asked. If the right opportunity presented itself, I would go with the flow as requested. So we went to the party and the people we were introduced to appeared to be pretty nice and after a few drinks, I found myself enjoying the bawdy comments even if some verged on crudity. I watched as Gary started openly feeling up Roberta. I glanced around and saw that several other pairs had split off and were starting to get it on. I pondered what to do and thought, well if he wants me to go with the flow, lets see how far he is prepared to take it!'

'I let the boastful one screw me first and after him, Tim wanted his turn, so I let him take me as well. To my surprise I really started to enjoy myself and I also realised that I had the power within me to control these randy men. A little word of encouragement or a demand for them to perform had them practically drooling for a chance to screw me. I had not given Gary a single thought until he came looking for me when it was time to go home. Once home, Gary was so excited by the night's activities that he started to question me about what I had gotten up to. I gave him the abridged version and he started to go down on me, sucking the combined juices of my lovers and I from my pussy. I had another massive orgasm as he did this. Poor lamb, I could not get his cock to stiffen again that evening no matter how hard I tried.'

'We discussed the party the next day and agreed we would like to attend another, if invited. I was pretty sure we would get invited as two of the men, who did not get their chance with me had pressed me to commit to coming to the next party.'

'As the next party approached, I decided that if Gary wanted a slut for a wife, then I would oblige him. Gary's probably explained about what happens where the participants had young children and this event was one of them. I took it a bit further and invited all the men to stop by my house when they had finished with their partner for the night. I told them it would be open house and anything goes and they were all happy to accept. I never told Gary about this arrangement, he wanted a slut wife and he was going to get one!"' 

'When Gary finally turned up, just as the lads were finishing me off, he was furious! It seems that he had changed his mind about this wife swapping business and demanded that we stop attending any future parties. I played along and agreed, but I had had a taste of the orgasms that multiple partners can provide a highly sexed woman and was determined to find a way to continue with my new lifestyle for a little longer. I didn't want to continue with that particular lifestyle for too much longer, I was worried about STD's and we had failed to take even the most basic of precautions. I had only known one man sexually and that was Gary, but after that first party I now wanted just a little more before stopping.'

'Of course, I was caught out and this is what led to our splitting up. Do I still love Gary, I'm simply not sure. He's changed and the control freak within him is starting to dominate us. He used to be considerate and understanding, but now he is morose and domineering. If you can see a way out of this mess, then good on you, but there will have to be changes!'

 Chapter 5 – Betrayed 

I have to admit that her statement threw me more than a little. That her version of events differed from Gary's was only to be expected but her assertion that he was a control freak and had manipulated her into the wife swapping party scene left me wondering who to believe. Certainly I was sure that he had not displayed any such tendencies whilst he has been resident in our home, but then again, I hadn't really been that observant. Then there was the incident in the bathroom with Amanda, had he deliberately sought the opportunity to embarrass her? By her own admission, Sharon had taken to this new lifestyle and through it had found a kind of independence from her husband. I wondered where to take the issue of their marriage from two such conflicting positions. 




Betrayal Book 02



Sitting at the computer in the room we used as an office, I considered the next step. I decided to get a drink and went to the kitchen to prepare some coffee. Just as I reached the door, I could hear Amanda and Gary talking quietly, but with some vehemence in Amanda's voice in particular. He was standing right next to her stroking her arm and talking to her. I thought enough is enough and coughed as I entered the kitchen. He almost jumped back away from her and broke contact. I asked, "What's going on, you're both very quiet?"

As I asked the question, I was watching Amanda's face and could see a guilty look flash across her face, quickly replaced by a deep blush as she tried to recover her wits. "We were just trying to decide on what to have for dinner tonight." She and Gary exchanged looks and he followed on quickly, "It's either Pizza or spaghetti, you choose."

I made the decision and we had spaghetti. Over dinner I kept glancing at the two of them and watched them as one would look at the other thinking that they were unobserved by the other. What they both forgot about was me! I watched as they exchanged furtive glances and alarm bells were ringing loud and clear in my head. That night we retired at the usual time around ten thirty and for some reason I awoke sometime later to find myself alone. I checked my watch to find that it was just after midnight. Where was my wife? I listened as hard as I could but there was no noise other than the creak of the central heating pipes as the cooled and contracted. I arose and checked the bathroom and then went downstairs to try and find her. She was sitting in the lounge, in her dressing gown and reading a book. I asked what was the matter and she said she was having difficulty sleeping and for me to return to bed. She came with me and we exchanged kisses before falling asleep.

The next day was a Monday and I informed Gary that Sharon had also completed a similar exercise to the one he had written regarding their marriage difficulties and suggested that I arrange for the two of them to meet at my house and exchange their accounts. I would be there to act as mediator and Gary was agreeable to this. I also said that I would be talking to Sharon as this plan had not been mentioned when I arranged for them to write their own accounts. With his agreement in the bag, I phoned Sharon and set up the meeting for the following weekend. 

That evening was similar to the previous one. The pair of them kept looking at one another and occasional a secret little smile would play across Amanda's face. At supper time, I walked into the kitchen just in time to see him slip a little plastic container into the pocket of her housedress. He was saying something to her but so quietly that I couldn't make it out. When we retired upstairs to our bedroom, Amanda was first into the en-suite and emerged wearing her little short nighty. She said, "I'm just going to make hot chocolate to help me sleep, do you want me to make some for you?" I said, "That's a good idea, it's ages since we have done that." 

She slipped on her dressing gown and went down to make the drinks. I went into the en-suite to prepare for bed and noticed her house dress lying on top of the linen basket when I went to put my soiled underwear for the wash in it. Curious about the little container, I rather guiltily searched the pockets and found it. It was a pill box, the kind the pharmacy uses when dispensing drugs. I checked the label and seen that it was made out in Gary's name! The product name meant nothing to me, so I made a mental note to check on it the following day. 

I replaced the container and housedress and completed my ablutions and retired to bed. Amanda had my hot chocolate waiting for me and we talked about our plans for the next day. We kissed goodnight and I went out like a light. I awoke the next morning to the sound of the alarm. This was unusual for me. I'm normally up and about before the alarm sounds, but this morning I was still sleepy and fuzzy headed as I showered and dressed for the day ahead.

At work that morning, I remembered about the little container and Googled the name Triazolam. That was the name of the drug on the container and discovered that it was prescribed for insomniacs! It was a sleeping pill! I read through the product data sheet about possible side effects and then the thought about my oversleeping this morning coupled to the thick head I had on arising, could the symptoms have been caused by this pill? My suspicions were now bordering on the paranoid! Could it be that my own wife had drugged me? It certainly would explain my lassitude this morning or it could be that they were for her personal use? Certainly, she was having trouble sleeping, or so she claimed. I decided that I would need to be more vigilant around bedtime. 

At home that evening and after dinner I made a quick trip up to our room and searched for the sleeping pills. She had not tried very hard to hide them as they were tucked away in the back of the medicine cabinet. I counted how many were in the container to establish a base line. All I needed to do now was keep a check on the number of capsules left and when one was missing, be very careful about what I drank. 

Returning downstairs I watched some TV with Amanda and Gary until bedtime. Amanda suggested that we all have a drink of hot chocolate or cocoa again as it seemed to work well the previous night. I agreed and moved as if to go and prepare it, but before I could get up, she was already moving towards the kitchen. When the drinks arrived, I made some excuse about checking the emails before bed and took the drink with me into the study. I had a stashed an empty water bottle in my desk earlier and poured the contents of the mug into it. I had decided to retain a sample just in case. In the en-suite, I checked the pill box and there was one fewer capsule than the night before!

We went to bed and after a short while reading, I feigned a loud yawn and after kissing my loving wife goodnight, turned over and pretended to go to sleep. Well, that's not strictly accurate, I did actually drop off only to awaken when the door to our room opened and light spilled in from the hall. I risked a look through half shut eyes and there standing in the door way was Gary. He was stark naked and his cock was fully erect and he whispered to Amanda to come and join him. The mattress rocked slightly as she arose and went to join him at the door where he pulled her to him and kissed her hard. He broke the kiss and I clearly heard him say, "Don't ever make me come and get you again. You're my slut now and I expect you to be naked when I summon you!"

I heard her whisper a contrite, "sorry, it won't happen again. I just feel awful drugging my own husband so I can go and make love my lodger."

"Let's get this straight right now! We don't make love, we fuck. Now let's go and get down to the dirty."

With that he turned and left and she followed meekly behind him. I lay there, now wide awake and listened to the sounds of them fucking. To my mind, Amanda was far more vocal with him than she ever was with me and I wanted to go and stop this right now, but I realised that there was more to this than just my relationship with my wife. Sharon was telling the truth about him, he was a sexual predator and I wanted to confront her with undeniable proof of her infidelity. 

The best way to acquire that proof was to photograph or video them in the act. My mobile phone had those abilities, so I crept out of bed and went to the door of the room Gary was using. They hadn't even bothered to close the door so confident were they that I was well out of it. I started to take photographs and obtained all the proof needed. Amanda was on top of him and slowly riding herself up and down, moaning with obvious pleasure. She started to up the pace and started slamming herself down on his thick cock. She let out a loud scream as her orgasm ripped through her and tried to stop pumping but he was having none of that as he simply pushed her off and ordered her onto her hands and knees. 

She moved to comply and he used some of the juices sluicing out of her cunt to lubricate her anus. She tried to twist away from him, but he held her firmly by her hair and growled at her, "Stop pretending that you don't want this! We have been talking for days about my cock in your arse and I'm not going to pass up the opportunity." She stopped squirming around and knelt there passively as he eased himself into her tight bum hole. Once he was fully imbedded he started to slowly stoke her fire and she started having multiple orgasms and pushing herself back to meet his thrusts. He increased the pace until finally with a massive shudder, he released his load into her. They both collapsed on the bed breathing heavily. 

I retreated and returned to my bed and plotted the best way to get my revenge. Nothing came immediately to mind, so I tried to get some sleep, but the sounds of the pair of them fucking started again. I got back up and went into observation mode again, this time my phone set for movies and filmed their second fuck of the night. Amanda was having multiple orgasms as he rode her hard, never pausing until he came again. They lay there and he started talking about work and I was about to retire to bed once again, when he started boasting about this new product he was team leading and how he had programmed it that if they ever tried to fire him, he had the perfect way to screw them up. 

That brought me up short. I was no expert on our company's products but knew the best way for him to achieve that would be to plant a worm deep in script that only he had access to. Any threat like that, if implemented would cause us loads of problems. The future expansion of IT Solutions was riding on the product launch only weeks away. Now I had something to work with and returned to bed to start planning my revenge for making me a cuckold in my own home. I went to bed and went quickly to sleep, dreaming of how I would confront Gary, but not just on the issue of my marriage but also with terminating his employment with us or any other company in the same field. 

I was sound asleep and when the alarm sounded I awoke to find Amanda beside me and starting to stir. I realised that I would need to act as though completely unaware of her infidelity. I decided that the best way would be to get out the house as quickly as possible denying her any opportunity for the usual pleasantries. I jumped up, showered shaved and dressed before she realised what was happening. I paused long enough to give her a quick kiss goodbye and pleaded that I had an early meeting. 

This would not be a lie as I had to see our MD, Brian Whittle and appraise him of the information Gary had inadvertently revealed last night. I suggested that we needed to get him out of the office for a few days to enable our techies to go over the new product with a fine tooth comb. We had to identify and negate whatever worm or virus he had planted. Brian said, "I know just how to do that! We are BETA testing the new product at one of our launch customers based in Edinburgh. Jenny Adams was going along to act as our launch manager, but she will be suddenly be taken ill this morning and Gary will be her replacement. It's scheduled for three days this week and he will be conveniently out of the way. That will free up Jenny to conduct the investigation, next to Gary, she knows the product better than anyone."

We discussed what the next steps would be should we find the proof that Gary had abused his position. Brian was all for firing him on the spot just as soon as the evidence was uncovered. I then explained about how I acquired the information and asked if I could be allowed to handle the confrontation in my own fashion. He asked what I was planning and when I revealed my plans, he was more than happy to accede to my request. 

My marriage to Amanda was over. It may have been just a passing fling to her and I may have gotten past that. After all, I was trying to help Gary and Sharon continue with their marriage despite their joint infidelities and it would be hypocritical of me not to try and save my marriage given the similarity in circumstances, but she deliberately drugged me to enable her nights of passion with her lover and there was no way that I could forgive her duplicity.

That evening when I returned home, Amanda was dressed in a sexy plunging dress that I had never seen before. Almost as soon as I entered our home she was all over me kissing and caressing my body. It had been years since she had behaved in this fashion and I decided that I may as well take advantage of the situation. She was practically pulling my clothes off right there in the hallway! I stopped her and asked, "What about Gary? He may arrive home at any minute!"

She giggled and said. "He's already come and gone. He's had to go to Edinburgh until Friday, so we have the house to ourselves again." I needed no further urging as I feigned ignorance about Gary's whereabouts and dragged her upstairs into our bed. I stripped her quickly and in seconds my clothes were beside hers on the floor. I stepped back to gaze at her naked form and was surprised to see her pussy was shaved bare! 

"When did this happen?" I demanded looking pointedly at the junction of her open thighs. 

"I did it today, I thought you would like it." She said sensuously caressing her exposed pubes. "You do like it, don't you? She asked.

I just nodded and delved between her legs to worship at her fountain. She tasted of sex, I could smell it and so withdrew slightly to look more closely at her pussy. I noticed it was swollen and that her labia glistened with moisture. I resumed my efforts with my tongue and she was soon writhing towards her first orgasm with me that afternoon. I moved up her body and noticed that her breasts also looked swollen and quite red. I wasn't sure but I thought I detected a slight bruise on the underside of her right tit. She was fully aroused now and soon she demanded, "Don't torment me, just fuck me hard!"

I did as ordered and found her cunt to be very loose and well lubricated. I was pretty sure Gary had left a deposit in her before I got home. I knew he had a five o'clock flight to catch and that he had left the office at ten to pack for his trip to Edinburgh. Since we lived no more than thirty minutes from the airport, that meant he had plenty of time to fuck my wife before his departure. It was the school half term holidays so Amanda was at home and obviously very willing.

For my part, I was taking advantage of the situation to fuck my loving slut of a wife because after this week, I would be seeking my sexual release elsewhere.

 Chapter 6 – Revenge

I contacted Sharon and arranged to meet her later that day. When we met, her sister Mandy was also present. Mandy and her husband Adam have not featured in this tale as their marriage, as far as I was aware was a happy one and their lifestyle did not overlap that of her mother or sister. I briefed Sharon in general terms about the situation. She took the news far better than I had expected and told me that she had more or less decided that her marriage was over. What I had just told her reinforced her resolve. I asked if she was prepared to help me get a little of my own back by meeting with Gary and reviewing their situation. She wanted more detail on what I was planning but I refused. I said, "Just trust me. You won't be disappointed." She just nodded and as we parted she gave me a hug that lasted a little longer than usual. I could feel her firm breasts pressing into me and I instantly felt myself get hard. She felt it too and smiled broadly before kissing me full on the lips before she turned and fled. I must admit I was aroused and wondered about the silent promise in her kiss or was that just my imagination. 

Next, I followed up that meeting by emailing Gary with the details of the proposed meeting. I suggested to him that Sharon was more than ready to accept him back into her life. A blatant lie, but I felt he needed a carrot to entice him to attend. I was confident that his ego was such that if he thought he could return to his marriage and continue to fuck around with my wife, he would be unable to resist the opportunity. 

Thursday evening was almost a replica of the previous night, except this time Amanda greeted me stark naked apart from a pair of four inch heels. She was a bit tighter that night, probably because Gary was not there to loosen her up first.

Friday evening I returned home to discover Gary and Amanda already there. I must have almost walked in on them embracing as they practically jumped apart when the heard me approach. They were in the kitchen and could not have heard my entry into the house for the music coming from the radio.

Gary was the first to recover as he smoothly said, "We are just discussing where I should take you out tonight for dinner. You have refused to take any rent for my board and keep in your house, so I would like to treat you to dinner."

I almost laughed in his face. He wanted to take me to dinner in lieu of his board and lodging? What about his fucking my wife? How much was that going to cost him? More than he knew at the present that was for sure, but my time was coming. 

As Amanda and I dressed for our evening out, I quizzed her about what they were really discussing, but she insisted it was about the choice of restaurant. I dressed in shirt and slacks as we were going to a diner that specialised in country music, so there was no need to get dressed up. Amanda chose to wear jeans and a fairly plunging top that enhanced her generous breasts. Gary insisted on driving and Amanda and I did not raise any objections as this meant we could both have a drink. Dinner was excellent and I must have drunk the best part of a bottle of red wine followed by several brandies. Amanda was more fastidious and only had a few glasses of white wine. Gary was an excellent host and kept us entertained throughout the meal. There was a small trio playing and some couples were up dancing. I was too mellow by this stage to be bothered but Gary insisted Amanda owed him at least one dance and with my consent and encouragement they went up to dance. I watched them dance and they seemed to be having a serious talk until the music changed to a slower number and he pulled her into his arms. I paid a bit more attention at this point but he refrained from doing anything that would arouse my suspicions. 

When we returned home, Gary poured me another brandy and had a generous measure of my best malt whisky for himself. I reminded Gary that we had arranged a meeting with Sharon to review their respective writings on their breakup. Amanda and I would be there to offer support and keep the meeting constructive and he said that he welcomed the chance to resolve that issues with his wife.

With that all I finished my drink and kissed Amanda good night before climbing the stair into oblivion. I was not as drunk as I had pretended as I had only appeared to be knocking it back. I doubted if the nice planter beside our table would survive the amount of wine I poured into it. I pretended that I didn't hear Amanda coming to bed but I did. She slipped into bed and cuddled up to me and kissed me. I gave her a half hearted response and pleaded tiredness before turning over. I guessed she just wanted to make sure I was sound asleep. She lay there for about five minutes before she arose and crept out of our room and into his.

I was really pissed off at her, the bitch! She was that fucking eager to get more of his cock couldn't even wait until I was sound asleep before leaving our marital bed and joining her lover! Part of me wanted to go in there and confront them, but the more responsible part of my mind counselled that revenge was a dish best served cold, so I bided my time. It was not easy as the sound if their fucking was clearly audible through the thin plasterboard walls. 




Betrayal Book 03



Chapter 1- Aftermath 9 Months on

Book three is all about life after divorce and my decision about a lifestyle change

I soon found a one bed-roomed flat for rent and moved in within the week. I contacted my solicitor and set the wheels in motion, regarding our divorce. I also followed his advice regarding bank accounts and other shared equity items. So the wheels turned slowly. Amanda barraged me with emails and left messages for me that I refused to respond to. Eventually she must have got the message as the calls ceased.

After that I had little or no contact with her though I did occasionally see her around town, usually with her sister or nieces but I pointedly avoided her. Our divorce went through after about 3 months and I received a nice cheque for my share of the equity on the house. How she managed to retain it, I don't know, but she did. 

Amanda sent me an Email just about nine months after our divorce informing me that the house was on the market and that she had accepted a new teaching position in France. She reiterated that she was deeply sorry about how things between us had worked out. She even signed it Love and Kisses, Amanda!

I responded to her wishing her all the best in her new life and was mildly surprised to realise that I meant it.

Sharon and Gary were also divorced around the same time and I heard that he was finding it tough to find work. The word went round within our industry and without a supportive reference, he had little or no chance to maintain his standard of living. As a consequence his child support payments fell into arrears and he was getting hounded to make payments on that score. 

I felt guilty about the impact all this had on Sharon and her kids. After all I was responsible for bringing it all to a head, so I helped out whenever she would allow. She would refuse any direct offers of financial assistance from me, but I tried to compensate by ensuring that her kids received presents for Easter, Christmas and birthdays. I made it a habit to take her and the kids out for a meal at least once a month and I knew the gesture was appreciated. It was little enough but I used the opportunity to find out what the kids needed most, usually it was clothes, so at least they were properly dressed for the season. Her mother, Jill had moved back in with them to help with the mortgage and this enabled them to remain in the family home.

Sharon returned to work and upped her hours to full time. She told me more than once that it was tough, but they were surviving. 

Jill was also working and had built up a thriving business in an Internet based dating agency specialising in mature singles. I had heard rumours that there was more than dating involved but did not enquire for details.

As for James, well he continued with his architectural business and found the time to indulge himself in his pet project. A local housing trust had invited tenders for the design of a housing project targeted at first time buyers. The Local Authority had identified a 'brown field site' and the design brief was for a minimum of 150 units on the site.

James had a thing about designing a modern version of the post war prefabs. These houses had proved very successful when they were constructed just after the second world war. They were cheap to construct and only supposed to last ten years. Instead many lasted thirty to forty years before finally being demolished. The major drawback with them was they were almost totally constructed of asbestos sheeting, but many families were proud to acknowledge the start they provided to their married life. James was confident that he could design similar affordable homes using modern eco-friendly materials. He designed the individual unit types on a modular basis that would suit a prefabricated construction method using standard Auto CAD platform, but he lacked the time to design the site layout. He approached me and asked if I knew anyone who would be prepared to work for peanuts and who had the innovation needed to interpret his draft layout schematics into a 3D computer model.

I thought about it and suggested he contact his ex son. He nearly choked on his beer and asked. "Are you serious? Why would I even consider employing that bastard after what he put Sharon and my grandkids through?"

I said. "Firstly, he's available, secondly, he has the skills and thirdly, he struggles on what he earns to pay the child support for his kids, so any job that provides him the opportunity to rehabilitate himself within the industry would be attractive to him and has the added benefit of helping him support his kids."

"I see where you are coming from." He replied, "but this is a hell of a risk you are proposing. What if he uses the chance to screw my reputation in the community? "

"Leave that to me, I will make the approach and if I think he's still the same character that split from Sharon, I'll pull the plug on the offer. Once he starts, I will get one of our staff to run a check on his output on your behalf. How does that suit you?"

James agreed and I contacted Gary, despite everything that he had done to fuck up my life, there was still something about the guy and he was bloody good at his job. I had him checked out by a firm we use to vet prospective employees, an innovation I had instigated after Gary's attempt to work us over. The report came back and confirmed that that he was desperate to find employment in the IT business, but had met rejection as recently as the previous week. It appeared that nobody was prepared to employ him with his previous employment reputation. Financially, he was about as far down the chain as one can get. His current employment was at the minimum wage and he was struggling to meet his Child Support commitments.

I made the approach to him and he almost bit my hand off so eager was he to redeem himself. He asked after his kids. He told me it was breaking his heart not to see them as often as he would wish, but without any spare cash, he could not afford to take them out on his visitation days. I told him, they would not be looking for anything from him but himself. He was their father and they needed him to be around and showing an interest in their lives. He thought about that for a moment and agreed to make more effort to keep in contact.

James met with him a few days later and explained what he wanted from him and asked if he would be prepared to give it a try. He explained that he would pay him by results and if they were awarded the commission to build the estate, he would make sure he was rewarded. James would provide the facilities and they would meet every evening to review progress. Gary set to work and James told me later that he had not taken long to get to grips with the CAD software, in fact he was complaining about some elements of the programme that he found to be overly complex and wasteful.

The final product was marvellous and James invited me to view his proposal just prior to its submission to the Housing Trust. To my untutored 'eye' it was superb. It was viewed in 3D from the eyes of a visitor to site. It started with an overview of the site and one was able to walk into the estate, down the path to any front door and into the house itself. The attention to detail was terrific, from access routes, to toilet layout it was all there. James was also delighted with the en-product and told me that Gary had suggested many innovations that he had not thought of, like superimposing the plumbing and wiring schematics on top of the basic layout.

It was several weeks later that James called me to tell me that his submission had been reviewed and he was short-listed for the final vetting. He and Gary would be making the presentation and he was confident that they had a good chance of being successful.

I think that I was just as nervous as James regarding the presentation. If he was successful, his business would take off. The Government was pressing local authorities and private enterprise to do more to help first time buyers as a way of stimulating the housing market that had been in the doldrums since the recession started and many other housing associations were watching this development closely.

James was won the design competition and appointed as the Architect for the construction. He decided to employ Gary on a fulltime basis to help him develop sales packages based on his initial design, but safeguarding his copyright to the concept. 

So life for James had suddenly gotten very busy, so it came out of the blue when he told me he was thinking of getting married again. He had met a divorcee called Sheila Burns and he had been seeing her for about six months. I was surprised, I had no inkling that he was involved with anyone, but when he introduced us, I could see why he was attracted to her. She was around five foot in height, short black hair and with a nice figure to complement her height. She was bubbly and full of fun and she clearly thought the world of him. 

Seeing them together, so happy made me realise that I was missing female companionship, one night stands and several short relationships mean that sexually I was never short of company, but they left me vaguely dissatisfied. There had to be more to life than this! I reflected on my past life and the one true love of my life. Amanda was lost to me through her own actions and I felt regret that I could not find it in my heart to forgive her, but life goes on. I was by now fast approaching fifty and resolved to change my life by the time I reached that particular milestone. 

Book 3 -- Betrayal - Chapter 2 - A new start -- twelve months on

The lifestyle change I was planning was radical. I decided that since I was now financially secure, I had no desire to continue working full time. I had sufficient reserves to maintain a reasonable standard of living without having to touch the money from the sale of what had been home to Amanda and I. I discussed it with Brian and he was more understanding than I thought he would be. 

He told me that he would be sorry to lose me and asked if I would be prepared to undertake some consultancy work if requested. I said of course, but where I was going was still a bit of a mystery and I did not really know myself where I would end up. He just told me to keep in touch and take my laptop with me. He was quite mysterious about his plans but said he would be in touch.

The only decision I made immediately was to retire as soon as I had defined just what I intended to do with my life from this point forward. I began looking for my successor the very next day. There was only one person currently working for us that I felt possibly ready for the big step up and this forced me to look at recruiting from external sources. 

The vacancy was advertised and Brian and I interviewed the short list of candidates that I had drawn up. The successful candidate who impressed both Brian and I was from outside the company. He was Peter Jackson, aged forty two and had a very good reference from his current employer. The added bonus was that he could start within three months. With my successor appointed, I was now free to seriously plan my future.

The new appointment, when announced naturally left me with a very pissed off member of staff. She was called Sam Jordan, married with two young children. I broke the news as gently as I could before we publicly announced my retirement and replacement. I explained my reasons for selecting Peter Jackson over her and though she was still pissed off with me she promised to support him as she had me for the previous few years. I was glad to get that hurdle over, it was not an easy choice but I felt that Sam was just not ready for the additional responsibilities.

Once my retirement was officially announced, I was free to start defining what I wanted to do long term. I had three months to get all the arrangements made. I served notice to my landlord that I would be vacating my flat on the 20th May. I sorted out all my outstanding debts, not that there were many and started my search for the yacht that would serve as my home for the next few years. 

As a youth, I had often crewed for people more affluent than someone with my humble origins. I had learned to sail everything from dinghy's up to full racing yachts. Over the years I had continued to crew for friends when asked, but until now, I never had the time to commit to yachting to make owning my own vessel justifiable. Amanda shared my enjoyment of sailing, but the commitment in time and the upkeep costs made it impossible when we were both working full time. I had decided that I wanted to buy a yacht with good sea going capability, able to sleep up to six in some comfort. It was my intention to sail the yacht down from Plymouth through the Bay of Biscay to Marbella in Spain. I drew up a list of essentials the foremost being the yacht itself. 

I researched the market and trawled the Internet and drew up a shortlist of yachts to inspect. I settled on a second hand Beneteau 473 Clipper currently moored in Largs Marina, Scotland. As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she was the right choice. She was only two years old and at 43 feet long, fibre glass hull, 55HP diesel engine and all the satellite navigation and radar one could wish for, she was all I would ever need to realise my dream.

On the Clyde during the test sail, I found her to be a stable sea boat and after a short negotiation period, she was mine. The next problem was that I realised that she was not a yacht that I could sail single handed and I would need to find a crewman to help me. She needed to be sailed down from the Clyde to Plymouth and I decided that would be a great shakedown cruise for myself and my crewman.

Finding a crew prepared to crew a yacht for next to nothing just for the joy of sailing was proving difficult. The problem was, I wanted someone not just to assist me in bringing her down from the Clyde and then, within days, help me to sail her to the Med, and all this with no definitive timeframe in mind. I had a few people interested in the first part, but the open ended nature of the second part of my post retirement lifestyle plan was proving more problematic. 

Advertisements placed on the board of the local yacht club only brought one response via email from someone called Chris Baxter. Over the course of the next few days we exchanged several emails leading to my arranging to travel to Scotland to meet him. I queried where he found out about the job as I had not advertised anywhere but in my local yacht club and was told that the Largs Marina management had passed my email address on and said that I would be likely to be seeking a crew. I had mentioned this at the time of purchase and they did promise to put the word out hence the application.

Satisfied that it was worth the trip, I duly travelled up to Largs and arranged to meet Chris at my hotel. I was sitting in the bar awaiting his arrival and kept scrutinising every male that walked in door. This got me several strange looks back until a lovely young woman of about twenty with short blonde hair and dripping wet entered. She was wearing a coat to protect her against the elements as it was pelting down outside and when she removed it to reveal a fairly short mini dress confining her lean frame and looked around. Spotting me on my own she walked straight up to me introduced herself as Christine Baxter! I was lost for words as I was expecting a Chris to be male. In all our correspondence, she had never disclosed her sex, I just assumed Chris was male. Once I overcame my surprise and to her obvious delight, my embarrassment, she and I sat down to talk about my project. The loose ended duration did not seem to faze her and as we reached agreement about her employment, subject to a satisfactory sea trial aboard TAGHTA. I asked why she was available and not working, she informed me that she had dropped out of university after this last term. She still had a year to go to complete her degree, but she had had enough of academia for now. 

She asked if I had found any other crew yet? When I told her that I was still looking, she told me she had a friend that was taking a year out before university and that she was also looking for her Gap Year employment. I arranged to meet them both for lunch the following day. 

Chris turned up with her friend in tow for lunch. She introduced Toni and she was just as attractive as Chris if slightly more robustly figured. Like Chris, they had both sailed since they were children and I soon realised that they probably were better yachtswomen than I was yachtsman. After a light lunch we went to the mooring and slipped the lines on TAGHTA. I had had her renamed TAGHTA which means Chosen in English and with my prospective new crew aboard we motored out the marina and soon we raised the sails and cut the engine. We spent a few hours learning about each other, all of us, my new crew TAGHTA and I. By the time we returned to the marina, I was confident about the capabilities of both crew and yacht. 

Over dinner that evening, we scheduled the shakedown cruise south to Plymouth to commence the following weekend. We also planned the route and agreed not to push it too hard to begin with. We would not sail at night until we got to know TAGHTA better. A provisional route across the English Channel to Guernsey on the Channel Islands then onto Brest was plotted. I decided that we would then make a decision at that point as to our next desTonition.

As I travelled back south, I wondered what the future was to bring and found myself intrigued by the thought of spending so much time on the company of two very attractive young ladies.

The timing couldn't have worked out better. My last day at work dawned and I admit that little work was done that day. Brian escorted me round both our main office blocks to say farewell and then, at lunch made speech that brought tears and laughter to all present. I was presented with a TAG HUER watch, waterproof to 50 metres and I made a joke about hoping I never had to verify whether it was or not. All in all it was with some regret that I left the office for the last time.

I packed the clothing needed for my journey from the Clyde to Plymouth and left more clothing and stuff I would need for the voyage to the Med with James. The rest I took to local charity shops and binned anything left over. Personal stuff that I wanted to keep, I put into a rented container for my eventual return or forwarding if I found somewhere new to settle down.

The trip to Largs was uneventful and I met up with Chris and Toni for a late night drink on the eve of our departure. I also met their Chris's Dad and both Toni's parents who had come to see them off. I meant to ask Chris where her mother was, but got distracted and the moment slipped from my memory. I think their parents also wanted to give the guy who was taking their offspring away from them the once over. I think I convinced them that I was not going to sell them into white slavery and by the time for them to leave we were talking easily to one another. The girls, well, if anything they were slightly more hyper than me. They were so looking forward to our adventures they kept bubbling over with excitement. As they departed for the evening Chris and Toni both came up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

From Largs to Plymouth was a trip of around 500 miles and I had estimated that it would take us a leisurely two weeks depending on the sea conditions. As it turned out it took us just over eleven days, but we did sail one leg of nearly thirty six hours. I was delighted with our craft and with my crew. The one draw back that arose was the neither of them could cook worth a damn, so it was muggings here that was saddled with that chore. Not that I minded too much, they had do the washing up.




Betrayal Book 03



Our arrival in Plymouth was still ahead of schedule and that meant that we had some spare time, so I invited James and Sheila over from Southampton to meet my crew and introduce TAGHTA. They arrived and the look of surprise on James's face when he realised that both my crew were attractive women was a sight to behold. I had told him their names when I phoned him, but neglected to mention that they were both female. Like me he assumed that Chris was male. 

"You sneaky bastard!" he moaned when we were alone. Chris and Toni had taken Sheila below to inspect the accommodation. "Trust you to fix yourself up with all the comforts!"

"It's not like that," I protested, "they're just my crew, besides neither of them can cook. They have their own bunks and anyway they're younger than Sharon and Mandy, though I won't deny they are very attractive."

Chris told me later that Sheila had been quietly pumping them for some clue as to whether there was anything going on between us. She was amused by the very idea.

We took the opportunity to dine ashore that evening before James and Sheila had to leave for home. Over dinner, James brought me up to date with things. Interest had been flooding in regarding his social housing project not just from the UK but all over Europe. He had set Gary onto the job of responding to them all. He was confident that he would be receiving more commissions for his innovative concept. He told me that he was still keeping a watchful eye out on Gary's behaviour and from a work perspective he was proving excellent, but he had received a couple of harassment complaints from several of his female staff. He told me that he warned Gary off and about his future behaviour and that seemed to have brought him to heel, at work if not socially. James was sure that deep down, Gary would never change and that he would continue to chase anything in skirts. 

The girls listened to all this avidly, they were eager for him to expand on his statements, but James refused to be drawn. 

Obviously, I asked about Sharon and he confirmed that she had a new boyfriend. It was early days, but they seemed to be happy in each other's company. Amanda and Adam had just announced that he was to be a grandfather again and I made a mental note to send them a token present. 

The voyage down from Scotland had revealed some minor problems with TAGHTA and I took the opportunity to get them fixed whilst we were in port. These repairs took several days so we spent the time cleaning the rest of the boat in readiness for our cross channel trip. One change we did make to our route was to switch from Guernsey as our destination for this leg to Saint-Malo. This was for no other reason than my personal whim to visit there. I was pretty fluent in French as was Toni and we both loved the laid back attitude of the French. Chris on the other hand was fluent in Spanish, so we were well covered from a language perspective.

Book 3 -- Betrayal - Chapter 3 - France and beyond

It was the nearly the end of June when we slipped our mooring and motored out into the Channel and once clear of the harbour we made sail. I insisted that we all remained on deck and kept our eyes peeled as we were about to cross the world's busiest sea route. Some 500 ships per day ply their way both across it and through it. Fortunately, our trip passed without incident until we approached Saint-Malo. It was a glorious day, I was dressed in shorts and tee shirt and the girls took the opportunity to don their bikini tops and shorts. I found it difficult to concentrate on the course I was trying to steer such was the distraction they provided. 

We had just hauled in the sail and started the motor about three miles out as there were some tricky reefs to negotiate on the way into port. About 2 miles off-shore we caught up with an inbound cross channel ferry. It was hove to and preparing to launch a life boat. As we came further to starboard we spotted the reason. A cabin cruiser was dead in the water with smoke pouring out from the small cabin. We could see a woman on deck trying to put a life vest on a small child when the wash from the ferry caught her craft broadside on, tipping the child into the sea. We were only about thirty metres from the cabin cruiser by now and I could see the woman was trying to put on her own life jacket and follow her child into the sea. The child was being quickly swept away from her and in our direction. I ordered Chris to take the wheel and dived into the sea swimming towards the kid in the water. By the time I reached him, his mother was also swimming towards us and I had to help support both of them until Chris brought TAGHTA in close. Toni assisted all three of us to clamber aboard and I heard the woman shouting to her husband to leave his boat and jump for it. I looked over and there were flames fanning out from below decks and after a moment's hesitation her husband complied and abandoned ship. We had just pulled him on board when the cruiser exploded and something struck me on the head. 

Whatever hit me knocked me out cold. I came to as I was being transferred to the Inshore Rescue lifeboat and tried to tell them I was OK, but they insisted on transferring me and the father of the child who had pretty bad burns to his hands and face to hospital. The mother and child were also transported to the local Hospital for precautionary check-ups. 

I was given some stitches to close the gash on my head and was diagnosed with a mild concussion and kept in overnight as a precaution measure. I checked the status of the family I had helped rescue and was assured they would make a full recovery. The next morning, the girls were waiting for me in the foyer and gave me a hug and were both talking at the same time. I quietened them down and reassured them that I was fine. We vacated the A&E department and were met by a barrage cameras and demands from reporters to give them an interview about the rescue. Fortunately, the local Gendarmes were there and they brought some control to the proceedings. I gave a brief interview to the TV representatives, just relating the facts as they happened. Chris and Toni were standing beside me still sporting tight tee shirts and shorts, so tight that they did nothing to conceal their figures, they looked like super models the way the posed for the cameras. I was asked some personal questions about my reasons for being in the right place to help rescue the family and about who my two attendants were. When I said that they were my crew, there was quite a bit of knowing smiles and giggles from the interviewers.

Finally we managed to escape and returned to TAGHTA where I showered and changed into fresh clothes. The rest of the day we were pestered by reporters until they finally lost interest around mid afternoon. Later, I told the girls to dress up as we were dining out that evening and went on deck whilst I waited for them to get dressed. When we were all ready, we walked ashore to find a restaurant and soon we were seated in a small French Bar/Grill. There was a TV on in the bar showing the local news. I was gob-smacked when there before our eyes was the whole thing being played out on the news. Someone on the Ferry must have been filming the incident as they had the entire caught the entire drama. The action clip over, the anchorman then introduced a short clip of the interview. The cameraman was obviously taken by Chris and Toni as he seemed to dwell on them for a long time. He obviously found them more interesting than me, believe me, that was a no brainer!

The waiter was also watching the news and did a double take when he realised that we were the people he had just been watching on the news. Loudly, he pointed this out to all the patrons and a loud cheer went up followed by applause. I was red with embarrassment and tried to play down my part in the rescue, but he would have none of it. He explained that the family I had saved were leading citizens in the town and very popular. After our meal, he refused to accept any payment but I left a large tip as we departed.

All the attention from the press soon died off and within twenty four hours, we were able to roam around the town without hindrance. I was in email contact with friends at home and discovered that our little adventure had made the national news there as well. 

We re-stocked our supplies as we intended to make this next leg a fairly long one taking us round Brittany and down the west coast to La Rochelle. Depending on the weather, I estimated that this would take us four or five days of hard sailing, but we were not into that, so I suggested that we sailed no more than two nights before heading for the nearest port to refresh our supplies and explore. This suited my crew as well so we set out once again on our adventures. Just before we departed however, I was approached by a free-lance TV company called Inter-video. They wanted us film our trip in the form of a video diary. The producer was a young guy called Matt Hart and he would be our prime contact. I noticed that he took more interest in the girls as we talked he kept watching them and I also noted that the interest was being reciprocated. 

Inter-video would supply the cameras and all we had to do was film anything that took our interest each day and for each of us to provide a two minute summary of our day at the close of each day. They wanted warts and all, fly on the wall type documentary. They would pay us for any footage that found its way into a televised programme. The girls were all for it and after some negotiations we agreed a contract. If nothing else it would help with my expenses and who knows maybe a new career as a film star!

The weather was warm and sunny and once we had established a watch-keeping routine, the girls in particular found they had sufficient time to do some sun bathing. At first they wore their bikini tops but soon discarded them in favour of an all over tan. I was recording this conversation with the camera on, when they first went topless and suggested that for an all over tan, they needed to take off more than just their tops. They had a good giggle at that and said, they would if I would. I'm not ashamed of body, so I stepped out of my shorts expecting them to back down, but instead they did the same and we were all naked as jaybirds until the sun started to recede to the horizon. Practicality then took over, it was just too cold to remain naked, so we dressed for the evening meal. 

We got into the habit of downloading and reviewing the day's footage on my laptop after the evening meal. If anyone objected to what was revealed, that footage was marked for deletion. At our first review, I noticed that Chris was completely bare, no pubic hair was visible at all, whereas Toni had a neatly trimmed bush. We agreed that any footage that displayed our genitals was unlikely to be broadcast, so when the camera was recording in future, shorts would be worn. We included this discussion in our video diary of the day's events before retiring. I had the first watch and returned to the helm. We could have left TAGHTA on the auto pilot, she was equipped with all the toys, but I was concerned about the other shipping. We were not that big a vessel and one of those super tankers could plough right through us and never notice.

The days passed and with the routine established, we soon found we were making better progress than I had hoped for and we completed the journey slightly ahead of schedule. We arrived in port and after completing the formalities made our way ashore. After a leisurely meal I made my way back to TAGHA, the girls opting to stay at the bar. I think they had caught the eye of a couple of local lads and I did not want to spoil their fun.

Once back aboard TAGHTA, I made myself a cup of coffee and caught up with my emails before setting up the camera to record my thoughts on the day and the trip ahead. I was just finishing when my crew returned. They were clearly slightly the worse for wear and feeling no pain. Seeing that I was still recording my diary, they proceeded to try and embarrass me by draping themselves all over me and nibbling at my ears with their teeth. The more I tried to fend them off the more aggressive they became. I reached to switch the camera off, but Chris prevented me by superimposing her body between me and the off switch. 

She then asked, "Why is it that you have never tried to make a pass at me or Toni? Don't you find us attractive?"

I protested that the question was not appropriate for broadcast, but she wouldn't let the matter lie. 

"Those lads tonight tried to get us into bed but we refused. We are not that easy to lay!"

"I do find you attractive, but I'm old enough to be your father! We'll talk about this when you are both sober in the morning."

That seemed to pacify them and I gently eased them towards their cabins. I recorded a little bit more by way of an explanation for their behaviour before retiring myself.

The next morning I was up early and started preparing breakfast. Normally this consists of tea or coffee followed by cereal. This morning we had fresh croissants and I fancied eggs and bacon, so I started the fry up. The noise and smell of fresh bacon sizzling in the pan must have aroused my crew as they both appeared soon after. Chris had on a long tee shirt that reached down to her mid thigh and it was rather noticeable that she was braless from the bounce and hard nipples poking tents in the tight fabric. Toni was similarly attired, but with an even short shirt that revealed her panties when she stretched to retrieve a croissant from the plate. From the look of them, you would never have known that they went to bed pretty well oiled the previous night.

We were just completed breakfast and discussing last night's video diary when an English voice hailed us, "Ahoy TAGHTA, permission to come aboard?" I thought I recognised that voice and jumped up to get confirmation. I was correct in my guess, it was my ex-wife Amanda's voice and though I was struck dumb by finding her here, I found, also to my surprise that I was delighted to see her. Her arrival had saved me from the inquisition.

I welcomed her aboard and both of my crew appeared to see who our visitor was. They had not bothered to get dressed first and I watched with amusement as Amanda's eyes narrowed when she took in their attire. Hastily, I suggested to my crew that they get dressed and then I would do the introductions. For once they went meekly without argument and I took the opportunity to ask Amanda, "How did you know we were here, we've only just arrived yesterday and how come you are here?"

She smiled and said, "I had to come and check that you were fully recovered from your heroics and before you ask, James copied Sharon on your email and she passed it on to me. So that's how I knew where to find you and as to your second question, I live here! Remember, I told you I was moving to France to work after our divorce and this is where it was to."

"But this is where we came on our honeymoon, I would have thought that this would be the last place you would wish to live?"

"I wanted to go somewhere I loved and where I was very happy and when this opportunity arose, I jumped at it."

Chris and Toni joined us just as we finished our Q & A and started asking questions of their own. "You two were married?" they both interjected as if of one voice.

I stopped any further inquisition by suggesting that they give Amanda a tour of the boat, while I cleaned up the breakfast dishes. I busied myself with that chore and I could hear the three of them having a whispered conversation as the toured the accommodation below decks. By the time they had exhausted below decks and went up through the forward hatch to inspect the deck and cockpit, I had finished in the galley.

Back on deck to once more rescue to Amanda who was still being interrogated by Chris who said. "Amanda would like to come with us for a short sail, I take it you have no objection?"

"No problem." I said. "Do you want to take her out on your own?" I asked hoping they would insist that I remain on board.

"Don't be silly, TAGHTA is your boat and you're her skipper, of course you need to be with us. Besides, you and Amanda need to talk, she's made the effort to make the first approach, so it's your turn to show a little respect and take some time out. Toni and I will stay on deck sailing her and give you two some personal time together below decks."

This was a turn of events that I had not expected and wondered just how much information had passed between the three of them in the short time they had together. I was still unsure of my feelings about our divorce and deep down knew that Amanda and I had never really sat down and talked through things properly. Recognising that I at least owed her that chance to explain, I said simply, "OK then, let's get underway."

I took her out of the mooring using the engine and when the sails were set handed over to Chris and Toni. Amanda and I went below decks and up forward to my room that sported a double bed and small clothes cupboard and not much else. With nowhere else to sit, we sat on the bed and started talking. At first it was as if we were both skirting around what we both really wanted to discuss until unable to continue with the fencing around I finally blurted, "Amanda, this is all very nice, but why did you cheat on me with your niece's husband of all people? I trusted you completely and yet you drugged me then betrayed me!"

She started crying and tried to get up to leave, but I held her by her shoulders and forced her to sit back down. At first she resisted until she must have realised the futility of trying to leave a sailing vessel under way and ceased crying. After taking some time to compose herself, she started to try and explain her actions.

"I guess you have the right to know and you will never know how often I have berated myself for my stupidity. Nobody will ever know how guilty I felt at betraying you, but at the time, I just couldn't stop myself. He only had to crook his finger and I would succumb to whatever he demanded. It started almost as soon as he came to stay with us, sure we flirted and I admit I was flattered to think that at nearly fifty, I could still attract another man. He cornered me in the kitchen one evening as I was preparing the evening meal for us all. You weren't home yet and had called to tell me that you had an issue the office and you would be late. Anyway, he simply walked up behind me and pulled me back into his body and his hands came around to start caressing my breast rather roughly. I could feel his erection pressing into my bottom and I tried to struggle. He ordered me to stop struggling or else! I thought he was just chancing his arm and he would stop once I could look him in the eye and face him down. I relaxed a little thinking that he would release me and he did but when I turned round he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I tried to struggle again but he was too strong. I attempted to knee him in the balls, but he was ready for that and easily deflected my leg and grabbed my thigh, pulling it even higher." 

She paused for a second, her eyes closed as if remembering every detail. Her breathing was deeper and I realised that the she was reliving the excitement of that assault. She opened her eyes to look at me and continued. "I was now standing on one leg with my other pulled up to his hip. He was still kissing me and his tongue was demanding access to my mouth. I don't know why, but I suddenly stopped resisting and started to kiss him back. He must have sensed his advantage and started running his hand up under my skirt until he had full access to my sex. I did nothing to stop him, I felt powerless to resist and at the same time wanted him to continue exploring my body. He lifted me onto the kitchen dresser and quickly pulled my panties off. Without any other foreplay, he simply released his cock from his trousers and sunk himself into my pussy. I was so wet, that I didn't even have time to catch breath and he proceeded to fuck the shit out of me. Almost immediately, I had a massive orgasm followed by a series of smaller ones, so many that they all seemed to merge into each other and when he was about to cum, he pulled out and made me masturbate him off over my face. My dress was in a mess from his ejaculate and I heard you operate the garage door opener, so I rushed upstairs to change before you could see the mess I was in."




Betrayal Book 03



Another long pause before she continued, "After that, I was easy meat to him. He could have me anywhere and he did. Once he insisted that I give him a blow job while you were outside cutting the lawn. But, even that was not enough for him. I think he wanted to humiliate me even more. That's when he insisted on spending the night with me and led to him giving me the sleeping pills and instructing me on how to administer them." 

"I knew that what I was doing was going to destroy my marriage, but he had only to glance at me and I would get wet with the anticipation of what fresh humiliation he was going to inflict on me next. I have no excuses for my behaviour and if I'm honest, in some depraved way, I enjoyed the sex he was giving me."

She looked at me with an expectant look on her face. Was she expecting me to forgive her? If so, she was going to be sadly disappointed! I was not ready for that. Part of me could understand to some extent how she had been drawn into the role of a cheating slut, but to willingly conspire to drug me so she could fuck her lover, that's what kept sticking in my craw. When I did not respond as she was anticipating, her face fell and she quickly arose from her seat on my bed and brushed past me to join Chris and Toni on the deck.

I followed her up on deck and tried to explain my thoughts and why I was finding it so difficult to forgive her. She tossed her head around in that so familiar way causing her long hair to cascade over her shoulder and told me that she understood. The remainder of the trip back to harbour was very subdued. Chris and Toni tried to lighten the atmosphere by joking and larking about with the video camera, but we were both too occupied by our own thoughts to pay them much heed. 

As Amanda prepared to disembark, I gave her a hug and suggested, much to my surprise and hers, that unless she had any plans for her annual vacation, that she join us for the next leg of our trip, a regatta race from La Rochelle to Royan and back. It was a week's sailing with inshore races supplementing the longer offshore race there and back. During our preliminary chat, Amanda revealed that she worked at a private boarding school specialising in teaching the children of rich and successful parents and they had just broken up for their annual vacation. She said she had nothing planned and would be delighted to join us. It had been years since she had last sailed competitively and asked how we had gotten ourselves invited as she knew that it was very hard to get an invitation.

I explained that we had met up with some local yachtsmen who told us about their sailing club's annual regatta. My notoriety as a 'Hero' ensured we were specially invited. The first leg was the ocean race, followed by inshore races over the next several days before they finished with a return race to their home port. We were persuaded to enter the race. This meant that we would be returning to La Rochelle and getting her home would be not be an issue.

Amanda teased me that all I wanted was extra crewwoman to help sail TAGHTA in the race and not to provide her with a holiday. I should mention that Amanda was a good sailor and before we married, she also sailed extensively. She would not be a hindrance on this part of the trip, she had been a far better racer than I ever was and as I reflected on this, I wondered again why we had stopped sailing?

That evening as I took my turn at the video to record my thoughts, I tried to be honest about the day's events, particularly regarding my relationship with Amanda. Perhaps I was being too honest as when I reviewed it before closing down, I was tempted to delete the whole thing and start over when Chris came up to me and ordered me to leave it as it was. 

She said, "I don't know why you and Amanda broke up, it's none of my business but you may not realise it but that woman still loves you. That much was obvious just from watching her today. I have been listening to what you have just said in your diary and I believe deep down you still love her despite whatever caused your divorce. One way or another this Regatta may give you both the opportunity to decide if there is still something there worth fighting for or provide a form of closure that will enable you to move on."

I realised that she was right once more. 

Amanda officially joined the crew the next day and set about getting both us and TAGHTA ready for racing. Once we had TAGHTA shipshape for the racing and not cruising, Amanda insisted that we take her out and start sailing in earnest and not just for fun! I had forgotten how competitive she could be. As Toni seemed to have appointed herself our official video taker, she recorded much of the activity as we put TAGHTA through her paces. After a day's hard practice, we all sat down and prepared our race strategy. It was a unanimous decision that Amanda should be the helmswoman and navigator. She was so much better at this than the rest of us. I was relegated to captain and chief cook. Toni apart from being our video master would be deckhand. Chris would double as helmswoman and deck crew. 

I also emailed Matt Hart and informed him about the regatta. He was enthusiastic about the plan and said he would try and get a helicopter to shoot some footage of our departure and track our progress during the race. He also said he would be at Royan for arrival and hoped he could take us out for a meal that evening. Chris and Toni was pleased with this proposal and cheekily told him to bring plenty of cash. I could see things were going to get interesting and wondered which one of them would claim him.

The day of departure neared, when Amanda turned up with her bag and asked where she was to bunk down. I had never given it a thought! Up until now, she had been going home each evening. The problem was that the spare bunks in racing configuration had been stowed away to make room for additional sails and other essential gear. Chris, with her usual subtly said, "Why doesn't she bunk with you? After all you have a double bed in there and it's not as if you have never shared a bed before!"

I opened my mouth to protest that it was not an option, when Amanda herself interjected, "That would be perfect, because in race conditions, we will be hot bunking anyway. Bill and I will be on different watches, so modesty should not be an issue, at least not from my viewpoint."

Chris, Toni and Amanda burst out laughing and I realised that they had prearranged all this and had set me up. I could only join in the general laughter even though I was the butt of their machinations. That settled, Amanda found space in my locker for her clothes, not that she had brought very much in any case.

We slipped our mooring and headed out to the start line. The winds were very light and left us lots of free time so Toni took the opportunity to interview each of us in turn about our expectations for the race and to record the other competing yachts. They were all shapes and sizes with the smallest departing first. TAGHTA was in a mid-group handicapped to complete the first leg that was to take us due west out into the Bay of Biscay to the marker where the fleet would turn due south to the next marker before heading due east to Royan. The total distance was just over 100 KM. The big boys would complete the voyage in around five hours. In our class we expected to take approximately ten hours. If all went to plan we would be crossing the finish just before sunset that evening.

Our race was uneventful as it turned out. We finished fourth in our class which I felt was a creditable performance. When we had secured TAGHTA to the marina jetty, we were all pretty tired. Amanda was exhausted and she said goodnight and retired to bed. Chris and Toni were full of beans after a quick shower and went out to explore the town with Matt Hart. He had met us promised and had filmed the finish from the helicopter he had chartered. I bunked down on the dining seating and was soon sound asleep only to be awoken by the girls as they returned from their bar crawl. They were clearly in high spirits and I made some coffee for them and reminded them that we had a race in the morning. That sobered them up and they said goodnight and went to bed.

The following morning after breakfast we again took part in one of the inshore races but with less success than the previous day. Some sloppy sail changes and poor navigation caused us to finish next to last in our class. At first Toni tried to film and do her proper job and this caused dome friction between her and Chris that I had to sort out. This was the first time that I had been compelled to intervene between them, normally they were easy to manage. I told Toni that the video was suspended during the races. She accepted this with a glum face, then brightened up when Amanda suggested that Matt could come aboard and do the filming. I thought this was a good idea and endorsed her proposal. So for the next two races, we had an added passenger. In between the two races, we had a rest day that was much needed.

The final race was to cause some problems, as it was an overnight race back to La Rochelle. The issue was where would Matt sleep when not on deck? Chris solved that when she said he would be bunking with her and as Toni would be on watch when she wasn't that solved the problem. I said, "As long as you are all happy with that arrangement, then it was fine by me."

Events did not turn out as planned however! Early in the race and in pitch darkness, I was on deck when we had to tack. This was a manoeuvre we had done hundreds of times before but on this occasion, I was careless or tired and the boom caught me and knocked me out. My safety line prevented me toppling overboard, but I was in no condition to take any further part in the race. Matt helped get me below and I was put to bed. I slept most of the rest of the trip back. It was in the early hours that Amanda joined me in bed. I was just wearing my shorts and she had stripped to her underwear before joining me. The first I was aware of this was when I must turned over and my arm draped across her torso. I was still half asleep and found myself spooning into her warm body. It was in that position I awoke just as TAGHTA's engine fired into life denoting to my fuzzy senses that we must be approaching harbour. My morning erection was pressing into Amanda's bottom and my arm reached out to caress her breasts. It was the contact with her bra that brought me fully awake and I must have stiffened up when she turned over and grasped hold of my erect cock.

I tried to pull away, but she whispered, "It's nice to see that something's haven't changed and that you still get that nice and hard every morning, I'm flattered."

She delved down beneath the covers and was soon performing the best fellatio I have had since we were divorced. She sensed when I was about to come and sucked even harder until I spent myself into her warm mouth. She resurfaced with a huge grin on her face and before she could make her escape, I ducked down under the covers and pulling her panties to one side proceeded to reciprocate. The fact that she offered no resistance to this and in fact at one point was pulling my head harder into her pussy, demonstrated that she also needed that relief. I brought her to a shuddering orgasm, just as the engine fell silent and her soft scream was loud enough to have been heard by everyone of the boat.

I left her in bed and dived into the shower. I used the time to compose myself and when I emerged, Toni was standing there smiling and filming my embarrassment for posterity. I made a grab for the camera, almost dropping my towel in the process, but she giggled and skipped aside easily avoiding my clutches. Back in my cabin, I dressed quickly and looked to see what Amanda was doing. She was lying there watching me rather nervously. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips and she responded eagerly. I could still detect the faint taste of my semen on her lips, but ignored that. When I stopped kissing her, she said, "I'm starving, is breakfast ready?"

Breakfast! God, I had totally forgotten about breakfast and quickly went into the galley only to find Matt had beaten me to it. The bacon and sausages were starting to sizzle and the eggs were lined up ready to join them. 

I went on deck to find that Chris and Toni had been busy and everything was shipshape and neatly stowed away. We were called to breakfast and it was five hungry people who got stuck into an old fashioned fry up.

After breakfast, we went up to the yacht club to check the results and were delighted to find that we were second in our class. We were reminded that the presentation of prizes was that evening and that we were invited to attend. The problem was that it was a black tie affair and we had no suitable clothing to wear. I gave Chris and Toni 200 Euros and told them to go into town shopping. Matt and I also needed to find a suit and one of the organisers offered me the loan of his old suite as we were of similar build. That left Matt with the problem and he scurried off to find a charity shop or hire shop. Before he left he arranged to meet Chris at his hotel as she had been moaning about really longing for a decent bath after weeks of taking only showers. This was a common complaint that we all were agreed upon. Amanda invited to take advantage of her bathroom and invited me to her home. 

I knew we had to sit down and discuss last night and realised that this would be the perfect opportunity to do so. Peace and quiet away from the pervading eye of the video camera was too good to miss, so I arranged to meet her for lunch before hand. Toni had made arrangements to meet one of the crew from a competing yacht and told us not to expect to see her before the evening's celebration.

Amanda and I did sit down or rather we lay in her bed after making love for most of the afternoon and never really had the chance to have that discussion!

The celebration dinner and award ceremony went without incident and as the only foreign crew participating that year, we were also the recipient of that award. I was dismayed when the hosts introduced me and informed the assembly that I was the fellow who had recently saved the life of a young Frenchman. He then proceeded to introduce the boy and his parents who were invited as the club's special guests. The lad's father kissed me on both cheeks as did his mother. The lad himself shook my hand in a very formal way that the French seem to be able to do and presented me with a memento of the incident. It was life jacket from TAGHTA that I had used to help support him during the rescue. I had totally forgotten all about it in the heat of the moment. He had had his name and the date stencilled onto it as a permanent reminder of the day his life was saved. All in all it was a good night for all concerned. 

Instead of returning to TAGHTA, I told the others that I was stopping the night with Amanda. This caused much ribbing, nudges, wink, wink and smiles between Chris, Toni and Matt, but we were soon left alone as they went in search of a bar still open. I would like to say that Amanda and I sat down and sensibly discussed us getting back together, but we didn't! Instead we went straight to her bed and made love. We were like teenagers again and she managed to get me erect three times that night. She was insatiable, and for a brief moment I thought that she was a woman hell bent on screwing me to death. In the morning we cuddled a little and she had to push me off as my beard was scratching her badly. 

Realising that my stubble would prevent us making love again, I asked, "Have you a spare razor, preferably one with a sharp blade?" She told me where to look in the bathroom cabinet and I found a pack of disposable razors. I was stunned for a moment as I realised that there were two missing from the pack. The realisation that she had entertained other men here caused me to pause in mid stroke. 

She must have sensed my concern, as she appeared behind me and said. "Yes, I have brought other men here and they have fucked me in that bed just as you have tonight. No! That's not right, they fucked me and I enjoyed it for the most part. But you, Bill, you were different and always have been. You made love to me and are still the best lover and partner I could ever desire."

Sensing that I was still hesitating on how to answer this, she continued, "I am not a nun Bill. I enjoy sex and always have! You know that. What was I supposed to do? After our divorce I remained celibate for six months. Oh' I had plenty of advances from men who thought I would be easy game now that we were separated and getting divorced. I guess they must have thought I would be gagging for it once we parted. I waited as long as I could but eventually I allowed myself to be seduced. It fulfilled a need and as I said, for the most part they were satisfying experiences, but they were sexual encounters and nothing like the love making we have just shared. I love you Bill Cairns, I always have, but I'm not going to keep apologising for my betrayal of that love! If you cannot accept that, then you should leave now and let me get on with the rest of my life."

That little speech summed it all up succinctly I thought. Could I accept her betrayal of our marriage vows? Did I want to accept that she had taken other lovers since our divorce? I knew the answer to both questions. Looking down at her as she sat on the toilet awaiting my response, I simply said, "Amanda Cairns, I love you and I always will. What happened in the past is behind us now and I will never make any reference to them again as long as I live. 

At that she started to cry, her tears running down her cheeks and onto her naked breasts. I reached down and lifted her into my arms and shaving was forgotten about for a while.

The following day, Amanda submitted her resignation to the school and became a full time member of the crew. We left La Rochelle and set course for Corunna in Northern Spain. The trip was uneventful, apart from the fact that when the weather was bright and sunny, Amanda joined us in parading around the deck in the nude. By the time we reached Corunna, she had developed a nice all over tan.

Toni continued to act as camera operator and Amanda added her personal video diary input to ours. Corunna was a busy port and after a few days, we decided to move on and over the next few weeks, sailed our way south towards Cape St Vincent, the most South Westerly part of the European mainland. Along the route, we stopped at Viga, Porto and Lisbon where we took the opportunity to explore the cities, often stopping overnight and dining out. All the while the video camera kept running. I got so we didn't realise it was on half the time and it was not until we reached Lagos on the Portugese Algarve that I had time to sit back and watch the film clips unfold. Toni had made a super job and as I watched, I realised that most of the clips featured Amanda and I. She had caught us kissing and sometimes just holding hands as we cruised the ocean waves. At other times she had captured all of us working pretty hard to reduce sail when sudden squalls rolled in from the Atlantic. We were pretty lucky and only had to endure a short time in the tail end of a major storm. Even then, the run into port for shelter stretched our abilities to the full. But, good old TAGHTA brought us safely into port.

We all found Lagos to be a truly magic place with plenty of good restaurants and friendly people. Inter-video in the form of Matt had contacted us when we were in Lagos and suggested that we meet in Albufeira in 2 week's time to review the video. It was a fairly short sail from Lagos to Alburfeira, so we just stopped off wherever took our fancy as we had plenty of time. It was time to take stock. We had been sending him unedited versions of our footage with strong representations of what footage had our approval for broadcast and some scenes that we would veto completely. 




Betrayal Book 04



 Chapter 1 – The Western Mediterranean 

Book four picks up our new life style and the surprising changes that occur

Matt was there to meet us with the usual crew of cameramen and support vehicles. He conducted interviews with each of us in turn. I was not present at the other interviews, but he asked me about my reflections on the last twelve months. That took some thought and told him that the book said it all. I also told him once the cameras had stopped rolling and in confidence, that it was my intention to ask Amanda to marry me again. He was delighted and I could see he was trying to figure out how to work this into the final part of the last episode. I made it easy for him and told him, if he wanted to film it, he needed to be in Sicily in July. I hadn't shared this information with anyone yet, but I was hoping to make it a joint wedding with James and Sheila or failing that while they were still there on honeymoon. He asked, "Can you give me an hour, I need to check with the boss, but I think it could be possible." 

He came back to me within the hour and confirmed that Julian had approved the trip and he was already making arrangements. I stopped him right there and asked, "Speaking of arrangements, what are the arrangements for shipping TAGHTA back to Portugal?" 

"All set up for next week. You need to get TAGHTA to Southampton ASAP. There is one change however, the ship's schedule does not include a stop in Portugal, unless we pay a premium, but I thought you would be happier to pick her up in Malaga, Spain?"

This was fine by me and we settled the details. The change of destination for TAGHTA did present me with one problem. Our car was parked at Faro Airport and some of our personal effects we had gathered over our sojourn in Lagos. Foremost, was our golf clubs, they were practically brand new and I was damned if I was going to leave them, I had just started to get used to them! When we had departed from Lagos, our lease on the Villa was almost up and the Letting Agency agreed to us storing our excess possessions temporarily in the Villa as long as we picked them up before April. This we would do but the change of destination meant that we would have to drive some 500 miles to get to Malaga, but it couldn't be helped. I decided we would take our time and stopover at least one night en-route.

Before we parted, I reminded Matt that he was to keep quiet above my marriage plans and that this included not telling Chris! He looked a little sheepish and I knew then that he had told her. He apologised and swore to me that she wouldn't say a word, he had stressed this to her and she had promised to keep mum. I asked how they were getting on and he said. "You may not be the only one springing a surprise proposal in Sicily!" I may be slow on the uptake at times, but I could guess intentions and said. "Congratulations, she's a wonderful girl, I hope you realise how lucky you are?" He assured me that he was and looked forward to us joining him for the wedding, whenever Chris decided it was to be.

"One more thing," I said, "What do you want to do about the cameras aboard TAGHTA?"

"Keep them for now and keep on using them. You never know we may want a follow up series and with your track record to date, well the incidents just seem to happen when you are around."

At that point, the ladies joined us and that ended the conversation before I could quiz him more extensively, but I saw Chris looking at me and smiling. I had a quick word with her before we parted and she assured me that she would keep my secret. 

Events happened quickly after that, Chris and Toni had to catch a flight back to Glasgow. Matt had the re-enactment episode to produce and Amanda and I had to get TAGHTA to Southampton. We split up the following day and went our separate ways. Chris and Toni would be joining us in the Med sometime in June after their final year end exams.

The rest of our journey was straight forward, we duly sailed TAGHTA to Southampton and as before hung around to supervise the un-stepping of her mast and transfer onto the cargo ship. Amanda and I flew from Southampton to Faro and collected our little car and drove to Lagos. We packed her up with all our gear but as we had packed most of our sailing gear into TAGHTA, we only had our overnight bags and the clothing we had left behind to accommodate, plus, of course the golf clubs. As the car filled up we reflected on just how quickly one collects articles when the space is available. On TAGHTA there is not the same space, so we were limited with what we could accumulate. 

We drove away from Lagos with the car full and made our way eastwards towards the Spanish border. We broke up our journey into two stops. The first night's stop was just outside of Seville and ate in the hotel before retiring early. We were both very tired, it had been a long day.

The second leg was much shorter and we decided to find a hotel in Nerja, about 30miles east of Malaga. We could have stayed in Malaga, but we both wanted somewhere less busy and touristy. One of the decisions we did make during our journey was that we needed to find somewhere to make our base of operations, central to our proposed stopovers during our summer's cruising. This proved impossible as we failed to locate anywhere on our planned route that was within an easy voyage or commute. We rented a lock up in Malaga and stored all our possessions there, including our old car, until we had decided on a place to over winter.

We had to make a rough plan of where we wanted to go and the only definite location was Sicily, for James and Sheila's wedding. Barcelona was one of the places we wanted to revisit, we had been there on holiday many years ago and always wanted to return. Our route from Malaga would take us to Ibiza, Majorca, Menorca and Barcelona. From Barcelona, we decided to bypass the French Riveria and head for Italy with a stopover in Corsica en-route. After that, we would see how much time we had before heading for Sicily. 

If things went to plan, we would meet Chris and Toni in Barcelona around the end of May. As it turned out it was nearer the middle of June before we joined up with them. This did lead to a more circumspect sex life. Gone were the spontaneous bouts of sex, when we were afloat and completely alone. Sex between Amanda and I had resumed it's normal pattern, usually late at night, we made love three or four time a week.

Our forays into what we had nicknamed our 'raincoat adventures' were suspended. There were few opportunities to wear a raincoat during the summer in the Med! Especially when we had two young crew members who liked to enjoy themselves when we were in port. We agreed, we had to find another way of spicing up our sex life.

That night my future wife and I made love at a slow leisurely pace and afterwards we lay chatting about our future together. Amanda confessed that she found our 'raincoat adventures; arousing and asked just how far I wanted to go with it. I knew what she was driving at. Up until now we had only touched the surface, there were a lot more we could do and I also wondered just how much deeper into this she wanted to go. We had exposed ourselves having sex in front of strangers and she had even allowed one guy to touch her up, but we had stopped short of letting another man or men directly into our sexual fantasy. 

I found the idea of that strangely attractive and repulsive at the same time. Attractive, because Amanda was a highly sexed woman and I had a deep desire to see her totally sated. Repulsive, because it was her taking a lover that led to our divorce in the first case and I was unsure if I could live with the knowledge that other men could satisfy her desires as well or better than I could. What if she fell in love with one particular man? The doubts were flooding through my mind in a continuous stream. 

Amanda must have sensed my thoughts as she said, "If we were to explore further into our deepest fantasies, there would need to be ground rules. First and foremost, I love you and will never do anything without your consent. The men involved will never fuck me more than five times and regardless of that, we will never continue a liaison with the same man for more than two weeks. Lastly, we will never do anything where our actions run the risk of being common knowledge and expose us to blackmail."

She had obviously been giving this a lot of thought so I said, "I take it that you want to take this to the next stage and introduce another man into our relationship?"

"Man or men darling, I'll even try a woman if that's what you want! Only we will never bring any of them back to our home or boat. I love the thrill of fucking outside where we could be observed, I've read about these dogging sites in the UK, do you think they have them here as well?"

I considered what she had just revealed to me, whether she realised it or not, she really wanted to experience the seedier side of sex. I found myself wanting to see her in situations like that, in control but not if you see what I mean. As long as I was there, she would be able to let her true self loose safe in the knowledge that I was there to intervene if thing went too far! The only problem I had with this was, how confident was I that I could put a stop to things if the participants went to far. I was no spring chicken anymore and was never a man for the physical side of things. I related these concerns to Amanda and she agreed that we would need to be careful in selecting where and when to indulge. That led to another question, just how often did she envisage these 'events' happening? 

"Never more than once a month." She replied rather too quickly for my taste. She had been thinking about this, much more deeply than I had realised. 

The very fact that I had allowed the discussion to move so far into the practical side of the mechanics of these 'events' had revealed to her just how attracted I was to the idea. She pounced on that and started to stroke my already pulsating erection and soon all further talking was suspended while we took care of another matter.

Chris and Toni settled quickly back into the routine as we sailed our planned route. Strictly speaking, we did not really require a crew any more. Amanda and I could have easily handled TAGHTA on our own, but we had grown fond of our girls and enjoyed their company. On their part, I think they enjoyed getting paid to be on holiday and visiting new places. Toni continued to film, the video diaries were restored though there was little to report other than the fun times ashore and idle days as we cruised from port to port. When we were at sea and the weather sunny, which was most of the time, we all tended to wear little or no clothing except for when we approached landfall or other boats.

Eventually, we found ourselves in Sicily and we docked at the little harbour in the town of Milazzo and met up with James, Sheila and Matt. Chris and Matt rather neatly 'lost' themselves, I guess they had some catching up to do. Toni and Chris had elected to stay on-board TAGHTA, though quite how much time Chris would be there was debatable, but Toni did not seem to mind in the slightest. The rest of us had booked into a local hotel for the week. James and I had some admin work to do concerning the wedding and when I mentioned the I was hoping to get married myself this week, he jumped straight in and said, "Well let's make it a joint wedding. I sure Sheila won't object." He paused for a second and then asked, "When did you pop the question then?"

When I told him that I hadn't actually asked yet, he burst into laughter and told me, "Better get a move on then, old son, or someone else will snap her up!"

I told him that I intended to ask Amanda that evening and asked if he would organise the others to leave Amanda and I alone for a little while around sunset. He promised he would and I asked, "I take it, you will act as my best man again?" James was our best man the first time around and he replied, "Well, I stood up for you the first time around, I suppose it's fitting that I do so for the last time as well."

With that obstacle out of the way, we went to see the local priest and he told us of the difficulties of getting married at short notice in a Catholic country. He said that James and Sheila were perfectly OK as James had arranged all the formalities beforehand, but my case was more difficult. When I explained that Amanda and I had been married to each other before and had only been divorced for a year, his face lit up. "But in that case, you are still married in the eyes of the Holy Mother Church, there's no need to get married again! You will however require undertake a civil ceremony to satisfy the legalities. I can arrange that and you will be able to take part in the ceremony with James and Sheila."

What a relief, now all I had to do was get Amanda to accept my proposal. We had arranged to meet the others for dinner at eight at a local restaurant, right on the harbour side, but before that, I manoeuvred Amanda onto the harbour wall just as the sun was setting. The harbour was busy with other couples out enjoying a pre-dinner stroll, looking at the boats moored alongside and generally enjoying a relaxed the Friday evening. 

I sat her down on one of the benches and before she could say anything, I dropped to one knee and holding her hand tightly asked, "Amanda Cairns, will you do me the honour of marrying me tomorrow?"

God knows what she was expecting as she just sat there shaking her head in disbelief and I feared that I had totally cocked it up until with tears streaming down her cheeks, she kissed me and whispered, "Of course I marry you Bill. It's just that I never dared to hope that you would ever ask me again. I love you so much." 

She then let out a whoop of joy and jumped up and into my arms. I reached into my jacket pocket and produced our original engagement ring, it had been my mother's ring and Amanda had returned it when we had been divorced. Now she had it back again and I was overwhelmed by the look of adoration in her eyes as she looked down at it once more, back where it belonged.

We kissed for what seemed like only seconds before a quiet cough behind me alerted me to the others standing there with huge smiles on their faces. I noted immediately that Toni, yet again had the video camera up to her face and was recording everything. Amanda was overcome with emotion and her tears were still streaming down her cheeks as she accepted the hugs and kisses from our friends. When we had managed to get our composure back, we walked the short distance the restaurant and sat at an outside table. James had already organised the sparkling wine and stood up and proposed the toast to us both. Then, I in turn proposed the toast to him and Sheila, finally, Matt stood up and rather quietly said, "I would like you all to stand and toast Chris, who today has accepted my proposal of marriage!"

Even though he had hinted to me that he was considering proposing while in Sicily, I did not know when he intended to ask her. I all the excitement, none of us had noticed the large diamond ring that Chris had on her ring finger. This called for another round of hugs and kisses in congratulations to the happy couple. All the while, Toni kept the camera rolling. Suddenly, Amanda let out a shriek silencing everybody. "I've just realised, you asked if I would marry you tomorrow! How, where, I don't understand, can someone explain?"

Then before I could respond, she exclaimed, "And what am I supposed to wear?"

I said, "I thought you could wear your raincoat." This caused her to blush very prettily at the in joke only understood by the two of us, until I said, "Just joking, Amanda. I thought the dress you have bought for James and Sheila's wedding would be more than suitable, since we are exchanging vows at the same time as them."

This latest piece of information cause a bit more mayhem around the table and eventually after a lot of explanations mostly from me, but some also from James we managed to settle down to dinner. 

The wedding was everything one could wish for, lovely sunshine, beautiful girls and terrific surroundings. Both couples were married and overjoyed that our friends were there to help us celebrate. I had emailed her sister, Jill and told her of my intentions and she had flown out the previous evening, but had kept away from Milazzo until just before the service was due to commence. She was waiting in the church as we entered and Amanda's surprise was complete. She was still crying as we exchanged our vows. Afterwards there was a celebratory meal at the hotel and a lot of catching up to do.

All too soon, our time on Sicily came to an end. James had a major project to get back to in the UK. Matt had to get back to the UK and finish the series using the video shot by Toni over the last few weeks. He also told me that my presence would be imperative for the series launch. He wanted me to participate in the launch publicity and this involved book tours, TV interviews and radio exposure. All this was fundamental to the series if it was to be a success. 

I asked him when and where. Matt let out a sigh of relief at my easy acceptance of this, I think he thought that I would refuse and told me that I had to be in London, no later than September 15th. Inter-video would handle all the hotels, flights and so on. Amanda asked if she would be required and he rather bluntly told her that it would be better if she kept a low profile while in the UK as if we were interviewed together, it would give away the ending of the tale they had weaved. 

She accepted this and said rather frostily, "Well if that's what you want then I'll stop with my sister or maybe not travel over at all!"

I could see she was hurt by Matt's decision. I believe it was more the way he had said it rather than the message itself and I tried to explain to her that I would not be busy all the time and would have plenty of time to be with her as well. I knew she had no desire for the limelight, hell I was not too happy about getting my picture splashed all over the media, but we were where we were. 

Chris and Toni had only eight weeks before they also had to return to University life and that time table set the agenda for our next adventure as we sailed into the Eastern Med. 

 Chapter 2 – The Eastern Mediterranean and beyond

We had a planning meeting before we departed Sicily, Amanda wanted to move onto the Greek Islands and we set down our plan for the next four weeks. We still had to decide where to over winter this year. Lots of ideas were mooted and rejected for one reason or another. Thanks to the Arab Spring, all the countries along the North African coast was more or less off limits, we had no desire to get caught up in their domestic problems. 

Finally, I suggested Sharm el Sheik on Egypt's Red Sea. To my surprise, there were no objections. The weather would be good, the sailing and diving superb and quick checks on the Internet revealed that Sharm was relatively unaffected by the upheavals in Cairo. We would have to move quickly to book TAGHTA's passage through the Suez Canal and once that was confirmed, we were committed to making it to Suez by the end of August. 

The paperwork involved in the transit however, was onerous. We needed copies of this, that and the other before they would issue a permit. I took some hard work to acquire and complete all the paperwork and we recruited an Agency to assist smooth the way (bribe). The Agency recommended we take a security guard with us to ensure that we safely transit the canal. No more details than that, but we were paying them for advice and it would be foolish to ignore it. I didn't realise that what I thought would be a leisurely retirement cruising the Med would be so much hard work!




Betrayal Book 04



The next six weeks were idyllic cruising the Greek Islands. We all enjoyed it enormously and resolved to spend more time there on our return voyage. We didn't know it at the time, but we were fated not to return to the Med via the Suez Canal.

We put the girls ashore on Cyprus for their flight back to the UK, promising to meet up with them during the September publicity tour of the UK. We both missed them more than we realised, TAGHTA seemed strangely quiet and empty without their bubbly enthusiasm for life. 

We had a short trip from Cyprus to Port Said at the head of the Suez Canal. We were briefed on the regulations of the southbound convoy we would joining and our allotted position within it. Security was tight and our guard came aboard shortly before we departed on the fourteen hour transit. Our man was a young contract guard named Rushdi Gamal. He spoke quite good English, but his accent was hard to understand, but we managed to communicate ok. He was dark and tall with a large moustache, but even though his English was hard to understand, he was very charming. He was obviously much taken by Amanda, so much so that she went below and changed into something a little less revealing than the shorts and tee shirt she had on when we first met him. She came back with a white blouse and knee length shorts. Her blouse was unbuttoned to provide more than a hint of her deep cleavage, still, I was amused that she had changed her shorts and tee shirt only to dress in a manner that afforded Rushdi with more than a decent chance of seeing her breasts.

The convoy slowly sailed south and for the next few hours, I was amazed at the scale of the Canal, it was huge and without any lock gates to negotiate! I was at the helm and Amanda went below to prepare some food. Rushdi was sitting beside me, staring right down into the cabin, watching Amanda as she moved around the galley. As she emerged with a tray of dishes, the wake from one of the larger ship also in transit caused her to stumble and Rushdi caught her under her arms to help steady her. I noticed that he had a firm hold of her right breast and as she found her balance he was very slow to release it. I was sure I saw him tug at her engorged nipple just before he finally released her. Amanda looked at me and winked. I just smiled slightly and wondered what she was up to. 

After we had eaten, she went below to tidy up and Rushdi followed her down. I thought he needed to visit the head, but when he failed to reappear after about five minutes, I checked the self-steering, course and speed before diving below to see what was going on. I found them at the small chart table, she had her back to him and his dark arms were circling her body. Her blouse had been unbuttoned to the waist and his large hands were caressing her breasts. She was moaning in her desire and thrusting her backside into his groin. He froze in position when I joined them but relaxed a little when I held up my hands as if in surrender. I moved to join them and quickly unfastened her shorts and with one swift action pulled them down.

Amanda stepped out of them and spread her legs giving him access to her moist cleft. He didn't need any more encouragement from me. He swiftly released the belt holding his trousers up and allowed them to drop to the floor the floor. His rampant erection bobbed and swayed as he tried to enter her by now sopping vagina. She was twisting and swaying in an effort to get his tool into her pussy. As his hands were full, tweaking her proud nipples, I grasped his hot manhood with one hand and guided him into her waiting hole with the other. He started to rock back and forward and she leaned further over supporting herself on her elbows on the chart table. He increased his pace and they were soon slamming into one another in abandoned passion. I wanted to stay and watch as he took my wife, but I had been away from the tiller too long. In this canal, as wide as it was, I could not leave the helm for more than a few minutes and had to leave them to it. I did have the foresight to try and switch on the cameras but found Amanda had beaten me to it.

Once more at the helm, I made some course adjustments to keep us on station and I could hear her cries of passion over the noise of TAGHTA's diesel engine. They must have kept at it for over an hour, God knows how many times he had planted his seed in her hot cunt, but it then went quiet for about another hour, before they started fucking again and her screams were so loud, I feared that people on the banks would be able to hear. They rested again and after another thirty minutes, Rushdi came on deck and motioned that he would navigate TAGHTA and leave me free to find my wife.

I quickly demonstrated the simple engine controls and rushed below to find Amanda lying on our bunk with her legs wide open playing sensuously with herself. I could plainly see the evidence of their passion, some still oozing from her pussy, some dried on her thighs and some pooling beneath her on the sheets. She looked at me, her eyes glassy with lust and opened her legs even further in a brazen invitation for me to help myself. We still had not spoken one word as I delved between her legs and started to us my tongue on her ravaged cunt. I had never tasted another man's emissions before, but I was too turned on to care. My erection was painful and begging for release from its constraint within my shorts and after bringing her to one orgasm orally, I dropped my shorts and plunged my throbbing cock deep into her sloppy cunt as I could. There was no way I was going to last long and after two or three thrusts my eruption blew more seed into her receptive hole. 

We lay together, passion exhausted for the moment and she asked me softly, "Are you ok with this? I know it's too late to go back now, but it was all a spur of the moment thing and the situation was so slutty, that I could not stop once he mauled my tits."

I kissed her and assured her that I was as turned on by the sight of them, his dark skin against her tanned brown body as she was. I suggested, "Next time, if there is a next time, make sure it's somewhere where I can watch and participate. Having to navigate TAGHTA denied me the chance!"

We kissed some more before I got up and had a quick shower before returning to the deck. We were almost at the port of Suez at the foot of the canal. This is where we dropped Rushdi and the Red Sea proper started. We took Rushdi to the quayside where he was very reluctant to leave and made it obvious that he wanted more of Amanda's luscious body, but when he saw I was adamant about his leaving, he had the good grace to thank us both and left us with a huge smile and a story with which to regale his friends. Before he left, however, he handed me an ancient looking revolver and showed me how to use it. I hid it in the little compartment next to the binnacle.

We decided to anchor offshore for the evening. Amanda and I reviewed the recording from the cameras below decks and it was definitely not one that we would be forwarding to Inter-video. I downloaded it onto the memory stick and deleted the original from the camera and computer memory.

Amanda and I were both shagged out. It had been an eventful journey, one that had taken our new marriage into unknown waters, both physically and literally. I thought, we have a lot to think about and I needed some time to reflect on what had just transpired. We prepared our meal on-board that evening and retired early for the night, sleeping spooned together. The next morning, one look at the parts of Suez visible from our mooring made us decide to push on immediately. We had over two hundred & thirty miles to our planned winter bolt hole of Sharm el Sheik and from the Google Earth information, few places of interest along the coast worth stopping for. So we resolved to set sail and wend our way south to Sharm in a single hop.

This part of our trip took us just over three days, mainly due to variable winds. The scenery as we sailed south grew steadily more spectacular as we approached Ras Mohammed. The mountains rose almost vertically within a mile or so of the beach, They were all shades of light grey interspersed with almost pink shaded outcrops, culminating in craggy jagged peaks. We passed Ras Mohammed on our port side and into the Gulf of Aquaba proper and on to Sharm. We found a small natural harbour with lots of beautiful motor launches anchored and decided to anchor there. 

There were literally hundreds of Wind Surfers scudding about everywhere and we had to be careful navigating our way to our anchorage. Once anchored, we unshipped our little inflatable and went ashore. We had to check in with the local authorities and pay our harbour dues and we did that first before starting to explore. The bay we were anchored in was near the Old Market place and we were both fascinated by the sights and smells of a traditional Egyptian market. It was possible to buy anything there, from exotic spices to leather goods. There were also plenty of touristy places as well be we gave these a wide berth. Amanda had taken over the role of camera operator and was busy recording everything. The area also had many large four and five star hotels and Amanda was keen to check in and have the luxury of a long bath. We picked one at random and checked in for three nights. So we returned to TAGHTA and grabbed what we needed for a short stay. I had checked with the local harbour master and he gave us the name of a marina manager who would take care of TAGHTA while we were back in the UK.

A quick check with Reception and we found out that we were about three miles outside of the main commercial area and we decided to check that out the next day. At first glance it did not appear to be where we would want to spend the winter. The weather was wonderful, but it was hard to see if there was much in the way of rental properties in the area. We dined in the Hotel that evening and found the service excellent.

The next day we went downtown and spent looking for rental properties and touching base with Matt via the Internet. It was now nearing the time for my return to the UK and I had persuaded Amanda to come with me. Matt had organised the tickets and we were booked on a flight to Gatwick the following week. The next few days were spent relaxing by the pool and snorkelling off the reef. The nights were balmy and the hotel provided evening entertainment, all the usual tourist stuff, belly dancers and so on, but the troupe that performed the Whirling Dervish dance was easily the highlight. I tried to get Amanda up to try the Belly Dance, but she was not to be drawn. The time soon passed and we contracted with the Marina Manager regarding TAGHTA and he was more than happy to look after her. He even provided a berth within the Marina proper, so she would be safe and secure. I was relieved at his open and friendly approach and the costs were pretty fair as well.

 Chapter 3 – The Series Launch

Our return to Gatwick was as scheduled and Matt was there to meet us at the airport. He had us checked in to a reasonable hotel in Central London convenient for the TV and radio studios. As one would expect, this was the business face of Matt and there was little enough time for pleasantries. He outlined the schedule for the next few days and I was staggered by the sheer number of press interviews and promotional skits I was facing. Amanda and I discussed the schedule and she decided that since she was not required, she would go to her sister's until I was free to join her later in the week.

We parted the next day and I was immediately thrown to the wolves or that's what it felt like. The first episode of the series was to be broadcast on the Monday evening on BBC Two at the prime time of Nine o'clock. The book launch was the same day and before all that, I had slots on early evening TV and morning radio to promote the book and the series.

Matt was there to guide me through it all and after a rather nervous start at the first broadcast on the radio, my performances improved and he told me I was a natural. I enjoyed talking about our adventures, but it was difficult to answer specifics, without giving the game away. One particularly tricky moment came on the early evening TV show, where the interviewer right out of the blue stated. "I see you are still wearing a wedding ring, does this mean that there is a happy ending to this series?"

Nonplussed, I hesitated and then recovered to say quietly, "I have never taken my ring off, even after our divorce! As to whether there is a happy ending, well, you will have to wait and see for yourself!"

Amanda phoned me almost as soon as we went off air and she was crying. "Is that true about your wedding ring?"

"Yes, it's true. I never ever felt the urge to remove it."

She went very quiet for a moment then said, "I love you. Please come to me soon!" With another sob, she hung up! I tried, but I couldn't see the significance that she had placed on such a simple gesture, maybe it's a woman thing, like man flu I thought.

The day following the first episode was bedlam. The show had proved a big draw, maybe because the other channels had a weak line up that night, but suddenly we were inundated with requests for interviews. Matt had set up a joint interview with Chris, Toni and myself, but at the last minute this was changed to include Mary Adam and her father, John. The press conference was bedlam, with forty different newshounds vying to ask the questions. I waited patiently as Matt tried to restore order, but it was John Adam who took control. He stood up and bellowed for silence, he had a very loud voice and suddenly the room went quiet. He then said, "We are prepared to answer your questions, but please don't ask questions that were addressed in last night's programme. The events happened just like you saw them. That part was not a reconstruction, but actual film shot at the time from TAGHTA and from the Search & Rescue helicopter. In our subsequent interview ashore, we confirmed the events and gave Mary and my perspective on what happened. All I want to reiterate here and now is my deep gratitude to Bill Cairns and his two young crewwomen, without them Mary would have perished!"

After that statement, the rest of the interview went pretty smoothly. We all got together that evening in the hotel and I treated them to dinner. The following morning we parted once more, Mary and Jim back to their fishing, Chris and Toni to University and me, well I had the rest of the week off and joined my wife at her sisters.

We had a good few days together before I had a week of book signing sessions up and down the country to do and then, we were free to return to Egypt. On the last night, we had dinner with Matt and Chris. He presented me with a cheque explaining that this was the provisional payment as per our contract. I opened it and was astonished by the six figure sum. I showed to Amanda and she just smiled. It would certainly relieve us of any financial worries full stop. He told me that Chris and Toni had also received their cheques and were very pleased. Chris nodded in confirmation.

The following morning Matt and Chris dropped us of at the airport and I kept getting recognised by fellow passengers and airport staff. It got to be a bit hectic, so the airport staff arranged a VIP check in and escorted us through security. At Customs, we were shepherded into a private room where two men in suits awaited us. This was unusual, normally we just presented our passports and walked through. Before I could ask what this was all about, the taller one introduced himself as Gordon McLean, his associate remained silent and things were starting to look ominous. 

Gordon explained that he work for Her Majesty's Government but failed to nominate which branch of HMG it was, more ominous still. He said, "we will not detain you for long, but we have some questions and a proposal to put to you. Are you prepared to listen?"

Naturally, we said yes and he asked us about what we knew about the pirates operating off the coast of Somalia? We told him, just what we read in the papers as heard on the news. He then asked if we knew about the wartime Q Ships? I knew that they were disguised armed merchantmen used to lure U Boats and sink them. He was clearly pleased by my answer and then came the proposal.

"We want to use your new found fame and your yacht, TAGHTA as a modern day kind of Q Ship! These pirates are a severe embarrassment to HMG and with your face is now pretty familiar, thanks to the Internet, so you will be a tempting target for them. You don't have to worry, we have planned it so that you will be very visible up to the point where an assault is likely to happen. Before that point, we replace you with our own men and take the bastards out! We have yet to work out all the details, but this enquiry is just to see if you would be prepared to help us out. HMG would be very grateful if you would consent to assisting us on this operation. I hope you will assist us to protect the sea routes form these vicious attacks?" he asked hopefully.

I protested, "It must be a nearly three thousand miles plus from Sharm to Somalia. That would take us a couple of months to even get into the area of the attacks!"

He said, "The Navy will need time to get the right resources into the region. At the moment we only have surface ships and helicopters in the region. They are too easily spotted and for this operation, we are proposing to deploy a submarine and some SBS operatives. They are all presently committed elsewhere, but we have a new class of boat coming into service and this would be a good proving ground for her. To put it bluntly, we need someone with your high profile to tempt the buggers out." 

Worded like that and playing to our sense of patriotism, we were sort of in a Catch 22 situation. If we refused and word was released to the media, we would be screwed and the series shot to hell, if we agreed, we were putting our lives at risk. A lot of things can go wrong at sea, one missed rendezvous was all it would take and Amanda and I would be in the firing line and these pirates have been known to kill.

Amanda looked at me and whispered her consent in my ear. I said, "We will agree to take part in this operation, but subject to final approval of the operational plan. One other condition is that we want to continue with our video diary and filming events as they happen."

If Gordon was alarmed at this he disguised well, instead he looked relieved at our decision and muttered, "I'm sure we can work something out, but we won't detain you any longer and you will be contacted in Sharm within the next few days."

With that they left and we boarded our plane. One change though, we had been upgraded to first class!

 Chapter 4 – An interlude then the operation begins

Once back in Sharm, we proceeded to prepare TAGHTA for a long voyage, provisions were purchased and we used the Marina facilities to have TAGHTA's engine serviced. We also procured new maps and had the navigation systems checked out. All this took us about a fortnight to complete and we were all set, but still no contact from our man at the ministry.

We took the opportunity to sail from Sharm and headed further into the Gulf to the town of Dahab. We sailed the eighty miles or so Dahab. We found the town run down and what once must have once been the in place to be, now fairly seedy and badly in need of a face lift. The town was a haven for wind surfers and divers. Many of them were not locals but from all parts of the world. Some of the accommodation they lived in was more akin to a beach bum lifestyle than anything we have seen elsewhere on our travels, they were little more than shacks tucked away down narrow alleys.




Betrayal Book 04



We only ate ashore once and that was enough. We both had the trots and had to seek medication from the local Pharmacy. Amanda had a good giggle at the in your face advertisements for Viagra and embarrassed me when she bartered with the man serving to get the price reduced on a bulk purchase. "I don't need Viagra, you know that!" I protested to her, but she smiled and teased me saying. "What makes you believe that I'm buying them for you?"

The following evening, Amanda insisted on having a drink in one of the local dives and we soon had a circle of men surrounding us. It appears that the TV series had reached even here and many of them were keen to talk to me about the sea conditions in the Irish Sea. I lost track of Amanda at some point and when I eventually broke free to take a toilet break, I looked around but could not locate her. I had to ask the barman where the Men's Room was and he jerked his thumb towards an open door leading to a dark alley. I wandered down the alley trying to find the toilet and soon found it by the smell of shit and urine helped also by the familiar sound of Amanda's voice begging to be fucked harder!

I entered the dimly lit toilet to see Amanda, head pressed against a dirty toilet seat, dress up around her waist, panties still round one ankle on the wet dirty floor and she was getting shafted hard from behind by one of the guys who I had been talking to just a few moments before. He never even glanced at me before he stated harshly, "You'll need to wait your turn, I have only just got here and she's as hot and horny as Bas said. I'm number three, so get lost until I'm finished, then you can have sloppy fourths!"

All thoughts of my piss vanished as my erection had sprung to attention at the sight of my sexy wife being impaled on his cock. He was now pounding away and she was loving it, urging him onto greater efforts. "That's it, don't fucking stop please don't stop!" He strained to comply and reached in front of her to scoop her tits out of the front of her dress. She moaned even more as he savagely twisted her nipples and she was soon jerking like a rag doll on a string as she came. He continued to fuck her while continuing his savage attack on her breasts until with a final push that sent her face slamming into the wall and with a groan spent himself in her cunt. As he withdrew and proceeded to wipe his cock on the back of her dress, I could see he was considerably larger than me in that department and for a moment my jealousy caused me to gasp. He tucked himself away and pushed past me without even a glance in my direction. 

Amanda, looked round and obviously didn't recognise me in the poor light as she said, "OK you're next, come on what are you waiting for, it's all there for you, but be quick as my husband will be wondering where I am!"

When I didn't make a move she stood and turned round looking more closely at me for the first time. When she recognised who it was she was talking to, her hand flew to her mouth in shock. I stood there and looked at my wife, tits hang out of her dress and up round her waist and even in the dim light I could see semen running down her tanned legs in a wet sticky stream. She looked like a real slut and, god help me I loved her!

Unsure of what to do next or how to respond to finding her in this manner, I told her abruptly, "Get dressed, we were leaving!" I turned and left her there and as I exited another young man entered. I waited a few moments before she rushed out to join me, still trying to pull her dress down to a more respectable height. 

As we took our little inflatable dingy back to TAGHTA, not a word was spoken between us. Amanda took the opportunity to dive below deck as I secured the dingy and when I joined her, I heard the shower running. I sat at the chart table and waited her appearance. I was still undecided how to proceed with this, we had discussed opening up our sex lives and almost by default I had accepted her attitude to living out our fantasies. But what had happened tonight had taken the whole issue to another level. If she wanted rough sex then that was her choice, but I had assumed that she would at least keep me informed of her desires so that I could at least try and protect her.

She finally emerged and I could see she was very nervous about my attitude to her latest 'escapade'. She sat down and looking me straight in the eye, with her own eyes filled with tears, she said quite simply, "I'm sorry, I overstepped the mark tonight and I knew that I should have shared my intention to get laid tonight, but I honestly never expected it to degenerate into a gangbang."

I took her hand and responded picking my words carefully, "You realise that you could have been treated far more roughly than you were and I would have had no idea you were in trouble?"

"Yes, I realised that almost immediately when he led me into that stinking hole they called a toilet, but once he started fucking me, I got caught up in the total degradation of being treated like a slut. The smells, the dirt and getting my face rubbed in filth as he screwed me, just increased my lust. I was cumming non-stop during the first man and when the second one pushed into me almost as soon as the first pulled out, well I had lost all sense of control, I wanted it to go on and on. I have never had so many orgasms so quickly before."

She paused for a second and sobbed, "What is it in my me that makes me so self-destructive in my behaviour? I am just as big a slut as my sister, she also cannot say no to multiple partners, is it in our family genes?"

"I don't know about whether it runs in your genes, maybe there is something in you that makes you lust to be degraded, I do know that you need to get yourself under control or face the inevitable self-destruction this depraved desire will lead you to!"

To give her time to think, I poured us both a stiff brandy and handed her one. She drained it without thinking and turned to me and asked, "Can you help me get past this urge? I'm sure that if you stand by me and with your love and forgiveness, I can beat this thing." 

What could I say, I still loved her and I knew she loved me, so I said, "Starting now, we will try to curb any desires for extra marital affairs. When we return to the UK after this Q ship operation, we will both seek professional help, I know I need to get my head looked at for consenting to living out these fantasies in the first place and I think we would both benefit from some understanding of what triggers this type of behaviour. By your own admission, you find extreme gratification from being used like a cheap slut and god help me for some unfathomable reason, I also get a kick out of seeing you used and degraded!"

"The other thing we need to consider is STD's. I realise that we're a bit late with taking this into consideration, but events have rather overwhelmed me lately! I think that we've been lucky tonight. The guys all appeared to be clean living sorts. As I see it, drug addicts are our biggest risk of getting infected and I didn't see any drugs being used or obvious signs that addicts display tonight, but that is another reason to get you some treatment. As we move deeper we into the Horn of Africa, the risk increases, AIDS is rife in much of the continent and I love you too much to lose you to something like HIV."

She came to me then and kissed me passionately. We stumbled to the bed and she lay on her back, legs wide open and pulled my head into her sopping centre, a centre that despite her shower was still glistening with juices of her recent passionate encounters. She came almost as soon as my tongue started to lap at her labia and sweet nub above it as she threshed her body in ecstasy. Impatient to find my own release, I rolled her over onto her front and pulled her knees up until she was kneeling. Sensing my intention she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart fully exposing her tight rosebud. I used my cock to lubricate her anus with the juices running from her cunt and eased my throbbing erection into her back passage. She pushed back and started to rock her body back and forth until I was fully imbedded within her. I increased the pace and soon I was pounding at her and she was screaming at me to fuck her harder. I felt her next orgasm as she writhed beneath me and I pumped even harder until I blasted my load as deep into her arse as I could penetrate. 

The next day we headed back to Sharm and practically the first person we met was Gordon McLean. Even here he was unmistakably English, despite his Scottish name, his shorts were freshly pressed and of course, the clincher, he was wearing socks with his sandals. His shirt was a loud print that just shouted Englishman! We slipped into one of the hotels where it was nice and cool to have our chat and he even bought us lunch!

After lunch, he briefed us on the plan that he had been working on since our last meeting. He explained that the submarine plus a couple of support ships would be passing through the Suez Canal in a few week's time. They were ostensibly going to the Indian Ocean to take part in a joint fleet exercise with the Indians, Australians and US. Instead of returning immediately after the completion of the exercise, the sub and one of the support ships would remain in the vicinity of the Horn in support of our operation. The Aussies and Yanks would also be involved as TAGHTA was not the only decoy vessel involved. They hoped to take out a complete swathe of pirates that operated throughout the Horn.

Once he explained the ships involved, he went into details about the limitations facing the sub and support ships. The real problem was that the surface ships would need to remain well offshore, as they could be too easily detected by the pirates. That meant relying on their helicopters and RIBS to conduct the intercept in most cases. That, in turn meant time to intercept became an issue. The submarine was also hampered by the need for her to operate in reasonably deep waters and if we strayed too far into shallower waters, the intercept from the submarine took more time. The intention was for Special Forces to take out the pirates, without the submarine having to surface. This was what they were trained for and the only limitation was the intercept time. 

As far as TAGHTA and ourselves were concerned, he explained that the risks to ourselves had increased substantially! He told us that he wanted us to be aware of the risks and why they had increased since his original approach. 

"It was originally thought that the biggest risk of piracy was contained within the confines of Somalia and that the danger zone was within twelve miles of the coast. Recent research and the latest intelligence has proved that the area we are talking about has increased to include the state of Djibouti and into the narrows where the Red Sea meets the Gulf of Aden. The biggest risk area is still Somalia, but the pirates are now getting bolder and their attacks have been reported increasingly further offshore."

He paused for moment and gulped some cold beer before continuing, "Initially, we intended that you and Amanda should sail TAGHTA into the Gulf of Aden, stopping at Djibouti City itself to re-provision. It was deemed imperative that you be recognised and identified as a possible target and as that city is teeming with pirates and their spies, we could set the bait, so to speak. It was planned that after that port of call, we would lift you off TAGHTA and swop you with Special Ops troopers and they would complete the voyage and mission. But now, due to what I have just explained, that does increase the risk to you both. We would perfectly understand if you choose to withdraw at this stage, but we have developed a slightly different approach that should mitigate the worst of the risks."

Amanda and I exchanged worried glances, but I needed to be sure about his new plan so I asked, "OK, I'll buy it. What is your new plan to mitigate the risks?"

He smiled and warming to his theme, said, "We still stick by the need for you both to visit Djibouti City and to set the bait. To address the risk of attack before you reach there, we will place a Special Ops trooper with you on TAGHTA before you reach the danger zone. Once you have sailed from Djibouti, we will arrange the exchange as before."

"I know that our Special Ops guys are good, but can one man safely protect us against half a dozen heavily armed pirates?" Amanda enquired.

"We believe that the likelihood of TAGHTA being targeted before Djibouti as less than one in a hundred, so the we believe that it's a risk worth taking. Believe me, that last thing we want is for a high profile kidnap taking place under our nose so to speak. Your safety is paramount at all times."

Again it was left to me to ask the obvious question, "Just how do you plan to extract us from TAGHTA without alerting the pirates? From memory, we will have a good few days sailing to clear the Gulf of Aden and I think we will need to be well clear before a chopper or transfer by boat could be conducted unobserved, there is a lot of shipping in that area, any one of them could be in league with the pirates."

"That's a very good point and one that's yet to be addressed, but please be assured that we will do everything in our power to place you out of harm's way in the event of an attack. We are still working on our contingency plans and we will advise you nearer the time."

"So just to be perfectly clear, you want us to continue with this operation, despite the fact that you have yet to provide us with a satisfactory exit plan?" Amanda stated dryly.

"Yes, at this point of time, I cannot provide you with any guarantee that you will not be subject to some risk, but I can tell you that TAGHTA will be under constant surveillance and the trooper will have direct communications with the submarine at all times. Remember, that sub has state of the art sonar, we will be able to identify any craft that come within a hundred miles of you and take the appropriate steps to interdict once the threat to TAGHTA has been established!"

We were in danger of over analysing the scenarios so I changed the subject and asked about the continued use of our videos during the operation.

Gordon looked relieved at the change in subject and said. "We have vetted Inter-video and their staff and see no reason to pull the plug on a possible chance to promote the 'Forces' The MOD is happy for you to continue, with some restrictions. One, we will modify your software to encrypt the feed. Inter-video will be given copies of the footage shot after we have 'cleansed' it. Two, The Mod will have final say on what is broadcast and when and finally, both you and Amanda will be required to sign the Official Secrets Act!"

Wow, I thought, they had really put some thought into this, but I was unhappy about the restrictions they wanted to place on us, so I said, "I can't speak for Inter-video and we don't have any contract with them for this part of our voyage only a gentleman's agreement. If we do decide to continue, I want Julian St Bartholey out here to negotiate all this. Amanda and I will give you our decision later today as to whether we are prepared to continue or not."

To be fair, Gordon was more than happy with this response and left us to give us the privacy we needed, we had a lot of thinking to do. I checked us into the hotel once more and then we went and collected our gear from TAGHTA. We had a long bath each and then sat down to review all that had happened. 

Amanda surprised me by coming right out and stating, "I think we should go ahead and do it. If we can prevent just one more family being killed or being put through the hell that other couple were forced to endure, then it will be worth it. To pull out now would be a cop out and I believe we will have all the protection we need!"

I wasn't quite so sure, but thought, what the hell, I was now a middle aged man with only Amanda to consider, and her wishes were very clear. This whole new lifestyle change I had started with the purchase of TAGHTA was supposed to shake me out of my lethargy and up until now had succeeded in doing just that, so I said, "if you're sure that's what we both want, then let's go tell him."

A phone call to Reception and we were put through to Gordon's room and I informed him of our decision. He was delighted and invited us to join him for dinner and I accepted on behalf of us both. I also told him that I would call Julian and get him out here asap. I called Inter-video and got put through to Julian's secretary. He was in a meeting and could not be disturbed, I was told. So I asked for Matt with the same response, so I got a bit antsy and said, "Look, just go in and interrupt their bloody meeting and tell him Bill Cairns needs to speak to him urgently and that the topic is even bigger than the series just transmitted!" 

His secretary was all apologies, she hadn't recognised my voice and she was sure that Julian would want to speak to me. A few minutes later Julian came on and told me Matt was with him in his office. I suggested he put the speaker on and I did the same. Concerned about security, I gave him little or no detail about why I needed him to fly out to Sharm immediately, only that I was confident that I would not be wasting his time and that the topic was potentially even bigger than the whole series we had just done. I had to give him credit, he didn't press me for more information when I explained that the subject was too sensitive to discuss on the phone, especially one that went through a hotel switchboard. He told me that he and Matt would be on the first flight out. I told him where we were staying and if he confirmed his arrival time, we would meet them at the airport.

He phoned back fifteen minutes later to tell me they would arrive at eleven the following morning. 

Dinner that evening was an entertaining event. Gordon was a great host and regaled us with stories about his days in the Royal Navy, before he became a bureaucrat. We were all a little drunk when we finally retired to bed.

We were at the airport in plenty of time to pick up Matt and Julian. They were bursting with curiosity about why we had dragged them all the way out here, but we told them to wait until we met with Gordon as it would come better from him.

Gordon had booked a conference room in the hotel and had a presentation he had prepared for the Secretary of Defence on the proposed operation. Clearly some bits of it had been either deleted or blanked for security purposes, but the nub of the operation was all there. Julian was quick to put two and two together, and looking at me said, "And TAGHTA is the Q ship they want to use?"

When I confirmed it, he asked, "Why then are we here?"

Gordon stepped in and explained that a film of any encounter with the pirates would be marvellous PR for the MOD and the Services generally. It would demonstrate that Britain and her allies were determined to keep the seas free of piracy. He also said that as far as he was aware the Yanks had not thought of filming their part of the operation and he reckoned it would be great for the UK to present their version of the events first. He was fed up with Hollywood re-writing history to suit America's slant on history! He was particularly annoyed about the way the capture of the German Enigma machine was rewritten by Hollywood. Sensitive folk these RN Types, I thought, but he had a point.

He then put his proposal to Julian and Matt. Amanda and I excused ourselves, I didn't really want to get involved in the details, it was better that we didn't know too much. After a couple of hours, we were invited back in and we were pleased to see everyone smiling, so they obviously had reached agreement about the details. All that remained was for Inter-video and us to reach some sort of agreement regarding royalties etc. and Gordon excused himself from that discussion. It took us about half an hour to thrash that out and Julian promised to get the contract sent to us asap. I told him not to bother, I trusted him to honour our agreement, but he insisted that for legal reasons, Inter-video had to have contracts in place, so we agreed to sign a letter of intent, as we would be at sea for the next month or so.