(My first extracts indicate just how naïve I must have been at the time and also perhaps my inadequacy in the bedroom. The following extracts do nothing to lessen my sense of humiliation, just the reverse in fact.)
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 25, 2003.
Our sex life remains non-existent at the moment but at least Marie seems to be emerging from the listless, subdued state she's been in ever since our holiday. In fact she seems to be returning, albeit slowly, to her old cheerful and bubbly self. Perhaps she's getting over the guilt feelings about her adulterous affair with Doug.
(I hadn't had sex with my wife since the disastrous episode mentioned at the end of the first Journal extracts but my assessment of Marie's feelings couldn't have been further from the truth, as the following extract will show.)
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 2003.
Marie's growing cheerfulness, her demeanour seeming to become more animated with each passing day, has been explained. I'm writing up my Journal in our spare bedroom whilst very aware of the rhythmic pounding of bedsprings emanating from the adjacent master bedroom. The sound of the bedsprings coupled with my wife's ecstatic cries, makes it plain that Doug's fucking her yet again. He only arrived five hours ago but has already fucked Marie three times! This is a resume of the day's events.
Hoping to take advantage of Marie's cheerfulness this morning - she was singing in the shower - I tentatively suggested sex, pointing out that it had been a long time. She just laughed however, and told me to be patient; I would be able to relieve my frustration later. I now know what she meant as within minutes of his arrival Doug was fucking my wife on the hall floor with me, to my shame, masturbating while I watched. I was that frustrated!
We were sitting in the lounge when Marie suddenly jumped up exclaiming, "He's here!" before dashing out to the front door.
She'd been in a strange mood all day, a sense of nervous anticipation about her, and I now saw the reason why. Looking out of the window I was astonished to recognise Doug's car on the drive and the guy himself alighting from it. Stunned, I followed Marie out into the hall in time to witness her greeting Doug with a long and passionate kiss during which his hands squeezed her bottom. Then the aforementioned scene took place.
Lifting my wife's skirt, Doug said, "Good, you've taken your knickers off ready for me."
"Of course, it's what you wanted. I took them off hour's ago," she replied.
Lowering her to the carpet, where Marie pulled her skirt high and eagerly spread her legs - far too eagerly for my liking, Doug swiftly dropped his trousers and underpants to mount her. The front door having been left open in their eagerness to get at one another, I hastily closed it. Then, and hoping they wouldn't see me, I quickly unzipped to release my own erection. To my undying shame I then masturbated frantically, eyes glued to Doug's buttocks, pumping rapidly up and down between my wife's thighs. I quickly came in my hand and then leaned back against the door, shattered by the experience but with eyes still glued to Doug's pumping buttocks.
Only when their intercourse was over did Doug acknowledge my existence, saying, "Fetch my cases from the car and unpack them in the main bedroom after shifting your stuff to the spare. I shall be occupying the marital bed for the next seven weeks."
Like in Cornwall I just turned to carry out his bidding, devastated by his comment about staying seven weeks. I did as Doug wanted, first moving all my clothes and anything else I might need into the spare room, before installing his in their place. For some reason, I found the distasteful task of unpacking Doug's underpants particularly humiliating.
I'd just about finished when they came in, Marie naked but for stockings and suspenders, her radiance plain to see. Doug, in just his underpants, said, "Good, you've finished. Now clear off and close the door on your way out."
My last glimpse as I closed the door was of Doug slipping out of his underpants with my wife already on the bed, legs wide apart awaiting his pleasure. I experienced a pang of envy when I saw Doug's penis and Marie's very obvious eagerness to receive it. I'd forgotten, perhaps deliberately, just how big he is.
It turns out that Doug owns several properties in and around Looe, deriving a very good income from them. He closes most of the holiday homes at the end of October for the winter months, employing a couple of cleaners/handymen to do any work that is needed during that period. Hence his sudden appearance at our house and the explanation for Marie's growing cheerfulness as his arrival time approached. Unbeknown to me they've kept in touch.
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 2003.
Doug, already making his presence felt, has ordered me to fetch his newspaper and serve their breakfast in bed each morning just like I did in Cornwall. It will mean a bit of a rush on work days but so be it.
(Fortunately I run my own business and can be fairly flexible in my hours. Marie also does a certain amount of office work for the firm but during Doug's stay I had to employ a temp to carry out her duties. Another expense, but he said - and I quote - that my wife would be spending far too much time on her back with her legs open to have any to spare for mundane work.)
I was ordered to wash his car this afternoon, getting rid of the grime accumulated during his journey here.
"In fact you can clean my car once a week during my stay," he added with a grin while giving me my instructions.
I was ordered to fill his car up with petrol after cleaning it, which I did despite knowing from past experience that I wouldn't be reimbursed the cost. Later I received my reward! Telling me to drop my trousers and underpants Doug ordered me across his knee for a spanking, first calling Marie from the kitchen to witness it.
"Just so you understand you place," he grinned, beginning to spank my bared backside.
As with my experiences in Cornwall there was never any question of refusal in my mind, I just submitted meekly to the guy. I found it particularly galling that, as in Cornwall, Marie actually encouraged Doug in his chastisement of my buttocks, seeming to find it exciting. However by the time I was permitted to stand I sported a full erection, something a mocking Doug pointed out to Marie, so surprisingly a part of me must find this sort of thing arousing.
Because he intends staying with us until Christmas they've concocted a story in which he purports to be Marie's uncle should friends or acquaintances pay us a visit and wonder who he is. Marie's family being mostly in Ireland and unlikely to turn up themselves it's hopefully a story we can get away with.
So it is that I have the dubious prospect of spending the next seven weeks sleeping alone while Doug takes my place in the marital bed, and between my wife's legs - as he delighted in telling me.
