MONDAY, JUNE 12, 2006.
Arriving at Tommy's house I unloaded the paint and other items purchased from the list he'd given me, while Marie went inside. Tommy emerged to check that I'd bought everything he required and seeming satisfied said, "I got a couple of mate's in to help shift the furniture so you can start on the lounge straight away."
"Very good Sir," I replied.
Automatically adopting a subservient role when dealing with my wife's lovers seems to come naturally by now.
I carried the things inside and was pleased to see that various items of furniture had indeed been removed and everything covered with dust sheets. At least it made one job less. Tommy had instructed me exactly how he wanted the work done and I started by rubbing down the existing paintwork. He'd made it clear that any shoddy workmanship on my part would result in a severe caning and my early experiences with him leave me in no doubt he'll keep his word.
To my chagrin it was Marie who resurrected the cane, introduced by Doug all those years ago and kept in a cupboard ever since his departure.
It took quite a while to rub the paintwork down, chiefly because I stopped from time to time and listened to the sounds coming from Tommy's bedroom directly above. The pounding of the bedsprings and my wife's ecstatic yells told me they were enjoying themselves.
I barely had time to clean up before a glowing Marie came down ready to go.
MONDAY, JUNE 19, 2006.
Tommy's redecorating is proving a slow job. I've done the lounge and other downstairs rooms, most of the weekend and all the evenings last week being spent on it, but the hallway and stairs are particularly awkward and time consuming.
(Perhaps I should explain here that Tommy is a friend of my wife's previous lover, Martin. When Martin fell for a girl he met in a pub and embarked on a serious relationship with her, he naturally enough ended the affair with Marie. However he 'handed her over' as he put it, to Tommy, one of the guys present the night of her striptease as detailed near the end of my previous extract. "That way she won't go without. We both know your wife likes plenty of cock, don't we," said Martin slapping me on the back and adding derisively, "She certainly needs more than you've got to offer." So it was that less than twenty-four hours after I watched my wife having intercourse with Martin, a farewell session he called it, I saw her doing likewise with Tommy. Of course Martin's right. Usually at the end of an affair Marie is moody and noticeably bad tempered but this time, with a new lover straight away, she remained her usual perky and cheerful self. Tommy 44, had recently moved into a new house following his divorce, a property in need of extensive redecoration for which he intended using me. "I'd love to help with the work but according to Martin your wife wants as much cock as she can get so I'll be kept busy," he grinned.)
WEDNESDAY, JUNE 21, 2006.
A rest from decorating tonight as it was the Council meeting. Gerald not there, I'd forgotten he's away on holiday. Dropped Marie off at the community centre for her weekly badminton session on the way to the meeting as it seems pointless using both cars. Must have been a bit late picking her up because all the other members of the badminton club had already left and she was in reception talking to the young caretaker who would have been impatient to lock up.
THURSDAY, JUNE 22, 2006.
Well I've been elected to the District Council, carrying on the family tradition. The Chairman said he knew I'd make as good a District Councillor as my father before me. Would he have had such confidence if he knew my wife was at that very moment enjoying herself in another man's bed! The fact that none of the Lab or Lib/Dem Councillors were interested in standing for election to the District Council makes my own election seem a hollow victory but it's pleasing none the less.
My raised profile does make vigilance and discretion regarding Marie's extra-marital activities even more important though and perhaps gives Tommy even greater power over me. He certainly finds it amusing and says it adds spice to things that while I'll be attending more stuffy Council meetings, as he calls them, he'll be having the pleasure of bedding my wife. Says he'll have to give me more frequent spankings to make sure I don't get above myself!
FRIDAY, JUNE 30, 2006.
Having taken a week's holiday to get the work done according to his schedule, the last room of Tommy's house is finished. All that means for me though is a return to all the other mundane chores. Tonight I had to clean Tommy's car and tidy his garage, the paint and various accoutrements having been stored there while I was decorating.
Following Martin's example Tommy enthusiastically uses me to do all the jobs and chores he dislikes, but at least he doesn't have a dog. However, as with the purchase of the decorating things I have to fill Tommy's car up with petrol out of my own pocket. Tommy says I ought to be happy paying his expenses in gratitude to him for keeping my wife satisfied.
MONDAY, JULY 3, 2006.
Dusting and hoovering tonight, my labours punctuated by Marie's happy cries as Tommy fucked her.
WEDNESDAY, JULY 19, 2006.
Made a surprising and disturbing discovery while picking Marie up from the community centre. Since joining the badminton club last year, mainly as a form of keeping fit, Marie seemed to enjoy the weekly sessions more and more. She's always in a happy frame of mind afterwards and earlier tonight I found out why.
The car park was deserted when I arrived at the community centre which was odd; the Council meeting had finished early so I was in good time. I tried the door but it was locked, although I could see light coming from one of the side rooms.
Spotting an old guy walking his dog I told him I was supposed to be collecting my wife after a badminton session but the place seemed deserted. He replied that I was much too late; the last session on Wednesday's finished at nine-thirty.
"Surely not!" I exclaimed. "My wife doesn't leave till ten-thirty."
The old guy shrugged, commenting that he always walked his dog near the centre and knew what he was talking about.
He went on his way and mystified I wandered round the outside of the building, soon noticing a fire exit door propped open by a bucket of sand. The caretaker had presumably opened it as the evening was a hot one. I went in and automatically walked towards the lit room near reception. I knew what I'd find even before looking in; Marie's ecstatic yells told me that!
It seems the room is predominantly used for judo and wrestling so the floor is covered by a large padded mat. My wife, plainly naked, was stretched out on the mat with a guy wearing just his socks on top of her. The long hair flowing down his back told me it was the young caretaker. Taken aback by the discovery I stood in the doorway listening to the familiar joyous cries ringing out while watching the guys buttocks driving rapidly up and down between my wife's thigh's. The caretaker was grunting and groaning then, and seeing his buttock muscles clenching I knew he was coming. At that point I slipped away, not wanting the embarrassment of being caught watching.
In something of a daze I returned to my car and drove a block away so they wouldn't know I'd been early. I then waited until the usual time before returning to the centre. They were chatting in reception as usual, giving no sign of having just had sex. During the drive home I told Marie about being early and unexpectedly seeing them at it. Unconcerned, Marie told me her lover is a student called Gavin working part-time at the centre. Long haired and a little swarthy looking Gavin, at 20, is by far the youngest guy my wife has had sex with. To my amazement Marie has been enjoying weekly sex sessions with Gavin for over six months, despite her ongoing affairs with first Martin and now Tommy!
FRIDAY, JULY 21, 2006.
A truly shocking evening. I still feel shaken by the events earlier and am barely able to hold the pen to write up my Journal. I must try to commit the appalling details to paper though.
In hindsight I should have realised that Marie seemed strangely subdued and not at all her usual bubbly self. There was a pent up nervousness about her as I parked outside Tommy's, next to a strange car. Letting us in Tommy led the way to the lounge.
"This is my brother Jed who I told you about," he said to Marie.
She smiled at Jed, a guy three or four years older than Tommy, who exclaimed, "Bloody hell bruv you were right. She's a cracker."
