SUNDAY, AUGUST 22, 2010.
A bombshell! Today I made a truly shocking and totally unexpected discovery. Well revelation really. In the heat of an argument Marie suddenly revealed that Doug was not in fact her first lover! Contrary to what I've always thought my wife was far from happy and contented during the early years of our marriage and equally, far from the innocent I've always supposed her to be at that time. OK she was a virgin when we married, her strict catholic upbringing precluding any hint of sex before marriage, but it transpires that Marie was unfaithful to me with a number of guys before Doug.
Humiliatingly, it turns out that a waiter at the hotel in Hastings where we spent our honeymoon seduced my new wife just twenty four hours into our marriage and actually bedded her in the bridal suite, which I'd perhaps rather pretentiously booked, while I was out exploring Pevensey castle!
The waiter must have been laughing up his sleeve as he continued to fuck my wife daily for the duration of our fortnights honeymoon; Marie's frigidity towards myself during that time, I put down to her lack of interest in sex. No wonder the bastard grinned, almost choking on a drink, when I gave him a large tip and thanked him for his very attentive service during our stay!
It now transpires, again contrary to what I've always thought, that our first act of lovemaking had left my wife both frustrated and exasperated. An easy pray for the randy waiter on Sunday afternoon who was only to keen to give my wife the satisfaction she failed to find with me.
Worse, and even more horrifying, is the revelation that Marie had an affair with Gerald, who I've always regarded as my closest friend. It turns out that for something like six years my 'best friend' was regularly bedding my wife! The affair only ended when Gerald, perhaps due to delayed action guilt at deceiving me with Marie, or more likely fear that his own newly acquired second wife would find out, brought it to a close.
Other men my wife had sex with in those early years include a shop assistant, a guy who chatted her up in a café, a guy who stopped to help when she had a car problem and even a delivery driver in the marital bed. Marie's casual attitude to all these encounters shocked me. No wonder Doug found it easy to seduce my wife, twelve guys having done so before him. I was working long hours building up the business blissfully unaware of my wife's adulterous lifestyle.
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 25, 2010
At the council meeting tonight I eyed the smiling Max sitting opposite, Gerald seated beside me as usual, and knowing that both men have fucked my wife inevitably found myself wondering if any more of my colleagues have cuckolded me with her. Anything seems possible now.
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 5, 2010.
Had it out with Gerald earlier today. Told him about my discovery of his affair with my wife and in the heat of the moment accused him of seducing her.
Initially taken aback to learn I knew about his treachery Gerald quickly relaxed, commenting that I should have taken better care of Marie and given her more attention in the early years of our marriage. Perhaps he needed to unburden himself as she had done because Gerald went on to reveal far more about their affair than Marie.
Incredibly, and very humiliatingly, they become lovers less than a week after our return from honeymoon, Marie having sex with Gerald just six days after her final session with the waiter. An early sign of my wife's later promiscuity had I known about it at the time.
Gerald called in the evening while I was still at work and apparently Marie confided in him that she'd found our honeymoon far from satisfactory in the bedroom and the few occasions we'd had sex since invariably left her frustrated. Gerald's version is that Marie came on to him and he'd been unable to resist the advances of my very attractive wife, particularly as his own relationship had recently broken up.
"Your pretty little wife turned out to be highly sexed and keen to gain experience in all aspects of a physical relationship and I was happy to give her what she wasn't getting from you," he smiled. "It had to be a quickie that first night because we didn't know when you'd be home but I popped back in the morning when I knew you'd be at work and found Marie more than game."
I was silent, trying to take in what Gerald was telling me and he went on, smiling at the recollection, "I must have spent over three hours in bed with your wife that day while you were hard at work. In fact I was hardly through the door before she had my cock out."
Perhaps it would have been better for my own peace of mind if I hadn't spoken to Gerald about the affair because the truth he went on to reveal, rather enjoying himself it seems to me, was highly humiliating. It turns out that my oldest friend, a guy whose company I've always enjoyed, spent six years fucking my wife approximately five times a week!
"It was very useful you spending such long hours at work," he smiled. "Gave me plenty of time to enjoy the lovely Marie in your bed. We probably had sex in just about every position known to man and tried just about every sexual practice possible between two people."
I looked at him in stark amazement, a feeling which quickly turned to horror as his words sank in. Gerald, surprised when I vented my anger at such betrayal and treachery by someone I'd thought a close and loyal friend, told me that absorbed in my work as I was I ought to be grateful to him for keeping Marie company.
"With your wife's sexual appetite it would have been someone else enjoying her body if it hadn't been me. Really you ought to thank me for keeping your wife well satisfied during those years," he smiled, and now his dislike and animosity were unmistakable.
If I'd been surprised to find Gerald such a frequent visitor at that time I don't recall evincing any curiosity just assuming, naively as it turns out, that he was there to see me.
"Actually I found it rather amusing to be screwing your wife nearly every day while you were getting it once a week at most," Gerald told me, a smug smile on his face.
"Remember that day I arrived at your place with a nail in my tyre and you helpfully offered to change the wheel for me? While you were getting your hands dirty Marie and I enjoyed a quickie. It was a laugh fucking your wife over the dinning room table where we could watch you through the window."
I remember the day well and how I'd been keen to show off my newly acquired car maintenance skills, skills which have never progressed further than changing a wheel I'm afraid to say. As it was coming on to rain I even remember ushering Gerald into the house saying there was no point in both of us getting wet and my wife would make him a coffee while I changed the wheel!
Shocked by his perfidy, I realise now that Gerald is very far from being the loyal friend I've always thought him.
"Back then I used to miss quite a lot of council meetings, which you of course never did, far too keen on advancing your profile. It was a laugh spending those evenings in bed with your wife while you were occupied with tedious council business," Gerald grinned.
Indeed I can remember his frequent absences from council meetings and even recall reprimanding him a couple of times for his tardiness to which he'd seemed at least, suitably humbled. The reality it now seems is that it was me being humbled by Gerald who, far from feeling guilty about missed meetings, was enjoying himself fucking my wife knowing they were safe from discovery. As he pointed out it would have taken something of catastrophic proportions to drag me away from a council meeting early.
"Quickies were fun too," Gerald said, smiling at the memory. "Many's the time I chatted to you with your wife's knickers in my pocket following a quick fuck while you were temporarily absent. I also screwed your wife over the kitchen table a few times while you were out the back gardening. God, you were naïve to think I was visiting you rather than the tasty little Marie!" Gerald laughed heartily.
Perhaps even more devastating was the news that some of his friends, and indeed our next door neighbour of the time, were aware that my wife was Gerald's long term mistress.
"They were quite envious," he went on smiling. "Still, after our affair ended I know for a fact that your neighbour, Bill, gave Marie one from time to time before he and his wife moved away. Like me he appreciated the fact that your wife, unlike his, enjoys anal intercourse."
Gerald laughed at my glum expression before going on to tell me how easy it had been, early in their relationship, to persuade Marie to try anal sex during her period.
"She loved it!" he exclaimed. "From then on Marie was only too pleased to accommodate me anally whenever she had her periods. I must have bum fucked your wife a couple of hundred times over the years."
I squirmed in my chair but inextricably wanted to know more and haltingly asked about our ex neighbour, Bill.
"My affair with Marie virtually ended when I met my wife to be but Bill was only to happy to take over. Whenever his own wife had a period he fucked yours, randy Marie being only to willing to open her legs for him, although I think he had his cock up your wife's bum hole more often than he did her cunt."
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2010.
"I shall be at a loose end tomorrow night so thought I might pop round and pay you a visit. Maybe get reacquainted with the gorgeous Marie and perhaps give her one for old time's sake," Gerald said to me as we left the council meeting.
"No!" I exclaimed, nervously looking about hoping no one overheard.
My protests fell on death ears, Gerald merely commenting that we should expect him about eight pm.
"Maybe I'll have your wife's knickers off and give her one in front of you," he teased, laughing at my discomfort when I again glanced round nervously.
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 2010.
I want to go out, anywhere, just to avoid encountering Gerald. Irritatingly Marie's reaction to the news of his visit is one of excitement at the prospect of becoming reacquainted with her long term lover from the past. I was left in no doubt that my wife will have sex with Gerald if that's what he wants, and I know of course that's precisely what he wants, which is why I hope to absent myself from a potentially very humiliating evening.
LATER.
It wasn't to be though. Gerald turned up early, just as I was leaving.
"Where do you think you’re going?" he asked.
When I said I was going out, Gerald imperiously told me to get back inside.
"Like I said, you can watch me enjoying myself with your wife. I've no doubt she'll open her legs for me as eagerly as she did hundreds of times in the past," he smirked.
Marie coming down the stairs at that moment smiled and literally ran down the final few steps.
"Your looking as tasty and sexy as ever," Gerald complemented my wife, who did indeed look very seductive in her inevitably short black skirt over stockings and suspenders, with a white top through which her black bra could be seen.
"Dressed to be undressed, I think," Gerald said to me before taking her in his arms for a long and passionate kiss.
Lifting my wife's skirt, Gerald exclaimed, "Red knickers. You remember my favourite colour!"
"Of course, how could I forget?"
"Indeed," Gerald said, flashing me a smirking sort of smile. "I've had your wife's knickers off hundreds of times haven't I Marie?"
"Yes, but stop baiting him and concentrate on me. I'm keen to get to grips with your lovely big fat cock again after all these years," Marie told him, much to my annoyance and Gerald's evident pleasure as he flashed me another smirking grin.
They went up to the bedroom with me trailing along behind. Marie immediately began undressing and Gerald whispered in my ear, "You can sit on the bed and hold your wife's hand while I fuck her. You'll see at close quarters how much she likes the feel of my cock inside her."
