No. 7 Oh

This is a conversation, a story about consequences.

I am still not sure where to post this as it is about a loving wife, it is also about a cheater, it fits in a lot of places, as we all have our own look on life and it's my story, I'll have to choose but I am sure plenty will disagree.

I hope you enjoy it, and if you don't I'll just say sorry for taking your time up and let you move on to hopefully better things for you.

Oh.

Here we go again I thought, same as every meeting with her. But why today of all days?

"Morning Yvonne, how are we today? It wasn't a question.

Will you talk to me today, explain what happened. That was a question.

Shall we start from the beginning?"

I nodded. "I cheated on my husband, he was teaching me a lesson."

"No let's start from the very start, how did you meet Rich?"

"He's Richard to you, he's only Rich to me! I shot back at her. Tears in my eyes.

It was while we were in college, I was a party animal, I was there to learn how to be something, it didn't matter what, but I was supposed to get qualified for something that would help me later in life, but what I learned was how to drink and have sex, over the next 2 years I learned that I loved both, and the boys very soon found out that for a bit of sweet talking, and a couple of drinks they could have me any way they wanted me, well they didn't realise that I had them every way I wanted as well, drunk or sober I learned that I loved sex in EVERY WAY I COULD GET IT. I spat this out, she/they had heard this before.

I took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

That's when I met Rich, he saved me, more from myself than the men, but he was a gentleman, he saw that I was drunk as a skunk, the men were passing me around the group in the college hall doing what they wanted to, I only had a man's shirt on, undone. I was being fingered, sucking cock and about to be used for the weekend they were here for, some sports thing. Anyway, he got me away from them, I was way too drunk to understand, but he must have put himself in danger mustn't he, 20 blokes with a live sex toy they were going to abuse all weekend, and 1 man, takes me away from a foolproof fuck, he must have been brave, or stupid.

He took me back to his flat, I woke to him studying, he had the hottest fuck in college and he was studying, hungover as I was, he made me drink some tea and eat some toast, and then put me back to bed. He went back to studying. The next time I woke up I was as sober as I'd been in the last year, I thanked him in the only way I knew, I fucked him, but he didn't fuck me back, it was as if he made love to me, and that was the first time anyone had, as I said I was the queen fuck toy, and it did something to me.

I'd say that my friends told me what happened but I only then found out that I didn't have any friends, I was just a sex toy for both men and women, often together. Rich never said anything about it, but we become a couple, he took a lot of stick over being my boyfriend, never complained never said anything bad to me. We always made love, and I spiced it up now and then, I was a true 3 hole girl after all, but Rich wasn't into using my bum, and I realised that I didn't really like it, it was just a way to have more cock in me at the same time, so that stopped mostly.

Sometimes, just sometimes I felt this need, an itch that only a good long hard fuck would cure, and I crept off and had it taken care of. I would crawl back to our flat, having moved in soon after that first night, and Rich would pretend that it hadn't happened, I think I became better at hiding that I had had my itch scratched from him.

At the end of the college year, we sat and Rich asked me to marry him, but he made sure that he couldn't and wouldn't let me be a slut again, it was the only time he ever mentioned that he knew. I jumped on him and showed him how much I loved him and promised him to never be like that again except for him if he wanted me to. I lasted 6 months. It killed me that first time, the guilt of cheating on him, but by the third time I just enjoyed myself as my partner of the day did, it became a regular thing, Ian became my fuckmate, because that's what we did, and only did, he would give me 2 full loads and he was free to use me as he wanted, the only stipulation was no marks.

The only time it wasn't Ian was the 5 years that he moved away for his job, but he arranged for his brother Brian to stand in for him, well stand might not be the right word, we had been using his hotel for our meetings, and the new mattress store was warm dry and comfortable, and yes Brian had joined in sometimes, I told you I was a true 3 hole girl. Funny when I look back at it but the only time that itch wasn't there was when I was pregnant, for 2 and a half years I was so content, and then it came back, and I had it scratched again by Ian and Brian, it's been once a week mostly but sometimes it was more, only a very few was it less. I was happy, Ian and Brian were more than happy, and I thought Rich was happy as well.

We used to go shopping, I'd drag him along with me, and I'd make him choose a dress that I would wear later. Generally, I would steer him in the direction of the one I wanted, but sometimes I would let him buy the one he wanted me to wear, I knew I was in for a good seeing too if it was short, showed my bust or was silky, if it was all three, we missed whatever we were supposed to be doing.

Our daughters are Abby 23 and Clare 25, and they have always known what I had been doing, as babies I just took them along in the pram, but as they got older we made a game of it Brian played with them as Ian fucked me silly or Ian played and Brian had me, they never said anything to Rich, it was just our secret. I never meant to hurt him or the girls, never, never.

It all started to come apart when in the throws of passion one night, as Rich was coming I called out for him to fill my pussy, it was that glorious feeling, your love giving you himself, but I had called out Ian's name, not Rich's, thought I had gotten away with it as Rich hadn't reacted to it, and we cuddled and kissed and went to sleep. But, there's always a but isn't there, things started to change, slowly, but they changed, from Rich taking me in his loving way to fucking me, he had never, not in all the years we had been together had he treated me as everyone else had or did. He fucked me hard and it was nearly every night, and then it dawned on me after a month that it was never on a Wednesday, Wednesday was the day I had my itch scratched....

Rich knew.

It broke my heart knowing that I was breaking his heart. How do you confess to make it better for him? I was probably stupid, but I was in turmoil, I got dressed up, you know, corset, stockings, most women don't like it, but I knew it was one, no, the only special thing Rich loved me to do for him, dress up, the only sexy treat Rich loved me to do for him, I had my kitty waxed, brought an enema kit, didn't eat for a day, I wanted to be as clean as I could be.

I oiled, put perfume in all the right places, and got ready. Rich looked taken aback by my appearance, he wasn't used to walking in from work and being treated to a sex toy. He was slow in taking advantage of me, but he warmed up to the task, I don't know if it was the ground-up Viagra tablet I'd put in the glass of wine I had him drink as we sat on the bed kissing, before fucking each other the first time, but even after him cuming in my arse, he indulged me sometimes, he wasn't soft and with a little help from my mouth I had him back inside and ridding me again, surprisingly he deposited a second big load in me, still hard I held him to me not letting him withdraw or move away. Looking into each other's eyes we both said much the same thing at the same time, I said,' You know' he asked 'How long.'

Of course, I should have been really honest, but I thought that it was kinder to him if I left some of the things I did out of my confession. STUPID STUPID STUPID.

I gave him the cut-down version that I had planned, begging for his forgiveness. He sent me to sleep in the spare room.

Over the next week, we talked or he screamed at me sometimes, I begged, and promised to do whatever he wanted.

My itch wasn't only between my legs anymore, it was over the whole of my body, but only Rich could scratch it now, even the smallest touch, a finger to finger as we exchanged plates or glasses, it might have only lasted a minute or so but to me it was heavenly and then it was back to hell. In the next month, I could see him change, the brightness in his eyes disappeared, and they became empty. We, no that's not right, he fucked me, some weeks 5 and 6 times. I don't think he was taking Viagra but he could last, he went longer than any man I'd had before, as I said, I had loved to be fucked, but this was different, this started to feel like he hated me, it got that I used an enema kit just before he was due home, I never knew what he was going to make me do, I had to beg him to use my mouth or pussy a couple of days as he had made me bleed some nights, yes I hear the doctor in you saying he was just an abuser, but it was what I had made him, it was me that was the abuser, I had abused his love all these years and now I had to love him in the only way I could, I could hear him crying some nights.

And then.

And then he changed again, he became that loving husband I had lost weeks before, he took me back to our bed, had only been fucking me any and everywhere else, he took me back to our bed. Life seemed to go back to how it had been, we went out, meals, pubs, cinema even shopping for clothes, I started to feel like we had passed that bad point in our lives and I was determined to put it all behind me and become the wife Rich deserved.

The girls came home for a weekend, college didn't do Sunday lunch like Mum did! We took them shopping together. It was all going so well until we were sat at the table having dinner having got home. Clare said it was good to see that we were getting on again, it was after all only sex. I could see the hurt and anger on his face, and it hurt me even more to see that.

Rick then dropped the biggest bombshell he could have. He slowly turned to face Abby.

"You're a good-looking woman, strip off let's go to the bedroom, let's have sex."

"Don't be stupid, your my dad, it's illegal it's called incest." She said laughing.

"That's where your wrong, I'm not your dad, I'm only the man who brought you up, so let's go to bed, it would only be sex."

The world stopped, and then all hell broke out. I know now that Rich had convinced himself of that, he had made it up in his head. But it was the first time I saw just how much I had hurt him. It hadn't occurred to me that he wasn't the father of our children. The girls left before I could say anything.

In a funny way, it's a good job they did, they told me later that on the way back to college they got mad, and came back to have a go at Rich and me, as luck would have it they nearly had an accident, and it was with Ian of all people, they didn't stop and he followed them going to give them a telling off, if that hadn't happened we couldn't have taken the weight and got Rich down.

He'd taken me upstairs put me in the bathroom and told me not to come out until he told me to. I could see the mood he was in so I went along with him, waiting to see what he had in mind, I still don't understand where he got the rope from.

Then he called me, as I came out he kicked away the chair he was standing on. What a horrifying sight it must have been for the girls, Rich dancing as he choked on that rope dying, me screaming, the girls thinking Rich was killing me racing up the stairs screaming and Ian trying to catch the girls to tell them off.

We managed to get him down somehow, the next-door neighbour had called 999 after hearing all the noise from us, the ambulance rushed Rich to the hospital.

When I got there about 2 hours later, the police were asking a lot of questions that I felt were none of their business but they wouldn't let me go until I did. Anyway, when I finally got there I wasn't allowed to see him, they were treating his neck wound, and they did say that apart from a rough voice, maybe he'd have forever, he would have a scar. Anyway, I would have to wait until he had been seen by a psychiatrist, suicide was a serious thing. As if I didn't know....

Later, time is slow while waiting, I noticed that the nurses were acting a bit strange, with lots of whispered conversations and glances at me, then the police came back, I sat waiting for the nurse to let me see Rich, when I eventually asked what the hold up was they all started to look for someone else to answer, it was a policeman who told me that Rich couldn't be found, he had just walked out, they had treated his neck and told him to wait, the next time someone looked in on him he wasn't there. That was 5 years ago, nobody I have spoken with has admitted to seeing him either, until last night.

I was getting home and just putting the key in the lock when someone grabbed me from behind, I could hear that there were 2 of them and I was scared, then it got crazy, the second man collapsed on the floor at the side of us, the man who had a hold of my neck pushed me away as he swung around holding a knife towards a third man, it was the tramp I had seen about, the man with the knife slashed out catching the tramp in the chest area, he hit back with the stick he held, knocked him out, I was screaming, it seems it's what I do in cases of stress. That lovely neighbour of ours had called 999 again. The tramp was bleeding badly and thank goodness an ambulance arrived very quickly, I had put pressure on his wound to stop the bleeding.

It was only when the paramedic cut his top off that I realised that the 'Tramp' was Rich, he has a birthmark on his chest, I knew it so well. I was asking him so many questions, but he only looked at me. The other paramedic that was looking at the head wound of my assailant told me that they knew him as DD or just Dumb, he was well known for eating food from bins, and that he was dumb because of a knife attack on him. Knife attack oh bloody hell what had happened?

I would never have been able to tell myself this man was the same person I had loved for years, he was long-haired, bearded, covered in bites from insects just filthy.

But it is him, I don't know what you want me to say or do, but I am not leaving his side again, you let a man walk from the hospital who you knew had mental problems, he was lost to me for 5 years, he has been knifed, lost the ability to talk all thanks to this understaffed hospital, well that's not going to happen again, I am staying by his side until I take him home. Look at me Rich, squeeze my hand if you want me to look after you. See that Doctor, he does, so I don't think that you need to keep us here in this nutter's ward anymore, nothing like this is ever going to happen again, we need to go home and learn how to be a husband and wife again, Rich needs 24-hour care, I am the one who is going to be giving it, I refuse to repeat our story to you ever again, if you want to hear it, listen to the tapes you have, it's over."