Chapter 1
Charlie was approaching 43. His mid-life crisis was looming. His marriage was virtually over; the divorce court was surely just around the corner.
Where had the last 20 years gone?
Out of university at 22, the world at his fingertips, women to be seduced and loved and jobs and careers to be attacked with the energy that only a 'know it all' 22 year old could do.
Then there was Jane, one of what would probably be a number of post university flings. A few dates and a few sleepless nights of passion later, every thing was great....then the call....... "I'm late"......
Marriage came three months later,
Four months later Jessica was introduced to the world.
A steady nine to five job in a high street bank paid the bills, No fun but a secure job, so long as his fingers remained out of the till.
Andrew become Jessica's younger brother two years later.
Promotion to a junior manager came by his late 20's.
Middle management beckoned and more boredom by his mid 30's.
Senior management arrived and acute boredom by his late 30's
Redundancy arrived on the economic downturn as branch banking no longer fulfilled the 'job for life' criteria.....
The marriage was in a rut from his late 20's on.
Tennis club regulars and a few close friends that engaged in the ritual of the dinner party circle would see this happy couple.......
Their medium sized, heavily mortgaged house with wisteria over the porch and two fairly new cars in the drive, would however in reality only echo to silence or sharp words being exchanged.
Sometimes they did make love. Sometimes it was as often as once every other month. Always it was as the result of too much booze. It was also never satisfactory for either party.
The children had had enough and escaped the parental home as soon as possible, Jessica went to university and into the arms of a string of admirers wishing to explore her charms. Andrew joined the Navy, looking for a girl in every port and more often than not finding one, albeit sometimes he needed to exchange cash for an hour of love and affection......
Charlie wasn't shocked to see another car in the drive on that fateful hot Friday when returning from the outplacement consultants. It was Barry's; a friend from the tennis club and a doubles partner to both him and Jane. They were due to have dinner with Barry and his wife Sue the next evening.
Charlie let himself into the house and was surprised not to see Jane or Barry.
He went upstairs to the bedroom to get changed......the bedroom door was open....the bed was occupied.....Jane, naked, on her knees......Barry equally naked taking her from behind with forceful strokes, clearly, by the noise being made, nearing the end of the performance........
Charlie stayed silently in the doorway, rooted to the spot, feeling strangely voyeuristic and in some respects enjoying the spectacle in front of him, conscious of a small but growing erection.
Barry finished; Jane seemed to too. They parted and fell into each others arms and simultaneously saw Charlie.
"Oh God" they said in unison, at the same time covering their sweat covered nudity.
"Nice show" Charlie sarcastically sneered. "Was it good, you both seemed to enjoy it? Is he better than me Jane? Or can't you remember what I am like as it has been so long since we last did it?"
"How does she compare to Sue, Barry? Does she do things Sue won't let you? Have you taken her up the arse?"
"Charlie there is no need..." Barry tried to say, before Charlie retorted, shouting: "There is every need. You have just fucked my wife, in my bed, in my house; now get the fuck out of here NOW!"
Barry gathered his clothes and dressed with as much style as he could, any sense of bravado long since gone. Jane started to cry, still trying to cover her modesty not knowing whether to look at Charlie, or Barry trying to hurriedly dress.
"Stop crying Jane" Charlie snapped, "It doesn't work". Barry meanwhile was dressed and fleeing the room without a backward glance.
Charlie approached Jane, opened his flies and presented his erect member to Jane. "Suck it" he ordered.
Knowing she was not very keen on this activity he forced her to accept his penis. She sucked and he thrust himself into her mouth. He felt himself getting close. She had never let him cum in her mouth, but today was going to be different. He started stroking himself ordering her to continue sucking as he let go with a torrent of hot salty sperm that made her gag and dribble at the same time, while the tears started again with even more vengeance.
He looked at her with distain as he zipped himself up. "Our marriage was doomed and virtually dead" he shouted, "you have just put the final nail in the coffin".
Charlie went downstairs as she continued to cry, pouring himself a beer from the fridge. Gathering his thoughts he sat in the garden and imagined Jane in the marital bed with Barry's love juice leaking from her pussy and his on her lips and down her throat. God it was a turn on......
He went back upstairs; Jane had not moved and looked fearfully at him.
"I am going to pack some clothes and go away for a few days; maybe two, maybe more I don't know yet" he said in a calm and soothing voice. "You will not be here when I come back"..........
Chapter 2
Not knowing where he was going or for how long, Charlie packed his bag with a random number of socks and boxers, a pair of jeans, chinos and some polo shirts. A sweat shirt for good measure went on top. Conscious of being watched by a still sobbing Jane who hadn't moved from the bed, he went to the bathroom and packed toiletries and shaving gear. Finally he picked up his camera kit, his one hobby that he could actually admit to having.
He looked at Jane who was now beginning to get her crying under control..."remember you will not be here when I get back" he snarled. Despite his anger he could not get the erotic scenes of Jane and Barry out of his head and the feelings as he came in her mouth, another erection was starting to form. He stormed out of the room.
Charlie threw the bags onto the back seat of the car, got behind the wheel and took a deep breath.
What was he going to do?
Where was he going to go?
The West Country seemed appealing for a weekend or longer get away; a three hour drive and he'd be there. Perfect.
He started the car and backed out of the drive, seeing the bedroom curtains move as Jane looked out over the drive. He fleetingly wondered if she was still naked, didn't consider her feelings at all, but wondered what the sex had been like.
As he hit the roads that would take him West, he thought no more about where exactly he would go; his thoughts were consumed with what he had witnessed, his reaction and what he had made her do to him. The fact the marriage was dead was of no consequence.
How long had the affair been going on; why had he not noticed?
What had they done?
Had she let Barry cum in her mouth? Very unlikely; but a turn on as he considered it.
Had she been taken up the arse? Again unlikely;. Charlie and her had played around in that area but hadn't actually "done it"? Who stopped it, him or Jane? Charlie couldn't remember it had been so long since they had a real session.
Was Barry a better lover? Charlie had not had any complaints in that region in the past before Jane but he had the normal male phobias about size and staying power.
How big was Barry... Charlie thought back to what he saw that afternoon but couldn't remember seeing his dick. He thought back to showers at the tennis club, He must have seen him there; but that was not a real comparison but didn't remember thinking he was particularly well hung; normal, not big or small.
While all these thoughts filled his mind, blood was flowing to his penis and the miles were being eaten up as he cruised towards the West Country.
At about 7.00pm he was feeling tired when he saw a sign for Shaftsbury...what an ironic name he thought, smiling to himself.
He took the turning and headed off the main road head into open country. A few miles down the road he came across the quintessential English village with the requisite church, post office and, exactly what he was looking for, a chocolate box cover, thatched roof pub that had rooms available.
He parked outside the pub and taking his bags with him, locked the car and entered the pub. Approaching, the lady behind the bar smiled at him and asked what he would like.
"I was hoping you may still have a room available for a night or two" Charlie said.
"You're lucky my dear" she answered, "We have a room but only for tonight. Its en-suite and costs £50 including full English breakfast, dinner is available in the bar until 9.30 if you are interested."
"Perfect" Charlie said, "I can move on tomorrow and find something else then. I'll take the room, freshen up and come down for dinner, thank you".
"Great, please sign here" she said, passing a guest registration book over.
Charlie completed the details and handed the book back with a credit card.
"Thank you Charlie" she said, looking at his name in the register and smiling at him, "I am the landlady here, my name is Mary and I hope you have a nice stay and if there is anything I can do for you, don't hesitate to ask"
"I most certainly will, as I said I will freshen up and come down for some dinner", to which Mary handed the key over and gave him directions to his room.
The room was perfect for his needs, a double bed, chest of drawers with a TV on it with a room off to one side with shower, basin and WC.
He unpacked his bags and ran the shower, washing himself thoroughly. His mind wandered back to what he had seen earlier that afternoon; replaying in slow motion the sight of Barry screwing his wife, cries of ecstasy and the other sounds of coitus as he plunged his member in and out of Jane's soaking wet pussy. The pause, and then the cry as he ejaculated deep into her.
Meanwhile Charlie was playing with his ever growing erection, pulling the foreskin backwards and forwards until he too got close to ejaculation.....stopping himself just in time as he didn't want to cum while standing in the shower.
He turned the water to cold and got his breathing back under control and stepped out of the shower.
With his erection now under control he laughed to himself about the school boy pressures he and his friends used to put on girls ..."but you must finish me off, I will get blue balls..."
