This is part 3 of four. I think it can just about be read as a standalone, but it probably helps to have read the first two chapters first. The first two stories were in Loving Wives while this one is in First Time. There will be a fourth story which will be in yet another category. It was entertaining seeing the difference in reactions to a story set in the Loving Wives category to Erotic Coupling or Exhibitionist and Voyeur.
This story is set in spring 1981 and will reflect attitudes from that time. Bear in mind that means no internet, no smartphones, no social media so there is a better chance of getting away with things. There also is a wide disparity between what individuals feel is morally right.
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Alan Hampton sat at the desk in his hotel room waiting to cheat on his fiancée with a woman he had only met twelve hours ago. His fiancée Jill Summers had broken a promise to support him in his bid to be selected as a candidate for parliament. She had not turned up to the hustings even though he had made it clear that it was important that the selection committee were convinced that she would support him in campaigning.
Eve looked an awfully lot like Jill but was a hugely different personality. In particular, she believed that sex was meant to be fun. She had been dumped by her fiancé because she had been prepared to let him have sex with her before marriage. They had been exchanging war stories from the frontline of disappointment when a man from Conservative Central Office and the constituency chairman had called on him at his hotel to tell him that they had selected another candidate.
The two men had assumed that Eve was Jill. The constituency chairman had seen a photograph of Jill when Alan had been desperately trying to assure him that Jill was not an imaginary girlfriend. Eve had run with the mistake and her flirted with the sixty-year-old ex-RAF officer.
The improvisation had seemed like the right thing at the time. To be suspected of having invented an imaginary girlfriend was one thing. Being seen flirting with another woman in a constituency he was trying to be selected as a candidate in may get points for daring but suggested that he was a riskier candidate than they would be happy with. Pretending that she was his girlfriend and had simply been delayed had seemed like the lower risk option, especially when she had already made the choice for him.
Jill had been his girlfriend of three years and fiancée for two years. She had not allowed him to consummate the relationship or fix a date for marriage, but he knew that there had been an incident in her past which had made her skittish. Some bastard had seduced her, dumped her, and had boasted about it. He had done his best to be considerate but found the situation frustrating. He liked her as a person and admired her intellect.
While he had tried telling himself that he would not cheat on Jill with Eve, he had known to himself that it was a lie. Bluffing the two men from the party had been exhilarating and had excited him. Besides which Eve clearly wanted to have sex and had managed to make him feel that having sex with her would be the gentlemanly option. After all she had stood up for him and the least he could do was show his appreciation
There was no doubt some German word which described what it was like to decide that you would cheat on your girlfriend and then find out she had cheated on you first four months ago with multiple men.
It wasn't even as the man who had seduced Jill seemed that proud of it or had known that Alan was listening when he described the details. The man believed that he was talking to Jill alone and was telling her that it was her duty to Alan and the Conservative party to break off the engagement because she was going to let Alan down. It was one thing to have an affair, it was quite another thing to have sex with eight people in one night and allowing those waiting their turn to watch.
Alan was confused and distressed. He had thought he had known Jill but clearly didn't. He had always believed that sex was something which men did to women and that women needed love to be involved to enjoy it. His cheeks burned -- he realised that life was clearly more complicated.
He had also believed that men should treat women with kindness. At the moment he knew that he was tempted to humiliate Jill and destroy her life. To let all of her friends know that she was a literal whore. Apparently the men had paid her £100 for her favours. Well one 60-year-old man and a load of 18 year old boys who were still at school and in the school Rugby team.
There was a knock on the door. He said, "Come in." He turned and faced the door and Eve walked in. It was easy to pretend that she was Rebecca albeit a better dressed version who made the best of herself. If tonight was going to have some good to it he must pretend that Jill was his student Rebecca.
Eve said, "I hope I'm not disturbing you, Mr Hampton."
"I'm just marking some essays. Come on in, Rebecca."
"Are you certain?"
"Of course. How did the exams go?"
"I've finished my final examination today. It was the S level European history paper." She was being clever. She was using the information he had given her about Rebecca to make it more convincing.
