A modern love in the making - The Great Betrayal and my Ex's One Night F¥€k: she was bored, drunk and lonely when the opportunity presented ... Sucks to be me she says later ...
All characters are well over 18 years old, even when this occurred, and the Treality Story series usually includes 'Rocket Man', his earlier alter egos 'Jardine Man' and in his 20's 'Rambo' (it's a long and irrelevant story at this time) and the beautiful 'Sparkling Red'.
The Treailty Stories can be read separately but should be read in order to see the journey. This story explores Rocket Mans Betrayal some 30 years ago and is very much stand alone. If unexpected Betrayals trouble you like Rocket Mans' was then this story is probably not for you and you should partake of the next Story instead which is intentionally a much happier Story about anniversaries which are always nice! Perhaps that's why I was Betrayed - still don't really know or understand it at all.
The Confession.
You never think it's going to happen to you. Working hard and having to do back to back trips away for weeks at a time doing flight testing. Then I had to do a training course in Europe for some 3 + weeks and then return home on Service Air - a Boeing 707 coming back via the US. I was pretty rapt in having been selected to do an overseas Course the first year out of Uni. I eventually return home the night before Christmas and it's off to see rellies until after NYE. Nothing untoward is on the cards. Or so I thought.
It is now 6 Jan 1987 and we have friends coming around for dinner in 30 minutes but before they arrive my wife of just three years tells me I need to sit down as she has something to Confess to me, 'Rambo I've had an affair! You were away again TDY and I was bored, drunk, lonely and the opportunity presented itself!'
I was gutted and betrayed - I had no clue.
This is how it happened to me! Its funny how young apparently intelligent guys think their wives will be enamoured with them for the rest of their lives. But you'd be wrong. My Ex's story goes something like this in my mind with some help for the juicy bits from Perv2 as I have no idea what occurred! Better this way - thanks Perv2
Just weeks before The Great Betrayal.
'Want to have a BBQ and throw a little party for a few friends?' she asked me. It was our turn I remembered. Our house was small with most of our neighbours work colleagues interspersed with the Housing Trust homes.
'Sounds good. The usual people from work and all the folks from the last BBQ I presume?'
They were mostly other married couples that were mine or my then wife's friends from my work too. We had about a dozen friends from our work that we hung out with, usually doing the occasional bar crawl or theatre outing.
'I'll call them. We'll schedule it for Friday night?'
The huge BBQ Turkey dinner party at our house in late Nov went over a treat.
One of the more vocal and drunk attendees, Dickie, had then invited the whole group out for a repayment dinner. Interestingly, he had written in our visitors book that he 'couldn't have been more than a tart'! Sadly, Rambo was overseas working so she apparently begged off. Dickie was however persistent and told her about all the others that were coming and it would be a shame for me to miss out on repaying us for the great BBQ and night we had put on.
The Betrayal from her perspective.
I dressed up for the dinner in Burlesque as suggested and to ensure that we were in keeping with the dress code and more importantly give us all an air of gentility for the evening. Everyone at the BBQ did turn up and everyone was dressed in our finery. The meal was fantastic and we all retired to the bar for some more refreshments and cocktails. Eventually all the other members eating and drinking filtered away and our group was left alone to dream up how the next persons dinner arrangements would go and get set for the next one given Dickie had handled this one with aplumb. Sorted. Sadly several of the others had kids to get back to and then I found it was just Dickie and I. I tried to beg off again but he insisted we have just one more drink. Then another and probably another before heading off and while walking me to the car it became obvious that I was too drunk to drive and Dickie offered to ring a taxi from the phone in the Common Rooms. So I headed back to the Blocks which I remembered from the days that Rambo used to have to stay in them!
The taxi was duly called and we started walking to the front gate when I tripped and Dickie caught me and then while in his arms he kissed me gently as he looked into my eyes. It was wrong but I kissed him back and I enjoyed it!
I had only really kissed three or four men in my day and this felt good considering how intelligent Dickie obviously was and how funny he was in the group and with me all night. I saw clearly now that the whole dinner party had been a ruse as he well knew that Rambo had been away a lot this year. That felt good, a man wanted me rather than my workaholic husband who only cared about his aeroplanes and the toys on them since we'd been married. I was happy with that. So we walked back to the blocks with him cuddling me to prevent the cold getting to me. Dickie cancelled the taxi and we went to his room for a drink: opportunistic certainly, but I guessed what was about to unfold.
His room was ultra organised and he even had little chocolates out - yes it had all been a ruse. After fixing me a drink of Dom Perignon, he begged off to have a quick shower 'I'll just be a few minutes taking a shower to freshen up.' The next thing I know you could hear the water running and the steam coming out of the bathroom because he did not fully close the door. I knocked on the door and Dickie answered with a towel around his trim waist. As he turned, he dropped the towel. I think he did it to show me his back muscles and chiselled ass. Very nice. As I took off my boa and bra, my nipples were hard as rocks. Then I wiggled out of my dress and once I was in the shower with him, I gave him a very passionate kiss.
