Part Three - Final
It had been three years since the conference. In this time, the company owners sold up and my new employers asked me to take early retirement. The package they offered was considerable so I took it and found myself pensioned off at the age of forty-three.
Although I tried talking with Angie about those days in London, she was having none of it and flatly refused to acknowledge it ever happened so eventually I gave up.
My thoughts about that event actually turned nasty. I really did want to kill Sid for what had happened and if I were to meet him again, I planned to do just that.
We took the holiday I'd won and had a really good time on the Fiji Islands. Both of us loved the islands and would dearly love to return one day.
Life returned to normal, Angie kept her part time job going and I just chilled out with gardening, DIY and anything else that took my fancy.
In the June of 2001, I had to go into town to post a parcel for Angie and buy a few bits for a job I was doing in the bathroom. As I was leaving the Post Office, I was thinking I could have the job done before Angie comes home, this would please her no end as she now thinks I'm a lazy git through not finding another job. It's not that I'm lazy it's just that I've managed to do most of the things I'd set out to do. You know, the garden is up together the garage is tidy most of the house has been re-decorated so there wasn't much left to do.
Well there I was pushing the door open and in walks this slob of a man.
"Well I'm buggered," the man spoke shocked, "Peter, how nice to see you old chum." His face lit up and a smile formed on his lips that got wider and wider. I looked at the man who at first I didn't recognise but then it hit me and it all came rushing back.
"Hello Sid, what brings you this far south?" I asked not really wanting to speak with him. He was the last person I wanted to see. On the way home from London all I could think about was Sid and how I wanted to kill him.
"I'm down here looking for business premises," he replied, "Look why don't we grab a coffee we can have a chat. I'll buy, I just need to get a form from here and we'll find a café."
I nodded.
"Just a minute and I'll be right with you," he said with a smile. I could see the expectation in his eyes as he turned away from me. I waited outside wondering whether I should just go, return to my car and go home. He returned quite quickly form in hand. As he came through the door, I noticed that he was fatter, or should I say, his potbelly was larger and he'd lost more of his hair.
"So where's the nearest café?"
"Just up the road," I said pointing.
"Come on then," he seemed to command, "How have you been, blimey it must be three years nearly, since London?"
I saw the leer on his face as he reminisced those two nights in London. I felt embarrassed but glad Angie wasn't here for I am sure she would have died on the spot.
"Yes you're right," I replied somewhat at a loss as to where this was going other than the obvious, and the obvious was making me angry.
We entered the café and ordered our drinks, found a table and sat.
"So what have you been doing with yourself these past three years?" he asked with a slim smile.
"That depends on how you look at things. We had a good holiday on Fiji year before last. I'd actually won that at the Conference in London." I replied adding sugar to my coffee. "What brings you all the way down here to the West Country?"
"I've been here now for over a week looking for some business premises. I've thrown the old job in and set up with a couple of colleagues dealing with computer parts. The moneys rolling in and we need to find some decent premises instead of working from each other's garages."
"Sounds like you could be on a winner there. Just remember to make sure your source isn't going to let you down. Always have a backup plan."
We went silent and I could see he was itching to ask something, I already knew what it was.
"How's business with you then?" he finally asked though that wasn't the question.
"Six months after London the company sold out to some enormous Asian conglomerate and I was surplus to their requirements and so offered me a retirement package, one I couldn't refuse. I took the money and ran. Since then I've pottered about the house and gardens and loving every minute of it."
"Blimey that sucks, Pete. You were also top salesman that year as well weren't you?"
"I was but it didn't amount to anything. I was still beating targets when they made the offer. Beating targets didn't seem to matter; they got rid of me anyway. I've heard since then that whole sections of the business have been carved up and sold," I replied sipping my coffee and went on, "Still it's all water under the bridge now. We're happy, no mortgage, no money worries so I'm not complaining."
"And Angie, how's she?" he asked, it was a simple question yet the undertones were enormous.
"She's fine still got her part time job. Gets her out of the house for a couple of days a week," I replied, "Have you had any luck finding any premises?" I thought I'd try to change the subject, keep his mind off Angie.
"No not really. It's cheap enough around here but what I've seen so far hasn't been fit for purpose."
"So when are you due to leave the area?"
"Day after tomorrow, I drive up to Bristol and then on to Birmingham."
We fell silent again. He drank his coffee I drank mine. He was running his finger up and down the handle of the coffee mug as he contemplated his next question. Again his face flushed as his expectation grew, I could see it in his eyes the same look he had when I first saw him talking to Angie in the hotel bar in London. My problem was I didn't know how I was going to answer it when he does.
Then he spoke, "Look Pete you don't think you and Angie would like to come out tonight for a meal and maybe another session with her?"
His face coloured but he wasn't embarrassed just nervous, probably worried about how I would react.
"I don't know Sid. We haven't spoken about London since, so I can only but ask her for you."
There was a crash from across the café, looking over I saw a waitress had dropped a plate and made a mess on the floor. I looked back at Sid, "To be honest with you Sid I don't think it will happen."
He gave a weak smile in recognition but his eyes showed his disappointment. He'd asked the question and somehow I'd managed to answer it reasonably well.
"You have a great woman there Pete," he said frankly.
It was then I rather snapped, "Don't you mean I have a wife who's a good fuck?"
At first, he was surprised with my response but he shook the surprise off and said, "Yeah that's precisely what I mean a real good fuck. Pete I didn't want to be that crude but as you bought the subject up, she was and I bet still is. You know her cunny was nice and tight and as I rode her she came good on my cock, didn't she?" he said his voice turning mean as if he wanted to punish me, "And we did it the second night wow, did she sing while my cock was deep in her cunt."
His eyes were wide and bright with lust. It was plain as salt that Sid had never forgotten those two nights in London and the impact Angie had made on him. He wanted more and now that he has found us, I think he won't let go until he does. I gave a weak smile at his language and his method of trying to goad me into rushing home and getting Angie to agree to another threesome. However, I didn't bite.
"Then you climbed into the saddle didn't you Pete? I bet her cunny was slick and easy after I'd left it. You know her throat was just as tight as her cunt when you push it all the way in. And she did take it all the way in didn't she Pete? I'm sure you'd love to see that again; didn't miss a drop either did she, Angie swallowed the whole damn load -- what a girl!"
He lowered his head when he said the last part and I instinctively looked around to see if anybody had heard but the room was practically empty and no one was close enough to hear.
I stood up saying, "Well it was nice meeting you again Sid, maybe when you pass through this way again we might bump into each other."
"Hey hold on here's my card. Call me later once you've spoken to Angie. You never know she might want to feel my old man once again," he said with a lecherous grin.
I nodded unconvincingly.
"You will call won't you?" he asked desperately.
"I said I would ask her Sid and that's what I'll do. I can't promise anything will come of it."
"No, no you're right. But call me anyway whatever her decision, okay?"
