This was inspired by the recent Money Honey stories. I have read a few over the years which I admit caused me to wonder if any relationship or marriage could survive that. As the story and characters developed, what had been in my thoughts -- the end of the marriage -changed. As the main characters natures appeared, it created the thought, "could another ending be possible." This led to some questions, "if they were so perfect together how did it happen? Was everything in the proposal as it appeared? Is there a way forward for them?"
This is therefore not a BTB nor would I class it as an RAAC.
As I sit at my computer, I'm grateful, I can speak and it types for me. Even if each breath and movement is still bloody painful. Had I to use the keyboard, I'd be in so much more pain. It's fucking difficult looking at what the last few days have done to my life, my dreams, my future without dissolving into even more tears and pain. All because of two nasty arseholes and an immensely rich fucking bastard. The arseholes were my bosses. My wife Cathy is the secretary to one of them and she had known all about the plan. I cannot find any reason to explain why she would do this to me. I was the innocent they duped so they could enjoy my humiliation.
I first saw Cathy when she began working in the office of the engineering firm I worked for. I think everyone noticed her. She's beautiful, about 5.5", slim, toned body with 36D breasts and a bum which is firm and inviting. I later found she kept her pussy trimmed which showed she's a natural brunette. I loved playing with her pubic hair. She was training as a secretary. While she dressed quite modestly, like many young lads in the workshop, I appreciated her body when I saw it from a distance as she came around our area.
I had not long completed my engineering apprenticeship and with college modules, I was looking to advance as a mechanical, with electronic and computing engineer. I reasoned, we'd still need movable parts but more and more they'd be controlled by electronic parts rather than hydraulics, those being controlled by computers. I'm Derek. I'm 5.10", slim, toned from the work I do. I'm no adonis but people tell me I'm a really nice guy. I'm normally happy, always smiling. I love a good laugh and the banter in the factory.
I admit I'm driven to be a good engineer. Ever since I had my first Meccano set I wanted to be one. I still have boxes of it in my parents' loft. I wanted them kept for any children I had. Okay, they're just an excuse so I can play with it again but I'll spend the time with my kids. Honest!
Fat chance now!
It was at the company's summer picnic, I found myself talking to Cathy. We seemed to hit it off and to my surprise she agreed to go on a date with me. Cathy had a sense of fun and was outgoing, up for a laugh. When we first kissed, it felt so different from other kisses I had. We took it slowly though I'm sure she knew how she excited me. She must have felt my penis trying to get her attention. It's probably my standout feature. I could often feel her nipples bite into me which with her bras you've have thought impossible. When we did finally make love, when I came I felt fused to her. We watched each other afterwards. We were both shocked and amazed at what had happened. She had felt the same. Each time was like the first time. Well sometimes we just fucked, we'd been so aroused, dancing, playing around but only with each other but that connection never changed.
At work, her bubbly, infectious personality made her many friends. There was some light-hearted banter. One day, in the canteen, Malcolm, a friend, asked her what she saw in me. He'd make her far happier. She called his bluff. She smiled, "Okay, let's see if you can beat him." She kissed him. Everybody was looking on. He was flushed as she stepped away, "Sorry, you didn't reach three on the scale. I'll show you what you need to reach."
She turned and kissed me. I could have caught fire. I felt her nipples assault me through her Kevlar bra. She turned. I heard, "Wow, you lucky bitch!" from a few women. Cathy looked at my erection which was quite prominent. She laughed, "Oh, he's not full size yet. I just need to suggest a titty fuck and he adds at least half an inch. Do you want me to show you?"
I never would have imagined her suggesting that in front of others, I was beetroot.
Gordon, our deputy workshop manager stepped in, "Cathy, I'm retiring in a few years. If I didn't die of shock, Moira would kill me. Leave Malcolm some dignity."
Moira (his wife) came up and said, "Gordon you would be happy if I came to your office and gave you a titty fuck."
Gordon blushed, "Yes and No. You've got as lovely boobs as Cathy. I've always loved your titty fucks but I'm not sharing those. I've always said do nothing here you can't share. When they hear me screaming, they'll all want to play with them." There was a lot of laughter and agreement. Moira was stacked.
He kissed Moira and we went back to work. I was uncomfortable for a while but Cathy took care of that later.
Cathy and I enjoyed many lunches together in the canteen. Everyone loved her. She always seemed to know if someone had something going on, an ill child or parent and was there to offer support. I even found myself babysitting with her so friends could have a night out. She was beautiful inside and out.
We had a lot of discussions about what we wanted, family, house, like most couples. She was quite shy when I asked about what she wanted in our sex life. As we spent time together, our repertoire of sex games increased slowly but I wasn't bothered as we had our whole lives ahead. Even what we did was far better than any other sex I'd had. She could be quite reserved in what she permitted but then she'd surprise me, like in the canteen. We always said we didn't need anyone else.
Three years ago, we were married. We did have occasional rows but nothing of consequence. Our sex life was very good, three or four times a week. She seduced me on occasions, sometimes outside where we could be caught. She did learn to give a mean blowjob and we experimented with anal. We didn't do it often but it was good. We shared some fantasies and were slowly adding stuff to what we did. She'd fairly recently surprised me wearing sexy lingerie including suspenders and stockings. It was great but a few weeks later I was left with suspicions which she brushed off.
Until the last month, I never truly suspected anything was amiss. I hadn't been happy when her mode of dress for the office became less demure. This came shortly after Cathy had risen to become the secretary to one of the partners who owned the firm, Brian Donaldson, six months ago. There were two other partners, Bruce Davidson, and Paul Deacon. I knew Brian and Bruce slightly but Paul better as he oversaw the engineering work. It didn't help that within weeks of her changing her blouses and skirts, she began wearing those stockings to work. I wasn't happy. We had a few discussions, some got heated.
It was the afternoon, Gordon informed me I was to go Cathy's office as her boss wished to speak with me which was highly unusual. I had no clue why and even when he finished I still had no clue what the intention was.
Bruce was also present. Brian said, he, Bruce, and their wives were to attend a meeting with a well-known businessman Donald Harding who was looking to invest in the company. While it was mainly a social event, from the Monday to the Friday, if any business was conducted, they wished Cathy to be there to record it. As they knew it was our anniversary that week they wished to me invite to go along with them as a representative of the engineering department. He tried to sell it like a travel brochure. The estate had its own beach, there was water sports, walks and much to do, if I didn't need to be involved in any business they did.
I had an impression, this wasn't the whole truth but I'd never had cause to question them before so I had no urgent alarm bells ringing, just a feeling from his body language. Maybe the stocking stuff was praying on my mind, I don't know. Cathy looked a bit worried, a bit excited. I didn't know what to say.
I said, "I'll discuss this later with Cathy. I had other plans. I'm not happy about this."
If anything, that made Brian and Bruce smile. Cathy was biting her lip, a sure sign she was nervous.
Cathy and I did discuss it but we could not agree. To her it was just an extension of her job. I told her they could take Bruce's secretary, she's single though about sixty. She blushed when I asked her, "Is this Brian's way of seeing you in a bikini, will he try and get you topless or worse?" I added angrily, "He's already got you wearing the sexy lingerie you said was for me!"
The fact she wasn't mad had me wondering if my intended joke was close to the truth. I'd expected her to laugh it off, come back to me with a denial. Later as I thought through our argument, I heard my brain say, "Had they discussed that?" The next night we argued over this event until I lost it, my anger clear, "No. I don't trust what he said. Something is off. No one is telling me the whole truth. We're not going!"
Cathy was not happy but I wouldn't budge. We argued more over those days and the following ones than we've ever argued since we started courting combined.
It was several nights later during yet another argument over it when Cathy yelled, "Alright, I'll just go on my own. You'll miss out on a lovely break for our anniversary."
She was shocked when I replied, my anger very strong, "You go. Don't come back. Something is wrong with this!" I looked at her until she had to look away. I screamed, "What's going to happen? You know!"
She was furious, "It's just a break, getting to know him, him us. Nothing is going on behind your back."
I didn't buy that.
At work, my mate Alan caught me looking at job vacancies, "What's up Derek? I thought you were happy here. You're lined up to be Gordon's replacement when he retires in nine months. Five years' time, you'll be the head engineer when Frank retires."
Alan is also our trade union representative. He can start a fight in an empty room but he's a good guy. He'd have your back if the bosses tried anything they shouldn't. He may be a gentle giant but if he lost his control, watch out!
