"What were you thinking of? I mean, come on, what on earth possessed you?" I screamed at my husband Nick.
"I can't ... I just don't know......" he tried to respond but I was in full flow.
"In the garden! In broad daylight!! Are you mad? As she says, what if her grand-daughters had been staying? You are an idiot," I was like a machine gun, firing at the poor man constantly.
I had got home from work, only to be told by my neighbour something I found quite shocking. Nick has had a couple of days off, and has been doing some gardening, making the most of the lovely summer weather. He had been wearing only a pair of shorts, but at some stage had decided to rest and lie down on the grass. Our neighbour, Mrs Groves, an elderly lady, told me that he had appeared to put his hand down his shorts for about five minutes before he completely removed his shorts and then had a wank!
As she said, "I am quite open minded Becky, I have seen you sunbathe topless or even naked out there before, but to see a grown man pleasure himself in that way is pushing things too far."
So I had apologised to her, savaged him verbally and then ignored him for the rest of the evening.
He hadn't been able to explain himself, not that I gave him a chance to, and I was a bit relieved when he went off to bed a bit earlier than normal.
I sat on the sofa, had a glass of wine, then went off to bed myself.
We both sleep naked and when I climbed in he moved to hug me but I turned away.
"I'm still pissed with you so don't push your luck," I said.
"Ok. I'm sorry. I fucked up. I don't know why. Now can we just leave it, start afresh, wipe the whole slate clean? Equal? Truce?" he pleaded.
I quite enjoyed this sense of being in power and control. Having the moral high ground. But we had a good strong marriage. We were very much in love. Neither of us had ever cheated or been tempted, so I definitely wasn't going to let this first ever indiscretion on his part ruin things.
So I lay down and tried to get to sleep, but his words about wiping the slate clean and calling a truce played on my mind. I began to feel a bit quilty about something.
After about half an hour of not being able to sleep I took a deep breath and made my decision. I reached across with my left hand to his penis, cleared my throat and spoke.
"Nick...." I said in an almost doe eyed schoolgirl kind of way.
"You know what you said about calling a truce? Well I've got a confession to make to you," I spoke nervously.
"What is it honey? I'm sure it's nothing compared to what I did today," he replied, his usual reasonable sense returning.
"Well I do feel now is the time we both get back to zero and start afresh," I said.
In truth I had done something I felt very quilty about and knew that I should tell him now, while I had him feeling quilty.
"It involves Paul," I began.
Paul is my boss at the secondhand clothes store I have worked at for eighteen months. It is his own business and is situated at the quiet end of the high street. Although it is not too busy it does well, with the sideline in repairs and alterations, which we do in the room downstairs, being quite profitable. As well as Paul and myself, there is a seventeen year old girl called Carly who works there. We take it in turns to work downstairs, where there is also a toilet and a corner of the room has a sofa, a kettle and a microwave, which we use as our little staffroom. The one main rule is that there must always be one person upstairs at all times, so if two are downstairs and the third wants to come down he or she must call to be replaced.
Paul is a laid back boss, a nice guy with a good sense of humour. At thirty five, he is six years older than me and Nick, with a lovely wife called Jenny.
Now Nick had sensed straight away that I liked Paul because when I first started it was 'Paul this' and 'Paul that' all the time, but I don't think Nick ever felt that worried because there was nothing to worry about. He would tease me a lot about Paul, but only because he knew it annoyed me. It was all very innocent.
One day near Christmas last year, Paul had a couple of days off, leaving me to lock up. Nick came over at the end of the second day to give me a lift home. He came downstairs and saw some mistletoe that Carly had put up by the staffroom.
"Is that for you and Paul?" he teased.
"Yeah right. I always go wide of that if anyone's near," I replied.
A week later, on Christmas eve, after the shop closed, me, Carly and Paul shared a bottle of wine, and as I told Nick, I did give Paul a quick peck under the mistletoe, as did Carly. He was ok with that.
So back to my confession to Nick. Still stroking his now hard cock, I began....
"As I said, it involves Paul."
