Holiday with friends Part 2 (the conclusion)
You need to read part 1.
I turned to see George and Jenny, blood draining from their faces looking and listening through the now opened kitchen window.......
The manageress turned to see them and told me to go to see to my friends, she would be in her office all day and I have priority if I wish to see her.
The two were looking at me aghast. It was clear they had heard most if not all of the conversation.
A worried Jenny screeched at me,
"What the fuck is going on?"
George was unusually quiet as he sat hunched against the kitchen worktop. The colour had drained from his face he had tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"WELL?" She pointed a finger into my chest.
"Sorry Jenny but something bad, REALLY bad happened last night."
Just then Lisa came running down the hallway.
"Daddy, can mummy have an aspirin and a cup of tea, she has a bad head."
I looked at Jenny.
"Let me sort the girls out of the way and I will sit with you to explain."
God knows how I was going to broach this.
George was holding his head in his hands, still very quiet. He had not said a word since I re-entered the house. I left them in the kitchen to go and talk to Marie.
Marie was lying in bed with her palm to her head. Lisa jumped onto it landing on right on her like kids do, Marie let out a howl.
"Lisa go get the twins up and play, let me sort out your mum and I'll be with you shortly ok."
"Thank you, my head is splitting." She smiled at me.
How on earth am I going to tell her. I said to her I would get a painkiller and a cuppa but she needs to come down, we ALL have something serious to discuss and it cannot wait.
She looked at me a little concerned as I turn and walked out of the door.
"Everything ok?" she asked.
"Hopefully when we have all sat down and talked it through."
I heard the playful laughter of my girls as I slowly walked back to the kitchen.
Jenny was starting to get a bit angry asking what was going on, I told her five minutes and we will sort it all out.
Marie grudgingly came into the kitchen a couple of minutes later looking and feeling like shit. I told them to all go out to sit at the table and I would bring out some strong coffees.
I still had no idea what to say. I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders, I was about to fuck up two marriages.
I began my sorry tale from when we sat in the bar and were told the evening was going to be very raunchy. None of us realised just how bad it would become.
Jenny wanted me to get to the point, George was visibly shaking as he spilled his coffee.
Marie had her head in her hands.......(They Knew.)....I could see it in their faces.
Then it dawned on me......"no-one will do what they do not want to do"
I sat back in my chair and just stared at them both.
Jenny said "What the fuck is going on here?"
The pair sat in silence as I got into what had happened, suddenly Marie broke the silence and burst into uncontrollable sobs. I stood to console her as Jenny jumped from her chair throwing it aside and her cup at George. It hit him across the bridge of his nose, the coffee dripping off his face.
"You fucked Marie! You fucking fucked Marie?"
George held his face and tried to answer as Jenny went for him, her fists raining down on him as he tried to stand to get away from the onslaught.
I held Marie tightly as she rocked in her chair, tears were falling from her eyes.
The girls came running out to see what the commotion was.
"Why are mummy and Aunt Jen crying?"
I scooped up the twins carrying them back inside while Lisa sat on her mums lap.
George got up and walked away from the villa, blood dripping from his nose. Jenny ran after him screaming abuse.
This was getting completely out of control. I decided I would see if I could get the kids into the crèche club for the morning to get them out of the way.
It ended up I could easily get them into the club as there was only three other kids on the complex this week and they were all babies.
The crèche took them from 10am -- 3pm giving us all time to try to sort out this explosion of shit.
Marie went to our bedroom still crying, I was about to go to her as Jenny came crashing back into the villa.
"Why the fuck didn't you stop it!.....what was you thinking?"
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't. I tried, I couldn't."
"Where the FUCK is Marie?"
"She is distraught upstairs crying."
"Your fucking slut of a wife fucked my husband!"
"Hang on Jen. It was both of them but they were completely out of it, they have no idea what's happened."
I didn't tell her of my suspicion of them knowing, but I am sure I saw it in their faces.
I went upstairs to see if Marie was ok, she had a wet face but fallen back to sleep crying. I went back down to see Jenny, she was still fuming and demanding to know what are we going to do about it. I asked where George was.
"He has fucked off somewhere, to be honest I don't care where."
I told her I was going to see the complex management in a minute. She wanted to come with me, I really didn't think it was a good idea but she was invested in this as much as I was. I couldn't really say no.
Jenny had all this thrown at her this morning and was very volatile at the moment.
We were shown into the manager's office by a very apologetic secretary.
Jenny looked at me.
"Does everyone fucking know?"
I shook my head trying to calm her. The manageress stood to greet us with an outstretched hand, neither of us took it.
We sat and as I was about to speak the lady said.
"Firstly I am so sorry for the misunderstanding, none of us at the club realised they were not man and...."
Jen interrupted her and leaned into the desk and spat out,
"MISS-FUCKING-UNDERSTANDING!"
The manageress waved a piece of paper at us.
"Yes, misunderstanding, your spouse's clearly signed the waiver six months ago at the time of purchasing the villa for the week."
"I'm sorry! What waiver what are you talking about? Six months ago?"
She pushed the documents that she had in front of her toward us. They showed the signatures George Barker and Marie Smith.
Signed for on 27/03/2017. Six months previous?
This had taken the wind from our sails. We came in ready to rip this lady a new arse and.....
"Sorry this cannot be right, we only booked last month?" I said.
"It clearly shows there George Barker booked and paid for this week 27/03/2017. I have all the paperwork here look".
She stated pointing to the signatures.
It was all there, the villa, the excursions for the week, the WAIVER? Saying about the adult nights and all that might happen.
"What the fuck!"
"Are you telling me this was all pre planned?"
"No Sir not by us. We can never plan on what will happen but we cover ourselves just in case. You were warned on entry that these nights can be very, shall we say dangerous. And your spouses have signed the waivers"
Me and Jen looked at each other. I think we both knew the two had planned it.
They had booked this trip six months ago.
Jen looked at me and venomously said,
"The cunt, I will kill him."
"Again, I am so sorry for what has happened but as you can see it was down to your spouses, younger children are more than welcome here in small numbers but we do cater for more adult themes. Your husband and wife knew this."
We walked from the site offices in stunned silence. Neither of us looking at the other, just staring blankly ahead until we sat on a bench beneath the shade of a big tree. Then Jen completely broke down.
She was sobbing and shaking with rage and heartbreak. I put my arm around her to comfort her even though I badly needed comforting myself. We both sat there for a while, neither of us wanting to believe what we knew to be true. Neither of us wanting to ask the question.
They had both conspired to book this trip, what else was going on between them?
Was it an affair?
I eventually asked Jen what she thought was going on. Between sobs she said things were not right between them since he taken the job at the gym 18 months ago. George was a martial arts instructor and he managed the gym in a local town.
He had started working longer hours because of the extra workload and this meant they didn't have so much time to spend together. Especially now with his pool nights on Mondays and Thursdays with the boys at work.
Thursdays used to be their date night but pool had become much more interesting than her.
"Thursday nights?" I questioned.
"Yes" she sobbed. "He hasn't missed a Thursday night for 6 months."
Was I reading too much into this, my mind was doing cartwheels. I was furious with her to have booked this behind my back and pretend that it was all a spur of the moment thing with her windfall. Now I had it in my head that her and George had set this all up and they were having an affair. Probably Thursday nights while I was looking after the kids at home like a good little cuck.
Maybe even more during the day while I was at work?
"FUCK!" I said a bit too loudly.
"What is it?" Jen asked.
"I think they are fucking for real, Thursday night is Marie's girls night out too.....FUCK!"
Jen burst into tears again and held on to me tightly.
I could not believe what was going on. I loved Marie, I would die for Marie. We had a wonderful marriage. She and the girls are my world but my world has just crashed around my ankles. I felt sick, I felt angry, I wanted to hurt someone.
We both decided we needed to get back to the villa and get this sorted. Hopefully somewhere down the line it was all fucked up and there was a simple explanation.
Marie and George were sitting at the outside dining table deep in conversation as we arrived back. They both looked up at us, we both knew right then that this was real.
We saw it in their eyes, in their body language.
I flew at George, he sidestepped and caught me on the back of my head, I crashed head first into the kitchen door.
Next thing I remember is being on my bed with a cold flannel on my forehead held in place by Marie.
She was kissing my cheek.
"Are you ok Marty?"
It took me a few seconds to get myself orientated, she asked again.
"Marty, talk to me, are you ok?"
I jerked upright and fell back just as quickly. My head felt like it had just exploded I saw stars. I looked towards Marie her face was a bit fuzzy. My head was spinning.
"Get the fuck away from me!"
