How I Met Mary. the Husband

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How I met Mary. The Husband

By Loony123tunes

After that night in Ann's flat. When she told me that Mary had fallen in love with me. Ann was hoping I had fallen in love with her. I had to rethink what I had to do. The old man was in his late sixties or early seventies. He knew all along Mary was getting fucked by me. He put up with it because she was happy. Also knew he could not give her sexual satisfaction as a much younger man was able to do. Her old man had become jealous of me.

Because of all the weekends. That I had been staying. Mary must have pushed him too far. He was not stupid, and he knew she was fucking me.

Although Mary was much younger than him. He loved Mary so much and did not want to lose her. She didn't want to hurt him. Mary was willing to wait a day, a week, a month, a year or ten years. If I was willing to wait to marry her. I was stunned at what Ann had told me. Mary was in love with me. I thought she only wanted our sex.

Ann also told me the old man had been going into town every week, but she did not know why.

And she told me to back off from Mary for a bit. Until his jealousy had gone. My nurses were back on the list at weekends. But I wanted Mary if she wanted me. During this time I had left the hospital and set up my practice mortgage to the neck.

It was time to contact Mary or go and see her to find out how things were. Friday morning. I telephoned Morton Hall. The butler answered the phone.

"May I speak with Mary Goodwood-Taylor?" I said to him.

"Who is that speaking sir," the butler said in a sour voice.

"Doctor Andrew Whitworth."

It was not Mary who answered the telephone. It was her husband.

"Yes, Andrew, can I help you... Mary, is out walking at the moment?" He said to me.

"Sir, may I come and visit this weekend? Do I have to ask Mary a few things?" I said to him.

There was a silence then he said," Yes come on Saturday for lunch, will you want to stay overnight," the old man said.

"Thank you, sir I will be there at one pm...if it is no trouble...I would like to stay the night," I said.

The phone went dead. I could feel the tension in his voice. He did not want me there. But he was of the old school, polite in every way.

Friday, I went home, made my dinner and stared and stared. I was troubled. I made umpteen speechless to myself about what to say to Mary. None of them made a bit of a scene. I did not intend to get married too soon. I wanted a life of freedom. Then I would find the right girl and settle down. Living up to my nickname Randy Andy. I went to bed and tossed and turned all night long. I could not get out of my mind Mary. She had fallen in love with me.

I did go to sleep and woke up at ten am. I showered. While I was looking in the shaving mirror. Mary was looking back at me. I was talking to her trying to make her see sense. But it made no sense to me what I was saying. I went downstairs and made my breakfast. Then I packed my weekend bag. Through the bag in the car and set off to the petrol station to fill up. Then the long drive to Morton Hall.

I pulled up at the front door and the old man and Mary met me.

"Was the traffic good, and lunch will be ready soon?" He said to me.

"Traffic was light," I said to him.

But my eyes were on Mary. He knew I was looking at her but did not say a word. I went up to the room I stayed in. Then went back downstairs. Lunch was ready and the three of making small talk. When lunch had finished the old man said.

"You two go for a quick walk... don't be long I want to talk to Andrew," the old man said.

We went for a walk, and she told me he was upset with me. But he understood that Mary needed a younger lover to meet her sexual needs. He had been failing to please her in the bedroom. She also told me he fucks her with his small Cock. He could manage it twice, then he is all done.

The more we spoke the more I looked at her. That was then. I realised that I was in love with her. I wanted to throw her down on the floor and make love in front of Morton Hall for all to see.

"Mary, do you have any idea why the old man wants to talk about with me?" I said to her.

"No, but be careful... he is a clever man... he may try to trick you," she said.

There was no chance of us making love. It was as if all the staff were walking around the grounds. I had to wait until everyone was in bed. So, we returned to Morton Hall.

"Andrew I am going to clean my guns... come on and you can help me while we talk a bit," he said.

We went into the gun room. I sat down at the table, and he pulled down shotguns. Then he started to clean one of them. I was a bit worried. He kept on looking down both barrels pointing the gun at my face. He even pressed the trigger while it was pointing at me. He doesn't want to talk to me. He's going to shoot me and say it was an accident. He wanted me out of the way for good. Who could not blame him?

He chatted about this and that. Then he asked me. When I was going to get married. I told him I had met the right one, but she was already married to a man she loved very much. I was referring to him.

Thinking he knew. I was talking about Mary. Time was getting on, and I went for a walk with Mary. It was time to ask what she wanted to do and to find out what the old man was up to.

Mary told me she was in love with me, and she wanted to marry me when her husband had passed away. Even if it was tomorrow, the day after, a week, a month or ten years from now she was in love with me forever. I held her at the waist, and we kissed in full view of the hall. That was when. I told her I was in love with her and was willing to wait as long as it took.

It was time for dinner, and the conversation was dull. My eyes never left Mary. The old man never said a single word about me looking at her. He now knew I was in love with her and her with me. We went to the lounge and had coffee then she drank a few gins. The old man and I drank his whiskey.

I tried to find out if. I could get into Mary's bedroom without him knowing. Then he left the room. Mary told me there was no chance of us making love that night... because he would be in her bed all night long. He had tricked me good and proper.

He came back and talked. I was looking at Mary with one thing on my mind. The old man sat there and was gloating all the time. Knowing I wasn't going to bed her that night.

We went to bed and there were no sounds of loving passion echoing anywhere in the hall. I lay there gripping my teeth there, clasping my hands tight and staring at the ceiling. I wanted to get up and go down to the gun room. Load a double-barrel shotgun and shoot him.

Sunday morning my eyes were on the woman I loved. But her eyes were looking down. She was embarrassed that he had screwed her while I was in the hall. It was his and her right they were married. I was the intruder in their life. Even so, I loved her with all my heart and soul. We had our breakfast. He was happy from the night before with his wife. I wanted to get the gun and shoot him.

Breakfast finished. I asked Mary to go for a short walk. We strolled around the grounds; I promised her I would wait for her. And the only way for us to make love was when she went to town.

"Remember from the day we met," I said.

"I will never forget it. That was when I fell in love with you," she said.

She went on to say. My horse came over the fence and I fell off. You, my love, came to my rescue.

You looked at my head, and I gazed into your eyes. You checked both my arms for being broken. You had to take off my riding coat and blouse to check my sides. You moved your hands across my tits, and I let out a moan. You told me we might have a problem there. You checked my legs from the ankle up. You got to my pussy, and I let out a moan or two. You removed my riding trousers and her knickers. And I let out a moan. Then you told me to kneel facing the ground. You were randy and I was.

You told me to hold on to the ground while I give you this. It will make you feel much better. That was when you fucked me for the first time. You held my tits. I was in heaven. I told you to go faster. You were making me feel much better. And hold on tight? Well, we both were Cumming at the same time.

You were still nice and hard then you told me to turn over. I have to check you out again. Then you fucked me on my back. I watched you as you were making love to me. I wrapped my legs around your waist. You played with my tits and fuck me to death. Well, it was the best two orgasms I had ever had. If I remember right, I told you that was the best medical examination she had ever had. Then you asked for my name and me for yours. Then I invited you to dinner next Saturday and to stay overnight.

"Andrew, I love you, please never leave me," she said.

She also told me to be careful he was up to something.

We both wanted each other. And Mary did not want to hurt her husband. With a divorce. But it was going to be the only way we could be together.

We went back to the hall and had lunch. And I had to leave. He thought he had won, but I wanted Mary for my wife. There must be some other way the question was how?

I had some time off the following week, so I looked into what he did. I found out he was well off and bought and sold businesses. He was a ruthless man in the business world. He had destroyed plenty of big and small businesses. In the process ruined lives by making his money.

Tuesday and Thursday were the same with Ann. She gave me letters from Mary. Ann knew I was in love, But she enjoyed our lovemaking. But when Mary was to be free, it would all stop.

Weeks went by, and it was coming up to her birthday. I wanted to see her and give her my birthday present. It was my love. The husband had it all arranged for Mary. As I have said. He was clever. But little did he know, I had found out a few things about him.

Neither she nor the husband knew I was a specialist doctor. I was a consultant. Well, my other job. Only my close medical friends knew what I did. Mary also told me the husband had been going into town every week, but she did not know why.

The telephone rang. I was requested to review a medical file about a man giving them my opinion.

I went in on Thursday. Handed me a file that had a name on it.

IT WAS THE HUSBAND.

I read the file. It showed the husband had days to live. I confirm their findings. I left. I used the rest of my day to attend the other place where. I received part of my income. I went to my consulting room. It was next door to a friend of mine. The walls in the building were thin. And if the patient spoke out loudly, you could hear every word said.

What I overheard from the man shocked me. He told my friend what he intended to do to his wife on her birthday. I recognised the voice. But I had to be sure I was right.

That meant I had to look at his face. My friend pleaded with him not to carry out what he intended to do. He was adamant he was going to do it. I waited until the man was ready to leave, I was out of my office and into the corridor in a flash.

I turned around looking down the corridor at the office door. The man came out walking towards me. I was holding a folder in front of my face. I did not want him to see my face. I looked over the top of the folder and looked at him. It was him. Well, he was clever and wanted to ruin her life. Well, he was not going to get away with it.

With the information, I had overheard. I rang Mary. I wanted to know which hotel they would be staying in for her birthday. It was this coming weekend. She told me. Then she asked me why. There was no way I could tell her the reason why.

I made a phone call and asked which room they would be staying in. I told the hotel I was travelling down for Mary's birthday. They told me one bedroom with an adjoining lounge.

I rang Mary back and told her the room numbers. Then I told her. I will be in the hotel bar all night. I want her to send me a message. When both of them were going up to the room.

"Andrew, what is going on," she said.

"Mary, trust me and leave the door unlocked my darling please do as I say. Mary rang me on my mobile on Saturday," I said to her.

Friday, I had the day off. I went to the hotel and made sure. I knew where the rooms were. One of the cleaners was on the floor cleaning the rooms. I looked in the adjoining lounge room and went into the bedroom. The room had six chairs and a drinks cabinet.

The bedroom had a big bed with a brass tube headboard. I check my bearing from the door to the bed. Then I left. And went to the reception and left a small parcel with Mary's name on it.

Saturday, Mary rang me and told me they had booked into the hotel. Then they were out shopping for her birthday present from him. I told her there was a small parcel in the reception with her name on it. It was a panic button that keeps it with you in your hand when you are in the bedroom with your husband.

I had dinner early and was watching the lift all the time. Six men came in. Then they went up to the reception and used his name for the room number where he had planned a meeting.

Mary and her husband went up to the room. I prayed and hoped she had remembered to unlock the door. I stayed outside the room. Ten or fifteen minutes passed and the panic alarm receiver went off. I burst into the bedroom with my trustee's old cricket bat.

Mary was bent over the bed on her knees with her legs wide open. She was secured to the headboard and footboard. The husband was on the bed with his cock near her mouth. There standing, right behind her two men with a hard-on. I hit the nearest one then hit the second one.

Two more came in and they got the same. The other two got dressed in seconds and were heading out the door. The first two came back at me for a second blow. The others left the room. I kicked the two on the floor and told them to get out. Well, they did that. I locked the adjoining door.

The husband called out. Please do not hit me. I untied Mary and told her to get dressed. She and I turned to him.

"I hope you rot in hell, and that place is too good for a bastard like you," I said to him.

Mary and I left the hotel and went to the hotel I had booked earlier that day. Mary asked me what was going on. He had hired six men with different six with different types of STDs. They were to have sex with you as long as they could. Taking it in turns, the husband wanted you to have STD for the rest of your life. He was going to tell you what each of them had. And if you made love to me, you would pass it on to me. And by the way. He has days to live.

Mary, well, she was dumbfounded, but she called him all the names she could think of at the time.

The husband left the hotel and went back to Morton Hall. Sunday, Mary and I went to the hall and pulled up outside the door. The butler met us. He was saying the husband had passed away in his sleep.

Mary did not say a word. We went inside and she had most of her clothes. The butler had rung for the local doctor. To confirm the husband was dead. We left, and Mary lived with me from that day on.

The husband expected to be buried. In the family grave. But Mary had other ideas. She got all the legal papers and travel documents for him for a burial at sea. We travelled by plane and went onto an island. Shown to the authorities all the legal stuff for a burial at sea. We rented a boat and a vicar for a burial at sea.

The boat was loaded up with three big tubs of blood. Out on the ocean, the vicar was inside the cabin. The captain had been told what we were going to do. He had poured into the shark-infested waters two tubs of blood and waited for the sharks to come. The sharks were swimming all around the boat. I went to the last tub of blood with Mary's husband.

Mary muttered. You bastard. There is no grave for you. The captain turned the boat around steering for shore.

The vicar came out of the cabin to conduct the service at sea. Then he looked for the coffin and the body.

He looked behind the boat. Saw the floating coffin and sharks having a feast. He called out what have you done?

"All God's creatures need to be fed," I said to the vicar.

All he did was pray.

The husband had left all his money to Mary. He was not as bright as he thought. He forgot to change his will. Mary got the lot, but she did not want a single penny of it. She sold the hall and gave it to the STD clinic where I worked as a consultant.

Mary could not come to me ever again. She confessed to her husband, and he also confessed to Mary. He also had been screwing around. They settled down to be a happily married couple.

Mary and me. Yes. We were married and lived off my earnings. Ten years had passed I looked at Mary and I heard the sound of six tiny feet running to me. My wife was standing there and inside the woman I loved was the forthcoming sound of another sound of tiny feet.

It was a good job I had booked in for the snip to be done.

I hope you agree.