I Was Waiting for It to Happen

Again, nothing new here for Lit LW stories.

Like real life this is a bunch of stories all interlinked. Some consecutive, some in parallel. I hope I have not made it confusing.

I hasten to add, it is not real life, it is fiction. If you want real life, not entertainment, please go elsewhere.

This is going to be a set of stories where you love more than one person. It does happen and sometimes you have to choose. Sometimes you choose the right one, sometimes you don't and sometimes the choice is made for you.

This is Part one of a two-part story.

This story may not be reproduced in part or whole without the consent of the author.

TAGS Cheating wives, Revenge, Sister

Chapter One

I had been waiting for it to happen, it had been a week since the bitch dumped it on me. And to think I loved her. On my way home I was the happiest I'd been in a week, not happy just happiest. It had something to do with the three pints of Jaipur IPA I'd had, I couldn't afford to be too drunk, or maybe I should be for what was coming at some time.

It was a Friday evening, and it was just past dusk. I kept to well-lit streets, but there was one dark patch under the trees that I couldn't avoid, well I could have crossed the road, the streetlights worked over there. But I wanted this over and done with, so I would have to let him confront me.

That was when he appeared. He was carrying a baseball bat. I'd have gone for a cricket bat if I was in his position. You can do more damage with the edge of a cricket bat, if you use the face, you crack more than one rib. Use the swell and you get more than one rib and at different depths, harder to fix. Depends on how much damage you want to inflict.

I knew this.

I recognised him, I had done my research. There were two of them. It looked like he brought his Dad with him, fair enough. But he was bigger than I thought. He was swinging the bat around. He was right-handed, so my left knee was going to be his target, I changed my stance slightly. I could tell he was angry. I knew the feeling.

"Bastard, I'll teach you, by the time I've finished with you, you won't be fucking up anybody else's families."

I held my hands up in submission. "It's not like it seems." I said to him.

That didn't seem to deter him, I didn't think it would. It wouldn't have deterred​​ me. He was still swinging that bat around. I was watching it. I saw it coming, the fact that he muttered, 'bastard' was a bit of a giveaway. The bat swung down towards my left knee, that's what I would have aimed for. But instead of shying away I stepped sharply toward him. The bat landed on my thigh just below the hip. It was a couple of inches from where he was holding the bat, so it wasn't travelling as fast as if the end had caught my knee, that was better, but it still bloody hurt.

He was caught off guard by that and stumbled and fell over backwards. The other chap stepped forward raising his fists, the guy lying on the floor said. "No Dad, I said I would deal with this." The big chap stopped.

It might have helped that my two mates appeared out of the gloom. Just to make sure I got home alright.

I looked at the chap on the floor and shouted at him. "She fucking lied. She told me she was divorced."

"Well, she's fucking not, she's married to me."

"I know, I found out on Friday, that's why I dumped her."

"You dumped her? She told me she dumped you."

"No, you believe what you want, I don't deal with married women. My ex-wife cheated on me, I won't do the same to anybody else."

"I don't believe you." He said. Why should he?

I got my mobile phone out, "I can prove it, but you may not like it." I opened up the photos and showed him a segment of a letter his wife had written to me. Just the bit about me not knowing she was married.

His Dad was still standing there, and my mates were still standing at my back, that may have influenced things.

It was a bit of a risk, but I put a hand out and said. "Let me take you and your Dad to the pub. I can tell you my reasons why​​ I don't knowingly shag married women.​​ I need to buy these two a beer." I said, indicating my two mates stood behind me. He took it and I helped him up.

When he was standing. As I held it, I shook it and said. "Nice to meet you Pete, I just wish it was in better circumstances." I let go of his hand and offered my hand to his Dad. "And you Ron." He took it. They looked a bit stunned.

Yes, I knew their names. I'd done a fair bit of investigating since Friday.

Whilst I had my hand out to Pete as he lay on the floor waiting to see if he would take it, I wondered how I ended up offering my hand to the husband of the woman I've been shagging for the last five months.

As we walked to the pub, I went back on how I ended up falling in love with this man's wife.

Chapter Two

I was away in Portsmouth on a business trip visiting the Dockyard there and staying in my usual hotel. I was just filling in time in the evening and standing at the bar waiting to be served when this pretty dark haired lady walked up beside me. She was smartly turned out, looked fit, being the cheeky bounder I am I checked to see if she had a wedding ring on, she didn't nor was any little white band or indent where a wedding ring would be. It didn't mean she was single.

"Have the bar staff gone on strike?" She asked me, she had a very pleasant voice, but sounded a bit grumpy, like she needed a drink.

"There's only one and he's gone to change the barrel. It was my fault. I couldn't drink the last one as it was a bit off. Sorry."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it, it's been a crappy day, another minute or so won't make any difference."

"I know the feeling, sometimes you beat your head against a brick wall and all you get is a headache."

She looked at me and said. "I'm hoping a large G&T will clear my headache."

I had a better look at her without trying to stare or be rude. She was about my age, maybe a bit younger than me. It was hard to tell, mid to late 30s, very pretty face, wavy black hair just down past her shoulders. not fat, not thin, all the curves in the right place. There was a confidence about her that I found attractive. She had opened the conversation, very few women are confident enough to do that.

John, the barman, came back. He looked at both of us, I nodded to the lady. John and I got on well, maybe because we're both Ex Royal Navy and had both served on the same ship, at different times, but under the same captain.

He went to her. She told John I was before her, I nodded for John again to serve her first. "Your need seems greater than mine."

She ordered her G&T and made it a large one, she then looked at me and said to John. "Whatever this gentleman is having.​​"

He didn't ask, he went straight to the Hobgoblin and poured me a pint. I was here last night, and a few other nights over the last year or so.

I looked over my shoulder around the bar then looked back at her and said. "I can't see any gentleman in here."

She tilted her head to one side, smiled and said to me. "Oh, I think you are a gentleman, most of the time, and when it suits you, you're not."

"You seem to have sorted me out in very short order." I replied.

She continued to smile at me. "Please don't take this the wrong way." She said to me. "Would you mind if we shared a table for dinner? I can't buy you dinner on my expenses but at least we can keep each other company after our crappy day."

I had nothing better to do so I agreed. To have somebody to talk to and to be honest, the fact she was pretty to look at was always going to be a bonus. I agreed and we found a table.

We chatted about what we were doing here in Portsmouth, she even called it by its Navy nickname 'Pompey'. She was there on some banking training thing and as I said, I'd been to the dockyard. Her name was Jackie and then we got round to discussing where we'd come from, and she wasn't looking forward to the drive home Friday evening. It appears we both came from the conurbation of the Medway Towns. I live in a small town to the east called Rainham and I told her I worked in the museum dockyard at Chatham. She told me she lived on the other end of the conurbation in Strood but worked in Rochester at a bank as a training officer. What a small world we live in, we were almost neighbours.

We talked about our families. I was divorced and had custody of two children, Beth and Gary. She didn't ask about my ex-wife. I told her about my parents and my younger sister, her husband and two kids lived in the area. The whole family, including my ex's parents, helped with the children when I came away like this.

She told me she had been married for eight years and they had two children and had lived in London. She caught him cheating. She divorced him and moved down to Kent with her job to get away from him to where she lived now.

But he followed her to Kent and lived just around the corner from her house. Her sister also lives close by, she could work from home and looked after her children while Jackie was away. Her ex-husband was a pain. He kept on trying to get her back. He tried to break up any relationship she has, apparently, he has succeeded on more than one occasion. He had unlimited visitation rights and often had the children, he was using them to try to get back together. But she couldn't trust him, so that wasn't going to happen.

She also let slip that she currently wasn't dating. She looked at me and said. "How about you, are you seeing anybody?"

"No, not really, I've had a few dates, but they came to nothing." I looked at her and thought 'She's a very attractive, intelligent and smartly turned out lady. I'm sure she won't be alone for long'.

Then I thought that I should look in a mirror. I wasn't good looking, but I wasn't ugly. I hadn't run into the back of a bus recently. I ran when I could, and looking after two children keep you fit.

I did wonder, you know, as you do as a man, but I didn't push it. Some bed company would be nice tonight.

We chatted about stuff for the rest of the evening, and it was getting quite late when I said I had to go to bed because I was up early in the morning to try and get to see my contact in the Dockyard​​, and I wanted to get in before the rush at half seven. I had arranged an early breakfast.

She looked at me, smiled and said. "Would you be so kind as to walk me to my door?" Who wouldn't? Unfortunately, her room was at the opposite end of the hotel to mine, but it wasn't a problem, I agreed. I did walk her to her door, when we got there, she didn't invite me in. I didn't expect her to. I will admit I was hoping. But she did ask if we could meet for dinner the following evening. We seemed to get on so well. I told her that would be nice, and we agreed to meet at half past seven in the bar.

I made my way back through the hotel bar towards my side of the hotel. John the barman waved to me as I went past and there was a pint of Hobgoblin in front of him. He and I had had a few chats in the past when I stayed here before, he seemed a nice bloke, anyway he was an ex-matelot, so I wandered across. I told him to get himself a drink and put it on my room. I have to pick up my drinks tab. The museum pays for my hotel and food, but I have to buy my own beer.

After pouring himself a beer John, being a sage wise barman, he said to me. "Sir, the young lady you're talking to is often a visitor in this hotel. I believe she's an accountant or something for one of the local banks or building societies. I am going to be a bit forward Sir. If you continue to see the lady, may I suggest you avail yourself of the machine in the gentleman's toilet."

I pondered his information for a while. "Does she regularly, how can we say, have visitors?"

"Not always Sir, every two or three visits, she does appear to be quite picky and very discreet."

"Do you often give men this advice?"

He smiled. "Only those that spend the time of day with me and buy me beer Sir. Only you so far."

I laughed. I finished my beer, thanked him and headed towards my room. I know barmen have many services, but I didn't think advising gentlemen to wear condoms was one of them. I was smiling, I might just get lucky tomorrow, it had been a while, but I will be definitely buying him more beer even if I didn't get lucky.

My day at the dockyard went better than I expected, getting in early helped. I managed to gather some artefacts for the museum and even managed to get transport arranged, it was a good day.

John had implied it wasn't a done deal with this lady,​​ I didn't want to apply any pressure to her. I would just let it happen naturally. We did meet up at 7:30. Whilst I didn't make an extra effort, I did look smart, she obviously had. When she walked up to the table I stood up and pulled the chair out for her as if we were on a date, a proper date. I sort of stammered and said to her that I looked shabby, and she looked amazing in a red silk blouse and black leather skirt with 4-inch heels, a classic beauty. I then apologised because that was too forward.

"See, I said you were a gentleman."

"I feel like I should rush upstairs and put a jacket and tie on, you've put me to shame."

"Oh, there's no point in putting something on that you're going to have to take off later." She smiled at me. "I might even give you a hand with that."

We finished dinner including a bottle of wine. It was about 9:45 when I saw Jackie take on a serious face. "Jeffrey." That was a strange thing to call me, it was a bit formal. I had introduced myself to her as Jeff, so that was what I expected her to call me. So, let's see where this goes. "Jeffrey, we are both single, and I would like you to come to my room to spend some time with me. But I must point out that you will not be the first person I have done that with." I must have looked shocked because she reached across the table and took my hand. "There's been nobody else on this trip, but occasionally I do need some company, not every time. I try to be discreet, but I'm sure the hotel staff have noticed." She was still smiling. "I'm pretty certain you're clean and I know I am, but I can't take risks. You will have to wear a condom."

I must say that despite John's warning I was a bit flabbergasted at her openness. She did seem to be a bit forthright with this. But what could I say? Have sex with a beautiful woman and hopefully wake up in her bed with her. I do miss that. I wouldn't push to stay the night, but it would be nice.

I headed towards the bar and asked John for a bottle of Merlot. He raised an eyebrow at me. I just smiled like an idiot. As he went to fetch it, I looked back at Jackie and It did cross my mind that she​​ wasn't discreetly dressed, she was in a bright red silk blouse.

As we left the bar, she slid her arm in mine, that was comfortable. In her room. I poured two glasses of wine. I think she was keen to get started by the way she slowly and seductively started undoing the buttons on the front of her blouse. I wanted to savour the experience. I handed her a glass of wine and said. "Would you mind if I did that for you?"

"Mmm, that would be very nice, yes please."

I took a sip of my wine, placed the glass down and continued where she left off. I soon had the blouse undone and eased off her shoulders. She placed her wine down and went to undo my shirt, I pulled her hands away and said to her. "You're not completely topless yet, when you are, you can have a turn." Her bra was pretty, not sexy, but it was full.

I slid my hand round her back, dragging my nails. "Please be careful, no marks." I lilted my nails and proceeded to undo the clasp with one hand, with the other I cupped the bra and eased it away when the clasp came undone. The bra may have dropped, her breasts didn't. And what wonderful brown upstanding nipples, I leaned forward and kissed them gently, she shuddered slightly. I started to pull away, she held onto my head. "Please more." I kissed and licked all around her nipples, even a little nibble, being aware of no marks.

After a few minutes of that she pushed my head away and said. "My turn." expecting her to undo my shirt I was surprised when she passed me my drink and took hers up. Now she was playing the savour game. After taking a sip we put our glasses down. There was no gentle undoing of my shirt buttons, I was worried for a very short while if any of them would still be attached to the shirt when she finished, I didn't care it was only a shirt.

She caught me unawares and soon my trousers were pooled around my ankles. She got down on her knees and had me lift each leg so she could remove my trousers and socks. She reached for the waistband of my underpants, oh no not yet, she still had far too many clothes on herself.

I took hold of her hands and pulled her up into an embrace and started kissing her, she had soft warm lips. I tried to reach the zip at the back of her leather shirt but failed. I think she noticed as she did not stop me pulling away and turning her around, she even pushed her backside out at me a little. Looking down it was too good a chance to miss so I gave her leather backside a slap, not hard. It sounded good. I looked up at her face to see if there was an admonishment coming. All I got was. "Nice, again." I gave her a few more and then went for the zip at the back of the skirt. I managed to get it down rapidly the skirt and her knickers at the same time. Now she was naked I could smell her arousal as much as she could see mine sticking out in front of me. My underpants quickly followed her knickers.

I led her to the bed and gently laid her back into the middle, he had a sweet sexy smile on her face, her eyes were shining. She lifted her knees and opened her legs invitingly. It was too soon for that, I would not last long.

I got on the bed and lay next to her. I do like to tease my women and to see them orgasm. That was my aim here. I kissed her on the lips, and we swapped tongues, my hands slid down her belly and my fingers moved through her hair down there. It wasn't very thick; it was like she had trimmed it. Perhaps she was expecting some company tonight. Or maybe she just doesn't like being bushy?

It made it easy for me to find my way to her vagina, it was very moist. I slid my fingers in, it was a little difficult with the position I was in, so I just used the moisture to tease her clitoris. I shifted my kissing from her lips ready to move down her body. Her head went slightly back with her eyes closed. I licked her cute ear. She pulled away from me quickly. "I'm sorry."

She smiled at me. "Don't worry, we are getting to know what each other likes. It's not a problem." She leaned up and kissed me. As her head went back down, I followed keeping our lips in contact to prolong the kiss.

If the ears were out of bounds, what about the neck? I moved down so I could kiss her neck, her head went back and I gently kissed. "Mmm, that's nice, I like that."

That allowed me to slide down the bed a little, and get my fingers further in. I alternated between driving my fingers in firmly and teasing her clitoris whilst kissing her neck. On one of my deeper insertions, she gave a little shudder.

I used my moist fingers to carry on playing with the clitoris. Her hips pushed back at my hand. Her hips rose back up now. She gave a little shudder, she must have been very ready.

I stopped kissing her neck and whispered into her ear. "I think you've just had a little one. By now I would normally be laying between your legs and attacking your lady parts with my tongue. But I'm afraid they don't make condoms for tongues, so we'll have to give that a miss."

"Until next time." She said.

I didn't think there would be a next time. This will be a one off. I was going to make it the best one I could for her, and me of course.