Sorry no hard sex of any kind, so if that's not your thing, then don't bother to read this story.
Sort of a happy ending as well.
Hope you enjoy it!
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"Hi Mike!"
"Oh hello Carol," I replied turning round, unable to avoid my eyes quickly scanning the pretty woman in front of me, and especially her rather lovely slim body. "How's little Tim?"
"Oh he's fine this morning," the lovely young mother in front of me told me with a smile. "He's got over his cold now. How's Mary?"
"As gorgeous as ever," I responded grinning, looking back at my infant daughter. "But then again I suppose I'm may be biased."
"Oh I don't think so," Carol added, plonking her rather delightful, jeans clad bottom down beside me. "But she's so lucky to have a father like you after what her mother did."
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It all started nearly two years before.
That is to say my problems started, as till then my wife Janet and I had enjoyed what seemed to be a perfectly normal happy married life. That is assuming of course, that we accept that a happy marriage is normal. For some time for me, that was called into doubt!
We'd met a few years before, Janet being a friend of Martha who had been at school with my sister Julie. We met at a party in Manchester where we both lived, and hit it off straight away. We were both quite good looking in our own way I guess and seemed fairly well matched from the start. Janet was sort of slim but curvy at the same time, which maybe seems a contradiction, but she managed it, and carried it off incredibly well. Her long lustrous jet-black hair certainly didn't detract from her looks either, as didn't her sparkling deep blue eyes.
I would have to admit that I probably had to work a bit harder getting her to make us a regular couple than she did at the beginning, but once into it, then everything was just hunky-dory.
Neither of us were exactly virgins when we met so we both bought our past experience into the bedroom, and the result was pretty electric. She did things to me that I never thought possible and I decided quite early on not to query where she learnt so much, as it was me that was getting the benefit as it were, and for her part in fairness, Janet had never questioned me.
One thing led to another and it simply seemed that all our friends were getting hitched. We were all about that age I suppose; you know, late twenties -- early thirties, and looking to settle down.
Eventually I asked Janet to tie the knot with me and she agreed without hesitation, as I knew she would. We already more or less lived together anyway, so it simply a matter of a visit to the local registry office with close family and a group of friends, and then a big bash later that evening down at our local. Didn't even consummate the damn marriage that night having had a right skin full, but Janet was too Gin and Tonic'd out of it to worry about it too much anyway.
But life went on and marriage seemed to make little difference to out everyday life, which seemed to consist of work, partying, eating out and sex, but not necessarily in that order.
My one on going problem was that living up there in Manchester when I was an Arsenal supporter wasn't always easy. If it wasn't some bloody United fan then it was someone who followed City.
Christ ------ Hard to believe it, but there were people up there who went to watch Stockport County every week!
Yes I know!
Bolton Wanderers or even Wigan maybe, but ..... Well ..... Crikey????
Wasn't helped by Janet and all her family supporting Manchester United, and her Dad just shook his head when we discussed which club any kids we had might support.
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So life went on quite happily, and as a few years went on Janet and I grew closer and closer. I was her Zing, and she damn well Zanged me at least three times a week in bed.
I quite clearly remember it was the start of the football season when I noticed that things were not perhaps as they should be. I was Ok, but Janet seemed a little withdrawn and sometimes snappy with me. Couldn't put my finger on why exactly so I put it down to the time of the month. ---- Well, that's what us guys do don't we, when everything you say is wrong, and the sex gets cut off for a few days?
But her moods seemed to stretch on longer than they should have done, and if I hadn't been so busy at work then maybe, just maybe, I might have seen some warning signs. As it turned out I decided that I would have a serious chat with her that Sunday, but fate took a hold and I never got the chance.
We went out to a party at a local club on the Saturday when my life changed forever. It was someone who Janet worked with's engagement party but I can't for the life of me remember who, just that Janet and I were invited.
It was packed!
I had to queue for our drinks and they weren't even free. Some bloody engagement party! No wonder they'd had it in a club rather than their home, cheeky sods.
I got back to our table carefully carrying a couple of beers for me and Tod, Martha's husband, and G and T's for our wives.
"Where are the girls?" I asked Tod, not seeing either of them.
"Off dancing with some old friends of theirs," he replied casually. He wasn't worried, so why should I be?
We chatted with difficulty over the noise around us, invariably broaching the scores in the big games earlier that afternoon. Both Arsenal and United had won so it wasn't contentious, and I hardly noticed the time passing.
"Hi guys," greeted Martha as she got back to the table. "This my drink?"
"Yes," I replied breaking off from my diatribe about the problems with the 4-4-2 formation. "Where's Janet?"
"Oh still dancing out there somewhere," Martha responded and promptly changed the subject quickly.
Too damn quickly!
"Dancing with who?" I demanded, my attention sparked. "She's been dancing for some time now."
"Just an old friend Mike," Martha shot back. "Nothing to get upset about."
"Who's getting upset?" I queried. "Why should I get upset?"
"No reason Mike. No reason at all. It's just an old friend that Janet hasn't seen for some time."
Should that have rung warning bells maybe?
Difficult to do, but I sat back in my seat and took a swig of my pint, trying to pretend that I wasn't concerned, even though my insides were already churning.
Another ten minutes and at least two changes of music and my hackles were rising. Martha had whispered something to Tod at least twice and the two of them where busily avoiding my looks, almost pretending that I wasn't there.
"Come on you two," I asked at last in exasperation. "What the hell's going on here? Who is this friend of hers?"
"Maybe you better go and find her Mike," Tod ventured; ignoring the dirty looks that Martha was giving him.
"No!" she cried out, leaping to her feet and thrusting my half empty pint in my hands. "No need Mike. I'll go and find her for you."
Ah!
Something going on here and I asked, no ---- I demanded of Tod, what the hell the girls were up to.
"Oh just some footballer they used to know," he informed me not sounding too confident. "I think he used to play for United as a junior but didn't make the level, and has been up North somewhere playing in one of the lower divisions."
"They both knew him?" I queried, my throat going dry as I stood up, determined to go and see for myself what the hell was going on.
"I think your Janet knew him better than Martha did Mike," Tod admitted rather cautiously, holding onto my arm. "Don't do anything silly Mike. I'm sure Janet isn't doing anything she shouldn't be."
"Well I'll just go and see for myself Tod," I growled, shaking his hand off, wondering if this bloody footballer was anything to do with the funny mood that Janet had been in lately.
But I didn't get far. Not far at all!
"Here she is Mike," Martha announced breathlessly, as she strutted up to us, all but dragging Janet behind her. "No harm done."
Janet and I stared at one another for several moments in complete silence. Even the noise in the room around us seemed to die down. She just stood there, making no effort to sit down and offering no apologies or explanation.
"Who is he?" I demanded at last. "Where's this bugger appeared from?"
"What's it to you?" Janet snarled back at me. "What right do you have to dictate who I spend time with?"
"I'm your bloody husband," I reminded her raising my voice. "And you'd do well to remember it."
"Husband?" she spat at me. "Husband? It's you that should have remembered that I'm your wife."
"What are you on about Janet? What's got into you?"
I was shouting by then and had no idea what she was getting at, and people around us were beginning to notice the commotion.
"You weren't thinking of your wife when you were with that slut Jennifer Meadows were you?" Janet screamed back at me.
I opened my mouth to respond but my wits deserted me. What the hell did she know about Jennifer and me?
"See!" Janet continued accusingly. "You don't even deny it you bastard."
"Janet honey," I started to reply. "Jennifer and I were ..... "
It was as far as I got, as my wife interrupted me.
"You've fucked the slut haven't you," Janet accused me. "You've been to bed with her."
"Yes honey," I responded almost automatically, taken back by the ferocity of her attack. "But ...."
"No buts you cheating bastard," Janet interrupted. "I know what you've been up to with that cow and I'm not standing for it."
"But honey ---- It's not what you think."
Oh shit! Oh Golly Moses! ------ Of all the stupid damn things to say, why did I say that?
"Well you can go to hell you rotten bugger," Janet shouted so everyone around could hear. "We're finished and you can go and fuck bleeding Jennifer Meadows whenever you want from now on."
"Listen Janet," I started to say, moving forward to take Janet into my arms. "Jennifer and I were ...."
My speech was bought to a sudden halt by Janet, who grabbed a glass of beer from the table and threw it at me. I was too close to even try to duck and the glass hit me full on the temple, bringing me to a shocked standstill.
'Fuck you," screamed my wife and stormed off, closely followed by Martha who called after her to stop.
"Jesus Mike," Tod said, as he stood and started to wipe the beer off me. "Jennifer Meadows and you ---- She's bloody gorgeous man, but have you seen her husband?"
"I know her bloody husband Tod," I told him as I wiped myself down. "And he already knows about his wife and me."
A surprised look appeared on Tod's face, but I didn't get much opportunity to explain much further, as over on the other side of the room what looked like a cat fight was going on, and women were screaming and shouting. Tables and chairs were going everywhere and it was a right old barny. In other circumstances I might have been concerned, or amused even, but the state I was in, I simply stood there and stared.
"Jesus Mike," Tod interjected. "That's your Janet over there fighting with some blonde."
"That's Jennifer Meadows."
"Christ so it is Mike," Tod mumbled. "Looks like it's broken up now though."
Oh shit! What a bloody mess. How in heaven's name could a couple of nights in the sack with Jennifer have come to this?
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"What's the bleeding game Mike?"
Even though I was holding my head in my hands, I could recognise the strident words of yet another very upset woman shouting at me. All I wanted at that moment was out! But life, at least my life, has never been that easy.
"Hi Jennifer, how are you?"
