Please keep in mind that people who are angry, upset and hurt don't always think logically or sensibly. They may even do things that are considered illegal. If they did there would be far fewer stories. This one of the longer stories that generated the spin offs. There is actually nothing new in here, followers of LW stories will have read it all before, but I hope you enjoy the story and the antics.
This is a four-part story I intend to publish Part 2 pretty soon after part one has hit the streets, and the same for Part 3. There will be a part 4 for those of you that want to know what happens to the characters. There are also hints on forthcoming adventures of Alan and Julia. All four parts are written
I would like to thank Ll Ll for her editing, suggestions and guidance, I would also like to thank Bad Hobbit for his guidance in punctuation. I probably have still not got it correct, but hopefully it is better after his help. All mistakes are mine.
Mirror.
Home.
"Sweetheart, can we have a chat?" The words every man in a relationship dreads. I thought I knew where this was going, the Mediterranean beach holiday we'd planned wasn't enough and she wanted a cruise liner instead or the car wasn't big enough or too old or she wanted us to spend a weekend with her sister, whom I loathed.
I'd seen it coming, you haven't been with someone for 24 years and married for 21 without picking up the signs, and with Julia they were so obvious. She would cook my favourite dinners, fetch me my beer in the evening without me asking, but the sex was the big giveaway. She would initiate sex including the kinky stuff we both liked but that I'd normally have to suggest. Without being asked she would wear her Basques and stockings and ask me to tie her up, my bedtime favourite. Basque, stockings and bondage, known to us as BSB. And with the kids now gone, Steve in the RAF and Susan at Uni, there was plenty of time to play.
But I was so wrong.
It was early Friday evening and we were lounging on our sofa in front of the log fire after a nice chilli with wild rice, sipping a pleasant glass of Malbec, the telly was on, but we weren't really watching it, everything was quite mellow.
She leaned across the sofa and stroked my arm "You know I love you, right," and she looked right into my eyes. This was different, I perked up a bit. Did she have a new kink she wanted to try out?
"Of course, sweetheart, how could I miss it this last couple of weeks, what do you want, don't beat around the bush, come on, out with it." I smiled guessing where this was going.
She moved her body round to face me, she put her hands into her lap, dropped her head and look at them and said, "I want to sleep with another man."
Fuck me I didn't see that coming, my chin was on my lap. I got my chin off my lap enough to shout. "What!" Where the fuck did that come from?
"I want to sleep with another man," she repeated, I managed to keep my chin away from my lap this time. One look at her face told me she wasn't joking, who would joke about such a thing?
"No!"
"Can't we talk about it?"
"What's to talk about it, it's not going to happen, you sleep with another man I
will
divorce you."
She started to say, "If you really..." I held my hand up and stopped her right there and glowered at her. "Don't you fucking dare pull that one on me. Because if you really love me you wouldn't ask."
The room suddenly got colder, the roaring log fire had no heat in it and the Malbec not so pleasant anymore.
Despite my protestations, she carried on, in that quiet, but firm way that she has, there appeared to be a touch of guilt in her voice. "You've slept with other women before we met, and you were my first and only, I want to know what it's like to be with another man. It'll just be sex, it's you I love." Funny way of showing it I thought.
I calmed down a bit, just a bit. I needed to get to the bottom of this, to get it sorted, so I asked what had brought all this on? She told me it was the girls in her office, there were five of them. Anne and Jane both married, about the same age as Julia, they both had children, Jane had been married before, but she divorced her first husband because he cheated on her. I'd met both of them and their husbands at company parties, they seemed nice. Then there was Charity and Chardonnay known collectively as the 2Cs, both around their mid-20s, unattached I believe and playing the field, good luck to them. I didn't know much about them.
Julia and I worked for the same small engineering company, she did a mixture of HR, accounting, clerical work and a spot of project management, and I was the head of maintenance for the multitude of machines we had. Both Julia and I had picked up extra duties, she was First Aid coordinator, and I was Health and Safety, Transport Manager, Security and IT, all little jobs with no real effort required, but they gave me a lot of freedom to wander around the factory. I didn't know how useful that would be.
It was a family-run company, which specialised in small production runs; we could make your component in anything you wanted, wood, plastic, aluminium, steel or carbon fibre and we were looking into more exotic materials. If you wanted a run of 10 or 10,000, we the people, if you wanted millions, you needed to go elsewhere; but we'd advise you on that. We specialised in pre-production runs of small numbers, concept proving, that sort of thing.
There were about 50 people in total, there were a couple of designers for small stuff that wasn't farmed out to Centrix, a design company that we worked with for the more complex designs, a sales manager, the admin staff, my small team, John and Chris; and Bob the production manager with his team. Mr Barstow with the aid of Mrs Barstow ran the company. They have a son Mr Barstow junior, Phillip, who was currently at university reading Engineering and Business studies. Although Mr Barstow's name was over the door, Mrs Barstow had a fair amount of say of how the business was run, in fact, we called her 'Matron', it was a term of endearment, we felt she had a guiding hand in a lot of things.
Julia carried on that the 2Cs were always going on about their sexual escapades and how much fun it was, even Anne and Jane both admitted they'd slept around a little bit before they settled down with their husbands.
"And I feel left out."
"So, you want to risk our marriage because you feel left out?" I was incredulous.
"No, no, it will just be sex, one time only, I promise." She said pleadingly.
"I told you, if you sleep with another man, I will divorce you. Part of the marriage vows we said when we got married was to remain faithful, that was a promise, and now you want to break that promise," then a thought occurred to me, I wasn't thinking particularly clearly at the time. "Or have you already done it and you want permission after the event?"
I wasn't shouting, but I wanted to, I was barely keeping my temper, but I'd learnt years ago that losing my temper doesn't make things any better. But I was still very angry; the last 24 years seemed a waste. She looked me straight in the eyes and said "No, I would not do that to you, please believe me," Her look was so intense I did believe her. I calmed down a little, just enough to control the shouting.
Then a wave of fear hit me like a sledgehammer, wasn't I good enough, was I inadequate, was I a failure, had the kinky stuff been too much?
"Right," I said," A couple of questions, and do not lie to me, I will know, I can tell after all these years, and I will stop this conversation. Am I not good enough for you, where did I fail, what have I been doing wrong all these years?"
"You've done nothing wrong, sweetheart, you're fantastic, when I wear a Basque and stockings, I know I am going to get right royally fucked, when you tie me up, I come like a steam train, it's as if you have removed all the guilt of having such wonderful feelings, I have no option but to lay there and accept the pleasure you give me, and when we make gentle love, I feel warm, protected and loved, you have done nothing wrong, darling, it's just me."
"Next question then, do you have someone in mind?"
She looked down at her hands and whispered. "Yes." I waited.
"WELL WHO FOR FUCKS SAKE." I shouted.
She cringed, "A chap from work, you don't know him; he's only been here six months or so. I can't tell you. You'll have a go at him." Too fucking right.
That was strange, I knew everybody in the company, there weren't that many of them. And she said a man so ruled out the women.
"And does he know you have designs on him?"
She looked at me and she had tears forming in her eyes. "He may do." She knew where this was going.
"He may do or yes. Right, I've had fucking enough, just one lie and this conversation stops right now, and I will see a solicitor first thing Monday morning, so how come he 'may know about it'."
She took a deep breath looked at me and explained that the 2Cs were talking about their sexual experiences and the chap overheard the talk. Then one of the youngsters mentioned to him that Julia had only been with one man, and then he offered his services if she wanted to increase that number to two. She said it was done in a joking voice, but the look on his face was more of lust than fun. She was embarrassed and told him that she didn't cheat on her husband, she carried on talking, telling me that but he kept on pestering her, and the two girls said how good he was in bed; they'd both slept with him.
She told him that she would ask me, and if I said 'yes', she'd do it. She was planning on going back to him the next day without talking to me and then telling him that I'd said 'No', and that would be the end of it. However, he told the 2Cs that she was going to ask me. So not talking to you wouldn't work, I didn't want you to find out second-hand what was happening.
The 2Cs kept on saying that it would broaden her experience and would make her a better lover for me. They kept on at her saying If you really loved me, you would let me do this, it's just the once anyway, it'll be just sex. And it sounded sensible to me, they said, it was one way you could prove your love for me.
