It was a fantastic honeymoon. A single week in a one room croft on a Scottish island in the middle of October would not seem to have a lot going for it but it was pure magic. Sarah and I must have spent the whole seven days with our anatomies conjoined in one way or another. We were particularly fortunate with the weather for that time of year and did occasionally venture out but even in the wild outdoors our carnal urge was not quiescent and consequently we fucked in the heather more than once.
For the next three years until the first of our kids turned up we certainly kept passion alive but without ever quite matching the wild hedonistic abandon of that first perfect week. Unfortunately since then our sex lives have imperceptibly but continuously declined.
On leaving college I secured a position with a small family firm. Sarah was the typist cum office girl who was instructed to help me settle in. She undertook this task very happily and I thought she was lovely. A purist would undoubtedly point out flaws in both her face and figure but to me she seemed perfect. A mere fortnight after meeting I asked her out and was overjoyed when she accepted.
While in college I had enjoyed two relationships, lasting a year and nine months respectively, but without ever envisioning an enduring connection with either girl. Sarah was different, call it 'love at first sight' or not but after one kiss I knew with absolute certainty that she was the woman that I wanted to spend my life with. We were married six months later.
Married life suited her and she began filling out with the transformation from girl to woman. At 5' 7" Sarah was three inches shorter than me but whenever she wore her really high heels she was the taller. Maybe she wasn't super model material but I'm sure that she has always got more than her share of lustful glances from other men
Then our offspring arrived, first Sophie followed by Duncan three years later. They are now aged seven and four and we both love them dearly but let me state categorically that young children are not conducive to an adventurous sex life. I've lost count of the occasions when, just as I was getting really amorous, there was the patter of tiny feel and a distressed small child slipped into bed with us.
There was also the tiredness to contend with. I was putting in the hours and effort to advance my career while my wife looked after the house and children and latterly did a part time job. We somehow got out of sync, whenever Sarah felt frisky I was exhausted and conversely, my randy moments always seemed to coincide with her libido lulls. I not saying that we didn't still have our occasions; especially when one or other grandparent took the kids overnight. Then we did the whole thing, sexy lingerie, toys, role play and even porn. Yes, those times did recapture the passion we had known but they were like oasis in the desert, growing ever sparser as time went by. Apart from that it was a Wednesday Saturday routine when it was more a matter of 'let's do it and get it over with before we get interrupted'.
With out ten year anniversary coming up I was desperate to use the occasion to put the spark back in the marriage but could not think of anything that I hadn't already tried. Then, while doing some work connected internet research on Scotland, I found myself gazing at a picture of our honeymoon cottage.
A quick check showed that it was free for the relevant week, which fortuitously was also the school holiday for the autumn half term. Sarah was ecstatic at the idea and both sets of grandparents were eager to share looking after the kids while we were away.
With everything arranged we still had just over a month to wait and we were both filled with eager anticipation. In fact, had the holiday fallen through we would still have derived substantial benefit from just the idea because our sex returned to near old levels, as if we felt a mutual need to get back in practice for a week hopefully crammed with continuous copulation. Actually, we rather over did it and this prompted Sarah to suggest that we try a bit of celibacy for the week before departure, to ensure that the new honeymoon was still something special. It certainly worked because on the train up north I was straining at the bit and there were many clues that my wonderful sexy wife felt exactly the same.
Arriving at the small mainland port we had just missed one sailing so with almost two hours to kill until the next, we parked our luggage at the ferry terminal and wandered round the small town. We quite enjoyed exploring the shops but then it began to rain and as a fierce wind was getting up I suggested that we collect our bags and spend the last hour getting some refreshments in the cafeteria near the ferry. Happily we collected trays and started making our way along the display of foodstuffs for sale and that is where everything went wrong.
"Gordon! Gordon Bradley, I thought it was you. Good to see you again Brad." a male voice said loudly and I turned to see a tall figure striding purposefully across the cafeteria floor towards me. My heart sank because this was the last person in the world that I ever wanted to see again.
His name was Alan Proctor and a decade before, throughout a three year college course he had been a disruptive element in every student's life. He was tall and good looking, very intelligent with an athletic physique and reputedly exceptionally well hung. When gifts and talents were being dished out by fate, Alan must have been right at the front of the queue and he used all of those attributes to further his role of sexual predator. When it came to seducing he was a phenomena and he seemed driven by a need to add more and more notches to his belt.
The college was coeducational with an even mix of male and female. Now with most young people, away from home for the first time sexual relationships should be in a state of flux, pick and mix with plenty of one night stands but for some reason it wasn't like that at all. Almost from the start everybody split up into fairly stable pairs. I'm not saying that there was no changing of partners over that three year period but most relationships lasted a minimum of several months. The exception was Alan. No relationship was sacred to him, he just moved in whenever he saw a chance and his success was phenomenal. I know of at least twelve separate occasions when he fucked another guy's girl. In some cases the relationship survived his intervention, most did not. I was included in that number but in my case I didn't mind too much because I had started thinking that my relationship had no future and I was rather pleased when he effectively let me off the hook. However, it didn't do my pride a lot of good.
Alan was big enough to beat any one in a straight fight so he had no real fear of revenge by jilted boyfriends but I wondered why several aggrieved males never ganged together to take him down. An unproved reputation for being a Karate black belt is the probable explanation. Possibly the most impressive thing about Alan is the speed at which he worked, he had no sooner seemed to appear on a scene when bingo, it was a done deal. He also had a wide range of targets such, as when he used some form of global warming to conquer the legendary ice queen, and I know that he seduced and fucked two girls who had persuaded regular boy friends to help preserve their virginity until marriage. Life in college was not unlike swimming off a nice beach on a beautiful warm day but knowing that there was a shark in the water.
Now seeing him again near the check out, I balanced my tray on one arm and reached out to take his outstretched hand, saying coolly, "Hello Alan, what are you doing here?"
"Same as you I reckon," he said avoiding the question but then seeing that this distraction was halting the queue, he muttered, "I'll catch up with you in a minute."
I paid for both me and my wife and carrying our respective trays, we carried them to an empty table. The moment we were seated, with an element of wonder in here voice, Sarah asked, "Who was that, he's very good looking, like a film star or TV presenter."
"He's a nasty, devious, underhand shit, "I told her. "I knew him at college and he made a career out of pinching other bloke's girls. He'll be coming to our table when he gets served so it will be best if we both give him the cold shoulder and perhaps he will leave us alone."
"Well he certainly looked pleased to see you," my wife argued, "I thought he looked rather nice. Don't you think it will be bad manners if we're not polite, especially when you haven't seen each other for so long?"
"You don't know what he's like," I protested. "Back then he could get any woman he wanted, almost like magic and he'd got no conscience at all about who he went after. He was a menace."
"I can certainly see why a lot of girls would be attracted to him. He's exactly what women's magazines describe as the ideal man." Sarah said thoughtfully.
"And I've heard that he has a huge cock," I added unnecessarily.
My wife smiled. "Well then, if he'd got so much going for him why not make use of it. If all that happened ten years ago, I don't blame him for sowing his wild oats, most boys do at that age or at least try to. He is probably happily settled down now with a houseful of kids. The least we can do is be pleasant, at least until it's time to catch our ferry. I think you're just a bit jealous of him. What did he do, pinch one of your girl friends?"
I just grunted, not wanting to admit that he had. At that moment I saw Alan heading towards us and just had time to whisper, "All right, we'll pretend to be friendly, just be wary of him."
Alan arrived at the table and then stopped, gazing at Sarah in awe. "Who is this absolutely gorgeous creature, don't say she's with you?"
"This is my wife Sarah," I said reluctantly, "Sarah this is Alan."
My wife held her hand out to him, her face glowing with pride at the complement. He put his tray on the table and they shook hands quite formally but my watchful eye saw both the way that his fingers curled round her small hand and that he caused the handshake to linger just that bit longer than necessary. Sitting down and turning to my wife, he continued the flattery by saying, "Gordon always did have excellent in females but he really has excelled himself with you. I only wish that I could be half as lucky."
"So you're not married then?"
