Any spelling mistakes must be the checker, the grammar and punctuation mistakes are all mine, sorry.
Just a cheating wife at it again and how happy hubby is for it.
I'm standing in the garden just drinking a beer looking at the evening sky when an old friend came to join me, we weren't alone by any means, plenty of others were out drinking and talking in groups.
"It's been a long time Dan," Ian said as he walked up to me.
"Hello Ian, yer, long time, but that's on you, you went to America, not me." I kidded back.
"Okay, Okay, I know it was my fault, but... look what happened? I saw Amy and some of the old crowd back inside, I overheard something about you and Amy, I thought you got married to her, you were more like you were married than a lot of couples I know who were, what gives?"
I took a swig of my beer and thought I probably owed it to Ian to tell him the story, the truth.
"Well you're right, we did get married, had nearly three good years, we were thinking about starting a family, that good.
Then I had to go away for a two day training course, I spent the Sunday afternoon building this bloody bed Amy had won on some website, it was costing me a fortune in new bed linens etc. It was one of those extra large beds, I wanted to sell the thing but... Amy wanted it.
As I said I spent the afternoon building it, we had a light supper and I went off to Birmingham, I had decided that it was better if I went up Sunday night, it would have been an early start if I went up in the morning, stayed in a cheap hotel, bloody cheap skate firm, but it was clean and breakfast was cooked for me, so Monday I did the first part of the course, the hotel again Monday night and second part Tuesday, I travelled back home looking forward to, we'll maybe try the new bed out, know what I mean.
Amy was all lovey towards me, she was telling me that Mark and Linda had taken her out for a drink last night, the Monday, and we were just going to go up when the phone rang, stopping her from saying anything else. It's her sister, she had just gone into labour, Amy was booked to go babysit the other two, so she had to go over there straight away, I went to work Wednesday like normal, I got a call from Amy mid morning that there is a problem with Susan and the baby, she has to stay for another night, did I mind, well I did, but I couldn't say anything could I?" Ian was nodding his agreement.
"Thursday night the same and Friday, but a promise that she would be home Saturday afternoon.
Mark phoned and asked me to go out for a drink with him, I see looking back at it that he was nervous about asking, but I was thinking about having a drink with a mate, nothing more.
We met up at the pub and as I sat down Mark put a pint in front of me and asked if I was alright about Monday night, I mean who wouldn't be, friends taking Amy out for a drink and keeping her company?
"I hear that it was a bit dead in here," I said.
"Yer, like a dodo, so Amy said let's go back to yours for a coffee."
"Then he went on as if I knew what he was telling me.
They got back to ours and instead of coffee, they opened another bottle of wine.
You must remember what Linda was like, well she hadn't changed, she put some music on and got Amy up to dance, her tits were soon out bouncing around and Mark said that she, Linda, playfully got Amy's top off and started to muck about, it ended up with them getting into a clinch, 'necking like teenagers' were the words he used.
He said that they danced around for a bit longer and listening to him, their clothes dropped off and they, they got him up dancing and he ended up having Linda over the back of the sofa, but before he came, he says, Amy was bent over beside Linda wanting the same thing," I took a long drink and breath reliving this.
"Mark said that he couldn't help it, he says that when they had had a climax each, it was Amy who wanted to show them the new bed.
Mark tried to make a joke of it, said that the bed was big enough for the four of us, that one thing led to another and he boasted, boasted to me that he came four times in each of them, he hadn't been looking at me while he told his story, it wasn't until he asked if I wanted to have Linda that weekend, just so I could experience having Linda and Amy for a night that he realised that I hadn't known about any of that.
The beer I threw in his face made him look at me, I told him if Linda ever came to my house again, she would go home without those big tits she was so proud of, and if I saw him anywhere near the house I'd cut his balls off,"
I took a moment to get my temper back under control before finishing my story to Ian.
"As I had screamed that last bit at him and the pub was busy, it didn't take long for the story to get around, lots of people were on my side, some were calling me an idiot to throw Amy out rather than have Linda as well regularly, I didn't care what anyone else thought, it's taken a long time for me to get over the nerve of her, Amy says she was trying to tell me on the Tuesday night when she had to go to her sisters, but it's always troubled me why she stayed so long, it's crossed my mind that she was comforting Alan while she was there, in his bed."
What Ian didn't know was that Susan, Amy's sister was standing behind me listening to me tell my story, he had never met her and I had this suspicion that the man she was with was Amy's new man, I'd heard that they were getting very close, and I was going to put the cat amongst the pigeons as they say.
"Still Ian it's not worked out that bad for me, I remortgaged the house so it was mine, and when Amy gets a bit horny, well she comes around and we reenact some of our happier times."
"What in that big bed?" Ian asked in amazement.
"Oh no, when I got home from that Friday night from seeing Mark, as you can imagine I was in a foul mood, as I was about to sit on the sofa that Mark had just told me he had had Amy over it a few days before, I lost it, I knocked it apart and put it in the garden, while doing that I thought about that bloody bed, it and the mattress came down and outside, it took a shorter time to take it apart than build it I can tell you, anyway, I got the petrol for the lawnmower and... well I set it alight, one of the neighbours called the fire brigade, they put it out but not before they were both burnt beyond repair, they had the cheek to tell me I lived in a smokeless area."
I was waiting for Susan to flare up as I knew she would, a lot of the time I was telling Ian my story.
"What are you saying Dan, how dare you, Amy's not like that," I looked at her.
"What? You don't think that Amy would cheat on you? She married me and I didn't think she would cheat on me, but I bet Alan hadn't had any from you in what 2 months? And while I think on it she was staying at your place while we sorted things out, how long did Alan have to go without when you got home? Think about it, how many times did you go and have a lie down leaving the pair of them on the sofa? Go on think back, was Alan content to wait for you to let him get back between your legs, was he straining at the leash or was he content to wait like a man getting his fill somewhere else?"
There were a lot of people listening now, this was juicy gossip about people we all knew, and it was going to spread.
Susan and the man stormed off back into the house, I told Ian that that last bit wasn't true, but it was my way of getting some payback.
He laughed and asked if maybe we should get out of there and have a drink at the pub, I agreed and we left by the side gate.
I heard over the next couple of days that it hit the fan as they say just after we left, Alan was walking on eggshells, and Amy was bunking with the only girlfriend who didn't have a boyfriend, I had to laugh.
It was a month later when I opened the door one night to find Amy standing there.
"I hear that I pop round and we reenact some of our happier times when I'm horny,"
I laughed and nodded. "So I'm told."
"Well I'm bloody horny thanks to you, so stand aside and show a girl a good time, your bed better be a good one."
This was something I was not expecting, but I hadn't had sex in a long while, and I did want most men would do, I took her to bed and reenacted some of our better times in bed, it wasn't love from either of us, she wanted to be filled by a man, she wanted to come without having to do it on her own, yes her boyfriend dropped her like a hot potato, and I was the man to do it, and I did it, twice, we sat drinking coffee's later before she went home, wherever that was.
"If I bring dinner, can we talk, before you scratch my itch again?" The tilted head, the smile and fluttering eyes told me this was a set up, but what did I have to lose?
Amy was waiting for me when I got home on Friday night, she had a bag of food, one of those bags that keep food hot, she put whatever it was in the dish in the oven and poured us a wine each.
