Author's note: This is a true story -- well, I think it's true. I heard the basic facts on a radio phone in. I have just created the characters and their day to day lives. The plot, including the end, is as the anonymous caller told it, so thanks to Galaxy FM and their listener -- whoever she is!
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It started off like any other weekend. But when it was over, everything had changed. For Kathy, the future that had seemed so clear, so optimistic, so perfect on Friday night was a complete train wreck by Sunday evening.
It was almost five years ago, when their marriage was only a few weeks old, that Kathy and James had agreed that Friday night would always be their night. Their night to just ... be together. They had agreed in those early days that for as long as they were married, they would make every effort to spend Friday night alone with each other. And that weekend the Friday was typical of the pattern that had emerged over the years. In fact, it turned out to be a special Friday for them.
They had got in from work at pretty much the same time, and got out of their work clothes into their "slobbing around the house" gear. James had opened a bottle of red and poured two large glasses while Kathy had started to prepare dinner. Whilst they each talked about their day at work, they busied themselves chopping, cutting and cooking. Then at the moment their plates were on the table and the wine glasses refilled, by mutual, habitual consent, discussion about their nine to five lives stopped. They ceased to be James Bowman, Technical Support manager, and Kathy Simpson (maiden name), HR Recruitment Specialist, and became James and Kathy -- husband and wife, best friends, soul mates ... lovers.
An hour later they were cuddled up on the sofa and well into their second bottle of wine. The TV was on but neither of them was watching it. Their conversation was the focus of their attention. James squeezed Kathy's shoulder, and brushed a lock of her shoulder length blonde hair from her cheek:
"So you're absolutely sure about this?"
Kathy made a long slow nod, then turned her head up to look into James's eyes and confirmed it with a very definite "Yes".
"Okay, so after your next period you'll stop taking the pill?"
"Yep! I'm sure. Are you?"
James's reply was to turn around slightly so he faced her. Kathy could feel her head resting against the toned muscles of his biceps. He gently stroked her cheek -- it never ceased to amaze her that someone so strong was also so gentle. James stared into the lagoon blue eyes and then kissed her. It was a long, soft, tender kiss. Then he moved away from her and smiled:
"Come on, let's go and practice baby making, so we can be sure we'll get it right next month."
One of James and Kathy's other habits that had emerged over the years was that Friday night was "making love night". No matter how tired, or how pissed off with each other they were, they had agreed they would always make love. Friday nights were for closeness and tenderness. Saturday mornings on the other hand weren't for making love. Saturday mornings were for fucking!
It was well, past mid morning the next day when James joined his wife downstairs. She was wearing one of his T shirts
(why do women look so sexy in men's T shirts?).
He came up behind her, hugged round her slender waist and pulled her into him. He took a deep breath and absorbed the mixture of her gorgeous aroma with the after smell of the vigorous sex they had just shared. He started to lift the T shirt and Kathy giggled:
"God, haven't you had enough?"
She pulled the shirt down and turned round in his arms:
"... and besides, after all that exercise you need a shower."
"Now that is a good idea." And with that he easily scooped her up into his arms and carried her giggling up the stairs.
An hour later she was drying her hair while James, a damp towel round his waist, lay on the bed watching her. She turned from the mirror and smiled:
"I'd forgotten how much fun shower sex is."
James grinned back:
"Yeah! I think I could get to like this practice lark!"
"Well, I'm sure you won't want to do it when I'm the size of a small whale and expecting twins or something!"
His response was to climb off the bed and hold her again:
"I can't think of any time when I won't want to do it with you."
"We'll see...anyway, what are you going to do when I'm off shopping?"
"Just a few odd jobs. I need to fix the garage light and I've got to find some stuff for Gerry, from a course I did. I think it's in the loft somewhere."
Kathy turned off the hairdryer:
"Wow, fix light -- five minutes. Find notes in loft -- ten minutes. Watch Chelsea v United game -- ninety minutes. Life's tough!"
"Oh?" said James in mock surprise, "is there a football game on TV?"
Kathy shook her head and went back to making herself gorgeous for the love of her life.
An hour and a half later she was wandering round the town, looking at the mums with pushchairs, imagining herself with her and James's child. She pictured James and smiled -- fiddling with the garage light that had never worked. Climbing the ladder into the loft. Looking in the lo ...
Oh My God!
You idiot, you absolute fucking idiot.
Katy spun on her heels dashing to the car park. With any luck she'd find him in the chair with a beer watching footie.
Please let him be watching the football
. She jumped in the car, frantically pulling on her seatbelt as she made for the exit.
Don't be in the loft. Please don't be in the loft.
She couldn't believe how slow people were getting out of the car park. She willed the traffic to go faster. She drove so you could just about get a razor blade between her car and the bumper of the car in front, wanting to give it a helpful push.
Why didn't you destroy them? You idiot!
At last she pulled up outside the house. She glanced in the window,
Oh thank God!
There he was, sitting in the chair watching the TV.
Her hands were shaking as she took out her key. She opened the front door, took a deep breath and steadied herself. She walked into the living room as casually as she could with a cheery:
"Hi, I knew I'd find you here watching foo ...Oh fuck!"
Kathy stared at the TV screen. She knew the scene well, though it had been ... what? Eight? Ten years since she'd seen it? And about twelve years since it had been made.
"Yeah, fuck's about right!"
James couldn't look at her. He just dropped the VHS tape case on the floor and headed for the door.
"James! James ...I can explain ..." She reached out for him but he just shrugged her off and walked past her, not meeting her eyes.
With tears blurring her vision she looked down at the tape box, and saw he'd also found the two others. She knew the titles without reading them: "Gangbang Girls #3", "Lesbian Lickers" and the piece de resistance, "Three Holes in One". Although much younger, there was no mistaking whose pictures were on the front. The blonde was her, and the brunette with the big boobs was her best friend Natalie.
Oh Christ! What a bloody mess.
