Three warnings before you read this story.
1. It is a sequel to The Bet and the Gang Bang and will make more sense if you read that story first.
2. It is a long story and doesn't contain all that much sex. So if you want a quick fix of erotic input this isn't for you.
3. This story delves into some, dark twisted material and if you find this sort of stuff about unfaithful husbands and wives offensive then please don't read it and don't leave angry, anonymous comments. You have been warned.
If this doesn't put you off... brave reader... press on.
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Tuesday. Two days after Pete's party the flowers arrived... a superb bunch of fresh blooms including lots of yellow roses. With the flowers was a note from Don.
"Dear Heather - Saturday night was amazing for me but I guess it was pretty hard on you when it got out of control. I hope you're OK. I'd like to see you again soon to make sure you're alright. Yours Don."
Heather loved the flowers and thought the note was sweet and caring. I had my suspicions. I'd always considered Don an arrogant, womanizing bastard and I don't believe that predatory leopards like Don can change their spots. He had helped out at the party and I was grateful for that but I had some questions. How had he known where to send the flowers and that yellow roses were Heather's favorite?
My surname is unusual. In fact we're the only entry in the phone book with that spelling, so if Don had been told my surname, finding the address would have been easy. Also finding Heather on Facebook wouldn't have been hard and I'm sure she mentions yellow roses on her page... along with a picture. So sourcing this information didn't require much detective work, but he had made the effort and had paid for an expensive bouquet to be delivered to our door. The guy was obviously more than a little interested in my wife.
Heather was OK... a little sore in the pussy region but that was all better in a couple of days. There appeared to be no negative effects, emotional or physical and Heather couldn't be pregnant. Heather's ovaries can't produce mature eggs meaning she will never conceive, which is a tragedy considering how much she loves kids... but her job in a preschool center means she gets to mother lots of little ones and she dotes on her sister's kids.
Wednesday a card arrived from Don. It was a classy black card with a single yellow rose and the following message. "Still worried about you. Text me and let me know how you're getting on." Which was followed by Don's number.
When Heather showed me the card she was clearly touched. "That's so sweet of him. How many guys would do that for someone they hardly know?"
I didn't point out that for almost all the short time they'd spent together he'd been inside her... getting to know her in the biblical sense.
"So what are you going to do about his request?"
"Oh... I already texted him to let him know I'm OK. And to thank him for the lovely flowers."
Shit! Now he had her number as well as her address.
"Do you think that was wise... giving him your number?
Heather looked puzzled. "Yes... of course. I mean it's not like he's a stranger or anything. He's a friend of yours isn't he?"
"More a friend of a friend" I muttered, thinking how much I disliked the guy.
"Anyway, he's already called back. He invited me out for coffee after work tomorrow."
Damn this guy was moving fast. "And you said yes?"
"Yes I did. It's just a cup of coffee. You don't mind do you?"
I shook my head. I did mind. It's never just a cup of coffee. My darling wife is an intelligent lady but she is inexperienced when it comes to men... naive... and there was another factor here.
Heather had already had sex with Don, great sex. She found him very attractive. What girl wouldn't? He was tall and handsome with the body of an athlete and the smile of a Bollywood star. As if that wasn't enough the guy was wealthy, owning several businesses, confident and even, I have to admit, charming when he wanted to be. It's no wonder he had a reputation for being the most effective predator in Pete's group of friends, the total alpha male. And now this champion spadesman (to use Aussie Pete's expression) had his sights set on my defenseless little Heather.
Right now you're probably thinking that I'm a complete idiot. I should have told Heather honestly how I felt and put a halt to the whole thing right there. But you see, I'm not just an idiot, I'm one of those sick, twisted idiots who finds the fantasy and the reality of his wife having sex with other men, almost unbearably exciting. I love Heather with all my heart. Sex with her is great but still doesn't satisfy that deep, powerful, probably masochistic kink in my personality.
This particular perversion has various names - paraphilia, mixoscopia, troilism and sperm competition syndrome and you'll find isn't as uncommon as you might imagine. If you don't suffer from it you'll never understand it but if you share this dark inclination then you'll know why a dark part of me wanted this situation to go further.
So while my stomach and brain were both churning I said no more... letting Heather assume I was Ok with her coffee date.
Thursday. I spoke to Pete at work the next day and he confirmed my suspicions. Don had asked him about Heather and Pete had told him what he knew, including Heather's surname. Don had seemed genuinely concerned about Heather and Pete hadn't seen any harm in telling him.
"The Don's strictly a one night stand sort of bloke. He had your little wifey at my place... several times so now he'll be looking for some new sheila to shag."
I told Pete about the flowers and the card. He gave a surprised whistle .
"Well that's a turn up for the books. Not like the Donster at all. I reckon he must have taken a real shine to your little Heather. Can't say I blame him. She's one sweet root if you don't mind me saying so. I'd fuck her again any time but I'm not about to start buying flowers and going all mushy on it. He must have it bad. You better keep a good eye on things mate." Pete (who was definitely the rough diamond type... well rough at least) shook his head. "Don sending flowers. Never would have picked it."
When I got home after work that day the house was empty. My heart sank... but before I could even get a beer out of the fridge I heard Heather's car pull up and my wife came rushing in, breathless, beaming and carrying pizza. She apologized for being late and explained that after her preschool group was over Don had picked her up (in his Jaguar) and because it was such a beautiful day had taken her to the park, where they walked, talked and enjoyed a gelato. By the time they'd drunk a coffee and walked back to Don's Jag it was getting late and she still to be dropped back at her car and drive home.
"So you enjoyed your date?"
