This story started, solely with the idea contained within the first section, Darren's torment. As I wrote, I felt I needed to tell Audrey's side but that brought focus on the cause. So that led to the third part. After that, what could happen?
This is a work of fiction so some components have been stretched to fit the story. Hopefully, nothing like these exists in the real world though I'm not so sure.
Darren Torment:
Today has been the worst day of my life. I could never thought anything like today would occur in my life, in anyone's life. From school bullies, women rejecting me, to catastrophes at work, the death of my father. They pale into insignificance in comparison with today. I have never felt like this before.
The last three months have been very difficult for two reasons apart from life's normal shit but nothing could have prepared me for today.
I'm sitting on my parents' patio, looking over the land which comes with their house and beyond. The sky, the hills and trees bathed in sunlight are a joy normally. They're very blurred. It's beautiful, peaceful and comforting to know my parents had such love for each other here. You can feel their love in every room, everything you touch.
I'm not feeling loving. My rage is to the edge of the universe and back and rebounding repeatedly. My blood pressure would test any machine's capacity. How fast can the human heart go? The tears were streaming down my face. My mind became blank apart from one word - vengeance.
Why? Let me explain.
My story goes back a few years so I'll only tell you what's relevant.
My wife Audrey and I met at one of those bring a party to a party which were always on at christmas time, almost five years ago. We were with different groups but literally banged into each other near the bar. Although she was probably at fault, I apologised as she's quite lovely and to be honest, I don't attract a lot of interest from women. I thought at least I'd get a minute or two with her.
We ended up having a few dances together, even if her feet suffered. I was surprised she seemed to like me. I chanced my arm and was astonished when she agreed to meet up with me again. Within weeks I could never remember being so happy. When I was due to meet her, my pulse would race. It became a standing joke with my friends. "Darren's got a date tonight, watch out, his smile will burn your eyes out!"
No one understood what she saw in me. I mean, I'm Mr Average, 5'10", slim, brown hair, brown eyes, six and a half inch penis though fairly thick. I keep myself in good shape. I didn't want her to feel stared at for having someone on her arm who shouldn't be there.
Audrey is 5'6", slim, blond hair which at that time was shoulder length. She grew it even longer for me. She has green eyes, an expressive mouth and a good, not great body, 34B breasts with nipples which grow as she becomes aroused. I always knew when she was being turned on. A flat stomach leading to a hot pussy which varies between being bare or trimmed. She's a natural blond. Her bum was just a handy size.
If I'm being honest, she could do with doing more work on her kegel muscles but that's a new thing.
I took it slow, I didn't want to make her think I only wanted sex with her. It was after three months of dating we finally made love. I'd never experienced anything like it. She was so involved, so enthusiastic. She brought me back to life twice after my first almighty ejaculation. I swear her pussy extracted every sperm cell in my body that night. My flatmate wasn't pleased, he didn't get much sleep that night. Student digs didn't have much soundproofing!
It was almost two years from our first meeting, we were married. It was an autumnal scene which Audrey had always wanted. I had graduated the year we met and found a job in an office about an hour away from my home village so we moved to the big city, okay 40000 people. I'm a civil engineer who works on construction projects. I can be hands on but mostly help design and troubleshoot.
We were happy in our own rented flat. We had sex in every room. We had sex outdoors. She was adventurous and imaginative. Until recently we still had sex three or four times a week, mind blowing sex once or twice a week. Audrey had told me her aunt, Sharon, a counsellor had guided her and helped her as she wanted to please me. She told me I was only the second person to make love to her and by far the best.
We didn't only have sex in common. We shared a love of walking, films, books, humour and St Johnstone. We went to quite a few games when we could.
Audrey found employment at a business consultancy firm which advised customers on improvements, hardware, software, market trends and so on. She was an admin assistant. She was happy, it was a good crowd and she would often share the gossip. We shared so many laughs when we spoke after work. She knew I wouldn't reveal anything I shouldn't if she said too much. We didn't have secrets.
We supported each other as we strove to get ahead to give us space and the finance to have children. I did attend a few of her company parties but everything was good, the people were friendly.
Audrey's English language skills far outweighed my own. If I had an important paper to write, I'd ask her to proofread it. She always managed to make it far better. A different word, a phrase, punctuation. Her biggest gripe with me was putting the cart after the horse in my sentences. Her grandmother had been a secretary in the day of mechanical typewriters. She'd shown her how to type, two spaces between sentences, spacing for paragraphs, etc. It did make so much more difference when you saw her finished product.
She volunteered at a local adult learning centre helping people to read and write. So many had been dismissed at school as stupid yet were found to be dyslectic or almost blind later in life. The nights she came home when someone had achieved their goal was some of the most intense sex we had. She was so high.
We had a good circle of friends and an active social life. We took dance lessons as while she was graceful, I have no sense of rhythm. It did help. At least her feet felt safer! On occasion Audrey would wear a dress which was a bit more revealing to tease me. Some may have inadvertently seen her lacy bra.
Audrey had the knack of making you feel you were the only one there when she spoke with you. She was our group's agony aunt. Maybe Sharon had shaped those skills as well.
While I'm sociable, Audrey was the main draw. I can tell a joke, mimic people but don't ask me to sing. I was dependable. I would help whenever anyone needed help. I had grown up in an area where you had no option but to fight when all else failed. There were certain things, you couldn't back down from. You faced your challenges.
Every day I thought our love deepened.
The first inclination something was wrong, seriously wrong, came three months ago. We were at her company's summer picnic when one man came over and asked if she had spoken with me yet. The smirk on his face had me immediately on alert. I felt the need to send him to sleep permanently but just restrained myself. My face must have told him, she hadn't and that I already had suspicions about him. I never play poker (well we played strip poker but we both won).
Audrey smiled, "Darren, this is John Mitchell. He's a new consultant and he's asked me to be his PA."
Her tone of voice was off if you know what I mean. I had noticed that a few days before. I knew I wasn't getting the whole story.
