I met up with Marcus and we spent nearly two hours going in and out of shops. We ended up in the park, with a cream cake and a coffee. We talked about Jeff and me getting divorced, and his mother's reaction to our marriage. Marcus told me things that his mother had told him. To be honest I was quite shocked that she would tell her son intimate details about her sex life. But Marcus reckoned he pieced most of it together himself. He told me of the men she would bring home, and thinking their son was asleep, she would take the men to bed. Marcus said that he had heard his mother and her lover moaning and laughing at Jeff. It appeared Jeff was in the bedroom with them more often than not!
"Is that why you hate him so much?" I asked sympathetically.
"I suppose, but the time I heard her with one of dad's friends. She was crying, and he just waited outside the door playing with his. They had a blazing row and that's when she threw him out."
"But I don't understand why she still wants him back?"
Marcus chuckled.
"Because she can still control him, she wants nothing more than to split you two up. Then when she found out about the divorce she loved it."
"But that still doesn't make any sense. Why does she want him back?"
"I think she feeds off of him, because she needs the fire and the spark. She also knows she was financially secure with him. I've heard her on the phone talking down to him, just a few weeks ago."
He stopped speaking and looked at me.
"I know about the phone calls," I said, with a gulp.
"God you know I really want him to just piss off and leave her alone."
I watched Marcus throw a stone into the lake. He tossed it with some force.
"Has he ever asked you to sleep around?"
I couldn't answer him. But I'm sure my blushing cheeks said enough.
"I thought so, that's why I rubbed the cream in your back, to see what he would do. Did he say anything when I left?"
Another stone hit the water. I watched the ripples race out from the centre.
"No. What about the night it rained, and he was outside?"
He nodded, and then gave a knowing chuckle.
"He'll go back to mum you know. He always does."
I made Marcus tell me of the two women he had left her for. One was just for a couple of weeks, the other nearly two months. He could see how shocked I was, this was all news to me. I now definitely didn't have a clue about the man I had married!
We walked along the small lake in silence for awhile. The next stone had a group of ducks flapping and taking cover.
"I'm taking Marcus and his friends out tonight for a drink."
Jeff looked at me in bewilderment. I didn't react. I just felt contempt for the man I had married now. What other little revelations was he keeping from me?
It was quiet strange getting ready for my night out. I slipped on my new red bra and panties set. Honey coloured tights, and a black tight dress that went to mid-thigh, and showed a little cleavage. I wore new black boots that came to my knee, and had a 4 inch heel. I had put on more make-up than usual, and plenty of perfume. I wasn't trying to attract attention, but I had a feeling Jeff would like my outfit. I largely ignored Jeff as I waited for Marcus to come downstairs. I was well aware that Jeff was looking me over. I sat on the couch with my legs crossed. My dress had slipped up my thigh as I flicked through a magazine.
"Are those boots new?"
"Yes," I replied idly, still looking at the magazine.
"And that dress?" he mumbled.
"New too," I said, with an uninterested sigh.
He shuffled around in his wheelchair.
"Marcus bought me these earrings and the necklace too."
I could hear the cogs in his brain grinding.
"Did he?"
"Yeah," I said, ignoring his gulp.
I uncrossed my legs, and then crossed them the other way. I could sense my husband's eyes watching every slow deliberate movement that I made.
"Are you going to put me to bed soon?"
I knew the sound in his voice. Although he tried to hide it, I knew he was aroused. I toyed with my necklace. Jeff could see my pink painted fingernails dragging across the chain. I just rubbed back and forth; my nail was making a clinking sound, as it slipped over the tiny chain links.
"No Marcus will," I said vacantly, answering his question.
I could feel his eyes on my legs again. I could see them roll up and down when I glanced at the telly screen. I wondered what was going through his mind, as he would slowly take in the contrast of colours, black dress to tan tights to black boots, black boots to tan tights to black dress, over and over again.
"You don't mind if his army pals come back again do you?" I continued, in the casual tone.
"No, it is your house," he replied.
I could hear a slight change in his breathing.
"Yes it is," I said, with a grin.
He shuffled in his chair. I'm sure my attitude was turning him on.
"I won't get as drunk this time, I mean I wasn't a very good hostess last time was I?"
"H, how many are there going to be?" he asked, a little breathless.
"Oh just the same four guys I think, maybe more," I said, with another indifferent sigh.
"I'll be in my room when Marcus comes down."
"OK," I said brightly, not looking up from the magazine.
He wheeled himself away. His face was red and I knew under the blanket he was hard. I just hoped he could loose his erection before Marcus put him to bed. I went to the loo and wiped my pussy she was soaking wet! God how the hell just sitting around teasing Jeff got me so excited was quite a surprise. I was just supposed to tease him, and make him squirm. But I was teasing myself too!
Marcus put Jeff to bed and I gave him a number to ring for a taxi. Just time for one more little teasing display for my husband.
"Have you got everything you need?"
"Yes," he mumbled, looking up from the bed.
I bent over to pick up his trousers. I knew he could see most of the way up the back of my skirt. I bent over the bed and tucked him in which was quite unnecessary. My necklace swung and sparkled, and I gave him plenty of time to look at my cleavage.
"Have a nice time," he said, with a slight pant.
I grinned.
"I'm sure I will. Oh could you look after this for me?"
His mouth dropped open as I slipped my wedding ring off, and put it on the bedside cabinet.
"I mean we are getting a divorce so I suppose I shouldn't wear it anymore. Should I?"
My tone demanded an answer.
"No, they might realise you are, free," he gulped, and licked his lips.
I lent forward and stared into his eyes from no more than 6 inches away.
"Jeff they already know I'm free," I purred.
I felt his hand slip up under my skirt. I didn't move I just narrowed my eyes.
"Get your hand out, now Jeff!" I spat.
I pulled his hand away from my thigh.
"I thought you might be wearing stockings," he panted.
I opened my mouth to yell at him, but I quickly stopped changing my mind. I put his hand on his hard cock.
"I would have done, but I'm not wearing panties!" I hissed.
I walked to the door and looked back at him.
"Have a nice night," I whispered, and then gave him a mocking grin.
After a few hours we moved onto the last pub. Marcus was making rather a fool of himself. He had latched onto two girls I knew vaguely from school, Jenny and Julie. I didn't really like them that much, they were a few years younger than me, and they were both all over Marcus! I seemed to be left with Gerry most of the time and we danced together. But the way Julie was rubbing up against Marcus was annoying me. I had warned him off of the pair of them, but they seemed to be trying to out do each other for Marcus's attention. Gerry was getting more adventurous with me, and at one point he started kissing me. For a brief period Marcus and I were alone together.
"Mandy go careful with Gerry he's all over you," Marcus snapped.
"Well what about you and those two tarts? I told you what they were like and you can't keep your hands off them," I spat back.
He looked angrily at me.
"Yeah so what it's you that everyone is watching. You let him put his hand up your dress, you're the tart!"
"Oh so that gives you the right to paw both of them does it? You've drunk too much, it's time we went home," I growled.
He got up sharply and the chair shot back behind him. I jumped up too so I maintained eye contact.
"You're not my bloody mother so lay off. Besides, Gerry has asked me if I mind if he takes you home. I told him you were probably gagging for it; you are all over him like some cheap slut!"
His words were really vicious, and deep down they hurt me. I took a deep breath about to have a go back when Jenny and Julie appeared.
"Come on lets go back to Julie's her mum and stepfather are away."
"He's not going," I hissed, still glaring at Marcus.
"Oh is little Miss Goody getting upset," Julie said, with a chuckle.
