The School Reunion

The School Reunion (c) Paul Garland http://www.allmylinks.com/eroticapaul Chapter 3 Again, in the morning, things felt relatively normal. During the morning though, Claire took her phone into the bathroom with her and was careful not to leave it lying around, which was unusual, but of course I knew why. I always go to see my mother on Sundays, sometimes with Claire and sometimes without and today was a ‘just me’ day. I left Claire sitting in the back garden enjoying the warm sun while I headed out but as soon as I got in the car, I called Steph to see when we could chat. “I’m free now, if you want to stop by?” she offered and I said yes. She gave me her address and it turned out that her house wasn’t too far out of the way, so just a few minutes later, I pulled up outside and she was there to meet me at the door with a coffee and a warm smile. “How are you?” I said as I looked around the nicely presented hallway and living room. “I’m good, thanks. But how are you?” She was wearing a plain white t-shirt which fitted well, showing her shape off to perfection. Steph was slimmer than Claire and her breasts were nowhere near as big, maybe a B cup, or C at the most, but what curves she did have were all in the right places. Without her makeup she wasn’t quite as striking as I’d first thought, but her fresh face was pretty enough. Back in the day, I wouldn’t have said no, and for a moment, I half-regretted not taking her up on the offer of revenge sex the other night. “I’m doing okay, I think,” I replied honestly. “A bit mixed up but trying to figure things out.” “I’m guessing that you want to know what she told me yesterday?” Steph sat opposite me, crossing one leg over the other. She was wearing tight blue jeans, which were drawn taut by the movement, drawing my eye to her shapely legs. “If you don’t mind? You did promise.” I took a deep breath. “Did she mention that she’s seeing him tomorrow?” “Aaron?” Steph blinked in surprise. “No. But let me tell you what she did say. Are you sure you want to know? This might be a bit…not nice to hear.” I’d prepared myself for ‘not nice to hear.’ I was fully expecting it. “I want to know everything,” I said as positively as I could. “No matter what it is.” Steph fidgeted again, her discomfort obviously not just coming from the skin tight denim. “We talked about normal stuff at first, like girls do. She was telling me all about you, and how great you are and how much she loves you. Showing off, basically. Then of course, the subject shifted to the other night.” “She said that about me?” “Yes. She adores you, Paul. No matter what I’m about to tell you, you have to believe that.” “Well, go ahead and spit it out. I have to go over to my mum’s soon.” I wasn’t in a rush to go to my mother’s really. I just wanted to hear it. Like pulling off a plaster strip in one quick movement. It was better to get it over and done with quickly, if it was going to hurt. “Claire likes big dicks, Paul. She likes big men. She likes it rough. Dirty. She always did. She said that the other night with Aaron only happened because she’s been feeling this way for a while. She said he offered her a quickie outside, for old times’ sake, and because she was drunk, all the frustration in her all came out and she found herself saying yes.” I was stunned. She likes big dicks? Rough sex? Since when? “H-hold on,” I managed to stammer. “So, she thinks my dick is small?” “She says you’re maybe a little smaller than average,” Steph was trying not to grin. I could see the corners of her mouth twitch upwards for a second and I had a fleeting impulse to shout at her, or wipe the smile off her face with a slap, but I’d never hit a woman, no matter what. “Claire was really nice about you, Paul. She said that she fell so deeply in love with you, that she was too ashamed to ever tell you about ‘her mistakes,’ as she calls them. She made me promise to never tell you because she doesn’t want to lose you.” “But she wants him,” I said glumly. What Steph was saying did nothing to make me feel better. I suddenly felt terribly inadequate. I’d prepared myself for hearing bad news, but not this. “She doesn’t want a relationship with him,” Steph explained. I could tell she was trying to be tactful, but also honest as I’d requested. “Claire said that she didn’t care that you weren’t dirty in bed at first. She loved you and loved being with you and enjoyed sex with you. She says she still does, but for the past few years she’s yearned for something more. She said she didn’t know what it was, but something was missing from your sex life and when Aaron offered her some fun, a chance to do something bad, to rebel, she took it.” “Does she regret it?” I knew the answer before I asked. She wouldn’t be seeing him again tomorrow, if she did. “No. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but she said she enjoyed it. We talked about it and I said that she was risking her relationship with you if she went down this path again, and she said that she knew, but that it was worth it. She said she just needs some good sex. She’d realised what she’s been missing out on all these years. She didn’t actually tell me she was planning to see him again, but she told me that she wouldn’t rule it out if the opportunity arose again. I think that she believes that this will improve your relationship by making her happier and more fulfilled. She doesn’t want to ruin it.” “So my cock isn’t big enough. And I’m not rough enough or good enough in bed. That’s basically what you’re saying?” I couldn’t believe what was coming out of my mouth. I was almost shouting in anger. “But she loves me and doesn’t want to lose me, so she thinks it’s fine to go out and fuck other guys to save our relationship. Really? Seriously?” Steph’s eyes were wide, and she was visibly pulling back from me. I realised that I was standing. She didn’t say anything. She looked frightened and I apologised, sitting back down in a shaking heap on the settee. “You asked me to find out and then tell you the truth. I’m sorry.” Steph spread her hands. “This isn’t my fault. I’m just doing what you asked. And it’s not all bad. She does love you and-” “I’ve heard enough, Steph.” With that, I got up and stormed out, sitting in the car for ten minutes until my hands stopped shaking and my heart slowed down. Then, I put on my poker face once more and went to somehow have dinner with my mother. My mum did manage to take my mind off things for a while, reminiscing about my dad and then talking about the various scandals that were happening on the council estate where she lived. It was nice to forget about my troubles for a while, but as soon as I got back in the car to go home, my phone bleeped as though it knew I’d just stepped back into the real world again. It was Steph. I realised that I’d had no signal while in my mother’s, so the message had been sent earlier but I’d only just received it now. ‘Paul, I hope you don’t do anything crazy. Just let Claire get him out of her system tomorrow and see what happens after that. This is just something she needs to do, I think. She loves you and will see sense eventually. I wish you hadn’t walked out like that. Let me know you’re okay.’ I sent a short message to say that I’d only just got her message and apologised for leaving so abruptly. I said that I wasn’t going to do anything rash but I was upset. I wasn’t going to lie. Her reply followed almost immediately. ‘Good. You know where I am if you need anyone to talk to. Either of you.’ I’d made up my mind what I was going to do. From what Steph had said, there hadn’t been anyone before Aaron. That was the first time she’d cheated on me. There might not be any other skeletons in Claire’s closet like I feared. I just needed to deal with Aaron and Claire, and then hopefully the way forward would be a bit clearer. And I could only think of one way to do it. Claire made light conversation when I got back, asking questions about how my mother was and I filled the evening by mostly repeating the conversations I’d had with her. With that, and then some catching up on our favourite TV series after Sunday supper, the night passed without incident. We didn’t have sex, but she did cuddle and kiss me in bed before we went to sleep. I managed to be affectionate and loving back. I didn’t find it hard, it came naturally because despite everything, I loved this woman of mine more than anything else in the world. The following morning was the big day. Not just any Monday, no today was the Monday that I was going to confront my cheating wife. I called in sick to my boss while Claire was in the shower, then continued getting ready as though I was going to work like normal. I left after giving her a kiss, just like I always did, but only drove as far as the local McDonalds, where I ordered a coffee and sat down to wait until the time they’d agreed to meet. 9.00am, she’d said in the messages. To give Paul enough time to get to work safely, she’d said, and to give them both plenty of time to enjoy each other before Aaron had to leave, at lunch. And he’d agreed. I would have had some breakfast, but my stomach, which had been full of the worst sort of butterflies when I first woke up, had now tightened into a curled up, clenched ball. For a little while, I wondered whether or not I could really do this. But I knew I had to even though Steph’s words echoed in my mind. Let her get him out of her system. Don’t do anything stupid. How long did I give them? I waited until 9.30am, downing three coffees in that time, which probably just made my nerves worse but I couldn’t sit there doing nothing. 9.30am. They’d have been in there for half an hour by now. Was that enough time for them to have gone upstairs? To get naked. To start fucking in our bed. Our marital bed. I drove home slowly, being careful to park a few houses down, then I took the path around the rear, and came in through the back door. As quietly as I could, being careful to peek through the windows first to make sure they weren’t downstairs, I walked in and closed and relocked the door gently behind me, then walked through to the bottom of the stairs. I could hear them. Or Claire, at least. She was moaning quietly. Repetitively. They were fucking. Anger boiled through me. As well as lust again. That pesky, stupid emotion didn’t belong here. Why was I turned on? My stupid head. As I crept upstairs, I imagined what I was going to see. Them both naked. Sweaty. Fucking like animals in bed. Our bed. Bastard. Slut. As I reached the bedroom door, I could still hear Claire. Could I do this? Yes, I had to. I pushed the door open and walked in. I expected them to be naked, probably in the missionary position, but there was only Claire there. And she was fully dressed, sitting on a chair by the window. “Hello,” I sputtered, after a second, utterly confused. “I fucking knew it,” said Claire, glaring at me. “You didn’t even go to work.” What was going on? “Where is he?” I asked. Was he hiding in a wardrobe? He couldn’t have moved that quickly. “Aaron? You tried to catch me out?” Claire hissed at me. “You sneaky fucker.” “Me? Sneaky?” I laughed out loud. “I’m not the one cheating.” Claire’s eyes widened slightly. “You looked at my phone, didn’t you? I noticed the other day that it had been moved and you looked guilty. How long have you been spying on me?” “Maybe I shouldn’t need to spy on you? If you weren’t fucking around, I wouldn’t have to!” I half-shouted. “What’s going on and where’s Aaron?” “Oh, he’s not here. I set it all up. It was all fake. I got him to send me those fake messages as a test, then I left the phone downstairs deliberately while I went upstairs.” She smiled smugly. “Just to see if you were spying on me. When I came downstairs, the phone had moved again, so I felt pretty sure you’d seen them. Then I waited for you to say something and when you didn’t, I kind of had a feeling that you’d do this. So I waited for you. And you didn’t let me down, you distrustful shit.” It was beginning to make sense now. Sort of. “So… let me get this right. You’re not cheating on me with Aaron?” I asked. “There’s nothing going on? You got him to send you those messages but really he was never coming over here today?” I could still hear the moaning sounds and realised they were coming from porn playing on Claire’s phone. Meant to fool me into barging in like I had. She tapped the screen to stop it. “Of course there’s nothing going on. He was never going to come over here,” she said sharply. “I got in touch with him and asked him to send me those messages, just to see if you would fall for it.” “Claire, have you ever cheated on me? Ever? Before we got married even.” I sat down on the bed, realising how much I was shaking from all the unspent anger. Claire had realised that I’d seen the messages between her and Aaron and had tried to come up with a good plan, except for one major problem. “No,” she said calmly, appearing to settle down a little. “I flirted a bit with Aaron and his friends the other night, but I didn’t do anything. I’ve always been faithful to you.” She didn’t know that I’d actually seen her doing it the other night. She didn’t know about Steph telling me everything. This was well-planned. Oh, she was good. I had to give her that. But not good enough. I took a deep breath. This might not have quite gone to plan the way I’d envisioned it, but I was going to do this. I had to. “Claire, I saw you the other night. I know the truth about you and Aaron.” Her composure slipped a little. Her face tightened as I continued. “About you and Aaron, and Tom… and Nick… and the teacher catching you.” Her mouth dropped open but she didn’t say anything for a moment. She stared at me, not blinking for a while, then shook her head. “What do you mean, you saw me?” “I was outside the venue when Mark told me that someone was having sex around the back. He was drunk. He didn’t even know it was you.” I didn’t want to drop Steph in it, nor did I really want to unnecessarily get Mark in trouble either, as much as I didn’t care for him. “Out of curiosity I walked through to have a look who it was.” Claire’s eyes weren’t staring at me any more. She was staring down at her feet. “What did you see, exactly?” “You,” I said bluntly. “Tits out, bent over, with Aaron. Do I need to spell it out? Are you telling me that you were that drunk that you can’t remember?” “Who told you about the thing with Tom and Nick and him?” she said so quietly that I could hardly hear her. “I overheard Tom telling his friend about you. They were standing right next to me at the bar. I heard the whole story.” I sighed ruefully. “I didn’t believe them, until later when I saw you with Aaron.” “I’m… so… sorry,” Claire said simply, then burst into tears, slumping forward and putting her head into her hands. I sat there in silence, wanting desperately to go over to her, to wrap my arms around her and tell her everything was okay, but I couldn’t. She’d lied to me. And tried to trick her way out of the situation today. Why did she deserve my comfort? “Do you want to tell me the truth?” I asked her gently. “I’m offering you a chance to explain yourself.” She sobbed for a little while longer, then lifted her face to look at me. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were streaked with mascara. “I don’t even know where to start,” she whimpered. “Was the plan for Aaron to come over today, or not?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied miserably. “I cancelled him when I realised you’d possibly seen the messages. Then I tried to make it out like…” she tailed off, bursting into tears all over again. “Like it was all staged, a trap,” I finished it off for her. “You tried to make me feel like I was just being paranoid.” It was hard to contain my anger, but seeing the woman I love so upset stopped me from being anything other than sympathetic. “Tell me the truth. I know you fucked him the other night. Who else have you done this with while we’ve been married? Aaron can’t be the first one.” Claire broke off the sobs abruptly. Anger blossomed in her eyes and her voice. “No one!” she snapped. “I was drunk and horny and he wouldn’t leave me alone and well, it just happened and I’m sorry. But I swear, that’s the first time.” “Really?” She was corroborating what Steph had already said, but who knew if she was telling the truth about other guys? Would she admit to doing more, even to her friend? “Really. I’ll swear on whatever you want. I’ll be honest, if you want?” Claire swallowed before carrying on. “I’ve been tempted. I’ve had lots of opportunities. If I wanted to sleep around, I could have, but I always resisted in the past. But this one time-” “You resisted?” I interrupted her, emphasizing the word. “That makes it sound like you did want to, not like you didn’t. Aren’t you happy with our sex life?” I wanted her to tell me what she’d told Steph. In a way, of course I didn’t, but I needed to hear the truth. I, well, I…” she rubbed at her damp cheeks, mouth opening and closing, but she didn’t say anything further. I guess that confirmed it. My stomach tightened. “Just be honest. I think you love me, Claire. I love you too. If we have problems, we need to sort them out. Fucking your old boyfriend isn’t going to fix anything, is it?” “The other night when we had sex, me and you,” she managed to find her voice again, “You shoved me on the bed. You pulled my dress down, almost tore my panties off and then you were really rough with me.” “Yes?” “That’s how I like it,” she said. “That’s how I’ve always liked it. In fact, I like it rougher. I like it really hard.” “Like how Aaron fucked you?” I let anger get the better of me. I felt my fists clench involuntarily? “Did he fuck you really hard, Claire? Did he treat you like a slut? Is that really what you want? To be used like some cheap whore?” She just looked at me, shocked at the sudden anger in my voice, then shrugged weakly. “Yes, if I’m honest. Yes. You don’t do it hard or rough enough. I like sex with you. Please don’t think I don’t, but I just want it hard sometimes. I want proper rough dirty sex. I want fucking. I don’t want to make love all the time. When I was young, I was really uninhibited for a while. When I first discovered sex, with Aaron, I just wanted it all the time. I let him, Tom and Nick do whatever they want, and do you know what? I don’t regret a moment. I did for a while. I was ashamed of how I’d been so promiscuous. When I met you, I wanted to erase it all. I wanted to pretend that I was innocent again. I was so in love with you, I just wanted you to love me for the innocent young thing that you thought I was.” “I’d have loved you no matter what,” I stopped her. “You could have told me that you’d slept with the entire football team and I’d have still loved you.” “I don’t believe that,” she said. “I was used goods. I had a reputation. Men don’t like girls like that. Like now. Now that I’ve slept with someone else, I bet you hate me, don’t you? Now you know about this side of me, I bet you don’t want me anymore.” “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “I don’t hate you, I know that. And I don’t not want you because you’ve got this sexual side to you, or because you slept with Aaron. What hurts me is the fact that you lied to me. Over and over again. All these years. So many lies.” Claire didn’t have an answer for that. “I can tell how angry you are,” she said. I noticed that her hands were shaking. “Do you want us to split up? Are you leaving me?” “I love you,” I said. “I don’t want to lose you. But this... “ I didn’t know what else to say. “I won’t do it again,” Claire looked the very image of sorrow. “I promise.” “And then what?” I said, “We go on like we were? With me distrusting you and you unsatisfied in bed? Wanting more? Wanting someone with a bigger cock than me and wishing for dirtier sex that I can give you?” She looked aghast. “Who says I want a bigger cock? You’re reading things into it now that I haven’t even said.” “So you don’t like bigger ones? You don’t think I’m small?” Again, my anger bested me and I stood up, pulling my jeans and shorts down. I had an erection for some bizarre reason. I was about five inches long on a good day. I knew that I wasn’t big, and I knew I was a little on the thin side compared to some, but I’d seen smaller and thinner. However, I’d never realised that my wife thought I was small until Steph mentioned it. “Look at it, I’m hardly well endowed, am I? Is that what you want? Big fat cocks? Because if it is, I can’t give it to you, can I?” I only realised I was shouting when I noticed how frightened Claire looked. I also felt ridiculous because I was standing there holding my cock while ranting at her. Now that I’d finished going off at her, I felt stupid. “Why are you hard?” she asked me. Probably because she didn’t know what else to say. I ignored the question because it was too difficult to answer. “Is he bigger than me? Aaron, I mean. Be honest.” “Yes, I suppose so. Well, yes, he is. He has a biggish one. Not as big as Tom, if I remember rightly but yes.” I pulled my shorts and jeans up. “And you like that?” “It’s not just about his size, Paul. Or yours. Size doesn’t matter all that much, although I suppose it helps. It’s much more about how he does it, compared to you.” She exhaled slowly. “Look. I was just tempted. I wanted to see if he was as good as I remember. A moment of weakness. I was drunk.” “You were going to fuck him here? In our house? Our bed?” Claire got up and sat next to me. “But I didn’t.” She licked her lips for some reason, then slid her hand into the front of my shorts. My hard on had wilted slightly but the moment her fingers touched it, it stiffened again. She held me, then let go to pull down my shorts and jeans, then took me in her hand again, slowly stroking me. What the hell did she think she was doing? Did she think she could get around me so easily? “Do you swear that you’ve only been unfaithful the one time? The other night, that’s it?” I said, trying to fix her attention on my face, and pull mine away from what she was doing. “If you promise not to leave me, I swear that I’ll tell you the truth about everything. I’ll be one hundred percent honest from now on.” She didn’t stop caressing me, I felt myself getting harder in her hand. “Aaron was the first and the last. Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you.” “How can I ever trust you again? I can’t be enough for you. I know that now. How can I ever be enough? I’m not like him. I’m not some super popular ladykiller with a big cock who can be rough and all that in bed. I’m me. I don’t want to have to try and change, Claire.” She was pumping my cock fast now. God, it felt good. “Like you said, we’ll talk about it. You were rough with me the other night and I liked it. Do it again. Do it now.” Claire got up and dropped her own jeans, then got on the bed. “Come and fuck me.” She was laid there in just a t-shirt and panties, her legs open, waiting for me to rip them off and take her. I really wanted to do it, but it felt like I was giving in. Like I was letting her win. Letting her manipulate me. Somehow, I managed to resist. I stepped away from the bed. “We need to talk about this. I can’t just-” “So you’re not going to?” Claire looked shocked. “You don’t want me?” “I do, but-” “But what?” she cut me off. I thought she was sad but she was actually angry with me. “Fine. Off you go downstairs then. I’ll call Aaron and tell him it’s back on. I want sex, Paul, and if you’re not going to give it to me, then I’ll find someone who will and I know if I asked him again, he’d come right round her like a shot and fuck me good. Like a real man.” The words stung. She was taunting me, trying to get a reaction but I wouldn’t give her the one she wanted. “Fine,” I said. “Call him. I’m going to go out and get drunk.” “What?” “You heard me. You’ve already fucked him once, a second time doesn’t make a difference, does it? It’s not like it’s someone new.” She wouldn’t do it, even though she picked her phone up threateningly. “Go on. Fill your boots. Get your fix. We’ll talk later.” Claire started tapping the screen. Was she going to do it? For some reason, my cock twitched at the thought. I’d felt a weird feeling when I first walked into the bedroom and had seen that she was alone and dressed. I hadn’t known what it was then, but now I realized what it was. I’d actually been disappointed. And as I walked downstairs, with Claire shouting after me that she was going to do it, that she was going to get fucked properly unless I came back right this moment, I realized something else. I wanted her to do it. So I left. I got in the car, and drove away. Let her do whatever she wanted. I couldn’t do this right now. The revelations. Her feelings. My feelings. It was all too much. The first person I called was Steph. She’d always said I could call her any time, but this time she didn’t answer. I sent her a text saying that I’d confronted Claire but that she’d tried to trick her way out of it and now we’d had a huge row. I ended the message by asking her to call me as soon as she could. I was in no fit state to go to the pub or my mother’s, so failing Steph, my next plan was to call Higgsy. “Hey man,” he answered the call in his usual laid back manner. “What’s up?” “It’s all true,” I sighed. “She fucked those guys in school. She was going to see this Aaron guy today but I busted their little hook up.” “You did what?” He said, sounding shocked. “Fuck. Where are you? You didn’t do anything stupid, did you?” “I took the day off work to see if I could catch her at it, and stopped it before it even started,” I reassured him. “I’m fine. She confessed to everything. We had a row and now I’m just driving around to think.” “Get your ass round to mine. I’m working from home today. Lisa ‘s not in, so it’s fine. We can talk. It’ll give you some time to get your head straight.” I was there in a few minutes, and Higgsy made me a coffee rather than a beer, because I was driving. I went over everything with him, from looking at her phone and seeing the messages, to the failed attempt to catch her at it today and then everything that had been said between us afterwards. “Do you think she’s phoned him?” I wondered out loud. “He could be there now, fucking her.” Higgsy puffed out his cheeks and let out a deep breath. “If she is, it’s your own fault, dude. You should have stayed and worked it out instead of storming out, but hey, what’s done is done. You just have to work out where you go from here. Starting with deciding what you want.” The only thing I hadn’t shared with him was how it had all turned me on. That was something I couldn’t quite explain myself, and I had to figure it out in my head first. It felt slightly humiliating telling Higgsy how Claire had explained that she wanted rough sex and more in her sex life than what I currently gave her, but I managed to say it. In a way, it kind of excused what she’d done and because I loved her, it felt like I owed it to her to explain and give her a reason, rather than just painting her out to be a straight-out cheater. I didn’t want Higgsy to hate her. “If I’m honest, Higgsy, I still want her. I love her. This hasn’t changed that. I don’t like her right now, but I still love her.” “Well, at least you know the truth, which is what you wanted,” he replied. “I was going to call you tonight because I did manage to find someone who knew Aaron and that group.” “Who?” “One of their friends called Brian. Nice guy that I used to work with. I remembered that he went to our school and put him at the same age as them, so I made an excuse to call him and asked him.” “And?” “He remembers Claire. He didn’t get to fuck her himself, but he said that Aaron and several of his mates all fucked her at one time or another. He wasn’t sure how many, but he thought it was three or four. So yeah, I guess it’s all true. I was going to ring you tonight. Oh, and one other thing you should know” What now? I hardly dared ask. “What?” “Remember that Claire said she lost her virginity with some older guy? Her boyfriend’s best mate or something. What was his name again? I remember him having a strange name.” “Marvin,” I said. “Claire said he was called Marvin.” Higgsy went quiet, biting his lip and cursing under his breath. “Paul, Mr Broadhurst’s first name was Marvin. So maybe that other rumour has some truth to it. I can’t say for sure, but anyway, I thought you should know.” Nothing surprised me. Maybe she had fucked the teacher too. It would explain why he kept it all quiet, if Claire was convincing him to do so by letting him fuck her. Another thing she’d kept from me, if it was true. “Thanks. I appreciate it. If it’s true, I’ll deal with it somehow.” My phone rang, making me jump slightly. I picked it up and saw Steph’s number. Higgsy knew everything, so I didn’t need privacy. I just answered it. “Paul, what have you done?” said a worried sounding Steph. “I’m okay,” I reassured her, “I’m at my friend’s house, sorting my head out.” “I’ve already called Claire,” Steph told me. “I called her first, pretending that I was just passing by and asking if she wanted a coffee, but she told me that she was busy. Then I heard a male voice in the background and thinking it was you, I asked what she was up to, and if you weren’t at work. I thought you’d gone back to sort things out.” A male voice? He was there. I felt my hands shaking. “It wasn’t me,” I said in a very unsteady voice. “I know. She told me that Aaron had called around. She asked me to keep it a secret. Then I heard him ask Claire who was on the phone and when she told him that it was me, I heard him laugh and shout out to call back later because I’d interrupted them fucking.” I’d expected it, but it still felt like a punch in the stomach when I heard it. “Okay. Thanks for letting me know, Steph. I guess I should give them a while before going home then.” I was laughing, but in a self-loathing sort of way. “Yes, I guess so. Let her get him out of her system. I know she loves you, Paul,” Steph sounded genuinely sympathetic. “I think she’s having some sort of early mid-life crisis or something.” “What did you say to her?” I was curious to know. “I told her to have a good time but to make sure that she didn’t end up screwing up her marriage. Then I said I’d call her tomorrow. She just said okay. As she hung up I heard him tell her to hurry up and get back to sucking his dick.” Why did Steph have to tell me that? It felt like she was rubbing it in. I let it go without saying anything. “I think it might be a bit late for our marriage not to be fucked up, if I’m honest, but thanks anyway. Okay, I’m going to go.” “Take care, Paul,” Steph said. “Call me and let me know what happens later when you go home?” I told her I would, then hung up and told Higgsy what Steph had said. He scratched his head and shrugged. “Why don’t you stay here tonight? You can get drunk. Forget all about it for a while. Call in sick to work tomorrow, then go home once you’ve sobered up a bit.” “Thanks for the offer, but I won’t be able to relax until I’ve sorted this out.” I was in a state of shock. It was sinking in now, what she’d done. I couldn’t actually believe that she had really called him after I’d gone. That she’d told him to come around like she’d threatened to. No doubt they were fucking right now. “I need to go home, but not yet, if you fancy making another coffee?” I stayed there for an hour or so. Higgsy made me a sandwich and we chatted about other things. He was obviously trying to take my mind off everything that was going on, like a true friend would, but the whole time I couldn’t stop thinking about what was probably happening back home right now. I couldn’t get the imagined vision of Aaron and Claire, in our bed at home, while I was here chatting about normal things with my best friend. Like nothing was out of the ordinary. Then out of the blue, Claire called me. I hesitated before answering, looking to Higgsy for advice. “Just answer it. Be yourself. Pretend I’m not here,” he smiled encouragingly. “Hi,” I said. “I’m sorry for storming off.” Why the hell was I apologising? She should be the one begging me for forgiveness. “Are you okay?” she asked. I was so glad to hear Claire’s voice, if I was honest with myself. “I’ve been worried,” she said. “Where are you? Please come home, so we can talk.” “I’m fine. I’m at Higgsy’s.” Claire went quiet for a moment. “What have you told him?” she asked. “Everything,” I confessed. “I needed someone to talk to. Why do you want me to come home? To talk about what? Are you leaving me for him?” I knew I was jumping to conclusions and wished I could have taken the words back the moment I said them. “Slow down,” Claire said. “No, I’m not leaving you for him. We need to talk. Without you walking out everytime I tell you something you don’t want to hear. Tell Higgsy thank you from me for looking after you, but please just come home.” So I did. Higgsy gave me a pat on the back and told me to go home and sort my shit out, wishing me good luck as I left. I felt like I needed a lot more than just good luck. I was shaking with a mixture of nerves, anger, anxiety and arousal as I drove home. Not a good combination. By the time, I’d got out of the car and reached the front door, my legs felt weak and wobbly. What the fuck was wrong with me? This was just Claire. My wife for the past ten years. I could do this. On the way home, I’d wondered how to approach this. I knew that she’d had Aaron round while I’d been at Higgsy’s. I knew that she’d at least sucked his cock, and most likely fucked him, judging from what Steph had said. Would she admit to any of it? If not, how did I tell her that I knew, without giving away that Steph was my source of information? I had no idea what I was going to walk into as I opened the door and went through into the living room. Claire was in her dressing gown for some reason, sitting on the sofa, watching TV. When she heard me come in, she immediately jumped up, rushed over and wrapped her arms around me, sobbing into my chest. I put my arms around her and held her while she cried. “What’s wrong?” I asked. Even though everything right now felt wrong, I wanted to know specifically why she was crying. She took a while to answer, during which I just held her tightly. “I don’t want to lose you,” she said finally. “I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry I’ve... done... stuff.” “Why are you in your dressing gown?” I asked. I wanted to know what ‘stuff’ she’d done, but assumed that Aaron had only left a while ago and she hadn’t bothered or perhaps had time to get dressed before I got home. Maybe if I asked about the dressing gown, she would admit to what she’d done while I was out. She looked up at me. Her eyes were red with my crying. “After you’d gone, I called him. In anger. It was stupid. Please forgive me.” “Forgive what?” I pushed her to tell me exactly what she’d done. “Nothing to forgive if you just called him.” “I told him to come over,” she said hesitantly. “And did he?” Claire nodded. I was still holding her in my arms. “Yes, he came over and…” “And?” I prompted her when she went quiet.” “We had sex. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I just called him over to talk but…” I felt guilty for pushing her when I could tell that she felt so awkward, but I needed to hear it all from her own mouth. “What exactly happened? I need to know, Claire. You owe me the truth.” She pushed her way out of my embrace, then took my hand and led me to the sofa, where we both sat down. “He came over and I told him that you knew about everything. I had to do that, in case you decided to come back and have a go at him. I got upset. I was crying and he cuddled me and the next thing I knew, we were kissing.” So that was how it happened. He took advantage of her. Again. She could have said no, but she obviously didn’t, so it wasn’t all his fault, whatever happened next. I let her carry on. “He started taking my clothes off, and I just got carried away, I suppose. We did it and now I feel horrible.” “You did what? Like I said, I need to know exactly what you did.” I didn’t know why, but I wanted to picture it, even though I knew it’d hurt. She grimaced and then looked at me in concern. “Are you sure?” When I nodded, she sighed and told me. “We got naked and went upstairs. I went down on him then we made love.” “You made love?” I questioned and she instantly corrected herself. “We had sex. Not like when you and I do it. It was - you know? Rough. Real sex.” “Real?” I laughed even though she was indirectly insulting me. “So when we do it, it’s not real? And you did it in our bed, I presume? Our marital bed.” “I’m sorry,” Claire apologised. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant like sex with no strings, or like when you first get together with someone, or have a one-night stand.” “Did you cum?” I asked. It was surreal that I was even having this conversation. “I take it that he did?” “We both did,” she said. Claire was visibly shaking. “He came inside me but we used a condom so…” That was something, I suppose. “So you enjoyed it?” Claire’s green eyes searched my face. “Yes. He’s good in bed. I miss that sort of sex. I love what we have but I just needed something… something more. I’m sorry. I understand if you want us to split up, but I don’t want to.” “What’s the alternative?” I exploded, making her back away up the sofa. “I’m sorry for shouting, but what do we do if we don’t split up? You expect us to go back to normal, but with me wondering when you’re next going to go and fuck someone behind my back because you ‘need something more’ and can’t help yourself?” “W-w-we could stay together,” Claire stammered, “I’ll be honest about things. If I want to have sex with someone, I could find someone discreet, like Aaron or whoever, and it doesn’t have to be behind your back. I would get what I need and we’d be happier for it, and…” “You want to have your cake and eat it, basically.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Yes, if you want to put it that way. We don’t have to split up. We could try it and see if it works, and if you can’t handle it, then we can split up.” Claire slipped the robe off her shoulders. She was naked underneath. Part of me wanted to reach out and touch her breasts, but Aaron had only just left. The image of him kissing them, of him sucking them popped into my head and I drew my hands away. “What’s wrong?” Claire said. “Don’t you want me any more?” “It just feels weird,” I said honestly. “Knowing that he’s just been here, touching you.” Claire reached over and rubbed the front of my trousers, then her eyes went wide. “You’re hard though?” she pointed out. I knew I was, and it bothered me. “You were this morning too. Does it turn you on, knowing that I’ve been a slut?” I nodded, albeit reluctantly. She was being honest. So should I. “I don’t know why.” She undid my zip and pulled my cock out. “I asked you to come home so we could talk. I want to fix things. I don’t want to split up, Paul.” Then she went down, and took me in her mouth. I didn’t stop her. It felt so good, the warmth of her mouth around me, the sensation of her tongue licking up and down my cock. I suddenly got the urge to reclaim her. Claire was mine. She was my wife. Her pussy was mine. I wanted her so strongly right then, more so than I can ever remember wanting her for years, so I pushed her back, pulling the robe open and she opened her legs to let me take her. Her pussy was still wet, so my hard cock slid in with no resistance as I bent my head forward to kiss her hard on the lips. She returned the kiss, locking her lips to mine then sliding her tongue forward into my mouth. Her hands went behind me, her sharp nails digging into my backside through my jeans, which I hastily discarded along with the rest of my clothes. “You want rough?” I growled at her. “I’ll give you rough.” I rammed my cock into her as hard as I could, pinning her down by her throat. Her eyes opened wide but she didn’t say anything, so I pounded her as fast as I could muster, before lifting her legs up and folding them back for deeper penetration. I hammered her the best I could and by the time I finished, cumming deep into her pussy, I was bathed in sweat and out of breath. “That’s how I like it,” said Claire dreamily as I slumped next to her on the sofa, exhausted now both physically and emotionally. “If you were an inch longer and a few inches taller and broader, you’d be perfect, but I do love you.” “I love you too,” I managed to mumble while trying to get my breath back. Claire wriggled her way under my arm, and snuggled into me. “Don’t leave me,” she whispered. How could I leave the woman I loved? Especially considering everything she’d said. I loved her too much to just leave. I had to find a way to make this work. Even if it meant doing as she suggested, and letting her have Aaron as a lover. The rest of the afternoon was spent fairly quietly. Both Claire and I felt a little awkward and there was a small amount of tension between us, for the most part because both of us were probably thinking about our next move and where we went from here. It wasn’t until later over our evening meal that we talked about it. “So, what do we do next?” I asked her after we’d finished eating. “Wash the pots and watch some telly?” Claire smiled. “Sorry, I’m just joking. I think you need to think about what I said earlier, before we made love. Then let me know your thoughts and we’ll see. I know it’s hard to forgive what I’ve done, and probably even harder to take in what I said, so I’ll give you as long as you need to decide what you want. Until then, I suppose we need to get on with our lives as normal as we can?” Normal? I didn’t know what normal was anymore. “I know what I want. I want what we had before. We were happy, weren’t we?” Claire looked at the table, her eyes downcast. “I was. But I want more. I’m sorry. I’m just trying to be honest.” Anger bubbled inside me, but I swallowed it down, along with no small amount of hurt. “I appreciate you’re being honest, but don’t you care about my feelings at all?” “Would you rather I lie to you?” she said. “Would you rather live a lie? Me pretending to be happy and satisfied, when really I’m unhappy? Would you rather I cheat on you, like I did? Can you live like that, Paul?” “Of course not,” I replied simply. “We either try this, or we split up then.” The way she said it wasn’t like an ultimatum. She said it with a tone of sadness and regret. But in reality, I suppose it was an ultimatum. I knew it was. “I’ll think about it. But don’t get your hopes up,” I said honestly. “I don’t think I can do what you want. But I promise I’ll sleep on it.” “Talk to Higgsy,” Claire suggested. “Take some advice. Don’t think I want to split up. I don’t. I want us to try what I suggested. I love you. I just can’t live an unhappy life.” Just then her phone rang. “Hi Steph,” she answered. “Yes, I can talk…” I didn’t want to hear what she had to say to her friend. I took that as an excuse to get up and walk away, choosing to do the dishes, and then got a beer out of the fridge, drinking to empty my head for a while. We watched TV in silence before going to bed, after Claire had changed the sheets that she’d fucked Aaron in and then we slept without any further sex, and with more distance between us than was usual. Continued in part 4 or available on several of my other web pages - see HTTP://www.allmylinks.com/eroticapaul for more information...