Our Hotwives

Lol, I can't wait for next chapter.

Three weeks had gone by and Jennifer had heard nothing. John hadn’t noticed anything on the day, he’d been too busy criticising her lack of cleaning and the fact that dinner was not on the table. The marks had faded, even the memory of what had happened was starting to fade a little.

“That new boss is such an asshole….” Jennifer wasn’t really listening. As if on cue: “Jennifer are you listening?” John's tone was sharp and brought her abruptly back to herself.

Truth or lie? “Yes love I was listening. That awful boss again.” She waited on an in-drawn breath. Either she had guessed correctly and things would be fine, or, he would be fuming and go on about it all day.

“That’s right! He’s such a smarmy bastard. Helen is all over him. The worst thing is he’s a son of one of the directors. He’d never have been given the job on his own merits.” Jennifer sighed from relief and went back to folding the washing. “…right I’m off then. See you later.” John walked around the kitchen table kissed her on the cheek and was out of the door.

She did love John, but she wished that he would revert back to the man she’d married. She resented the occasional mistreatment and the frequent neglect. She tidied up the breakfast dishes and got ready to go out.

Later at the hospital where she volunteered Jennifer was day dreaming about Conor. Where had he come from? Where had he disappeared to? Would she see him again? One of the young male doctors on the ward she was visiting gave her a bright smile as he passed and she felt a slight itch between her legs. Stop it Jennifer. It was a one-off. A strange version of a one-night-stand nothing

“Why are you sighing like that love?” Mrs Bergmann asked. She was a lovely older lady that Jennifer had been visiting for the past couple of months. She was a bright woman who’d led an interesting life, but had sacrificed family for career at a time when that was unusual. The only relatives she had were living abroad and were not very emotionally close to her anyway.

“Oh no my dear I’m fine. Man trouble is it?” Her kind old eyes twinkled and seemed to pierce right through her.

“Man trouble?” Jennifer repeated. “No nothing like that. I was just thinking about our Holiday. We will be away in September. Did I tell you?”

“Yes you did dear. From what you’ve told me your husband is a bit of a wet weekend. Why don’t you chat up that sexy young doctor that keeps giving you the eye?” She chuckled to herself at Jennifer's scandalised expression. “Now don’t look at me like that young lady! I’m not a fool or too old to see when a woman wants something more. Been there myself many times.”

“But…” Jennifer tried to interrupt.

“No don’t try to deny it. I can see it. Take my advice my love, grab every opportunity for fun and happiness you can before you get to my age. It goes all too quickly. It’s even more fun if you don’t get caught…” She winked and Jennifer was truly shocked. She just about managed to sort out the things Mrs Bergmann needed before she had to excuse herself and hurry outside blushing furiously.

She saw the young doctor in question on the way and turned around and found the other exit. The last thing she needed was to get into any more trouble.

When John got home he was still complaining about work. It was Rafferty did this and Rafferty did that. He barely stopped to greet her. He ate dinner collapsed on the sofa and continued to gripe. Ever since she’d been with Conor her tolerance for John's whining and self-centredness had become much lower.

“Well if it’s that bad why don’t you tell him to stuff his job?” She blurted out.

There was a stunned silence while John obviously processed what she’d just said. Then, “Are you kidding me?” He snapped. “I can’t walk out on this job how will we pay the bills? We have a mortgage, two cars a pension to build up.”

Jennifer stood in front of him unsure what to say or do. She knew he was right but she felt a wave of annoyance wash over her. “Yes I know what the situation is John. Please don’t talk to me as if I’m a child.” He was about to interrupt but she held up a hand and he stopped. “I’m just saying that if it’s that bad look for something else and I’d be prepared to make do for a while just to see you happier.” Then before he could reply she grabbed her car keys and walked out.

She caught a glimpse of John as she walked past the serving hatch standing with his mouth open and his hands held out to the sides clearly wrong footed by her behaviour.

Jennifer drove around for a while aimlessly. She ignored her phone. He could wait. As she sat at a set of lights waiting for them to turn green she reflected on things. Her life. She knew she’d overreacted but John was so irritating when he spoke to her like that. She could stand the whining - just about -but the patronising attitude was too much.

A car rolled up beside her and a young man leered at her through the passenger window. He was mouthing something that Jennifer assumed was obscene. He began to roll the window down just as the lights changed. Jennifer pulled away faster and left her would-be suitor behind. She turned the car towards home, she’d only been out for forty minutes or so but she felt it was time to go back. She pulled into their road and prepared for the war that would now ensue.

Yet when she walked in John had cooked dinner. “Are you ok?” He asked with real concern in his voice. “I’m fine. I’m sorry I stormed out.” She was even more surprised when he came to her and pulled her in for a conciliatory cuddle. “I’m just relieved you’re alright.”

They had a quiet dinner together, watched TV for a while and went to bed. As Jennifer lay awake next to John snoring gently she thought about how the evening had not gone as she’d expected. But she also thought about something else. That another man had shown interest in her made her stomach flutter and with her middle finger she felt the damp results between her legs. He wasn’t’ very old as far as she could tell but he wasn’t unattractive and he’d wanted her. Once she wouldn’t have noticed, but since her time with Conor she had begun to see things differently. She stroked her clitoris as gently as she could until she came, keeping her breathing as shallow as she could. She slept well.

More please

I like this. Good development.

A blossoming cheating wife. Can't wait for her to cheat on her asshat hubby with some young stud. Personally I hope the story makes her a promiscuous cheating wife now that Connor has unlocked her desires. Hopefully Connor was a one or two time thing. Eventually hubby will catch her and realize that while he's mad he's also turned on and realizes he has been taking her for granted. He won't know that she was promiscuous but just know about her latest conquest. As he becomes more comfortable, accepting, and supportive she'll slowly reveal her adventures. Maybe at this time she'll make contact with Connor and let her husband watch him fill her up with his big cock and cum in her pussy. Maybe as a precursor, hubby will get to watch her pick up a guy at the bar and blow him in his car as hubby secretly watches.

It could be like an xleg story but not so extreme. Bookmarking now.

Chapter 5 and 6 completed.

Chapter 5:

Next morning Jennifer was surprised to find that John had already left for work. There was a note with some freshly brewed coffee. Have an early meeting. How about lunch? Love you M xx. This was again something unusual. John never asked her out for lunch anymore and the note had two kisses; again, not a normal occurrence.

She dashed through the housework so that she could spend a little more time getting ready. She took care with her hair and make-up and sorted out a tight little top that cut under her boobs nicely. She also chose her tightest pair of blue jeans that had a slight sheen to them, and to round it off a pair of fairly high heels. When she was done she looked herself over in the mirror. She looked good and she felt it. With a last touch of lipstick, she hurried out of the door to pick John up for lunch.

It was a while since she’d been to his workplace and she was surprised at just how much things had changed. “Hello Jennifer, long time no see. How are you?” John's colleague and friend Jack greeted her from his desk as she picked her way through the open plan office. “Hi Jack. I’m good thanks. Yeah I’ve been keeping a low profile really.” She could see him looking her up and down, she liked it.

“Well you should come by more often, brighten the place up.” He laughed and winked.

“I might just do that.” Jennifer said boldly, enjoying the attention. “Do you know where John is?”

“He’s in with the boss I think. Asssshole.” He turned the word into a mock sneeze and Jennifer couldn’t help but giggle. At least John wasn’t the only one to think so. Jack pointed the way and she felt a slight flush as she felt his eyes on her back.

John's desk was unusually untidy when she found it. His favourite picture of her in a red bikini taken on Holiday in Barbados three years ago had pride of place in front of his overflowing in-tray. She looked at it critically but found that she was pleased with what she saw. A door slammed close by and made her jump. John appeared around one of the partitions.

He was red in the face and obviously seething. “Hello love, I’m sorry but he wants me to go out to the site office. Apparently no-one else can go. I should be about half an hour.” John grabbed his jacket and his keys. “What shall I do? Wait here? Go to a restaurant and let you know where I am?” Jennifer tried to sound casual but the thought of actually doing that made her feel slightly ill.

She was so relieved when John said “No best if you wait for me here. I’ll be as quick as I can.” He gave her a quick peck on the lips. He stopped short. “You look stunning by the way. Right, quick as I can.” He threw on his jacket and was gone.

Jennifer suddenly had the feeling that she always got when she didn’t have something to do. She played with John's executive toy – a miniature football set – for a while but every time someone went past she felt silly so eventually she decided to go to the water cooler and get a drink. Then she would go to the staff room and wait there reading her kindle. There were never many people there according to John.

She noticed the door of what must be the boss’s office. S Rafferty Sales Manager. She smiled at the personal assistant said good afternoon and was going to take a drink from the cooler when she saw something that made her heart stall and her mouth dry instantly. Through the window in the door, sat at the big wooden desk facing her, was Conor. Just as she was about to move on he looked up. His fiery eyes locked onto hers and that devilish, irresistible smile reshaped his handsome face.

Before she could move he was away from his desk and at his door. “Hello Jennifer.” He said in his deep commanding voice. “John is on an errand. Why don’t you come in and have a chat?” It was not a question and Jennifer knew that she was going to comply despite wanting to resist.

Her legs carried her robotically through the door as he held it open for her. “Carol.” He said to his assistant. “Yes Mr Rafferty?”

“I’m to have no calls for the next hour and you can go to lunch now.”

“Yes sir, thank you. I’ll be back at 2.30.”

“That’s fine. Take your time.”

He closed the door behind him and stood with his back against it. Jennifer found herself with her thighs pressed against his desk. She was frightened but also exhilarated. She’d been wondering if she would ever hear from him again and now here he was the very same boss that John had been complaining of for weeks.

“Well. I bet you’ve been wondering when I would call haven’t you?” He asked.

“Yes.” Was all she could manage. Her throat felt so tight and any moisture in her mouth had evaporated. He stood away from the door now and moved with animal grace towards her. Jennifer wanted to back away but there was nowhere to go. “Please. John will be back soon.”

Conor looked amused. “Not for a little while.” He was in front of her now and his hand caressed her cheek. Jennifer gasped involuntarily and her eyes closed at his touch.

“Looking so good. Did you dress up for me?” His other large hand was on the outside of her thigh stroking the tight denim. Jennifer shook her head numbly and felt her pussy quiver. Her panties were already wet.

Jennifer opened her eyes and saw someone walking past. She slid sideways. “They can see.” She protested. “I have to go. John is taking me for lunch. I’m sorry.” She felt weak apologising but she couldn’t help it.

Conor blocked her escape, went to the door and pulled down the little blind. “There. Now we won’t be bothered.” He came back to where she was and going with her movement pressed her hard against the office wall. She whimpered as he held her chin and took one of her large breasts in his hands. “Fuck I’ve missed these.” He weighed it heavily, moulding and massaging.

“Please.” She whispered urgently.

“Please?” He repeated. “No need to ask beautiful. You’ll get what you need.” Was he being deliberately obtuse? She needed to get away right now. Then without warning his hot, hard mouth was on hers. He kissed her with such intensity she almost forgot where she was and why she was here. His hands went to her breasts, then her waist, then she felt her cunt cupped though her jeans. She squirmed but it wasn’t an attempt to break free it was an involuntary movement of pure desire.

Conor bit her lip softly enough not to John her but hard enough to hurt. She groaned and she felt his fingers fumbling with her jeans button and zip. She did try to wriggle away now. This was too much. But he was far too strong. He opened her jeans and those same strong fingers forced their way into her sodden panties and straight inside her. He opened her as he had her jeans, spreading her lips and pushing all the way to his knuckles. His thumb was on her clit.

“Ohhhh pleaseeee.” She sighed into his chest. Jennifer's knees nearly gave way as he worked her cunt so expertly. It was like he knew exactly where to touch, how much pressure to apply. As his two fingers became three inside her, his thumb began to circle her clit hard almost squashing it flat. Her breathing was ragged now. They were both watching his hand in fascination.

As he looked into her eyes, Jennifer sighed “I’m going to cum.”

He crushed her left breast cruelly and told her to do it. Told her to squirt her slut pussy onto his hand. That she was a slut, his slut. “Ohhhhhhhhh godddddd.” With a heaving, ragged sob she came. It rushed up from her toes into her groin and the hot wave nearly drowned her. Conor held her long enough for her senses to return.

She stood panting there for what felt like hours. “I. Really. Have. To. Go now.” Jennifer managed between indrawn breaths.

“Not yet you need to return the favour.” He forced her down onto her knees and began to unbuckle his belt.

Jennifer began to shake her head. “No. No, I can’t. You have to let me go.”

“And I will but I’m in need and you owe me.” His voice was quiet and measured but there was no room for debate.

The reality of being caught here like this was beginning to weigh on her chest. That John might catch her! But as Conor pulled his big cock out of his pants she felt a terrible conflict. She wanted to suck him. Wanted to take that swollen head into her mouth. To lick it and taste his pre-cum.

Really she knew there was never any choice. He held it out to her and without any hesitation she licked it. Jennifer took the hard thick shaft in her hand, marvelling at the fact that she could barely fit her fingers around it. Conor grabbed at her hair bunching it into a rope and Jennifer took the whole ridged head into her mouth. It was so hot, its taste much less salty than she’d expected. She enclosed it in a vacuum and felt Conor shudder and grip her hair more tightly.

“God yes that’s it, suck it hard. Take it all in you fucking little slut.” He groaned loudly enough to be heard outside and for a moment Jennifer froze. “Go on.” He susurrated thrusting his hips forward.

She complied sliding more of his throbbing dick into her mouth until the glans was against her throat. Jennifer tried to pull back off him but he held her there until she started to gag, then he forced himself into the opening of her throat. Jennifer began to panic. She’d never tried to deep throat before and she’d never sucked something this big. But try as she might Conor would not let her go.

“Just breathe through your nose that’s a girl. Relax. Hold it there for a second and then I’ll push again.” He said soothingly. She listened and did as she was told. Her breathing eased she stopped gagging. As he felt her calm Conor pushed his cock deeper into her throat. It hurt at first then it was sliding down until her face was pressed to his body and she could smell him. She inhaled deeply. Her eyes were watering but still he held her there.

“No Jennifer stay still. That’s all you have to do until I say. Understood?” She didn’t move or acknowledge him at all. He wrenched on her hair. “Do you understand me?” She nodded very slightly feeling the cock choking her. “Good girl.”

With that he began to ease himself back out until only half of his length was in her mouth. “Graze it with your teeth now.” She did, just allowing his velvety foreskin to brush against her teeth as he pushed back inside. It was slow again as if he was letting her get used to it. All the way down again. Jennifer found it was much easier and she was loving the feeling of being used.

A little more of the same repeated a few times and then Conor was sliding his cock in and out building a good rhythm. As she became accustomed to it Jennifer started to squeeze her tits, gently moaning with every thrust. Her cunt was thickening again, she surely couldn’t cum just by having her throat fucked could she?

Conor was seriously fucking her now. In and out harder and harder Jennifer's throat was clicking with every thrust. She was pinching her nipples. Her cunt was flowing into her panties.

“Fuck yes. That’s it. That’s it. That’s it. Yessssssssss.” Conor was chanting in time with his thrusts. Jennifer felt his penis swell and he suddenly held himself deep inside her. She knew what was coming but couldn’t move. “Yessssssssssssss.” Conor hissed and she felt him explode. She gagged again as she tried to swallow. There was so much and it came so thick and fast. She panicked again, tried to get away, but Conor forced her to stay in place. “Swallow. Keep swallowing.” He grunted.

It got easier and soon she was drinking him until there was nothing left. Conor pulled out. His dick was still hard. “Lick it clean for me.” Jennifer did just that. She went to work on him, licking and sucking, even poking her tongue into his piss hole which made him gasp and clench her hair. When he was satisfied he told her she could stand up.

“You might want to sort that though.” He smiled and nodded towards her pussy. Jennifer nearly died.

“Oh my god. I’m going for lunch I can’t go like this!” She was so wet that a small damp patch had appeared in her jeans. “

Conor laughed. “I think I heard John go past just now.”

“Shit! What am I going to do?” The excitement was gone now and all that was left was fear. “I can’t go out of here like this.”

“Look I’ll make sure he doesn’t come this way. You can get to the toilets and freshen up. You’re going to need to do something with your make up too.” Conor zipped himself up, tidied his hair and tucked himself in. “Come on quickly.” He shepherded her out of his office and pointed the way to the toilets. Luckily she didn’t meet anyone on the way there.

She was able to lock herself in a cubicle and use her vanity mirror to at least get her face to look presentable. There wasn’t much she could do about the glow though. Jennifer spent a few minutes under the hand drier trying to dry her jeans and just about did enough to hide it.

“There.” She said in the mirrors above the basins. She was relieved that she now looked respectable. But underneath the relief she felt a massive upsurge of guilt and shame. How had she allowed that to happen? And yet she also knew that she had little power to resist Conor. He spoke and she was compelled to do what he wanted. What was worse though was that she enjoyed it so much. That she wanted it again. AND that she would do it again if the opportunity arose.

“Who the hell am I?” She asked aloud. She shook her head and went back out to find John. To her horror he was stood outside Conor's office and they were talking. At least they were communicating; it looked tense.

“There you are! Where have you been? We need to go Jennifer I don’t have that long for lunch.” John looked frustrated. She blushed furiously as Conor looked her up and down not even trying to hide his appraisal from John.

“Ah yes. Your good lady wife. We met when she was looking for the toilets. Did you find them ok?” Conor asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Erm yes I did thank you.” She replied trying not to meet his eye. “I’m ready love. Where are going?” She was trying not to let her voice crack.

“I’m not sure yet. I thought the little French place over the road.” He replied.

“Good choice.” Conor chuckled. “The oysters I fully recommend. Great aphrodisiac.” He looked hard at Jennifer until she dropped her eyes and her face and chest reddened alarmingly. Luckily John didn’t seem to notice, he was too busy glaring at Conor.

“Thanks boss.” John said with an obvious sneer in his voice. “Come on babe let’s get going.” He took her arm and guided her towards the exit. “What a fucking twat.” He said under his breath. Jennifer caught a last look as Conor disappeared back into his office. He was shaking his head and it looked like he might be laughing.

afagehi7 wrote: ↑

Thu Oct 17, 2019 12:11 am

It could be like an xleg story but not so extreme. Bookmarking now.

I won't count on it

Chapter 6:

At the restaurant Jennifer was very distracted. “What’s the matter Jenn?” She shook out of her reverie at the use of the nickname he hadn’t used for some time. “Where are you?” He seemed genuinely concerned.

“I’m with you love. It’s just one of the ladies at the hospital. She seems to really be deteriorating.” He reached over and held her hands. “I’m sorry. You do such good work there.” Again this surprised her. He never talked about what she did much let alone praise her for it.

They chatted about all sorts of things and Jennifer enjoyed it. In some ways it reminded her of their early days together. John was like the man she fell for. But at the back of her mind was what she’d done in the office. How she’d sucked on Conor's huge cock and swallowed his seed. How he had been totally unfazed in front of John. How he’d even heard her husband pass and still forced her to suck him. Never thinking of letting her go until he’d finished.

She dropped John off electing not to go back into his building. On the drive home she felt her cunt twitch again, she would have to do something about that when she got home. Her husband’s bastard boss. She shook her head, where on earth would this all lead?

2 weeks later:

Two uneventful weeks. It was strange, just as before life went on. Jennifer felt guilty for the things that had happened with Conor, but not to the degree she expected to. What was wrong with her? John had been a bit of a pig for a while, but lately he had been much more attentive. Somehow it didn’t matter though her thoughts had been with Conor almost non-stop since their last encounter. She really wanted to see him again and so her heart thudded in her chest when John told her the news.

“…He’s organised a party for the next weekend.” He didn’t’ sound very keen.

“Well that’s good isn’t it.” She replied, trying to seem only mildly interested as would normally be the case. “You’re always saying that he’s divisive. Maybe this is his way of trying to build bridges, make amends. Get to know you all better.” Jennifer sipped her coffee and made to read the newspaper.

“I’d actually like to think so. He’s not been such an arse the past week or so. Maybe you’re right. It’s on the Saturday though and we usually visit your Mother.” John would be suspicious if she was too eager Jennifer realised.

“We could go and see her on Sunday instead. As long as you stay sober enough to drive there.” She smiled at him teasingly and she was gratified that he didn’t get grumpy.

John grinned. “Ok I’m sure I can restrain myself. Jessie will be going and Sophia. I’m not sure about Daniel and Angie though. Should be fun. As long as we don’t have to spend too much time with Rafferty.”

“That’s settled then.” Jennifer said nothing more but her whole body was tingling.

From that Tuesday onwards time seemed to drag but Jennifer busied herself with her voluntary work and making the house as clean as possible. She visited friends and then on Thursday she felt it was time to prepare for the party. She needed a new dress, something that would really catch the eye. This was a new and exciting experience for her, to actively court attention. She tried to brush away the knowledge that it was one person’s attention that she really wanted.

Finally, Friday came around and Jennifer went to get her hair styled and a full pampering at the salon that her friend Rachel had recommended. It was fabulous, expensive certainly, but worth every penny. By the time she arrived home John had popped out to buy takeaway and was laying it out ready.

“Nice day Jenn?” He asked licking sauce from his fingers. He had begun to use the name more often again and she had to admit that she really liked it.

“What do you think of the hair then?” She was a little disappointed that she’d had to prompt. He made as if to inspect her closely.

“Hmmm yes well, it’s okay I suppose.” She was about to throw something at him when she realised that he was being mischievous.

“Oh you shit!” She yelled in mock anger. He ran around the counter and grabbed her.

“You look absolutely gorgeous my sweet. When do I get to see the whole ensemble?” His eyes were shining in a way they hadn’t for a long time. Jennifer felt a strong pang of affection.

“After dinner I’ll put it all on for you.” She said simply.

“Brilliant!” John kissed her hard and went back to setting out the carton,plates and cutlery.

After dinner as promised Jennifer hurried upstairs to change. She took great care over it, and when she came downstairs all John could do was gape. She’d chosen a figure-hugging black dress. It was short and though it couldn’t be called low cut, with the push-up bra she was wearing her cleavage was overwhelming. She tottered a little on the shiny black heels but she would get used to them she figured.

“Bloody hell!” As she twirled for him she was worried that he thought it was too much. But he followed up with “I’m going to be the one whose wife they all want to shag!” He whisked her off her feet. John was not as big and as strong as Conor but he was a fit man, he worked out every other day and many of her friends had pointed out how lucky she was to be with him. His tousled mousy hair and boyish good looks turned more than a few female heads when they were out.

She revelled for a moment in his appreciation. He couldn’t keep his hands off her and she was astonished when he took her hand and led her up to their room

“Ooffffff.” She gasped as he slammed her against the wall his hands hastily lifting the dress to her waist. His mouth was hungry on hers and she could feel through his pants that he was already hard and ready.

“Wait. Wait.” She spluttered between kisses. “John WAIT!” She wrenched her head away and pushed him hard. He was clearly hurt. Jennifer hardly ever refused sex and she never did it in this strident kind of way. She watched his face fall. “It’s ok I’m not saying no. I just don’t want this dress ruined. Let me take it off first.”

She could feel his eyes impatiently disrobing her as she pulled the dress off and put it back on its hanger. She was about to step out of the heels but John croaked “Keep them on…please.”

She did as he asked, surprised at his restraint now. She climbed onto the bed in her lingerie and heels and he scrambled after her. He could only resist so long before grabbing her and kissing her again savagely, biting her bottom lip, making her squeal. He held her breasts and pressed her onto her back. For a moment she was overawed. He lifted her tits out of her bra and sucked her nipples in turn his full weight between her legs. She opened them wider to take the pressure off her hips.

She kissed him back with equal fervour, their tongues playing and giving, sucking lips, biting each other gently. She helped undress him and it wasn’t long before he was nudging at her entrance, she helped him inside and placed her hands on his lower back. It was a hard fuck. One that came from desire and need and Jennifer loved it. She felt that she was in control even though John was all over her. She had driven him to this.

He lifted her legs and carried on pummelling her giving no quarter at all. He wanted to cum and he wasn’t interested in her needs. While she’d felt this was the case in the past now she embraced it. She was getting close anyway. As he began to come to a grunting, groaning climax she closed her eyes, dug her nails into his ass and let herself cum in a long, luxuriating orgasm.

“Oh Sh….Oh god Johny.” She cried out as he hammered into her one last time and his load exploded deep, deep inside. He roared and slumped onto top of her. It was good. The best sex they’d had for as long as she could remember. She stroked his hair and back and waited for him to come around.

“I should wear things like this more often?” She whispered into his ear.

“I think you should.” He panted in reply. They cuddled up together and dozed off. But Jennifer's mind was wrapped around the reality that she’d very nearly cried out Conor's name as she came. It troubled and excited her before she eventually drifted off in John's arms.

So she's going to be a one lover kind of woman?

darkauthor wrote: ↑

Thu Oct 17, 2019 6:08 am

afagehi7 wrote: ↑

Thu Oct 17, 2019 12:11 am

It could be like an xleg story but not so extreme. Bookmarking now.

I won't count on it

afagehi7 wrote: ↑

Thu Oct 17, 2019 9:52 am

So she's going to be a one lover kind of woman?

It's gonna be dramatic; Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 7 completed:

Next morning Jennifer was on the phone to her mum. “Yes I know I’m sorry about that. I know, yes I know it’s a pain. It can’t be helped.” She made a face at John across the kitchen table. “It’s important for John. It’s a work thing. Yessssss I do realise that you will have to rearrange the bridge club now. I’m sorry it can’t be helped.”

John mouthed something but she couldn’t understand so she waved him away. He scribbled a note: We can cancel the party if you want? She read it quickly and shook her head. There was no way she was going to do that.

“As I said I’m sorry Mum but we will be over to see you tomorrow. Bye. Yes,bye. See you then. Love you.”  She sighed and turned off her phone.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind.” He said.

“What? No way! Mum can work around us for once.” Jennifer was determined that they would be going to this party. She’d spent a fortune preparing for it and there was not a cat in hell’s chance they were cancelling.

John held up his hands. “Ok my darling. Whatever you want. I’m just going to drive over and get some milk for breakfast. Do you want anything?”

“No thanks. I’m going to make a pie for tomorrow, try to smooth it over with Mum a little.” She needed something to do because the day stretched before her like an endless, empty road and eight pm seemed a distant prospect.


Luckily her friend Megan from next door popped around and they chatted happily as Jennifer baked her Mum’s favourite apple pie. She didn’t notice that John was gone far longer than normal.

“Sooooooo….” Megan drawled, “What’s on your mind?”

Jennifer started.“What do you mean?” She was never very good at hiding things from Megan.

“I don’t know but there’s something not right with you.” She creased up her eyes as if trying to read the small print on an ingredients list on a food label.

Jennifer hurried away to the other side of the kitchen, putting her first pie in the oven. If she could change the subject maybe she could get away with this. “Everything is fine. Just fine.” She said breezily. “Better than fine.”

“Is that so. Well I say you’re lying.” Jennifer stood rooted to the spot.

“Megan! I am not, I mean I think it’s…” Her protests petered out as Megan's gaze became more penetrating. “Ok we’re going to party tonight. I’m a little nervous.”

Megan made a funny little whooshing sound. “Get you party girl. Living the high life now. What’s to be nervous about just go and enjoy yourself, it’ll be fun. I’ve said to you over and over to get out more. I know John enjoys a good party.”

“I know you’re right. It’s just I feel so out of my element. Want to see my dress?” Jennifer trusted Megan above anyone in her life, but she was not going to relay exactly why she was this nervous. She couldn’t tell anyone about Conor.

“Bring it on girl.” Megan said putting on a very bad southern American accent.

Jennifer brought it down on the hanger and made a big play of displaying it to her friend. Megan whistled. “It’s beautiful Jennifer. Must have cost a fortune.” She studied Jennifer again carefully. “Not your usual sort of thing either. A lot of flesh showing. Are you sure you’ll be comfortable?”

“Course I will. Like you said it’s time I let my hair down.” The door opened and John came in looking pleased with himself. It was only then that Jennifer noticed how long he’d been. “You were a long time. Everything alright?”

“Yeah all good. Megan how’s you?” He wasn’t always very interested in Jennifer's friends but John really liked Megan. They often teased each other. Even though she was aware that Jennifer wasn’t happy at times she never made the mistake of getting on his case and making things worse. Although she would stand up for Jennifer and tell John what she thought when she felt it necessary. John seemed to respect that.

“I’m good John. Well I was until you arrived.” He pulled a face at her. “Jennifer was just telling me about your party tonight. Should be good for you both.”

He got a beer from the fridge. “Don’t see why not. Some free food and beer is always welcome. Some of the company may be good too. Excuse me ladies I’m going to watch the match.”

“That’s right I know my company isn’t good enough for you.” Megan teased, while John waved her off. “He seems in good spirits.”

“I know. Work hasn’t gotten any better but he seems to have shrugged that off. Things have definitely been improving this past week or too.” As Jennifer said this she felt a twinge again. If this were true, why was she counting down the hours until she saw Conor?

“I’m glad to hear it. Maybe you’ll tell me what’s up with you later eh?” Jennifer just smiled at this and managed to change the subject again. She knew, just as Megan knew that she knew, that eventually some of what had happened was going to be shared. It was only a matter of time.

While the afternoon dragged, baking and chatting eventually got Jennifer to 6pm, and with her friend gone, she could begin the process of getting ready. She had a bath and spent an age on her hair and make-up. Walking around in her new sexy underwear she had to fight John off more than once. At last the time arrived.

“You just look like a goddess Jenn.” John said admiringly. At one time she would have coloured but she basked in it. Not that she was used to receiving these kinds of comments from him, not recently anyway.

“Thank you love.” She looked at her back in the full length mirror taking in the sight of her ass in the clingy material. She had to admit she looked good. “Okay let’s go!”

It was only a 20 minute drive according to the Satnav though it felt like hours. Finally they pulled up to the imposing gates. Suddenly Jennifer was less sure about this. “John I don’t feel so good, can we go home?”

darkauthor wrote: ↑

Thu Oct 17, 2019 12:45 pm

afagehi7 wrote: ↑

Thu Oct 17, 2019 9:52 am

So she's going to be a one lover kind of woman?

It's gonna be dramatic; Hope you enjoy it.

Enjoying so far. Is she going to be only with Connor or is she going to spread it around town? The part where she was throating him was hot. I thought she was going to cum from giving the throatjob. The only thing that would have been hotter was for her to have a big orgasm when he started cumming and not from touching herself. A mind-gasm I guess I could call it..or hands-free

Chapter 8 completed:

John brought the car to a halt. “Really? It’s probably nerves babes. Let’s go in for few minutes if you don’t feel any better we will make our excuses and go, yeah?” She just nodded. “Right here we go then. We can’t stay long anyway I have a surprise for you…” She didn’t register what he’d just said, she was far too anxious.

The house was impressive but not imposing and as they approached the front door they found it was already open with people milling around chatting and drinking, enjoying the sunshine. Jennifer was struck by the desire to run again. Then they saw Jessie frantically waving from the hallway, he was holding a can of lager and was beaming at them. The hall was crammed and they had to pick their way through to reach him.

“Hello mate.” Jessie shouted over the hum. “And look at you Jennifer!” She smiled at him. “Sophia is in the first living room I think. He’s got his own bloody ballroom the spoiled prick. Let me get you both a drink. Wait here.” They stood together like two children waiting to be picked up from school.

John was surprised that he only recognised a few people. Maybe this was more than a works do. Jennifer held his hand and he squeezed it encouragingly. She was feeling more and more lost and really wanted to go home.

“There you are bud. Lager for you and a white wine for the lady. Is that ok Jennifer?” She nodded and took it gratefully, using it as a sort of shield. John and Jessie started to talk football then and Jennifer felt even more isolated. Fortunately, Sophia drifted into view.

“Hi Sophia!” Jennifer said a little too enthusiastically.

Sophia didn’t seem to notice. “Oh hi Jennifer! It’s so good to see you. How’s things at the hospital?” She pulled up short and whistled. “Woah look at you. And John lets you out looking like that?” She made an hourglass shape with her hands and pretended to grope Jennifer.

“Stop it. I just wanted to make an effort.” Jennifer didn’t feel as defensive as she normally would.

“Well good on you, you look fantastic. I wondered what all the men were looking at when I came out of there.” She waved back at the living rooms she’d been in.

Jennifer liked Sophia, she was a short, plump blonde ball of fun, but there were times when Jennifer wasn’t quite sure how to take her. “They were probably looking at you Sophia.” It was the right thing to say. Sophia laughed, pinched her and they fell into a long conversation about nothing and everything.

It was turning out to be a pleasant evening. John was ensconced with Jessie, Daniel and two men Jennifer didn’t know, while she was with Sophia and Angie. The food was good, the drink was exceptional and the company was refreshing. Jennifer had never spoken to Angie that much before but she found she was not the shy, repressed person she appeared to be. In fact, she had a wicked sense of humour and had a great line in impressions, particularly of people they all knew.

“Excuse me I need the loo. Do you know where they are?” Jennifer asked.

“Yep if you go up these stairs and they’re through the first door on your left along the short landing. First thing I did when I arrived.” Angie snorted.

“Thanks. Be right back.” She nodded at John and skipped up the stairs as fast as she could on her unusually high heels. She was much happier than she’d been at a party for as long as she could remember. While Sophia had been teasing her about her impact on the men she had noted a lot of interest herself, and Daniel had definitely flirted with her when he came over to see if Angie needed a drink. But the man she wanted to show interest had still not appeared.

As she reached the door to the toilet she turned and there, coming down from the upper floor, was Conor. He stopped for a moment gave her that dark, meaningful look and carried on down the stairs to the party. As he disappeared out of sight and Jennifer tried to control her breathing, a dark-haired, full-figured woman came down the stairs looking a little flustered and dishevelled. She contrived to look right through Jennifer, adjusting her dress as she went.

As she sat in the toilet Jennifer thought about what she’d seen. Was that Conor's wife? Had they stolen a moment together? She could hardly blame her, if Conor was her husband she would never let him leave the bedroom. The thought surprised her. When had she started to think like that? Maybe it was the wine? She sorted herself out and went back to join the party.

By the time she got there the boys and girls had joined up with another small group and they were all laughing and enjoying themselves. She hesitated at the foot of the staircase but John knew she hated to enter a group of people so he waved her over.

“Alright love?” He hugged her and she was grateful.

“Fine.” Then she saw Conor standing by the front door in a small group with his arm around a woman. She had to be careful but she couldn’t resist, she had to know. “That is Rafferty isn’t it?” She indicated to John.

His face changed immediately, “That’s him.”

It was risky but she had to know. “And is that his wife?”

John waited for her to turn in their direction. “Yep that’s her.” He gave Jennifer a curious look but he didn’t ask why she wanted to know. Jennifer thought they made a handsome couple, he tall and dark and she willowy and ashen blonde, but there was something that did surprise her. She was not the woman he’d been upstairs with.

As if on cue Conor turned and looked right at her and caught her again with his scorching gaze. She couldn’t look away even though she was terrified that John would sense something. Her heart began to thump. He whispered in his wife’s ear and walked over to Jennifer's group.

“Hello John, hi everyone! Having a good time?” There was a general affirmative chorus. “Glad to hear it. Help yourselves to more food it’s just been brought through.” Jessie and Daniel disappeared but John remained next to Jennifer as if he had a feeling. Then Conor said, “John your good lady wife looks amazing, do you mind if I ask her for a quick dance?” The whole group went eerily silent, but Conor just smiled confidently at John.

“She’s a big girl Conor, she can answer for herself.” John replied. All eyes turned to Jennifer. She hesitated looking between Conor and John. She knew what she ought to do. She had to refuse, she could see by the look on John's face that he was relying on her to deny the request. But just as before she felt helpless.

“Ohh umm yes I erm think that would be okay?” She stammered asking her husband for permission she knew he would have to give. She watched the confusion and pain on his face and though it twisted her insides, she took Conor's offered hand.

“Don’t worry John I’ll take good care of her. A quick dance and she will be straight back. I promise.” He wheeled her away and she caught the look of anger that crossed John face as Conor's hand went to her lower back. As they picked their way through the crowd towards what must be the ballroom Jessie had mentioned he whispered, “You look so fucking sexy,” into her ear. Jennifer shivered despite herself.

He led her out to the floor which was only half full and the song was upbeat enough to mean that they didn’t need to dance too closely. “So how has my little Jennifer been?” He half shouted leaning forward. She was worried that someone would hear but the other couples were too busy enjoying themselves.

“I’ve been good thank you.” She said much more seriously than she intended, but although they had done so much together they had never spent any social time. It felt awkward and yet familiar at the same time.

He laughed and moved closer. “So formal! Surely we are beyond that aren’t we?”  She wanted to back away but she didn’t. “Aren’t we?” he persisted.

“I,I I guess so.” She mumbled her eyes drifting to the floor. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her eyes to his.

“No guessing about it. And there will be much more to come.” He stroked her cheek brazenly as if they were utterly alone. “Won’t there?”

His tone made her panties instantly wet. “Yes.” She confirmed quietly. He said nothing more but when the next song was a slow and perfect for a close dance he pulled her into him. He had his hands on her waist and she could feel his cock hard against her belly. She lowered her head onto his shoulder. His breath was warm on her neck.

They danced several more songs and Jennifer began to wonder why they were all smoochy numbers until she realised that Conor was signalling to the DJ. She felt excited and slightly annoyed, feeling herself being manipulated.  She started to pull away. “I need to go back to John.”

“No need! He’s right there.” Conor nodded to the corner by the door and Jennifer saw her glowering husband standing alone watching intently. He looked so angry that Jennifer's stomach turned. “I’m sure he wouldn’t want you to go in the middle of a song.” Conor looked over at John and slid his hands over Jennifer's ass. She jumped and was about to struggle. “Don’t.” He barked. He pulled her in tighter and started to knead her bum softly. Even though she was horribly anxious about John and what he might do, Jennifer could not help reacting to his touch.

When the song was finished Conor held her away from him. “Let’s go get a drink and join your husband.” She followed him to the temporary bar, ordered another wine and then trailed Conor back to where John was standing.

“Having a good time?” He asked her bitterly.

“We had a lovely time didn’t we Jennifer?” Conor smirked. Jennifer was struck dumb she didn’t trust herself to speak. John glared at her darkly and she had the odd sensation that they were strangers. A gulf had seemingly opened between them.

While Conor rattled on about work, John merely grunted in response and Jennifer stood by seeking comfort in her drink. Every opportunity he got Conor touched Jennifer and she could see John get more and more agitated. At one point he said, “I think it’s time we made a move.”

“Not yet surely, it’s early. Here Jennifer needs another drink.” Conor waved a waiter over and handed her another glass of wine. Jennifer didn’t really want it but she took it and drank deeply. It was starting to make her head swim, but she needed something to take the edge off.

The others had caught up with them now and Jessie was trying to engage John in more football talk. He was failing. John stared at Conor as if he wanted to murder him and every so often he shot her contemptuous glances. Conor had used the group to isolate Jennifer and he sidled up to her at one point and held her ass as if they were alone. She knew that she should move over to John but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to.

It was soon obvious to everyone that something was wrong and the conversation became stilted and awkward. Jennifer was drunk. She kind of knew it but she didn’t care. She began to resent John for being such a misery. For being so controlling.

“Who’d like to dance?” She slurred. Jessie looked at John and was about to offer but Conor was too quick. Without a word he whisked Jennifer away to the middle of the now packed dancefloor. The whole group were watching as Conor pulled her in tight and ground his hips into her. Jennifer couldn’t help rolling hers in response and her cunt was soaking, her nipples on fire. They were virtually fucking in the middle of the room.

Jennifer saw Jessie put his hand on John's shoulder obviously trying to console him. She knew she should feel embarrassed, but a combination of drink and her sexual attraction to Conor was so overpowering that she closed her eyes and allowed Conor to put his hands on her ass again. She didn’t even jump when she felt his hand on her breast, squeezing it quickly.

She had no idea how long they were out there but Jennifer was acutely aware through her drunken haze that almost the whole of the room was watching them. Then something happened to break the spell, Conor's wife walked into the room. She stopped in her tracks and gaped. Conor let Jennifer go. “I’ll be back. Stay here.” He pushed his way through to reach his wife.

Out of nowhere John appeared. “Made enough of a show of yourself?” His voice was dripping with venom.

“Don’t be sooooo borrrrinnnggg.” Jennifer lisped.

He looked at her as if she’d slapped him. “Boring!” He grabbed her elbow and pulled her towards the door. She was too drunk to resist.

“Asssshole.” She hissed at him, she was starting to feel sick now, the room started to spin.

She saw Conor with his wife clearly arguing, while John managed to manoeuvre her out into the hallway. Jessie and Daniel waved sympathetically while their wives affected to be engaged in a deep discussion.

As he dumped Jennifer into the passenger seat of the car, John almost spat at her. “You fucking slut!” He climbed into the driver seat slammed the door. She said nothing at all, fighting the urge to vomit.

“Go fuck yourselffff..” She heard in a voice alarmingly like her own, before she fell back into her seat and shut her eyes. She had no recollection of getting home.

When she awoke next morning her head was thrumming as if someone was playing it like a drum and her mouth tasted like a bird had taken a taken a dump in it. She reached over to John's side of the bed only to find it empty. Then the memory of the night before came crashing back and she lowered herself back onto her pillow and let out a drawn out, shuddering groan. What had she done?

afagehi7 wrote: ↑

Fri Oct 18, 2019 4:24 am

darkauthor wrote: ↑

Thu Oct 17, 2019 12:45 pm

afagehi7 wrote: ↑

Thu Oct 17, 2019 9:52 am

So she's going to be a one lover kind of woman?

It's gonna be dramatic; Hope you enjoy it.

Enjoying so far. Is she going to be only with Connor or is she going to spread it around town? The part where she was throating him was hot. I thought she was going to cum from giving the throatjob. The only thing that would have been hotter was for her to have a big orgasm when he started cumming and not from touching herself. A mind-gasm I guess I could call it..or hands-free

She's going to be only with Conor. That's my idea at all.

It's coming, Chapter 9 :

After a quick shower Jennifer went downstairs to face the music, only John wasn’t home. There was no sign of him. She’d expected, given that he hadn’t slept in their bed, to find some sign that he’d spent the night on the sofa but there was nothing. No note. She checked her mobile. Nothing there but a couple of texts from friends and emails from charities asking for funds. Where was he?

She tried to eat something but it was hopeless. She was overcome by a mixture of shame and excitement. It was both thrilling and horrifying as the evening came back in sharp flashes. At the moment all she could think about was where John had gone and when he would be coming back.

She paced groggily, taking on water checking her phone constantly. Just as she was about to send a text or phone him the back door opened and he walked in. He was still dressed, he was bleary eyed and wild looking. She was about to speak but he held up his hand to stop her and stormed up the stairs.

“John I….” She groused pointlessly. When he came back down she tried again. “Look I’m sorry ok. I had a little too much to drink and..”

He stopped dead in front of her a look of total bewilderment on his face. “You what?” He folded his arms. “You had a little too much to drink!!!” He parroted back to her. “I can’t believe you. The drinking is the fucking least of it.” She flinched. Her rarely swore at her and it was like a slap in the face. “The way you behaved, it was just fucking unbelievable! You were like some cheap little slut.And you even forgot our…”

“I did not! I did not behave like a slut. I was just….” She was astonished. She knew he was right, and she knew that he had no idea just how bad she had been with Conor. However, she felt the flaring of a totally unjustifiable indignation rising in her chest. She decided to try to calm the waters. “Hadn’t you better start getting ready we need to be at Mum’s in a couple of hours?”

“I’m not going.” He said abruptly.

“What? What do you mean?” She didn’t really believe him.

“I said I’m not going.” His face set in the expression she recognised as being immovable. “Say hello to Melanie for me.” He never called her Melanie. They got on so well, always had. Before Jennifer could say another word John picked up his sports bag and walked out.

The afternoon was stilted and Jennifer could tell that her Mum doubted her story that John had some additional work to do that he couldn’t leave until Monday. She didn’t press the issue and allowed Jennifer to pretend that everything was fine. At one stage, while they were looking through old photographs, she almost believed that everything was fine. However, when it was time to leave reality hit her again like a hurricane. Back home, back to John.

She stopped on the way for a coffee. It was only an hour drive but she really needed extra time away and to think. The café was busy. Mainly couples with kids. It made her feel worse. All these happy people, seemingly having pleasant family days out while her world felt like everything was crumbling. She drank the rest of her cappuccino, scowled irritably at a young man who’d been trying to catch her eye the whole time, and got back on the road.

At home all was quiet. John was not back. It was hollow and eerie, like a strange place. It felt unsafe. She shivered and turned on the heater. She prepared dinner but she didn’t eat. It was something to do and she hoped maybe a small step on a bridge between them. She turned on the radio and listened to the latest bullshit politician bullshitting about bullshit. She turned it off irritably. Tried to read but the words evaporated and she found herself covering the same ground over and over again. In the end she turned on the telly and sat on the sofa with her legs up.

At 8pm she began to get worried. He would never be out this long without letting her know. At 9pm she seriously considered ringing him. The show she was vainly trying to watch distracted her for a while and then she picked up her phone at 9.25pm. She just had to know he was alright. It went straight to his answering message. Normally she wouldn’t leave one herself, but she babbled out something about being worried before ringing off. No word at 10pm and by 11 she was asleep, her head resting on her arm.

Eventually the door opened at nearly 1am and John crept in. He put his keys on the hook, dropped his bag near the door and followed the sound of the telly. For a moment he watched her, his heart skipped and he wanted to go to her, hold her, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. Although his heart melted a little seeing her asleep and vulnerable like this there was a well of humiliation and rage that just would not run dry. So he packed himself off to the spare room and desperately tried to get to sleep.

He heard Jennifer stirring downstairs, her footsteps on the stairs and then the opening of their bedroom door. He heard the hesitation and then the handle of the spare room turning. John pretended to be asleep. He sensed something from her, was it the desire to come in and wake him? He thought so. But she didn’t. The door closed quietly and what they needed to say went unsaid.

In the morning John was already dressed and ready for work. “Do you want me to make you some eggs?” She asked him.

He barely looked up. “I’ve eaten thanks. Don’t want to be late. See you.” With that he gathered up his stuff and left without giving her a kiss or even a backward glance. Even when he’d been treating her so badly in the recent past he’d never left without a kiss or a hug. It left her feeling cold and alone, unloved. She tried to shrug it off and get on with things. She wasn’t going to the hospital today she’d decided she couldn’t face it.

As she tidied up she found some papers on the kitchen counter, they referred to a meeting today at 1pm. They looked important. Maybe she should take them into him? It would give her the chance to see him, maybe he’d be grateful, maybe it would open up the space to talk? Maybe she would see Conor? It didn’t come into her mind explicitly but that thought lingered tantalisingly at the back of her mind. Jennifer went through the housework like a dervish, got herself ready and set out to save the day.

When she arrived at John's workplace she recognised the security man from the party. “Hello I’m John's wife, he works in…”

The man interrupted her “Oh I know who you are.” He had a knowing look on his face. “Go right on up.” He swiped her through. She wilted under his gaze. Was what had happened that bad? She was tempted to turn around and leave but she was compelled now to give the papers to John.As she went through the building she encountered similar looks. One or two people she knew at least on speaking terms actually refused to speak to her, at least they seemed to, finding urgent things to do as she passed. In John's office even Jessie was reluctant to talk to her. “Hi Jennifer.” He mumbled.

John was at his desk poring over a big pile of documents. He started when she coughed to alert him that she was there. “Jennifer.” He said simply.

She hesitated “I found these papers. I thought you might need them.” He looked at what she held out to him.

For a moment she thought he was going to refuse to take them. “Yeah they’re not really important. I don’t need them until Thursday. But thanks.”

“It’s ok you’re welcome.” She replied. A terrible silence followed. She needed to go, to get away from here.

“Ahhhhhhhh Jennifer I thought it was you!” She turned to find Conor behind her being trailed by his harassed looking assistant. One part of her was horrified to see him, but another part soared. She felt her nipples harden and her breath shorten. “What a great party. Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, I erm did. Thank you Conor.” She said softly. John was watching this exchange tensely saying nothing. Then without warning Conor came right up to her and put his arm around her waist. Her whole body reacted.

“And didn’t she look wonderful John? You’re a lucky man alright.” He smiled at John but it wasn’t a friendly smile it was lewd and dismissive all at once. John sat sullenly unable or unwilling to respond. Conor's hand squeezed Jennifer and she leaned into him their bodies pressed together. “I’ve hired a box for the horse racing on Wednesday. I’d like you both to come. Just a select few. Nothing fancy but it’s always fun. What do you say?”

John looked at Jennifer silently warning her to deny this man to make up any excuse. As if speaking with another’s tongue she said. “That would be lovely Conor.”

“Fabulous! Make a note Carol. Reservations for 4pm. A little time away for the office wouldn’t hurt eh John?” He said. “Great, well something to look forward to then.” Conor pulled Jennifer into him even tighter so that the hard tip of his cock pressed against her hip. “Better get on, get ahead of the game if we are going to have a break.” With that he patted Jennifer's ass and strode off with his assistant in his wake.

Jennifer watched him go. As usual she had been overwhelmed by him. His power, his presence, his confidence. “Fucking brilliant.” She was snapped back to her immediate surroundings by the bitterness in John's voice. “Another chance for you to look like a mindless bimbo. What the fuck are you thinking?”

Jennifer's first impulse was to apologise, to suggest that he go straight to Conor's assistant and cancel, but she was suddenly indignant. Who the hell was he calling her a mindless bimbo? “Grow up John. Maybe you should take a leaf out of his book. If you weren’t so stuffed-up you might have been the manager.” As soon as it left her mouth she regretted it.

He looked at her with an expression that was akin to hatred. It was so fierce that Jennifer took a step back. “I’m going home.” She said shakily.

“Good.” John said sharply. She faltered not knowing what to do. This was exactly the opposite of what she’d imagined. She couldn’t think of a rejoinder or more importantly anything to repair the damage right now. So she simply turned and walked away. John didn’t even acknowledge her departure.

At home Jennifer was confused. She was angry with herself and with John, but she was also excited about going to the races on Wednesday. On the drive her phone had vibrated with a message. She’d hoped that it would be John offering an olive branch but it was Conor's number saying simply. On Wednesday wear something tight . Her whole body quivered.

So, you preferred a weakling, wimpy, spineless sorry excuse of a man for a husband.
A complete turn off.
Good luck.

Hopefully it doesn't go cucky on us. I was enjoying the cheating wife part but it's looking like the future will be another cucky thread.

Perhaps the commentary should be about the story, and not the sub-genre. Let’s all see how far the rabbit hole she goes.

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Chapter 10:

John slept in the spare room and they barely spoke for the intervening days. They lived virtually separate lives. There was one moment that Jennifer thought that John would crack, where he very nearly made dinner for them both but then it was like he caught himself. Jennifer wearily organised her own food and they ate in different rooms both wanting to end the hostilities but neither knowing how. No progress was made until the fateful day of the races.

It was finally time to get ready. They both dressed as if they were going to a funeral. In John's case that’s what it felt like. Jennifer was sombre for John's sake and because things were so strained between them but she was also desperate to go. And yet, if John had said ‘we are staying at home,’ she would have done it.

“Are you ready?” He muttered as he finished knotting his tie.

She looked over meeting his eye for what seemed like the first time in a month. “Yes just about.” She fastened her ear-rings and slipped on her left shoe. “There!” She said brightly taking up a ‘ta-da’ pose.

“Great.” John said quietly without really looking at her. Immediately she deflated but the new dimension that had awoken in her also felt annoyed. Somewhere deep in her mind she knew that she had no right but she was easily able to suppress it.

“Yes, it is great.” She snapped. “Let’s get going.”

The drive was worse than anything they’d experienced yet. Silent. Painful. John drove slowly which only made things more unpleasant. While he detested the journey as much as Jennifer, he was certain that arriving would be worse. Much worse.

The satnav announced that they’d arrived at their destination. He pulled into the main gate and the mention of Conor's name led the security guard to direct them to the executive parking area. Again John felt a momentary inadequacy as he looked around at all the expensive cars, until he saw Jessie's rover. He pulled up next to it. They climbed out and walked up to what looked to be the main entrance to the stand.

The man on the desk directed them to the second floor and they climbed the carpeted stairs wordlessly Jennifer taking the lead. Under normal circumstances John would have taken the time to admire how tight Jennifer's dress was around her shapely ass, but not today. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was panting by the time they reached the right floor and Jennifer had left him behind. She waited at the door holding it open for him.

“Thanks” He said quietly. She walked on ahead into the crowd in the large room beyond. It was thrumming. There was a group of people gathered around a bar at the back. The left wall was a picture window that looked over the track but hardly anyone was watching the racing. Jennifer saw Conor immediately he was at the right of the bar with a small crowd mainly comprised of women, just behind was a similar size group of disgruntled looking men. Jennifer felt a twinge of jealousy. Unaccountable jealousy. Then Conor saw her and waved her over. Without a backward look at John she responded.

Behind her John watched like a beaten dog. He wanted to rush over and punch Conor in the mouth but he couldn’t. It wasn’t as if he was too weak to do it. He was in good shape and he’d been a very good amateur boxer throughout his teens. It was the job. He’d worked so hard to get where he was and they couldn’t afford to lose it.

To his surprise Conor waved him over too. He walked up to stand beside Jennifer which felt odd. “There he is. Go get your wife a drink John there’s a good man. What do you want Jennifer?” He made a show of looking to her. She knew how this would make John feel but she felt strangely vindictive like he deserved it somehow.

“I’ll have a rum and coke thanks.” She said formally. He drifted away to the bar to be served. Jessie caught his eye from the group behind and smiled understandingly, his wife Sophia was in the gaggle of women too. Only she wasn’t favoured in the way Jennifer clearly was. Conor had made room next to him and she was now perched on one of the bar stools.

“I’ll have a rum and coke and a lager please.” John said placing his order. Jessie appeared at his right.

“Make that two pints.” He handed John his glass.

“Sorry can I have two pints please?” He tried to ignore the annoyance on the barmaid’s pretty features.

“You ok mate?” Jessie was a good friend and he knew John was struggling. He’d seen what happened the night at the party and although he’d wanted to talk to John about it there had never been a convenient moment.

“Not really.” John cast a sidelong glance at Conor and his wife. “Has he done this deliberately? Gathered all the wives around him I mean?”

“I’m pretty certain he has. He’s a twat you know he is. But what happened with Jennifer was out of order. Are you going to do anything? Make a complaint?” Jessie asked. “Dave didn’t come today because he was so upset about it all.”

John sighed. “What good would it do? It was out of hours and he’s my boss. And he’s connected. I’d love to smack him in the mouth.”

The friends looked over just as Conor beckoned them back. John picked up the drinks and with Jessie in tow reluctantly did as he was bid. “That’s the spirit. Jennifer's parched aren’t you?” He put his hand on Jennifer's thigh and rubbed it teasingly.

She couldn’t look at John, she just took the drink he offered. Her husband stood there for a moment not knowing quite what to say or do. She understood his feelings, she could see the distaste on Jessie's face. But as always Conor was in control. “Great. Well don’t let us keep you lads I’m sure that you have things to talk about. Football or something.” He waved them away.

Jennifer was severely conflicted. She didn’t want to hurt John anymore but she wanted so desperately to make Conor happy. She did nothing. Conor's hand remained on her thigh and she allowed John to walk away. She wasn’t sure if he was defeated or furious but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t enough to change things.

She saw John enter the group of sullen men while Conor continued to regale his admirers with stories of his adventures. He seemed to have done everything. After a while he said, “Come on Jennifer I want to introduce you to a few people. Excuse us ladies.” Jennifer saw envy on every face including Sophia's which surprised her, given that she had taken her to task for her behaviour at the party in a phone call that had ended sharply between them.

Conor actually took her hand and led her away. But it wasn’t a friendly hand holding, it was far more intimate. He laced his fingers through hers. As if they were a couple. Jennifer's knees felt like jelly her heart was pounding. They did a round of the room. He introduced her to almost everyone there, as his friend not the wife of an employee or colleague.

As they reached the last group of people they were across the room from John and their eyes met. Conor's hand was on her lower back proprietorially. The pain in her husband’s face hurt her but it didn’t shake her enough to force her to detach herself.

“Where is your wife?” She asked him when he had finished talking to an older man in a garish shirt and covered in gold jewellery.

“She’s not coming tonight. It’s just you and me.” He smiled wolfishly and raised his glass mockingly to John on the other side of the room.

“Why? Is she ill or something?” Jennifer asked innocently.

Conor laughed hard enough to halt the conversations around them. He leaned in so that he could whisper, “She’s at home because I didn’t want her here. I’m going to have you tonight Jennifer.”

She jumped as if slapped. What did he mean? He couldn’t mean ‘have her.’ Could he? She looked into his eyes and she saw a deep hunger that confirmed her worst fears and hopes. “We can’t. You can’t”

“Yes I can and yes we can.” He replied as if there was nothing simpler in the world. “Just let me complete the round of bullshit then I’ll find somewhere we won’t be disturbed.” He guided her away from the current crowd to a new group, as far as Jennifer could tell the final group. She was frightened. She was intrigued. Her head told her to get out. To leave Conor now and get back to John. She could see him watching her intently his expression unreadable. Conor had his hand on her ass again. There was no running from this now. Only John could stop it. She looked at him met his eyes. He looked away from her disgust and contempt on his face.

“Yes, yes speak to my PA on Monday.” Shuan said to a slippery little man in an ill-fitting suit. “She’ll fill you in on the details. Right Jennifer let’s go and watch some racing shall we? Wave to hubby.” He said with a sneer. She couldn’t even look in John's direction. “Suit yourself then. Just as long as he doesn’t come looking for you.”

He led her quickly through the people around him towards a door in the corner. She saw Jessie nudge John and point to her. John shook his head angrily and went to the bar. It was done. There was no way out.