I opened a story the other day and what I read in the header and the first paragraph or so, was enough for me to close the story down again. I'm not one for what are euphemistically termed cuckold stories about guys who let their wives run around on them.
However I thought to myself, does the first couple of paragraphs always have to tell the reader where the story is going. Now that's a challenge I couldn't refuse. So please don't be in too much of a hurry to give up on this one.
As always I have to thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course their encouragement. I'd also like to add that we don't always see eye to eye, so I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story.
My wife was waiting impatiently in the bedroom but pretending not to be. I sat on the bed and watched as she fussed with her hair and make-up, as I had watched her do so many times over the years.
But lately she had outdone herself. I had to marvel at her beauty that was emphasised by the dress she was wearing. Low cut to show off her cleavage and ending at an almost but not quite obscene height above her knee. In doing so it did show off her shapely legs to perfection. The whole ensemble was finished by the highest heeled stilettos I'd ever seen her wearing.
A car horn sounded in the street outside.
"I must rush, there's Tony now. You know where everything is, don't you, Phil, and don't let the children stay up too late, will you?" Stephanie gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and then dashed down the stairs. As she was just about to go out the front door, she stopped to say good-night to our children.
"Mommy's going out to a party tonight, kids," she said, "Now you behave yourselves for daddy. Maybe Auntie Debbie will pop in to see you later." This brought cheers from the children; they all liked Debbie from next door.
I watched her walk out and get into the front passenger seat of the big Mercedes with blacked out windows that was parked in the street outside the house.
I didn't know what to do with myself after Stephanie had left. For a little while, I stayed upstairs just sitting on the bed sulking, until I heard a knock on the back door. That would be Debbie, I knew it had to her; I'd modified that doorway to allow for her wheelchair easy access some years ago. My daughter Sara let Debbie in, and the two of them went into the lounge where the other children were watching television. I made myself a little more presentable and pulled myself together, before I went downstairs.
"Hi, Phil!" Debbie said as I entered the lounge. "My, you're looking down."
"What do you expect, Debbie? This is the sixth time in the last four weeks that Stephanie's done this to me."
"Had me look after the children whilst she goes out with her boyfriend. She says she's going out with friends from work but that same guy picks her up every time."
"And you're jealous?"
"Yeah, well, of course I am. Haven't I got a right?"
"Wow, now, don't go bringing me into your troubles."
"Well, why me?"
"Well, only you can answer that one, Phil."
"Yeah, I've got to be the biggest mug in the world."
"I'll not comment on that one, Phil. Well, not in front of the children anyway."
"Okay, Debbie, don't tell me. I know I started all this in the first place."
"So you can't get annoyed with Stephanie then, can you?"
"But its not like I planned for things to go the way they did."
"No, things have just gotten out of hand on you and poor old Phil has finished up the loser."
"Give over, Debbie. I feel bad enough as it is."
"Okay, I won't rub salt into the wound. Look, why don't you nip down to the pub for a little while and have a pint? I can look after the children until it's their bedtime. But make sure you're back to put them down. I can't get upstairs to see what the little tykes are up to."
"Thanks, Debbie. You're a doll. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Hire a nanny, I suspect."
"Well, it would save me all this dashing around. See you later and, kids, you behave for Auntie Debbie now."
The children said, "Yes, Dad," in unison as I walked out of the door.
I walked down the familiar street as I had done so many times over the previous few years. Strange, nothing ever seemed to change in that street. Old Mrs Cummings was sitting in her lounge hiding behind the net curtains, watching the world go by as she always did.
Old man Grant was watering his garden. He seemed to be working on his garden twenty-four hours a day, summer or winter, rain or shine. Strange old bugger, that one.
When I arrived at the Pub on the corner, I stopped for a while. I hadn't been in there for some time, and I was sure they'd all heard the rumours and knew what the score was; I wondered what my reception was going to be like. Oh, shit, I thought, Stephanie could even be in here with some guy or perhaps she had been out one night with one of the regulars. Damn it, would they all know?
Steeling myself, I forced myself to enter the lounge bar, the bar Stephanie and I had been in together on so many Friday and Saturday nights in the past.
"Hello, stranger!" the Governor called almost the moment I opened the door. Christ, I wish he hadn't. I was conscious that every eye in the place was on me in seconds. Disconnected voices called, "Hi, Phil!" from various corners of the room. I waved my hand in a general reply to all of them, without looking to see who'd spoken and headed for a stool tucked away at the end of the bar; somewhere that I could sit that would mean that only one person to get within easy speaking distance of me at a time.
I think they all got the message and, for a long time, no one came near me except the Governor to bring me my pint. He hadn't had to ask what I wanted to drink; he knew my usual poison.
"Sorry to hear how things panned out, Phil," he said, as he refused the fiver I proffered him in payment for the pint, with a wave of his hand. "This one's on the house. You look like you need it."
"To be honest, George, alcohol is the last thing I need. It was the cause of all my troubles."
"In moderation, Phil, that's what you've got to remember."
"Now he tells me!" I replied with a false smile, attempting not to look as down as I was feeling.
Look, I'd just fucked things up big time. I didn't really need every Tom, Dick and Harry knowing just how bad I felt about it.
Eventually one of the guys who'd been my best friend locally got up the courage to come over and talk to me.
"Well, Phil, how's it going?" Barry said with a concerned look on his face.
"Like shit, Barry. What did you expect?"
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"I'm not sure, Barry. Kinda gets me down, you know."
"If you ask me, you look like someone who needs to talk, Phil. Don't worry, I wont spill the beans to this lot. We've been friends for a long time. You know me better than that."
"Well, I suppose I've got to talk about it sometime."
"George, anyone in the snug?" Barry asked the Governor.
"No one I can't chuck out," George replied and then he asked, "You want some privacy?"
Barry nodded in confirmation and George disappeared to clear the little snug bar for us. When George reappeared and gave us the nod, Barry led the way in the little bar.
"Okay, what's eating you?"
"It's Stephanie, Barry. She's dating. She's had me come over and babysit the kids six times in the last four weeks."
"Shit, that's a bit quick on her part, isn't it. The divorce can't be final yet."
"Yeah, cuts me up something rotten to see her walk out of the house dressed up like that."
"I can imagine it does, but why the fuck does she ask you to babysit for her."
"She says she can't find anyone else. Debbie comes in to sit with the kids but she can't get upstairs to put them to bed."
"Bullshit! My Ruth would baby sit for Steph. She's only got to ask. If you ask me, Stephanie's turning the knife in the wound."
"I suppose she's got the right. I did fuck things up in the first place."
"Come on, whatever you did doesn't call for her torturing you like this. Everyone knows you love her, even if she doesn't."
"We reap what we sow, Barry."
"Look, Phil, if you don't mind me asking, what was it you were supposed to have done in the first place? You disappeared so fast, no one around here knows what the hell happened. All I've heard is speculation and innuendo."
"I fucked up big time, Barry. I was at a bloody seminar down in Torquay. Big do, it was supposed to be. Bloody joke really, nothing more than an excuse for most of the guys to party the night away.
"Anyway on the last evening everyone hit the juice a bit more than they should have; me amongst them. I'm not sure how, but some of us got invited to a party at another much smaller hotel, don't ask me how, a friend of a friend type thing. Damn place was more like a guesthouse than any hotel I've ever been to, but it did have a bar.
"Well, that party got way out of hand. Jesus, there were people shagging all over the place. They didn't even bother going to the bedrooms. I tell you, I'd never seen anything like it in my life. Now I stayed well clear of the folks who were getting out of hand. I only wish I'd taken one look and fucked off back to my own hotel. But come on, there's a bit of the voyeur in all of us and there was some tasty looking birds running around almost naked. Jesus, later on some of them were naked.
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