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A week-end at the Chateau, yes now that is a good idea. I said to my wife, who had made the suggestion. We deserve some time away together, heaven knows we've worked hard and seen little of each other over the past few months.
The Chateau was the place, old but very impressive and expensive. Just the type of first class accommodation to take your lover or in this case lover come wife, yes I think we were going to enjoy spending time there.
I phoned for a booking. "Oh dear... let me see... er we have a convention that week-end, accommodation is tight... I don't think... oh wait a moment... yes, yes there is one spare suite left... you could have that" the receptionist said.
"I'll take it" I said and gave her my credit card detail. "Now you hold on to that room... on peril of you're life... do you understand"
"Hm... yes sir... don't worry it's yours as of this moment" she said and rang off.
"That's it honey, we got the last room... but it's all set... we're going to have a great week-end... you'll see"
We were like a couple of teen age kids, as the moment to leave for the Chateau drew nearer. Bags in car, we picked up the mail as we left, and threw it on the back seat, time to read that later.
The Chateau was a Chateau, as I said old and impressive. Set miles from any where, long meandering roads to reach it, but it was all part of the magic in getting there. None of the modern architecture, each room was large and airy. Our own room sporting a beautiful panoramic view. The bed, well it was soft and inviting. The thought of Paula, lying stretched naked on it, and me between her beautiful long slender legs eating and fucking that pussy of hers, well I was getting a hard on already... a smile on my face.
We made ourselves familiar with the interior and the outdoors as we explored its many wonders. The evening meal was excellent all washed down with a fine bottle or two of wine. Our speech was a little slurred and our legs a little wobbly as we supported each other... giggling all the way to our room. We were both ready for a little love making and the hours before sleep were amongst the best sex we'd both had in a while. We were really winding down.
With the arrival of morning, we both had a slight hangover and seeing as there was no great hurry, we stayed in bed a while, Paula being very receptive to my advances, it took but a moment and I was inside her once again... well this is one of the reasons we came here. When we did tear ourselves away from our room, it was almost midday and the place was alive with other guests... all male guests.
"Sorry about the mayhem folks... this lot come down every year... don't really do anything... mainly booze and talk... the odd ahem lady is brought in for other entertainment... you know what I mean... we don't encourage it, but it's hard to tell them not to and as long as they are
discreet we turn a blind eye to it... just be aware... if they cause any trouble give us a call" said the male receptionist.
We both had a chuckled and said we would call him if it got out of hand, but doubted it would.
The Chateau was proving quite relaxing, it was the last day of our stay when things went a little astray.
The mail had remained unopened and still lay on the back seat of the car.
"Give me the keys... I'll go and retrieve the mail from the car honey"
"Oh it will probably only be bills... it's what we normally get" I said smiling.
Not to be put off she went to the car and picked up the mail, returning to where we had been sitting drinking fine wine, fine wine that had us a little under the weather... but who cared we were here to enjoy... once we returned home it would be business as usual.
"Oh... here's one addressed to me... I wonder who it's from" she said
"Well I think you'll need to open it" I said laughing.
My laughter turned to shock and despair, as I watched her read the letter, rage showing on her face.
"You BASTARD you fucking Bastard" she shouted at me. Other guests turned at the sound of her voice and the expletives emerging from her mouth.
"Who is honey... who's a bastard" I said trying to calm her.
Realizing her outburst had drawn attention she replied in a more subdued way.
"You are... you're the bastard" she said.
"Why what have I done" I asked a totally confused.
"Here take a look at that... go on... take a look" and she handed me the letter and a few photos.
The letter read. Thought you should know about me and you're husband. We've been seeing each other now for almost a year. He keeps promising to divorce you and marry me, but somehow I don't think that is ever going to happen... the guy is a rat... a pure rat. I thought you should know all about us and what we have been up to. The other photos are far more detailed and I will give them to you in person, rather than risk them through the post... believe me they are very detailed and very intimate.
Regards Rebecca Simms
The photos she had sent were of Rebecca and I kissing, well it looked like we were mutually kissing one another. I remembered the incident very well. She had burst into my office flung her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately on the lips.
I struggled to free myself and asked her what the hell she thought she was doing.
"Kissing you my sweet... kissing you" she replied with a great grin on her face. I thought no more of it, until today. She and a cohort had set me up beautifully.
"Well... well do you deny that is you and Rebecca, kissing?"
"No... no, I don't... but it's not what you think... it was all very carefully orchestrated" I said, protesting my innocence.
"Oh yeh... like the other one's she's going to show me... they will be a set up as well I suppose"
"There are no others... I swear honey... nothing has or will go on between Rebecca Webb and myself"
"So you say... quite frankly I find it hard to believe... that kiss looks pretty real to me... just how long have you been fucking her Robert... a year... more than a year?"
I was at a loss, she obviously was not going to believe me and the romantic week-end was now turning into a disaster. She upended the glass of wine, before her and demanded I get her another one.
"Is that a good idea honey... the way you feel at present?"
"You don't know how I feel at present... devastated is not the right word"
I ordered two more wines... then another two and watched as she slowly simmered and became more and more intoxicated.
"I'm going to the toilet... get me another drink" she said slurring the words slightly. I and a few of the other patrons watched as she weaved a drunken way to the powder room. Returning and slumping down in the chair. Her mood getting worse with every passing moment.
For some reason I was a little annoyed at the intrusion of one of the male guests, insisting we were a Mr and Mrs Archer, eventually he apologized and left when I'd convinced him we were a Mr and Mrs Albright
I really didn't know what to say to Paula as she continued in her tirade of accusations. There seemed no way of convincing her that Rebecca, the bitch, had deliberately set the whole thing up. Just wait until I get back on Monday... god I'll kill her I swear I'll kill her, rage was now in every fiber of my body.
I knew Rebecca had wanted me to have sex with her; she'd made it quite obvious over the years. I'd always turned her down and she swore that one day I would give in to her demands... just a question of time, she said. Well she wasn't going to succeed this way; I'd make sure of that.
The tanoy announced a message. "Would Robert Albright come to reception please, he has a phone call... Robert Albright... reception please"
"Shit who the hell is that" I asked
"No doubt your mistress Rebecca... what's you to come home... can't do without you" Paula spat at me.
"Oh god, don't be ridiculous" I replied and stormed off to reception.
"Over there sir... booth two... dial one and speak"
I went to the booth and dialed one. "Hello... this is Robert Albright"
The line was dead. "Hello... hello... you there... who is it" No reply. I continued to ask who it was... no reply, the caller had rung off.
"Look there is no one on the line" I said after returning to reception.
"Oh sorry sir... it looks like they have rang off... if they ring back I'll contact you in the lounge bar, correct"
"Yes... yes do that" I replied, returning to the bar.
When I arrived there was no sign of Paula. Oh well I shrugged sat and picked up my drink. Well let her stew... probably gone up to the room. I'll keep out of her way for a while... let her sober up a little and perhaps calm down. I'll be able to talk to her then. I ordered another drink, sipping it slowly.
.... There is more of this story ...