What Are Friends For?

by DeYaKen

Caution: This Drama Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Rape, Blackmail, Heterosexual, Cheating, MaleDom, Rough, Anal Sex, Violent, Military, .

Desc: Drama Story: Greg Maitland knows who his real mates are. So when Eric, his employee and friend, tells of his worries he has to try and help.

Author's Note:

This is a story featuring Greg Maitland. The story is free standing so there is no need to read previous stories. However, if you would like to know more about our hero then I suggest you read "people can change parts 1 to 3. I am deeply indebted to JuicyStarchild for her critique and excellent editing and for making my story more readable.

I sat at the table in the corner of the Red Lion. In front of me were two pints of Hobgoblin, one for Eric and one for me. I knew from the start that something was wrong. I often met Eric for a drink on a Friday and we would go over the business of the week. It was just over a year since I had opened up the second branch of Drive In Auto Services and put Eric in charge of the first one. He had shown himself to be more than up to the job and everything was ticking over nicely. Fridays were the nights when we slapped each other on the back and toasted our good fortune. Had it been a Friday I wouldn't be worried, but this was a Wednesday. For Eric to ring me on a Wednesday and suggest we met for a pint, something must be wrong.

Eric was more than an employee, he was a mate. He and his wife Janet had stood by me when everything went tits-up in my private life, in the five years between the divorce and me finding out that my wife Julie really was a deceitful tramp. It was Eric, Janet, my book-keeper Clare, and a couple of other friends who helped me through. Now I was back on top, with a new wife, Nicola, who was now six months pregnant, and a booming business. But, as any marine will tell you, mates are forever. They've watched your back so you can watch theirs.

I went through all the possibilities while I waited. If it was work related the only thing that couldn't wait until Friday was that he wanted to fire someone or, far worse, he wanted to quit. I couldn't see why he would want to leave--I paid him a damn good salary and I know he enjoyed the job. No, this had to be personal, in which case I might have some idea what it was all about. You see, my wife Nicola is a police woman in the traffic division and two nights previous she told me something I wished I didn't know. Something that had happened when she and her partner John Blackman (Chalkie to his marine buddies) were patrolling the motorway.

"I couldn't believe it," she said. "The car got slower and slower, while moving from lane to lane. The driver seemed completely unaware that we were behind them. I switched the video on for a couple of minutes while we followed them, then gave them a quick burst of the lights and sirens. That's when it all changed. We'd thought the driver was alone in the car, but as soon as the siren went off we saw there was a passenger. She must have had her head in the driver's lap and when she heard the siren she shot back up to the sitting position. John went back to talk to them. He doesn't allow me because of my condition, so I sat in the car watching in the mirror. Now, I know the mirror doesn't give you the best view, but the more I looked at the female passenger the more I thought I recognised her. Greg ... I think it was Janet, Eric's wife."

"Whoa, now just hold on a minute, Nicola. You were looking in the mirror and you were, what, ten metres away? I don't think you could say for certain."

"No, I didn't say I was certain. It just looked like her. You haven't heard about any problems have you?"

"No, but I can ask if you like?"

"No, don't. I could get into trouble for just telling you about it."

Eric walked in and sat down opposite me. I pointed to his beer and he picked it up and took a sip.

"What's the problem, then, Eric?" I asked.

"Who says there's a problem? Perhaps I just felt like a chat."

"Come on, we both know that normally you can't wait to get home to Janet on week days, so if you want to chat there has to be a reason for it."

"Yeah, you're right, I do have something gnawing away at me. You've been through it ... how do you know if your wife is having an affair?"

I started to laugh and then I looked at Eric and could see he was upset. "Sorry, but you've got to see it from my perspective. You're asking me, a man whose wife was having an affair with that arsehole Miles on and off for five years, but I didn't see it. Besides, this isn't Julie we're talking about, this is Janet, and we both know she worships the ground you walk on."

It was true--you only had to see them together. You never saw them out without them holding hands. At fifty-two Eric was a little over seven years older than me, and Janet was in her mid forties. They had been married almost twenty-five years and they still can't pass without touching each other.

"You know that we, Janet and I, thought you and Julie were a match made in heaven. We thought it was only your reaction to that video that kept you apart. Then we find out she was screwing arsehole Miles, even when you were still married. I thought, if it could happen to you two, it could happen to any of us."

"Whoa, don't go blaming me for your suspicions. You've got to have more than that."

"That's the problem, Greg, mate. All I've got is suspicions, but her recent behaviour has made me think. Only a few months back she became extremely horny. I couldn't keep up with her--she wanted sex any place and all the time. She even wanted to do it on my desk at work. I know a bloke ain't supposed to complain that his wife wants a lot of sex. I mean, I'm a man, right? I'm supposed to be the one who always wants sex. Anyway, about two weeks ago all the demands stopped and I was back in charge of our sex life."

"Oh, for gods sake, Eric. Janet's at an age where her hormones are all over the place. Menopausal women frequently have swings in their sexual appetite. Think yourself lucky--many women go off sex altogether."

"I know all that, but there's more. Around the time the sex drive declined again, a face from the past came back to town."

"Okay, you've got me interested. Tell me about this face from the past."

"His name's Gerry Rawlings. He was Janet's boyfriend before she met me. Believe me, he is every bit as big an arsehole as Miles. I first met Janet when she was on the rebound from that bastard. He had taken her to a club and got her drunk. He spent the night flirting with another woman. On the way home with Janet he'd pulled into a lay by and fucked her. He took her virginity then took her home. After that she never heard from him again. She was really in love with him but she was just a piece of arse as far as he was concerned. Apparently he went back to the club for the other woman. He left town that night and moved in with the other woman. Janet was devastated. When I started to take her out it was months before I even got to first base. When we eventually slept together she fully expected me to dump her, as if I could ever do that. Anyway, a friend of mine ran into Gerry the other day. I said it was a pity he wasn't driving a truck at the time--when he ran into Gerry, that is. So Gerry told my mate that when he got back to town he was able to pick up exactly where he left off. Well, you see, he left town with the other woman that night. Where he left off was fucking my Janet."

"Okay, just what do you want from me?"

"Well, your Nicola's a police woman ... I thought perhaps she could help me find out what's going on, or at least help me find that bastard Rawlings so I can warn him off."

"Right, stop right there. There's no way we're involving Nicola in this. She loves her job and she's not putting that at risk."

Eric looked down at the floor and sat there shaking his head. "I know you're right, but I've got to do something--I can't lose her." He was now on the verge of tears.

"Okay, I didn't say I wouldn't help. I know people who know people. Before we start, if your suspicions are correct, what do you intend to do?"

"I don't know, what are the options?"

"Well, would you want to divorce Janet? What about Rawlings? Do you want him to disappear?"

"You can do that, make people disappear?"

"Not me personally, Eric, but I know people who can. For as little as a thousand pounds no one will ever hear of him again."

Eric's shudder was visible. "I'm not sure I want to go that far. Can't we just find out what's going on and decide what to do about it afterwards?"

"Tell you what, why don't you leave it with me and let me see what I can find out. Give me a couple of weeks."

We agreed to leave it at that and I finished my pint and went home. Over the next few days the problem laid heavy on my mind. I regarded both Eric and Janet as friends and if Eric's suspicions were right, and it looked to me like they were, both of them were going to get hurt.

Sunday found me in a London hotel room with Nicola, getting ready for the march to the Cenotaph for the annual Remembrance Sunday service. This year it was the turn of the Royal Marines to lead the veterans march. I had been invited and Chalkie Blackman, with the help of Nicola, had persuaded me to go.

"You know, we'll have to stop doing this soon," Nicola said as she moved her pussy up and down on my prick.

"Yeah, I know, but not just yet, eh." She had her knees either side of my waist and I was able to look at her gorgeous body as it rose and fell. I reached up to gently squeeze her enlarged breasts. "I hope these are staying after the baby is born."

"Well, I'm sure they'll stay for a while, but who knows how long? Oh, Greg, that's it, right there, yes."

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