Unforseen Outcome

My name is Barry Anderson and my wife of nearly 25 years is called Sheila. We met in high school and were soon inseparable. We dated all through school and with neither of us being particularly academic, we both left school at earliest opportunity. I found a job working in a car showroom and Sheila worked in a supermarket right up until we were married. Sheila stood at five foot three with short fair hair. Her slim figure and fabulous breasts were off limits to me before our engagement. A quick feel now and then was all she would permit prior to getting engaged. Once we were engaged, she loosened up a bit more, but actual intercourse was not on the cards. She was determined to be a virgin on her wedding night. That meant that I would be one too as she was the only girl I had ever dated. Her parents were very strict Catholics and even though they liked me, Sheila had to be back home before midnight when we had a date. In any case, we had few opportunities to be alone, her mother made sure of that. We married at eighteen and as she joined me at the altar, she took my breath away! She looked absolutely gorgeous in white wedding dress and as she lifted her veil, her face was radiant! She even winked at me as I stuttered through our vows. She sailed through her own vows and we were married! Our wedding night was not the great event we had hoped for. I suppose the anticipation of finally having sex was weighing heavily on us both. Despite many attempts and much stimulation from me, I just couldn't penetrate her pussy, she was that tight! She started to cry and was very upset that her long awaited defloration, hadn't happened. The next day we went to the local pharmacy and after a discrete talk with the kindly older lady who served Sheila and who explained that she may have cystitis or just a tough hymen and that many brides had similar problems. She advised us to buy some lubricant and try that first. If we still had problems we would need to consult a Doctor, but she advised us to try the lubricant first and above all, be patient! We returned to our hotel and immediately tried once more to make love. I spent a lot of time kissing her and trying to stimulate her by caressing her breasts and teasing her long nipples before moving down and gently rubbing her pussy with my fingers, liberally coated with the lubricant. This time I was successful in penetrating her, and she screamed as her hymen broke. I paused and slowly started to push deeper into her now slippery pussy. I was too excited and my own orgasm ripped in before Sheila got properly into it. We can laugh about it all now, but at the time it was deeply embarrassing for me. After a short rest, we tried again and this time I managed to hold out until I felt Sheila start to buck and then she emitted a loud scream as she came. That started me off and from that point on, our sex life improved beyond all measure. We got books from the library and studied them before experimenting with the suggestions of the authors. We found that we both liked giving and receiving oral and we tried anal sex once, but despite using a lot of lubricant, Sheila complained that it hurt too much and refused to permit me to try again! It was no big deal for me either. I didn't want to cause my wife any pain, sex should be enjoyable for both parties. Within three months, Sheila was expecting our first child and when we broke the news to her parents they were delighted. They also had something to tell us, Mary, Sheila's mother was also pregnant! She confided in Sheila that she had thought that she was too old for all that as her periods had been intermittent for over a year, but she had been caught out. Her father was delighted, but her mother was full of misgivings about starting rearing a baby at her age. It did solve one problem for us, as her mother volunteered to be our child minder when the time came. Mary knew that as a young couple just starting out, we had little enough money to spare. We had found a small terraced house that needed a lot of work and between that and the mortgage payments, we needed two salaries coming in to support us and our new baby. My job at the car showroom did not pay much and now that I was eighteen, I was eligible to join the Fire Service. It had always been my dream to be a Firefighter and I was jubilant when I was finally accepted after a rigorous interview and selection process. By the time Sheila delivered a baby boy, we named James, Mary also had her new baby, a daughter they called Amy. I was into my initial training, scheduled to last around 16 weeks. It was held at our Regional Training Centre and my time at home was limited during this time. When I was at home, the studying and homework took so much of our time together, but it was worth it and I was assigned to a Station in our local Fire Station District and settled into the routine shift work that comes with a fully manned station. Sheila meanwhile had decided she wanted to be a nurse and after completing the application forms and interview process, she was accepted onto the training scheme. Her mother, Mary became our child minder caring for baby James and her baby daughter Amy, his aunt! We soon settled into a routine and Sheila and I's sex life resumed its normal intensity of three or four times a week. That lasted until the pressures Sheila faced in gaining the qualifications needed meant that our sex life slowed down. She was tired and exhausted, but still had the demands of a young child to cater for. I tried to help whenever I was off shift but we were both finding it difficult at times. To gain her registration, Sheila had to get a degree in Adult Nursing and her course work was split between University and hands on experience on hospital wards She worked really hard to pass her exams and it took her three years to gain the qualifications demanded by the NHS. She applied for and began to work in our local Royal Infirmary. At first she was assigned to different wards to gain experience of nursing at all stages of the human life cycle. She loved being in the Maternity Wards, but after a few years found her true vocation in Accident and Emergency. Trauma Nursing was her favourite and she and I bumped into one another on occasion when attending major incidents, such as RTA's, bombings or other incidents where multiple casualties were anticipated. The danger was something we both accepted as going with the territory. The years passed and our life settled into routine. We both were still very much in love with each other and though our passion may have eased, we made a conscious effort to make time for each other. We both moved up our respective career paths and before we knew it, our son, James was off to University. I thought his absence would give Sheila and I a chance to rekindle our love life, but we were both still working shift patterns that seemed to rarely match. For most of our married life, shift patterns dictated our sex life. Sometimes it was I that was coming in after a nightshift to find Sheila getting dressed for her early shift at the Hospital, or vice versa. When we did get together, our sex life was getting mundane and predictable. We had been married for 24 years when I made the mistake of my life. We had talked repeatedly about changing our lifestyle, but apart from introducing toys and some sexy videos into our life, we never really made the leap into being more adventurous. It was the Internet that started it all! More specifically, it was a tablet that I bought her for her birthday that opened up our marriage. She discovered adult websites and we would share the video clips and stories that she found on these sites. Stories were her favourite and we both enjoyed reading about the tales of the sexual adventures other couples purported to get up to. We took them all with a pinch of salt, but some of them struck a chord with us. One night she started to read out a story to me about a wife coming home with a cream pie and when it was first mentioned, she, clearly not understanding what a cream pie was, asked me, "What is a cream pie?" I was well aware of what the writer was referring to as I had read similar stories before. I told her to continue to read and if it did not become clear I would explain. She read on and I watched as she became aroused. This was plainly visible as her breathing became shorter and she was squirming around on the bed. I took advantage and started to caress her breasts and slipped a hand down between her parted thighs and found her sopping core. Before long she put the tablet aside and asked me to fuck her. This I did and we had the best sex for a long time that night. She started to search for these type of stories and they more often than not, led to some wild sessions. I wasn't complaining about that, I had learned to take advantage of her when she was in the mood for sex. One night after I had spent myself into her gaping pussy, she pushed my head down towards her spread thighs. I cottoned on immediately what she wanted and I started to tentatively suck her clit and finding it not too disagreeable, I began to tongue her clit and lap at her exposed sex. She was holding me by my hair, pulling my head ever tighter to her jerking sex. I started to suck at her clit and she was writhing in the wake of multiple orgasms as they ripped through her, again and again. Finally she pulled me off her and begged me to fuck her, which I managed to do. It wasn't too often that I managed to rise to the occasion twice in quick succession! In fact, I couldn't remember ever having done so in the last ten years. Later as we lay entwined, I asked her about this new experience and if she had enjoyed it. She said yes and told me she wanted to add it to our repertoire of games. It became the norm for several months that I would go down on her after we had made love and suck our combined juices out of her. After a few months the effect started to wear off a little and to both our disappointment, the intensity of her orgasms tapered off. I was fucking her missionary style one night when Sheila surprised me when she whispered, "Marcus, you'll need to hurry and finish, my husband will be home shortly and he will kill you if he catches you screwing me like a slut!" I stiffened, this was a new development! We had not ventured this far in our fantasies before and as I thought about it I realised that it appeared that she wanted to pretend that I was her lover and not her husband. This appealed to my sense of humour, so I resumed with a bit more gusto and growled at her for effect, "Fuck him, he can wait and get my sloppy seconds when I've finished with you, not before!" She responded to that by saying, "If that's what you want Marcus, go ahead and use your slut any way you want, mark me, fuck me hard, make me come!" Once more I responded to the stimulus of her dirty speech and fucked her harder than I had ever done before. I sucked on her tits an even bit into her soft flesh leaving love bites that would be there for days afterwards. She had the first of many orgasms as I flooded her with my semen. She wasn't satisfied with that and when I withdrew from her steaming cunt, she pushed my head down to her crotch. This time I resisted and said, "No, I'll leave that for your husband as a memento of my visit. The next time I fuck you, maybe I'll let him watch how a slut should be fucked!" She moaned at that and started to masturbate using her vibrator and as she did that she said, "You had better go now, he'll be back soon and the last thing I want is to force him into accepting his wife is a cheating slut. He will know, of course, I can hardly disguise your marks on my tits and the love juice running out my vagina, but I don't want him to know who my lover is just yet." I got up and went to the toilet and had a pee and when I returned, Sheila was sitting in up on our bed and looking at me with an impish glint in her eye. "Come and see what I have for you." she whispered then she simply pointed to the juncture of her thighs and continued, "One very full cream pie for my husband to clean out of me!" I delved between her spread thighs and started to vacuum up our juices and she started to orgasm as I lapped at her clit. I felt my erection growing once more and I moved to mount her once more. This time I lasted a lot longer and when I did eventually climax, I doubt I managed to add to any sperm that remained within her body. She didn't come that last time, but clung to me as I shuddered into her receptive core. That set the pattern for the next half dozen or so times our shift patterns allowed us to get together. We would adopt various role playing situations, but always me as her lover first and then the second time as her husband. I got used to eating our combined juices out of her pussy and we both had some sensational orgasms from our deviant behaviour. I came home from work one evening, after working on late shift and as I entered our bedroom. I stopped short at the sight of Sheila lying naked on the bed, legs wide apart and with a huge grin on her face. What grabbed my immediate attention was the trail of some white substance leaking from her vagina and matting her sparse pubic hair. Without needing any further encouragement, I dived into her creamy pussy and started to use my tongue to bring her to her climax. It didn't take long she was soon bucking her hips in response to my attentions. My own erection was hard and aching for release and she waited impatiently as I pulled off my clothes before plunging my member deep into her saturated cunt and started to pump in and out pushing myself for my own release. I came hard and was gratified when Sheila also started to come in a gush of fluids. She had never squirted like that before and afterwards as we lay entwined, she said, "That was something else! I have never had so many orgasms in quick succession. I guess my trick with the whipped cream really worked well?" "Is that what it was, I did wonder for a second if I was really getting a cream pie?" "Tell me, would you truly be happy if I were to come home with a load from my lover deposited in my pussy?" she asked. I looked at her closely and could see the eagerness in her expression, as she awaited my response! Was she actually asking me if I wanted a real cream pie? Or was she just testing me, hoping that I would say no? I thought about my answer, I was torn, part of me wanted to stretch our sexual experience, but I was worried about the possible fallout. What if I responded incorrectly, would she take offence that I would like her to have sex with another man? My cock made the decision for me as it started to stir into life once more at the thought of her fucking another man for the very first time. Sheila was not long in realising this and smiled at me before going down to suck my member back to a fully operational state. This time she straddled me and was soon riding me to another orgasm. I lasted a lot longer this time and she soon tired from the exertion of pushing herself up and down on my member, so I rolled her over until she was under me, still impaled on my cock and started to ride her once more, missionary style. Her legs locked behind my thighs as she endevoured to pull me deeper into her soaking pussy. I was supporting myself on my elbows, trying to keep my weight off her as much as possible, but when my ejaculation came, I simply collapsed on top of her. She didn't have an orgasm that last time and when I tried to roll off her, she grasped me tightly preventing me from escaping her clutches. "So what's your answer? Do I find myself a lover and fulfill your fantasy or not?" she asked. I hesitated and trying to buy myself some time, I asked instead, "Do you have anyone in particular in mind for this assignation?" This time she paused before responding, "Did I tell you we have a rather dishy Anglo/Indian Doctor in A&E at the moment. His name is Dr. Martin Mistry and he has cut quite a swathe through the female nurses. He seems to concentrate on the married ones for some reason. He has an English mother and Indian father and he enjoys quite the reputation for being well endowed and as an accomplished lover. Or so the nurses who have succumbed to his advances tell me. He and I have been flirting for some weeks and I think he fancies his chances with me. So in answer to your question, young Dr. Mistry would do me just fine!" Wow! I thought. Now it's out in the open and I cannot deny that it was what I wanted, but I was scared also. Reputations, hers and mine were at risk. What if became common knowledge? Would we be able to live with the consequences of friends and family knowing our sexual peccadilloes? I rolled off her and as way lay side by side, I said, "I don't want to make a decision like this without giving it some more thought. Can we wait until tomorrow and discus the ramifications before we agree to continue with this?" She seemed to be happy that I didn't reject the idea out of hand and snuggled closer to me and said, "I think that would be best. Decisions made in the heat of lust are never that sound. Let's talk again when we have slept on it." The following day, we sat down and discussed whether we should do it or not. I talked about my concerns and reservations about her taking on a lover. Finally, we agreed that we would both like to try it, subject to certain conditions. 1.Either of us could end the affair by simply saying... enough! 2.She would not fuck her lover without my express permission before hand! 3.I was always to be on hand afterwards when she got home to get my reward! 4.I was to remain her first priority and the number one man in her life! The first one was intended to be binding on both of us. Either party calling 'enough', meant that there was to be no argument or debate about it! The contact with him was to cease immediately. The other three were to ensure that she did not meet with her lover without my approval. The last thing that I wanted was her attraction to develop between them. Their liaisons were purely for the sex and not love! Sheila accepted these conditions and then she embraced me and said, "You know that you are the man I love and I want to spend my life with you? It's just that I have never had another man make love to me and the curiosity is driving me mad. That, and the fact that it is a complete turn on for me when you eat your cum out of my pussy and the very thought of you doing the same thing for me, but with another man's sperm filling my pussy and leaking out onto your face is such a wickedly erotic thing for me. I will check our diaries to find a date when you will be available afterwards." She clearly had it all planned and thought out. I asked, "So when do you think you will be getting together with your Casanova Doctor?" She looked me right in the eye and said, "It'll work best when we're both on early shift. That won't happen again for a couple of weeks, so that should give him enough time to seduce me! So the best plan is for me to get together with him after work one day, fuck him and afterwards bring you your fresh pie to eat. Would you like that?" I was torn between the morality of what we were about to do and the lust to see her freshly fucked cunt. Sheila sensing my hesitation, now that we were about to commit ourselves to bringing another man into our sex life, a change she clearly wanted, moved dispel any reservations I had. She came and sat on my knee and wrapped her arms around me, the kissed me, our tongues entwined and at that moment I was lost. I'm remembered her statement of the previous night about decisions made in a moment of lust and as my cock started to swell once more, I recognized that the die was cast. We fucked like rabbits that morning until it was time for me to go to work on my last day of late shift. Sheila was just starting her first day of a late shift that would last for four days. We had a shower together and had our lunch and she promised to keep me informed of how her seduction by Dr. Mistry was progressing. At work, I was able to concentrate on the matter in hand as we had an RTA (Road Traffic Accident) to attend and I didn't have any time to dwell on my private life. I arrived home later that night to be met by a very excited wife. "You'll never guess? It was just so easy! All I had to do was give him a little encouragement and he was all over me like a rash. We're on for next Tuesday!" She cried, throwing herself into my arms and kissing me ardently. I managed to prise her off me long enough to get her to sit down and tell me how she had made the arrangements so quickly and she went over the whole scenario with me. She related how Martin and she had their break together, just before they had an influx of casualties from an RTA. I wondered if that was the same accident that we had been called out to attend, but anyway, they had sat with their snacks and he was flirting with he as usual, teasing her about how she was the only nurse that had resisted his advances and that none of his other conquests had spurned the chance to meet up with Percy! Sheila had to ask him, who Percy was and he just looked down to where his housecoat had fallen open revealing his erection clearly visible through his trousers. "That's Percy," he told her, pointing down and then said, "That is what I call my manhood and so far every lady that has experienced him, always come back for more!" Sheila recalled how she had decided to up the stakes and asked him outright, "What has Percy got that could possible persuade me to cheat on my husband?" She paused for a second then continued, "He told me, just give Percy one chance and you'll find out and I assure you, you won't be sorry! After that she said, "It was simply a case of checking availability, we didn't even kiss or sneak away for a quick grope in the linen cupboard, though he did suggest that he would like to sample the goods first, before taking me into his bed. I was determined to keep control of the affair, so I told him to be happy that I had decided to give him the chance and not to push his luck, the cocky bastard. Thinking about it, it was all pretty clinical, just like making an appointment to see your Doctor." We both giggled at her unintended pun and she then said, "I have arranged to meet him at his flat and do what comes naturally. I should be home by six at the latest. Is that OK with you?" I would like to say that the idea appalled me, but I was so aroused by the prospect that I grabbed her and practically raped her in my lust to prove to her that I loved her! The days until Tuesday dragged by and Sheila refused to let me make love to her. She said she wanted me to be randy enough to fuck the hole in a doughnut and by the appointed day I was so worked up that I could not concentrate on my work. I struggled through and drove home with high expectations for a memorable evening of sex with my wife. Six o'clock came and went without Sheila coming home or even contacting me. At eight, I tried her mobile, but it went straight to messaging. Finally at eight thirty, she came home with a huge smile on her face. That smile disappeared when she recognised that I was not best pleased about her later then promised arrival home. "Oh, you have finally remembered you have a husband?" Before she could say anything I continued, "Pity your mobile doesn't work either! You could have at least called to tell me what was going on." My anger was starting to take over, so I stomped off and went into our bedroom to calm down. A short while later, Sheila entered the room and came over to where I was lying on our bed and went on her knees to give me a hug. "I'm sorry for not calling you to tell you I would be later than anticipated, but Martin refused to let me leave! He had just finished fucking me for the third time and I started to get dressed, when he pulled me back into his arms and proceeded to do me again!" She stood up and slipped off her dress, she was completely naked apart from her panties that were almost transparent due to the wetness seeping from her pussy. She said softly, "I have your present in spades, all for you. He screwed me four times and in every case except one, he came in my pussy. So are you ready for your first cream pie or not? If not, I'll go and have a shower." I looked up into her questioning eyes and pulled her into me, crushing my face into her wet panties. She opened her legs wider and I could smell the sweat and also the distinctive smell of semen as it oozed from her well fucked pussy. I pulled her panties down and she stepped out of them. Then she pushed me back onto our bed, on my back. Without hesitating, she straddled my head, her knees on either side of my shoulders and pushed her soaking gash towards my waiting, salivating mouth. Without a pause, I started to lick at her gash, tentatively at first and then with more relish as I got to taste another man's spunk for the first time. She started to grind her sex into my face and gyrating her hips as her passion mounted. I could hardly breathe and it took all my strength to push her up off me for a few seconds to enable me to catch a breath. I continued to suck she shuddered and let out a scream as her orgasm took her. She tried to slip down my body, but I was gripping her buttocks so tightly she couldn't move and I continued to lap up the juicy deposits left by her and her lover. Soon, she came again and again as I continued my slavish attention to her gaping cunt. Finally, she groaned and said, "Please stop Barry. I can't take any more of this and I want you to make love to me and show why you're the number one man in my life!" I surrendered to her pleading and made love to her bringing us both a very nice climax. Afterwards as we lay together cuddling and waiting for me to recover from my efforts to satisfy my wife, I asked, "So, did Percy live up to his billing?" "Very much so." She replied. "he was everything a girl could desire and was very well educated in that respect. As I told you earlier, he had me four times and he left me wanting more. That's why I surrendered to my lust for just one more romp and why I was late in getting home. That won't happen again. I've sampled the delights of another man and while it was very satisfying and I had too many orgasms to count, it was an experience that won't be repeated! I'm calling 'enough'! I've had my fling and I hope that you will be content now that you have experienced your cream pie, but my behaviour scared me and I think it's best that we stop it right here and now!" I nodded my head in agreement with her. We had achieved what we wanted and both of us got what we wanted out of the affair, it was the correct decision to quit. Our sex life resumed, but by mutual consent the role playing ceased. We made love often and found our way back into a relationship based on our rekindled love for each other. I trusted here implicitly and never had any reason to suspect her fidelity nor did I raise the subject of her tryst with the Casanova Doctor and his Percy. We never referred to Dr. Martin Mystry directly, although she still worked with him every day. She had one piece of news about him that she did share with me, it appeared that he was moving to London as a junior surgeon and was scheduled to begin his new role at the end of the month. We had a long standing arrangement with her sister, Amy to babysit for her while she attended a weekend Hen Party in Dublin. Her sister had had very hard eighteen months of it. Firstly, she gave birth to her second child while her husband had been serving in Afghanistan with the Paras, then she got the news that he had been killed by and IED whilst on patrol. He never even got to hold his baby son. We had been delighted to help her out and the plan was for us to drive over on the Thursday evening and get used to the children's routine. That would let Amy get away for her hen party at lunchtime for the flight to Dublin. When I reminded Sheila of this the weekend before, she looked at me in horror. She was on night shift and had totally forgotten to rearrange her shift. She was due to finish night shift on the Saturday morning and promised to try and rejig her shift. Sheila worked her magic and managed to get a substitute for the Friday night, but there were only so many Nurse Managers around and Thursday night proved impossible to backfill. Sheila sat with me and explained it all and then said, "I will have to work Thursday night shift, but I will go home for a couple of hours sleep and then drive over to join you around two in the afternoon. I'm sorry, but that's the best I can do." I was pissed off about her lack of forethought and said so and I could see the hurt in her eyes, then I realised that it was pointless to make a big issue of this. I said in a more conciliatory manner, "No worries, shit happens. I'm sure that I will be capable of looking after the pair of them for a couple of hours on my own." Sheila hugged me and the matter was settled. The next few days were busy and by Thursday, I was ready for a break. I drove over to Amy's place, some three hours from where we lived and found her ready a raring to go. She was hyper at the prospect of having a whole weekend without worrying about her kids. She was concerned that Sheila was not going to be there but when I explained she would be there mid afternoon, she was a bit more relieved. Over dinner, we shared a bottle of wine and chatted about everything under the sun. I made a comment that she looked much more settled and relaxed since I last talked to her. At that time she was still very much in mourning for her husband, but now she looked much fresher and able to face the world once more. She smiled shyly and said, "Thanks. It's taken me a long time to come to terms with losing Ian, but I think I'm finally ready to live again. You never know some young Irish lad might just get lucky this weekend!" Amy was a very attractive young woman, little older than my son and I thought that if someone did get lucky with her, they should feel very grateful. Amy was a mirror image of Sheila at that age and she constantly reminded me of her, almost every gesture and mannerism was the same. I wished her luck and told her not to worry about anything over the weekend, Sheila and I were perfectly capable of taking care of everything. On that note we went to bed. The next morning was a bit chaotic, getting the two kids up, dressed and fed was not the problem. It was Amy who was rushing around double checking that she had provided everything that the kids may have need of. She even had a list of telephone numbers to call in case of an emergency. At last, it was time for her to go to the airport and the minibus arrived and with a quick kiss to her kiss she was gone. For the first time since I arose, I had time to think about Sheila and where she was on her schedule. She had promised to call me when she was about to depart, but it was only just after noon, so thinking that she may still be asleep, I decided not to call. The kids diverted my attention and I decided to take them to the park and let them let off some steam. Well, the eldest could, she was nearly three and a bundle of energy. The baby, Peter, was only eighteen months old, so he just crawled around in the grass. It was a warm day and I enjoyed watching them play. It took me back to a happy time when our son, James was just that age. With a start I realised that it was time to take the kids for their afternoon nap, they were both tired and getting antsy, so I repaired back to their home and put them down for their nap. I checked my mobile, still no word from Sheila, so I phoned home first and only got our answer machine. I tried her mobile, and it went to voicemail. She is probably driving, I thought so she won't answer while at the wheel, but why hadn't she contacted me first? Time moved slowly as I fretted and worried about where she could possibly be. My thoughts were not good ones! I started to wonder if her affair with her Doctor Mistry was really over! I admit that I was getting a bit paranoid about this guy, but before I could dwell on it too long the kids awakened and demanded my attention. I had the kids fed, bathed and in bed asleep before I heard her car stop in front of the house. I watched from the front window as she sat there, her mobile pressed to her ear. She was talking animatedly with someone and as I watched I could see by her facial expressions, she was not happy with the responses she was getting. When the call was terminated, she just seemed to deflate and slump in her seat for a minute or two. She looked up and saw me standing at the window and tried to give me a smile, but I could tell that it was a forced expression. When she entered her sister's house I was sitting in the armchair trying to keep calm. I noticed that she was walking stiffly and put it down to the long drive. She looked at me and I think she realised that I suspected her of cheating on me with Doctor Mistry because she didn't try to deny it. Instead she said, "Please Barry, can I try and explain what happened to you?" When I didn't answer her, she continued, "Martin was waiting for me when I came off shift and persuaded me to go with him for a coffee. He said he wanted to talk to me, that's all and foolishly, I agreed. We went to his flat and he tried to get me into bed, but I refused! I swear to you, I refused his advances, but then he got ugly and showed me some pictures of me in compromising positions. I had no idea that he had hidden cameras recording my previous visit to his flat. He told me that as he was leaving for London shortly, I could have them all back, but I had to let him fuck me one last time! So I let him lead into his bedroom and I stood there unresisting as he stripped me and then tied me to the bed. He blindfolded me and then began to caress me and he even used a vibrator in an attempt to get me aroused. I could lie to you and tell you he failed, but he succeeded and I was soon begging him to fuck me. After a while he released the restraints holding me, but forbade from removing my blindfold. He used me for about an hour and during that time he took me in every hole! I'm ashamed to admit it, but I was enjoying the way he used me and when he left me for a few moments, I thought he was finished with me." She paused and I prompted her, "but he wasn't was he?" "No he certainly wasn't. When he returned he started on me again and I found myself responding once more, begging him to fuck me harder. But I realised that something was different, this was not the same man. For a start he smelled differently. Not an aftershave smell or anything like that, no this was a smell of stale sweat and the odour was very strong. It didn't matter that much, this man was well endowed! I knew that when he forced his cock into my mouth, but once he started biting my tits and fucking me, I was coming like and express train. We fucked for ages, I lost track of time mainly due to the number of orgasms I was having. I think I even passed out for a few moments at one point. Eventually he was finished with me he left. Then Martin came back in and led me into his bathroom. He put me in his shower and gently washed me and helped clean up the mess that he and his companion, whoever he was, made on and in me. He helped me dress and then took me back to my car. He even gave me the photographs, they're in the car if you're interested. "And you never stopped to consider me or your commitment to stop seeing him?" "I told you, he had photographs and I couldn't afford to let them be circulated around the hospital. They would have destroyed us! I took the only option open to me at the time. What else could I have done?" she responded throwing the ball back into my court. "You could have called me, for a start! I could have sorted him out without any fuss and you would not have broken our agreement about meeting him again. I think you wanted to meet up with Percy again and that's why you went so willingly. Those photographs are a convenient excuse to justify your actions!" I retorted. I was getting angry and tried hard to control my temper. Losing it would not help our situation. We argued the point round and round for another hour before Sheila finally lost her temper and said, "Look this is getting us nowhere fast. I found myself in a predicament, I took the solution offered and what happened next, happened. It's done now and we can't change it! I know you are pissed that I broke our agreement, but it won't happen again! He is leaving for London at the end of the month and he assured me that he will not be bothering by him again once he leaves town. I believe him and he is enough of a gentleman to keep his word." There was not much I could say in response to that. I had encouraged her to go with him and now that it expanded into areas I didn't like, then, it was as much my fault as hers. We went to bed and I was surprised when she put on pajamas as she normally slept in the nude. I queried her attire and she said, "What if I have to get up for the kids in the night? Do you expect me to wander around the house stark naked?" I was tempted to say she could have brought a house coat or dressing gown, but decided we had fought enough for one night and turned over to try and get some sleep. It didn't happen very often, but this was one of those nights when we both turned out backs on one another without a goodnight kiss. Surprisingly, I slept well and awoke to the sounds of the kids screaming for attention. I had forgotten that aspect of babysitting and was relieved that Sheila was awake, already dressed and ready to attend to their needs. She seemed in a better mood and the children were so lively and full of energy that it lifted both our spirits. We had always enjoyed being with youngsters, so we took them out for the day to the seaside and slowly regained our equilibrium. Amy returned from her hen party, looking much less stressed and she smiled at me when I asked, "Did you manage to get lucky then? "That's a story best kept secret and a Lady never discloses any information about what happens on a hen night!" she replied. Sheila suggested to Amy that she should consider selling up here and moving closer to where we lived. There were more job opportunities where we lived and she said she would consider it. Sheila and I travelled in convoy on our return trip and brooded about her delayed arrival and the reasons she had put forward. Her answers while on the face of it plausible and she hadn't tried to hide any details about what went on or her enjoyment of the situation. I was still unhappy about what had happened. The same story would have fitted just as well if she had planned the whole thing. The cover story of how she had been blackmailed into complying with his wishes, was a little too convenient but I was at a loss about how to challenge her about it. If she stuck to her story, all I would achieve by pursuing the matter again would be to alienate her further from me and that was the last thing I wanted. We had a lot on our plate this weekend with our upcoming Silver Wedding celebrations. All the invitations were sent out. Sheila and I had discussed whether Dr. Mistry should be invited or not. I didn't want him anywhere near her, but she said that it would stand out like a sore thumb if we didn't invite him. She assured me that we simply had to ask him, but it was unlikely that attend. She promised that she would tell him it would be better all round if he simply made his excuses and kept away. With that assurance, we got on with the rest of the arrangements. The honeymoon suite was booked. I had no intention of driving home afterwards and sharing the honeymoon suite with my wife would be a nice romantic touch and go a long way to healing the rift between us. My son and his girlfriend elected to stop over in the hotel as well, so we offered his room and our house to Amy. She was on a tight budget now and she was very grateful for any help with her finances. Our best man, Pete Briggs would be there with his wife along with many workmates from both our professions. In all we expected around one hundred to attend. The band was booked and Pete had promised to keep his speech short. I didn't care for long speeches, but at an event like ours and knowing Pete, he would be up to something to embarrass Sheila and I. He was a great pal and he and his wife, Andrea had shared many a holiday with us, so he warned me that he had plenty of photographs that he would be using to help with his speech. That worried me more than a little, we had some pretty wild times after the kids were in bed! Nothing that would shock anyone, he assured me, but who likes to see old photographs of oneself, albeit, a much younger and more immature person in stupid situations? He had plenty to go at, but I knew he would not embarrass us too much. Our big night came and we had a great meal, plenty of wine and everyone was enjoying themselves. Sheila looked absolutely stunning in a dark green silk dress that fitted her like a glove. Everyone complimented her on her appearance, some the males looked at her barely concealing their lust, when they thought I wasn't looking and the ladies with envy! The dancing had started and Sheila and I led the way with the first dance and soon the party was in full swing. I lost contact with Sheila for a little while and went to find her. The band was going to take a break shortly and Pete wanted to make his speech during the interval. I found her after a quick search and was angry to see that she was dancing in the arms of her Doctor Mistry! He hadn't been present for the meal, so he must have been a late arrival and my temper was not helped by the fact that she didn't seem to be bothered about his presence. She was smiling at him and exchanging some whispered words as the danced around the floor together. So much for her promise about him not attending I thought to myself and as I watched I considered what my response should be. This was the man that had fucked my wife and sent her home with love bites on her tits and his semen swimming in her pussy! He knew when he marked her that she wouldn't be able to hide those marks from me, therefore, I must have accepted her infidelity and forgiven my wife for that. He also, allegedly, blackmailed my wife into having sex with him and another man and again sending her back to me covered in love bites! I wanted to confront him, but this was not the time. To confront here and now would embarrass both Sheila and me but by the same token, he had to understand that he was not welcome to join our anniversary celebrations. When the dance was over, I strode towards him and he must have noticed me coming and he whispered something in Sheila's ear. She shook her head and then looked towards me and broke away from her lover, reaching out her arms to intercept me. I took her arm and guided her away from him and practically shoved her into Pete's arms. The music had started again as I pursued the Casanova doctor out of the room and into the gents toilet. I didn't notice at the time, but I was followed into the Gents by two pretty large black guys! I grabbed hold of him and he looked scared for a moment until the two black guys pulled me off him. Still restrained by his two companions he smiled at me and said, suddenly brimming with confidence, "Sheila must have told you that I would be leaving town, next week as it happens and that I would not be bothering her again. I must say, she is a very good and enthusiastic companion and I couldn't leave town without saying farewell to her. These two gentlemen are colleagues of ours, Marcus the large gentleman to your right, is a fellow nurse and Jerome on the left is an orderly. They both so admire your wife and I advise you to watch her carefully or they may usurp your place in her life. She is a very passionate woman and has a lot of needs, needs that you apparently cannot fully assuage." He paused for a moment and nodded to Jerome and Marcus and they spun me round and Marcus held me as Jerome punched me once in the gut. My legs deserted me and if Marcus had not been supporting me I would have collapsed on the toilet floor. As it was, I was gasping for breath and they waited patiently until I had recovered a little and then he continued, "We don't want this to get violent tonight of all nights for you both, so this is what is going to happen. I will not be staying here much longer, I have achieved my objective. Sheila will be attending to my needs shortly and you will not interrupt us. Marcus and Jerome will see to that! I assure you she will come to me willingly, so you will have no reason to call the police and when I have finished with her, you will be free to resume your celebrations. She may be a little bit sore, but she likes a bit of pain and I'm sure that all your needs will be catered for fully. Now, Jerome and Marcus are going to release you, but please don't be stupid, they will hurt you if they have to. Good evening and thank you for inviting me." He turned and left as I was released by my captors. Then they to, left me and I immediately threw up the contents of my meal into the urinal. I was just trying to clean myself up when Pete found me and asked me what had happened to me. They were waiting to do the speech and needed me there so they could begin. I told him, "It must have been something I ate and that I would join them shortly. I was forced to stand beside my cheating wife as Pete made his speech. At another time or another situation, it would have been extremely funny, the audience seemed to enjoy it, but my smiles were forced throughout. He wound up his speech with a series of photographs of Sheila and I, from our courting days through to earlier this year. I had tears in my eyes as I watched the history of our marriage unfold. Sheila held my arm tightly as I struggled to contain my emotions. When Pete's presentation was finished, she tried to kiss me on the lips, but I turned my head away at the last moment she kissed my cheek instead. I could see the hurt in her eyes and as she withdrew and then I prised Sheila's fingers off my arm and gently pulled her into a quiet corner of the room. "You had better circulate and talk to our friends. I can barely handle speaking to you at the moment. You promised me that he wouldn't turn up tonight and he has and the way you were hanging onto his every word when you were dancing with him made my blood boil. I tried to tell him to fuck off, but your co-workers, Jerome and Marcus prevented me. Just in case you're in any doubt, enough is enough! I am giving you the message loud and clear! Do you understand what I'm referring to?" Sheila looked stricken and more than a little drunk. I knew for a fact that she had only been drinking tonic water all evening except for our toast earlier, but now she appeared to be in that dreamy state that alcohol induces, where nothing seemed to penetrate ones consciousness. I made a note to check with the barman about who bought her last drink. My chain of thought was distracted by her reply. "I'm so sorry, I tried to keep away from him, but every time he beckons, my resolve not to respond just seems to turn to jelly! I don't want to fuck him, but he just has to summon me and I start to flood my knickers and my nipples get so hard, it's hard to think of anything but responding to him as he demands!" I held her by the arms and looked her in the eye and said, "Sheila, you must concentrate on what we have just watched. You have seen those clips from, a happier time. If you like, it's a potted history of our life together in home videos and stills. Please focus on that when you feel tempted. You only need to keep control of yourself for a few hours more then, I will take you to our honey moon suite and prove to you that making love with the one you adore is far more satisfying than being used as a fuck toy by him." Her eyes filled with tears which she quickly dried with a tissue before she turned away from me. I watched as she circulated amongst her friends and colleagues, but carefully away from her lover. I also noted that she had another drink in her hand as I walked over to Pete and spent some time with him and their other friends. I danced a few times with Amy and with Dawn, Pete's wife. I tried to keep track of what Sheila was up to, but stopped bothering when I spotted her going out the room in a hurry. She was alone, so maybe she was just going to the Ladies and I started to go after her and check on what she as up to, then thought, what's the point, she's going to do whatever the fuck she wants and if I am not part of that equation, so be it. At last the long evening was over and our friends were starting to drift away, Sheila was nowhere to be found but I also noticed that our Casanova doctor and his henchmen had disappeared. I didn't have time to go and find her, our departing guests were taking all my attention. I set about collecting the many presents we received and making notes about who had made them, so we could thank them formally. We had specifically stated that we didn't need or want any, but many of our friends ignored that detail. I looked for Sheila to help me cart them back to our room, but yet again she was missing. Her sister, Amy gave me a hand to gather them up and the hotel provided a trolley. Together, we loaded them on and with Amy's help with the doors, transported them back to the Honeymoon Suite. I used the card key and opened the door and found Sheila lying naked on the huge bed. Amy started towards her sister and stopped abruptly, her hand going to her mouth in shock! The cause of her sudden halt was obvious, Sheila was lying naked and spread-eagled on the bed, are arms and legs were stretched apart and she was bound to the bedposts by adhesive tape! She had a sheet covering her lower half and she was muttering to herself, almost inaudibly in fact. Sheila's face was flushed, but her eyes were a little vacant, as if she as lost in a dream world I moved to her to try and hear what she was saying and when I touched her shoulder to check if she was OK, she screamed as if I attacked her! Then I noticed the welts on her upper body! It looked as though someone had taken a belt and whipped her! Her breasts had suffered badly with four or five red weal's already starting to turn to purple hue and one was even bleeding where a buckle or something had pierced her skin. Amy had recovered from her shock at seeing her poor sister's abused body and helped me to remove the sheet and the binding tape. Another shock awaited our eyes, as my wife had even more welts across her tummy and thighs, but it was the sight of blood on the sheets that had me transfixed for a few moments. My wife's attacker had forced what appeared to be a complete banana from the complimentary fruit basket in the room, up her vagina and it was still lodged between her splayed legs! We could see it was an banana from the hard kernel at the end, all that was visible in her exposed pussy. It was the most obscene sight that I had ever witnessed and whoever had perpetrated this vile act must have used considerable force, as the blood was still seeping round the edges of the misplaced fruit. Part of me wanted to go to her assistance and the other part just wanted to flee the scene. I was shocked and disgusted by the sight of my wife and the knowledge that I had started this whole situation by conspiring with her to take a lover. Now the result was this, a bleeding and broken marriage! It was Amy who shook me out of my reverie almost shouting at me to call for an Ambulance. Sheila became animated at this prospect and screamed out "No! Please no Ambulance. They will take me to the Royal and all my colleagues will see me like this. It will finish my career, so please if you love me at all, do not call 999! If you do, I will never regain their respect when they find out what a slut I am! Amy, You and Barry can fix me up. All you need to do is remove the banana and put a Kotex in to stem the flow." She was sobbing as she said this and then by way of an explanation said, "I told them that I was having my period, but they wouldn't listen. It's just my period that's causing the bleeding. Please, just help me to get it out of me and I will explain what happened tonight." Them! That implied that there had been more than just the Doctor Mistry involved! I suppose that I shouldn't have been surprised at that news, but somehow it caused me to pause and consider just what the hell we were doing? I was genuinely upset at how my wife had been treated by her doctor friend and his friends. The beating they had given her made me extremely angry. Granted she had, as far as I was aware, gone with them freely and the abuse she had suffered as a result horrified me. I decided to wait and hear her side of the story before deciding what to do about it, but one thing was certain, her assailants would not go unpunished! Regardless of whether Sheila had been complicit in her abuse or not, I was determined to dish out some retribution. Amy took charge and asked me to hold her knees and pull them up towards her abused breasts. Sheila moaned and gritted her teeth as Amy tried to prise the offending fruit from her sister's vagina. She couldn't get a grip on a big enough portion to pull it out and realising it was futile and gave it up and went to wash her hands and get a towel to clean up some of the blood seeping from my wife's pussy. When she released her grip on the banana, I still held my wife's knees up to her chest and took a look to see if maybe I could do better a better job than Amy. I was able to see past Sheila's pussy to see her anus was gaping open and a mixture of watery excrement and semen was oozing out her arse! The bastards had fucked her arse after finding out that she was telling the truth about her period! I don't know why that surprised me, but it did. I would have thought a doctor would have a bit more consideration for his own personal hygiene. Amy came back into the room bearing a bowl of hot soapy water and a towel. She instantly saw the same sight as I did and once more took command of the situation. "Go back to the function room and get me two forks! She commanded me and like an obedient soldier I practically ran from the room to do as I was bidden. It only took me a few moments to get the implements and return with the forks. I again held my wife's legs apart and open exposing her womanhood as Amy first cleaned up the area around Sheila's nether regions and then using the forks, she prodded the banana and managed to spear one fork through the outer skin. She then did the same with the other one and started to work the banana out of my wife's vagina. It took a bit of effort and Sheila was squirming and twisting in an attempt to assist, but really all she was achieving was making Amy's job harder. "Stop fucking twisting around like that! You're making it more difficult for Amy. I commanded and for once in her life, she did as I ordered. Amy worked some more at removing the offending fruit from my wife's vagina and suddenly, Sheila uttered a little half scream as the fruit exited her pussy with aloud plop, followed by a stream of bloody fluids. Amy gently used the washcloth and hot water to gently clean her sister's ravaged pussy and then dried it off with the towel. I waited until she had finished cleaning up my wife and then said, "Amy, thank you for all your help, I couldn't have handled it alone, but I think Sheila and I need to be alone now. We have a lot to discus and I don't think it's going to be a very pleasant conversation, so it would be better if you leave us." Amy just nodded and after a quick glance to her sister, she quickly gathered up her stuff and left without another word. Sheila had risen from the bed and started for the toilet, when I stopped her and forced her to sit back down on the bed. "You just couldn't resist the temptation, could you?" I asked bitterly. "I asked you, no pleaded with you to resist, but you still went with him! You promised you would stop, all I had to do was say enough, but you still persisted. Well, I want you to know that as you refuse to stop, you have left me no option, I'm leaving you here on your own and suggest you think about our marriage and where it's heading, probably to the divorce court they way I feel right now!" She tried to speak, but instead started to cry. Normally, I would have taken her into my arms and comforted her, but not this time. She had humiliated me and dishonoured me once too often. Revenge was the single thought running through my mind, my marriage problems would need to wait, I had unfinished business with the a certain Doctor Mistry, but my problem was, I didn't have any idea of how to go about it! I waited until she had composed herself once more and as she tried to tell me some excuse about blackmail and protecting her reputation, I stopped her short by saying, "Fuck your reputation, you didn't give it a thought when you let him and his gang fuck you in the arse tonight, you simply surrendered to your lust. Maybe the beating was more than you expected, but only you know the truth about that! I don't want to continue this conversation at the moment. I think it's best if we resume this discussion tomorrow morning! Goodnight." With that said, I turned and stomped out the door, leaving behind a crying wife. The receptionist called me a cab and I was home thirty minutes later. I was emotionally exhausted, so went straight to our room and stripped before crawling into bed and into a troubled sleep. Sometime around dawn, I was disturbed when I felt the bed shake. A warm naked body joined me and before I realised my morning erection was engulfed in a warm, wet pussy. I opened my eyes to see that it was Amy! When she realised that I was awake, she was quick to get astride me and moving so sensuously that I knew I was going to erupt very quickly. I tried to say something, but she just placed her finger to my lips telling me not to say a word. Instead she said, "Remember, we talked about some Irishman getting lucky a few weeks ago, I nodded my head to confirm that I remembered the conversation. "Well none of them came close, I decided that you were the one I wanted to end my celibacy, so lie back and let me fuck your brains out!" Amy proceeded to do just that. When I had spent myself inside her hot pussy, she sucked me back up again and getting on her hands and knees said, "This time from the back. Ride me and ride me hard!" When we both came once more, we fell asleep in each other's arms and it wasn't until much later that we were awakened by my clearly angry spouse. Sheila was standing at our bedside, spitting feathers that I dared to cheat on her and with her sister at that! I decided to go the attack for once and retorted, "What's so different about me taking a lover, you've been doing exactly the same thing, breaking our agreement in the process. Now you are experiencing the same reality as I do every time you went with him! Learn to live with it or we separate, because I'm not going to accept being the cuckold wimp any longer!" "But you're not a wimp, a cuckold maybe, but definitely, no wimp and you're my cuckold. I'm sorry about last night, I don't know why I responded to them, but I was feeling euphoric for some reason and everything in my world was rosy. I tried to remember what you said about focus, but it just didn't seem that important by that time. You know the rest, they abused me and I couldn't do anything to stop them!" she wailed. Amy slipped from the bed and made for the shower, "You two need to talk this out and I don't want to hear any more just yet. Sort yourselves out and then talk to me, because from what I see, you have lost the ability to communicate!" Sheila looked at her sister and said, with more than a touch of venom, "You bitch, you couldn't wait to fuck my husband the minute I was otherwise engaged!" "Otherwise engaged? By that you mean getting yourself tied up, whipped and anally raped! Not to mention that fucking banana that I had to remove from your cunt! I never thought that my sister was a skank, but that's the only word to describe you, sister dear. I suggest you think twice before you start name calling!" Amy retorted. This was turning out to be a quite nasty interchange and made me think about the relationship between siblings, but I decided to stop it at that point before they had a chance to say something that result in a real cat fight. I wanted to inflict some more suffering on my wife, so I told Amy that I would get in touch with her later and to get dressed and leave which she did. Sheila and I spent the rest of the day arguing. Basically, her case was that it came around to cause and effect. I had encouraged her to stray, she did and brought me home the cream pies I desired. Despite the fact that she found that she liked the sex, her love for me made her determined to stop! She had tried but between the blackmail and her lust, she had slipped back into the affair. Up to last night that was, the brutality of the way she was treated scared her. She wanted me to sort out Jerome and Marcus as they were demanding that she became their slut and had videos of her to ensure she complied! If not, they would post then on the Internet and email all her colleagues with the details. For my part, I too wanted to ensure the videos were destroyed. Not because of the threat the represented to Sheila's career, but because they would embarrass me personally. I was also determined to make them pay dearly for assaulting my wife. That left me with the dilemma of what to do about my wife. I was angry about her behaviour and knew that I could no longer trust her. She had turned into a wanton slut and I realised that we had to separate for a while. Pete was right about one thing though, those images of our happy years together made me realise that we had many happy times during our marriage and I wondered if it was worth fighting for. I told her that I was going to leave her until I could sort out in my own mind what I wanted from life. She begged me to stay with her and give her another chance. She said, "Look, if walk out on us now, you will never come back to me! Once you have walked out the door, I know that you're far too proud a man to admit that you have made a mistake. I want to make our marriage work again! By all means move into the spare room, if you must, but at least give us a chance to save our marriage first!" Deep down, I knew her analysis of my personality was spot on. I could very rigid at times, black and white, no shades of grey existed for me when it came to trusting people. So I decided that she was right. "For the sake of our marriage, I will remain living here, but I warn you, I'm angry with you and I may some things that you won't like to hear!" "I don't care, say what you want, most of it will probably be true. I have cheated on you and went back on or agreement in a blatant disrespect of your wishes. I don't remember why I went with him, only, that to my shame, I did!" Our debate was interrupted at that point by the front door bell and when I opened it I was astonished to see Marcus standing there with his hands held up, palms facing towards me and apologetic look on his face. He asked if he could come in and talk to us for a few moments. I shrugged and thought, what the hell, I might as well hear what the next piece of blackmail was to be and let him enter. Sheila was sitting in the armchair and I sat in the other, leaving Marcus the couch to himself. He was clearly nervous about what he was going to say, so I decided to help him along, though my instinct was to throttle him! He was a lot bigger than me, so any fight would only have one outcome, so I curbed my temper. I would need to get a weapon of some sort before I tackled this big bastard! "You asked to speak with us, so get on with it before I do something I may regret!" I said. He smiled at that and gave me a look that confirmed that he was confident that he could take me any time he desired. He cleared his through and started, "First, I want to tell you that I had nothing to do with what the Doc and Jerome did to your wife. I was just there, outside the room on guard with orders to prevent you entering the room. I thought they were only going to screw her and leave, but when I saw what they did, I know I have to quit working for him." I interrupted and asked, "You work for him?" "Yes," he replied. He employs me and Jerome to protect him from angry husbands. Sheila is not the only woman he has been messing with. Believe me he needs the protection! I need the money he pays as I got into debt of a loan shark and he's been bleeding me bad, but not that bad that I will sit back and let the Doc drug and abuse women any longer. I will tell him I'm quitting tonight. He's leaving town next week in any case, so I will need to find some other means to clear my debt." Over the course of the next hour, Jerome explained more about the Casanova Doctor Mistry than I really wanted to know. It appears that he is a serial predator and until Sheila had been content to fuck them and leave them. He revealed that Sheila had been the Doc's hardest conquest and it was only the previous night that he had found out how he managed to make her so compliant. "I don't know if you know anything about pure alcohol, I didn't until this morning. The Doc had given me the empty vial to dispose of. It was clearly marked up as coming from the Hospital Pharmacy and I looked it up on the internet, but a small dose can induce feeling of euphoria and loosen up inhibitions. It can also lead to a loss of the ability to make balanced decisions. Anyway, I found out that he slipped a measure of pure alcohol into her drink early doors! He told me that it was just a little stimulus and made a big joke about it and I was told that it just loosened her up a bit. It sure worked because shortly after, Sheila became quite flushed and easily suggestible. The rest you know. I just wanted to apologise for not preventing what happened, as I said, I didn't realise that they were giving her pure alcohol and I am disgusted that I had been a party to rape!. Until this morning, I thought Sheila had gone willingly with them into the room and even if the treatment she received from them was appalling, she went of her own volition. Once I found out the truth, I had to come and put you straight." I didn't know whether to punch him out, not that that would have been the brightest thing I would ever do, the guy was way bigger, younger and physically more imposing than me or shake his hand for at least having the decency to come and tell me. I found myself thanking him and shaking his hand. Sheila watched our encounter with a look of apprehension on her features right up to the point where we shook hands. Realising that I was not going to attack Marcus she got up from where she was seated and went over and kissed him in the cheek. She had tears running down her face and thanked him again before running into the toilet to clean herself up. Marcus asked if I intended to inflict some retribution on her rapists and when I confirmed that I fully intended to, he said, "I can help set them up for you." He went on to tell me that since next Wednesday was the Doc's last day in town, the Doc and Jerome planned to get Sheila for one last time together. After that, Sheila would be Jerome's to do with as he wanted! Marcus told me they planned to get her to come to a pub down near the docks and then take her into a disused warehouse and film the action as they 'put her through her paces' as they termed it. The recording would be Jerome's to keep her in line if she got antsy about her free transfer to his not so tender care. We made our plans and when they were complete, Marcus left. I talked to Pete and explained the whole thing to him and then I told him that I would need an alibi for the night in question and he said, "No problem. You will be watching United and Liverpool with me and the boys. I have a pick axe handle if you need it." Now that was an equaliser to end all equalisers and told him that I would pick it up before Wednesday. As expected, Sheila got a call from the bold Doctor Mistry with instructions to meet him down by the docks at eight on Wednesday. She was instructed to wear a short mini-dress and nothing else. I heard her on the phone as she tried to act reluctant, but the end result was the good doctor reverting to type and warning her that he had other photographs he could absentmindedly leave around the hospital. He also warned her that Jerome had a special night planned and she had better bring plenty of lubricant! What he didn't know was that I had recorded the whole conversation. One can't be too careful when dealing with slippery swine like him and Jerome. Wednesday evening came and Sheila was standing outside the pub, dressed like a tart as demanded. Not exactly out of place as the area was a notorious red light area. Finally, fifteen minutes late, the doctor's X5 drew up. Marcus was driving and Jerome got out and tried to pull a reluctant Sheila into the back. He didn't even see me, so intent was he on trying to secure his slut. I cracked the pick axe handle against his arm and heard the resulting scream as an indication that something was broken. I pushed him into the back, then Sheila climbed in followed by me. The good doctor, tried to get his door open to flee, but Marcus had engaged the central locking system, so he was trapped. As Marcus drove off, I looked behind to see if anyone had noticed us, but if anyone had been watching, they decided to do a Nelson and turn a blind eye. Marcus drove to the disused warehouse and parked the X5 in an alley. We all got out the vehicle and walked down the alley and I had to grab the doctor as he tried to make a bolt for it. I tapped him lightly on the knee cap with my persuader and he collapsed with a shattered knee cap. I then stuffed a gag into his mouth to keep him from screaming too loudly. Jerome was more subdued as Marcus had him by his broken arm and only had to give it a tweak to make him amenable. We entered the warehouse through an old fire exit door. The place was obviously used by prostitutes and addicts as there were a lot of used condoms scatted around as well as discarded hypodermic needles. The Casanova doctor watched as I took his little case that I found as Marcus predicted, in the glove compartment and opened it. There were three vials of a clear liquid, I assumed was the pure alcohol and a nice new syringe. I removed a vial from the case and instead of using the new syringe; I bent and picked up one of the discarded ones from the filthy floor. I hoped that whoever dropped it was HIV positive! The doctor started to struggle and it took another tap from the persuader to get him to relax once more. Sheila watched and as I started to draw the contents of the vial into the used syringe, she warned, "Be careful! Too much and you'll kill them." I walked over to her prime tormentor and I could see the fear in his eyes as I pulled up his sleeve. "What's wrong?" I asked, "scared of a little touch of your own medicine?" I injected him and watched as the neat alcohol worked into his bloodstream. He was soon slumped against the wall and we let him slide down until he was propped up, back to the cold brickwork. Next I turned my attention to Jerome and soon he too was braced against the wall. I waited a while for the alcohol to take hold and then, placed the Doctor's right hand on a brick, holding it in place with my boot, before bringing the pick axe handle down on his fingers. That did bring him to life as he silently screamed through his gag and struggled to escape his tormentors. Marcus had to hold him by the shoulders for the second blow to his wrist. He would never be able to hold a scalpel ever again! I then signaled Sheila over and she started to pull down their jeans and underwear exposing their genitals. "Are you sure you want to go through with this part, or shall I do it?" I asked her. "Yes, I'm sure. They both deserve everything that's coming to them!" she replied and then before she changed her mind, she opened the jar and poured the contents over first, the Casanova doctors genitals and then those of his partner in her rape, Jerome's! We left them, both propped up against the wall and semi-conscious from their injections. We turned at the sound of the rats already scratching around, drawn by the smell of the honey from the jar. I stopped to look back and already several rats were attacking the sweet sticky foodstuff spread around the rapists genitals. They two rapists were just sufficiently intoxicated to realise what was happening, but too inebriated to make an effective defence. As we exited the building we heard the first scream..... Sheila returned to work the next day and when she checked the admittances from the previous day, she noted that two patients had been admitted with severe alcohol poisoning and serious damage to their gentitalia caused by rodents. They also had some broken bones that needed attention. It appeared that the emergency services received an anonymous 999 call at 21.30 the previous night and found the two men in a state of shock and suffering from the effects of their ordeal! Sheila arranged a short term transfer to the men's ward they were residing in and told me she enjoyed changing their dressings! Both men were too terrified to complain! The police, interviewed me for several hours, but my alibi was secure. Sheila denied ever being in the vicinity and the CCTV footage from the pub's car park security camera was inconclusive. Marcus had taken away the good doctor's X5 and we all stripped off our clothing and left the vehicle burning on another part of the estate. The pick axe handle was also in the burning vehicle, so no weapon was ever found. In an attempt to support my alibi and demonstrate my full cooperation, I admitted that I knew Doctor Mistry and Jerome. I also told them of their attempt to blackmail my wife into having sex with them. I played them the taped telephone conversation and the Police immediately impounded that. As for the photographic evidence, Marcus had found the Doctor's laptop containing all the photographic evidence in the X5 and it went up in flames with the vehicle. I don't think for one minute that the coppers believed my story, but with a secure alibi, they had little evidence to secure a conviction, so they dropped the case. Doctor Mistry was never charged with anything due to insufficient evidence. The last I heard about him was that he had returned to India and was working as a GP in Mumbai. Jerome no longer works as a nurse, he's now a bouncer at some sleazy strip club. Sheila and I have worked hard to save our marriage and our sex life is now once more completely satisfying. Amy did indeed move back to town and moved in with us while supposedly looking for her own home. She was on a tight budget and it was over a year before she found the right place. During that time, Marcus became a frequent visitor and he and I found that we both liked cream pies! Amy and Sheila both work hard to ensure we both get all we can handle, but this time it is all kept within the family, so to speak! 489 2.03/512345