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The Weekend Pt. 03

All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.

(c)Andyhm 2015

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This is the last part of a three-part story.

I've placed this story in the loving wives category, although it could just as easily be in Romance or Erotic novels. Please let me know if you think I was wrong. But be warned I will delete non-constructive and insulting anonymous comments! If you are looking for a BTB or cuckold story, I give you fair warning stop reading now you are only going to waste your time.

The whole story is over forty-three thousand words so I've split it into three parts. Unusually for me, all three parts are finished and will be submitted on consecutive days.

This story needs an explication. And I gave it as a foreword to the first chapter so as I know you've all read the first two parts I don't need to repeat it all here!

This story started out as my interpretation of what a 'Get out of jail free' story should look like. I do realise it's grown and morphed into something entirely different. Me bad!!

I like to build up my stories with a fair degree of background. In this case, I really needed to explain why an entirely rational man would consider offering his wife-to-be, the opportunity to stray, if only once. And what happens when she finally decides she'd like to take him up on his offer.

This is my homage to this style of tale and I hope you enjoy it. It's full of discussion because it's my belief that regular people try to talk out their problems and not resort to excessive violence.


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Oh, what the fuck I thought, in for a penny, in for a pound. "On Wednesday, she told me she wanted to go away for the weekend with her lover. You met her last night."

"Lover ... her! ...You... you mean Gillian Faith?"

I nodded, "Yah, apparently they were lovers at university, and it looks like they've decided to reconnect. I just don't understand it, Carol. This morning I was sure she loved me. Now I've no idea who she's with or where she is ..."

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The Weekend. Part 3

I stared at the logs in the fireplace, my vision blurry with the tears I was trying to hold back. I finished my beer and put the glass down. Carol took my hand in hers.

I said to her with a catch to my voice. "She should have been home at seven and now it's almost eleven. She sent me a message saying she was delayed at the office and it wasn't true. She lied to me. Now she's ignoring all my calls and messages. Gillian's supposed to be here as well, and she's not turned up either."

"I'm sure she's got a perfectly reasonable reason for being late Neil."

"I'm no fool, Carol, I can add two and two together. I guess they've both gone to her villa in the south of France, just as Gillian planned, and I've realised I don't give a fuck anymore."

"Don't fret yourself, son, let me get you another drink."

"Thanks," and I handed her my glass. As she turned to go, I said, "What upsets me isn't that she wanted to go, it's that Karen felt she needed to lie to me about it. You know I almost hoped she was late because she'd been in an accident, not that she just couldn't be bothered to tell me she was going."

Carol left me to my contemplation of the end of my marriage.

It was quite a few minutes later before she returned and placed the beer on the table beside me.

She said, "There's someone here who'd like to talk to you."

Christ, I guess it was Philip wanting to talk tactics for tomorrow's match and I wasn't in the mood.

"Jesus Carol, tell Philip I'll be there tomorrow, but I really don't want to talk to him tonight."

"No lad, I think you do need to speak to this person."

I sighed and turned to see who it was. Karen stood there beside her. She was dressed in the same clothes she had been wearing in the morning. Her face looked tear stained and her eyes were red.

My heart lurched and then hardened. I'd devoted the past twelve years of my life to this woman and I deserved better than the crap I'd been getting the past few days. She'd kept vast important parts of her life secret from me and now I'd learned she loved someone else. This is the woman I'd poured my soul out to. I had no secrets from her, and as much as it hurt me I wasn't sure I could carry on like this.

"What do you want?" I asked in a belligerent tone, "Is she bored with you already?"

"Please Neil, I want you to come home, she's waiting for us back at the cottage."

"And I thought my day couldn't get any sodding worse. What was so fucking important today that you needed to lie to me, and then ignore me?"

She went to speak, but I stopped her. "On second thoughts, I don't want to hear yet another lie, Karen. Tell you what, why don't you go off with your fuck buddy to her villa for the weekend. It'll give me the time to pack a few things. I can stay in my rooms in college until I can find somewhere permanent.

Karen went white and collapsed on the chair next to me. I went to say some more, but I was stopped by Carol.

"Will you shut up you idiot, can't you see she's upset? She came running in here a few minutes ago frantically looking for you. You left your phone at home and she's been trying to call you for the past two hours."

"So now she knows how I've been feeling since this afternoon," I said bitterly.

"It's not what you think," Karen cried out. "Please listen to me."

Carol snapped, "Both of you sit there and say nothing until I close the place up, then we'll get to the bottom of this."

I suppose I should have explained much earlier, that Carol is my mother's cousin. Which makes her my, my ... well whatever it is, we are related. She's my mom's favourite cousin, and now that my parents live in Holland, has decided she's my de facto mother. Oh yes, and Philip the cricketer is her son which makes him my ... oh hell, I've no idea.

She was one of the reasons we had decided to buy the cottage in the village and also the reason we'd been accepted into the community so easily. It also gives her the right, so she believes, to treat me like an errant son.

We sat in silence while Carol bustled around ushering the last patrons out of the door. She locked the door and switched off a majority of the lights leaving us sitting in a single pool of light broken only by the soft glow of the bar lights. There was a chill in the air and Carol struck a match and held it to the kindling in the fireplace and the flames spread. I knew what she was doing, she was trying to give me time to calm down. She knew I was upset and would lash out at Karen in my anger.

After a few more moments Carol sat down beside us and looked expectantly at me. "Neil, it's no good blowing up if you don't, at least, give Karen a chance to explain," she said. "There may be an entirely legitimate reason for all of today. You need to let her tell you."

I shifted in my seat to look at Karen. She swallowed and started talking.

"Please, Neil, believe me, I never intended to upset you as much as I did. But I lost control of the meeting, and I wasn't allowed to get in contact."

That made no sense to me and I started to say as much, but Carol shushed me and told Karen to continue.

"The main reason Jilly got in contact with me was that she is about to launch her own range of clothing, lingerie, cosmetics and perfumes. She wanted to know if the agency would be interested in handling the branding and advertising and for us to run the campaign."

I snorted in disbelief and Karen said, "I know ... I know, I should have let you know when I got back. I called David from the states and he told me not to discuss it with anyone and explicitly said that included you. In the end, it was easier not to say anything and I thought I could deal with it after we'd discussed the weekend."

David owned the agency and could be a secretive son of a bitch when he wanted to be, so I wasn't too surprised by her words. Even so I was surprised he explicitly told her not to say anything to me. Something about these thoughts nagged at me, but I lost my train of thought in my bitterness.

"Well, that didn't work out to plan did it," I commented. "So he knows you two used to be lovers?"

She shook her head and sighed, "No, just that we were close friends at uni. I fucked that up, didn't I?" I could see the tears forming in the corner of her eyes but after a moment, she got herself under control.

"Once you got back home yesterday, I switched off my phone. I didn't want anything to distract us. I knew I had an important meeting today but at the time, I didn't want any distractions while we sorted things out."

"And?" I asked, not understanding what she was trying to say.

"I forgot to switch it back on until I got to the office and that's when I found out that my plans for today had been changed. I only had one meeting and that was with Jilly's management team, and representatives of the companies who were going to create all the items we are to brand and advertise."

That made no sense to me, surely Gillian would have known about the meeting, so why hadn't she mentioned it at breakfast. It was her endorsed products for Christ's sake that the meeting had been about. I was going to say something, but Karen continued.

"Even then I wasn't worried," she said. "I was told we were meeting the representatives in a hotel and that David, Janice and I were going to be driving down to London in an hour. I just assumed the meeting was in London and at worse, I'd only be a little late. And that's what I told the girl who was covering Janice's desk."

"Yah, I got that message," I muttered. "Not long after your, 'I'm stuck in the office' lie."

"I know, I worked that out when they allowed us to switch our phones back on."

"What do you mean, allowed you?"

"There's a hell of a lot of money riding on this and the other side are paranoid about secrecy. We got to the Dorchester where we met Jilly and her agent. Then we were driven to a country estate in Sussex. They insisted we switch off our phones. All we had with us was a thumb drive with our presentation and concept drawings. Understand that while Jilly was pushing for us, none of the others involved were. They have their own advertising agencies that they want to work with. It was an incredibly hard sell, we all worked our arses off to sell our ideas."

"I think that they were hoping that we would fuck up and they could convince Jilly that they needed to use their agencies."

She looked at me apologetically, "I'll be honest Neil, I got so involved I forgot all about you and the meal. Even with Jilly's support, the meeting was getting on to nine before we'd hammered out all the issues and came to an agreement and we signed a contract. They wanted us to stay for a meal to celebrate the deal, that's when I realised what the time was. When I switched my phone back on and I saw your texts and listened to the messages, I panicked. You weren't answering my calls to your mobile or the house phone, and I just had a panic attack. Jilly bless her, got me out of there. She told them that she and I had a prior engagement. Her driver drove like a maniac to us here and then I found the cold meal on the table...." She tailed away.

"That's when I really lost it. The meal you'd prepared, sitting on the table, cold and untouched, abandoned. Just like I'd abandoned you. I sat down on the floor and burst into tears. I thought that after everything that had occurred over the past few days you'd left me."

By now I was starting to feel like an ass. In my defence, she was right, that given everything that had occurred I hadn't so much as jumped to a conclusion, but rather snatched at the one that had fallen into my lap. But then again it seemed that Gillian and her business was so much more important to her, that she'd lied and then forgotten all about me. She must have known I'd have been worried and even if they'd made her switch her phone off there would have been phones at the hotel.

"Jilly pointed out that your car was in the drive so she didn't think you'd gone far, so I ran over here because I knew this is where you'd come."

I knew I should be apologising, but there was a stubborn streak in me that refused to let me. Plus truth be told, I was really feeling sorry for myself.

I sighed and said, "I can't do this anymore Karen. You've turned my life upside down this past week. I've been waiting for this to happen for as long as I've known you. You're beautiful and intelligent and for years, I've waited for a better man to come along and take you away from me. More fool me, I should have been looking for the better woman."

Karen gasped and Carol interjected, "You know she loves you, she's not looking for someone else. Nothing's changed son, it's obvious you both love each other."

I turned to her and said, "The problem is Carol, a few days ago I thought I was the only one she loved. It seems I was mistaken and I'm sorry, but I won't share her. Tonight was a comedy of errors I admit it. But it doesn't hide the fact I've been well and truly fucked over by her for the last couple of days."

Karen clasped at my hand, raising it to her lips to kiss it. I pulled it back. "There is only one man I have ever loved," she said imploringly. "I can't bare the thought of not being with you for the rest of my life. But Jilly was my first love and I've missed her these past years. For three long years, she was everything to me and I've tried to put her in the past."

"I need to know, me or her, who do you want?" I asked.

Karen went silent, her mouth opened and closed several times as though she was about to say something, but no words came just an extended low keening.

Carol hissed a breath in, "That's not fair, son."

"It is fair," I argued, "Every time she says she loves me, the next thing out of her mouth is something about her ex-lover or is it an ex, I don't know. I need to know where I stand in her world!"

"You," she said defiantly, "I choose you." Then softly, "I will always choose you over her." She looked at me beseechingly and then said with a faltering voice, "But I won't deny that there will always be a place for her in my heart."

"Oh, for fucks sake, you just did it again!"

Karen stared at me, tears streaming down her face. Then she said to Carol, "I don't think I can face her at the moment. Can we stay here tonight? And she needs to go back to London. Would you go over to our place and ask her to leave?"

Carol nodded and went to stand, but I took hold of her hand and stopped her.

I said, "You can't ask Carol to do that. It's our mess and we need to clear it up. We need to go and talk to her together. She needs to understand where she stands in your life."

I got to my feet and reluctantly Karen stood as well. Carol hugged the pair of us and we made our way across the village green. We held hands as we walked and I think both of us wanted to say what we were thinking, but neither knew how to start. So we walked in silence past the cricket pitch and the duck pond. I pulled her to a halt by the entrance of our drive.

"You realise if you'd just told me about Gillian and the other women when we first met we probably wouldn't be in this fix now."

"And you think you wouldn't have run away if I'd told you I was gay. I was in love with you and I didn't want to lose you."

I thought back to those first few dates and shook my head. "I knew I loved you that first night we met, and I still do regardless of any revelations."

A thought crossed my mind. "You keep telling me that you're gay, but Gillian says she's bi. You both have slept with men, I don't understand the difference?"

Karen gave me a wry smile, "It's simple, Jilly would fuck both men and women, she just prefers women. Before I met you, my lovers were exclusively women. Since we got engaged I've been exclusively yours, I love only one man. All others make my skin creep when they touch me in a sexual way. Trust me I tried in uni, Jilly wanted us to share a boy she knew. I threw up all over him."

She wrapped her arms around me. "When you caught hold of me that night, it was like an electric current hit me. It shocked me, you were a man and you should have repulsed me. Yet I was desperate for you to carry on touching me. And I still am!" She lay her head against my chest and sighed.

The lights were on in the hall as we let ourselves in through the front door. There was a flicker of firelight through the door to the lounge. Gillian appeared in the doorway, a half smile faded away as she took in our expressions. She went to hug Karen, but Karen kept her at arms distance and stepped around her into the lounge. Gillian followed her in and when I entered the room last, they were sitting on either end of the sofa. A cautious look passed between them.

I sat down on the armchair opposite them and realised we were mimicking the discussion at the pub last night. Was it really only twenty-four hours ago, so much had changed.

They both looked at me expecting me to start, but this wasn't my decision. I'd made mine, I was just here for the ride.

"You know what I think love," I said, "You need to explain to Gillian the situation, I'm not going to change my mind." I sank back into the soft cushions of the chair.

"Neil has given me a simple choice," she said. "I can have one of you as a lover but not both. The thought that I might lose him made my decision very easy. He will always come first, I'm sorry, I still love you and I always will, but you never will be as important as Neil to me."

She seemed to pause and gather her thoughts, "Jilly I'm glad you've come back into my life and I don't want to lose you. But your place in our lives is whatever Neil says it is."

I looked at her, she gave me a long pleading glance before turning back to Gillian. This wasn't exactly on script although it was obvious that she was desperately hoping that I wouldn't entirely reject her statement.

What did I want? I knew what I wanted. I wanted my wife to be happy, I wanted her to be happy with me. Christ, I wanted to be happy, and if I forced her to never see Gillian again, how long would it be before I lost her and I wasn't happy?

Did I love her enough to let her have her friendship with Gillian, knowing that the chances were that it would morph into something more? And if it did, could I cope with no longer being the only person in her life. Shit, deep down I knew I already wasn't the only person in her life.

Then something clicked in my mind, something that had been nagging at me since our talk yesterday. Something that had almost surfaced earlier. If I was right then, Karen was being played by a master manipulator. The timing, the theatre of the last few day's events hit me with a clarity of thought. But in case, I was barking up the wrong tree I needed to have my next conversation with Gillian in private.

I said to Karen. "Can you wait in our bedroom."

"But?"

"Please Karen, Gillian and I need to have a talk."

Karen stood and looked back and forth between us, indecision plastered across her face.

"Please love," I said, "There are a few things I need to understand and I think Gillian has the answers. If you're here, then I'm not sure she won't lie."

Now it was Gillian's turn to look annoyed and confused.

Karen smiled weakly and I took her hand and she followed me to the bottom of the stairs. We kissed and she started up the stairs.

"Wait," I said as she was half way up. "A quick question. Before you went to Chicago, had you ever discussed your relationship with Gillian with anyone in your office?"

She turned to face me and started to shake her head then she stopped. "Well not that we were lovers. But I know I've mentioned that we went to school together and were close friends at uni. Hey, she's a big movie star, it was fun telling people we shared a flat."
"Yeah I notice you didn't tell me."

Karen looked a bit sheepish, "Well I didn't want you asking any awkward questions."

"Oh, and one other thing. Do you know if there are any rumours about Gillian's intentions about entering the fashion industry bouncing around?"

"I think so, at least, I wasn't that surprised when she mentioned it."

"In Chicago?"

"Yeah."

I racked my brains to remember and another cog in the wheel fell into place. The Chicago trip had come up rather suddenly. Usually, her business trips were planned weeks in advance. This time, it had been the Friday evening before, far too late for me to change my plans and travel with her as I'd done in the past.

"Who planned the trip?"

"David, he was supposed to be going, then on the Friday something came up and he asked me to go instead. Why all the questions Neil, I thought you wanted to talk to Jilly?"

"Oh, I do, but now I think you need to be there."

She looked confused but came back down the stairs and followed me into the lounge.

"Gillian," I said. "Tell us again, when did you know Karen would be in Chicago?"

"Err...it must have been at least a couple of weeks beforehand."

"And how did you find out?"

"Her travel details and hotel reservation were sent to me in an email."

Karen shook her head, "That can't be right. I only found out the day before I flew."

"Who sent you the information?"

"The PI's, they have a source in her offices."

The last card fell into place in my mind.

"Karen, call David and put it on speaker."

"It's one o'clock in the morning, Neil."

"Please just do it."

She shrugged her shoulders and picked up her phone and dialled David's number.

"It's ringing," she said, "I hope you know what you are doing."

"Oh, I do. Please don't say anything."

She passed the phone to me and I put it on the table in speaker mode.

"Karen?" A sleepy voice said.

"No, it's Neil."

"Is there a problem, is she alright?" David's voice rose in concern.

"Not actually, she and I have been discussing the end of our marriage and her affair with Gillian."

"What!" David shouted and Karen whispered, "Oh God, please no Neil." looking at me with a horrified expression. I shook my head, putting my finger to my lips.

"You need to get over here right away," I told him.

"Neil, it's late and I'm in bed and I don't even understand what I can do to help. Can't this wait until the morning?"

"David, I know. You've got an hour, if you are not here by then I'll get Gillian to tear up the contract with your company."

"FUCK, you can't."

"I can and I will."

"And I most certainly can," Gillian shouted.

There was a long pause and then he rang off.

In the silence of the room, I grinned at Gillian. "You've worked it out haven't you?"

She nodded hesitantly, "I'm not sure, but backing you seemed the best idea at the time."

Karen said, "You think David has something to do with this, don't you? I can't see how. I was the one who went to him about the possibility of getting the account."

"Jilly," Christ, I'd started to call her by Karen's pet name for her. "Let me propose a scenario. You wanted to get closer to my wife. You knew that she worked for an advertising agency. And low and behold, you were just about to launch a clothing and accessory line that needs to be branded and advertised."

"All you needed to do was find out where she'd be, and if I wasn't around, all the better. Then contrive a meeting and drop hints you are looking for a new advertising agency and you'd have a genuine reason to be around her all the time."

I looked at her, "Convenient how things worked out wasn't it, almost as though you had a helping hand."

Silence fell and I could see both of them thinking hard. I kept myself busy while we waited to see if David would appear. I made hot chocolate for all of us, my go to comfort drink in times of stress. Karen and Gillian took their mugs with a grateful smile, blowing on the froth to cool them.

I sat down between them on the sofa and Karen tucked her feet up and curled up against me. Gillian gave us a longing look and thinking that it's not going to kill me, I raise my arm in a mute invite. She gave a contented sigh and slid up against me and pulled my arm over her shoulders.

Karen gave me a surprised look.

I said to Karen as I kissed the top of her head, "Let's face it, other than the fact she's an opportunist she's still in love with you after all these years."

"True, I am both of those," Gillian interrupted.

"I think that when our guest arrives, we are going to find out that both of you have been manipulated into this situation."

"Ohh, do tell?"

"You know how I hate not having all facts so let's wait till David gets here."

"Are you sure he's going to come?"

"Oh, I know he will. Our threat to tear up the contract would have him panicking."

Karen wriggled around to face me, "Yes, about that. You know that's all my hard work the pair of you are casually tossing in the bin. If we lose this contract, a lot of our plans for the agency are going to have to be scrapped. I'm not even sure we will survive."

Gillian stretched over me and kissed Karen. "I'm not going to do it, but David doesn't need to know that, it's our secret."

I moved away from Gillian, "Did I say it was ok for you to kiss her?"

Karen looked nervously at me, Gillian just looked annoyed.

"I still don't trust you," I said.

She appeared to swallow her first thought. Then said, "I'm sorry I forget myself sometimes. I'm just nervous and worried about what David's going to say."

I said, "Jilly, if it hadn't have been for the fact that Karen worked there, would David's company even be in the running to get you as a client?"

She shook her head, "Not even on the horizon!" I felt I'd been told the truth for once.

It was another twenty minutes before the glow of the security lights coming through the window, announced David's arrival.

"I'll let him in," Karen said as she stood up.

I said, "Don't say anything to him, just bring him through."

She nodded and went to open the door. We heard the sound of David's voice before she reappeared closely followed by a flustered looking David.

"I don't like being threatened," David said as he sat down on the armchair.

"And I don't appreciate that your actions have come close to ruining my marriage," I replied.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Why don't I tell you all a story, you three can fill in the gaps. David if you don't cooperate, then I'm going to get Jilly to tear up the contract."

"And I will, 'cos I'm not happy with you," Gillian said. David sank back into his chair with a resigned expression on his face.

"So this is how I think it went down," I said. "Please step in and correct me where I go wrong."

"I guess this all started a few months ago. Karen, I remember you telling me that David was looking for a big client to help fund his expansion plans."

"That's right though it wasn't just for that. The recession has hurt us; we've lost several of our old clients. We need to find new business to survive."

"Ahh, that explains a lot. David, I suspect that you heard rumours that Jilly was about to enter the fashion industry. You already knew that she and Karen had been close friends at university. How did you find out that they had been lovers?"

He gave a little smile at that, "Ah, that was Sally, my secretary. It seems her girlfriend was part of the group that ran around with the pair of them at uni. She saw both of you, at last year's Christmas party. She couldn't believe that Karen was married. She remembered you as a hard hard lesbian, who was in in a long-term relationship with Gillian. She told Sally, who told me."

"Ok, that clears that one up. Then you found out, or were told that Gillian was still interested in Karen."

"You can chalk that up to Sally as well. She let slip a year ago that someone was paying her for information about Karen. She didn't see any harm in it as all they wanted to know was Karen's travel and social calendar. I was worried that a competitor was trying to head hunt her. I got Sally to arrange a face to face meeting which I crashed. That's when I found out it was a private detective and that Gillian was paying them to keep tabs on Karen."

Gillian said, "Fuck, sorry Neil; they never told me that they'd been compromised."

"So your investigations weren't as anonymous as you thought they were," I said. "Which means that David was able to work out that you still had feelings for Karen."

David ignored my statement so I carried on with my tale. I was getting worked up so I stood and started pacing the room. A bad habit of mine that I thought I'd managed to control.

"So this is what I think happened. David needs a big new client to save the company. He knew about your past and your relationship with Jilly. He was also pretty sure that she wanted to rekindle that relationship with you. A relationship he felt would give him an in, and an edge in any contract deals with you."

"Remember Karen, Gillian confirmed earlier, under normal circumstances your agency wouldn't have been in the running. I think, hearing the rumours that Gillian was about to launch her own range, David decided his best option was to engineer a meeting between the pair of you. He settled on the Chicago conference as his best option and then booked a flight and room for Karen. He had no intention of going himself. Then he made sure that Sally passed on the information about the Chicago trip."

"I suspect he got her to include rumours that Karen still had feelings for you to wet your appetite Gillian. Next, I suspect he re-enforced the agency's need for new clients to Karen."

"He did go on about over the past few weeks. But why did he wait for the last moment to tell I was going if he'd already booked for me, he waited until the last minute to tell me I was going?"

"That one's easy. He knew that if you had told me about the trip in time, I could have arranged to travel with you, I've done it in the past." I looked at Gillian, "If I had been there, would you have approached Karen?"

"Probably not."

"So Gillian, you two were finally in the same place and you set up the meeting to look like an accident. You spun her a story about why you were there, and when the time was right, you told her about your new venture. That you were looking for a new agency to help launch the lines. Karen must have thought Christmas had come early. An old friend she still had feelings for, just happens to need what her company could provide. What a coup that would have been?"

"What I don't understand is why you thought she'd stay the weekend with you?"

I stopped in mid-steam. "Oh, of course, I'm an idiot. You already knew the story behind the locket didn't you?"

Gillian gave a short nod.

"It's not something I hid, Neil," Karen added. "I was proud that you trusted me so much. I used to show it to the girls in the office. The fact I hadn't used it was proof of my love for you. When she asked me about it, I saw no reason not to tell her about it."

"But of course, you already knew Gillian, your whole goal was to make her feel that it was alright to use it. You were fairly sure you could pressure her into staying with you and she wouldn't feel guilty about it."

"That's what I hoped. Especially after I heard that she was having second thoughts about her marriage. I thought if I could just get her on my own for a couple of days it would rekindle her love for me."

Karen spluttered, "But that not true, I never said anything like that. I'm more in love with him now than I've ever been."

I looked at David, "Something else you got Sally to pass on I guess. Basically, you pimped out my wife expecting her to come back with the contract. And you didn't care if you destroyed our marriage on the way."

"No," he said vehemently.

"Bollocks, you were stacking the cards in your favour and you didn't care who you hurt so long as you claimed the pot."

The fight seemed to ooze out of him and he put his head in his hands. "Fuck it, I was just trying to save the company. The divorce meant I had to pay back the investment Sandra's parents made in the business. I took personal loans out against the company to be able to afford it. But with business the way it's been over the past eighteen months I've had to dip into the company accounts to be able to make the loan payments."

Their divorce had been a couple of years ago. Sandra had found about his reputation of playing away from home on his business trips. She'd set a PI on him and had easily got the proof of his lifestyle. She'd really been upset and I knew the divorce had hurt him.

I shook my head and got my thoughts back to the point in hand.

"So I guess that means you admit it," I said. "You were happy to do anything to save your bloody company. You fed false information to Gillian hoping that her feelings for Karen would make her eager to work with your business. And you sent Karen to her, hopeful that when she met Gillian again, it would rekindle her feelings for her. If they became lovers again, then you would be sure of getting the contract.

Then I raised my voice, "You didn't give a fuck if you screwed up our marriage."

Karen stepped over to him and slapped his face.

"You can take that as my resignation," she snapped at him. Then she clutched at me and burst out crying.

Shit, I thought, she loves that job. If she goes and Gillian carries through with her threat then ...

And if she was reading my mind, Gillian said, "If Karen's not there, then I'll cancel the deal. She's the reason I pushed so hard for your agency."

Then to Karen, she said, "Come and work for me instead..."

"Fuck no," I blurted out. Karen stiffened in my arms.

"Why wouldn't you want me, not to work for her, I thought you said she was as much a victim in this as I was."

"David may have manipulated the pair of you. But that doesn't condone the fact that within hours of meeting her again, she almost had you agreeing to spend the night with her. If I hadn't called when I did, I would probably already be filing for a divorce!"

I sighed in desperation. "I wouldn't be honest with myself if I didn't say no. Let's be realistic, it seems that no sooner do you profess your love for me than you are going on about her. I meant what I said earlier. I'm not willing to share you."

Karen shook in my arms, "Oh God, I so wanted you to like her. The thought that I might have Jilly back in my life again has made me so ..."

She felt me stiffen and her words trailed away into silence.

Into the awkward silence came David's voice. "So what happens now?"

I struggled to get my racing emotions back to the question of David.

"Without the contract how long can the agency survive?"

"A few months at most. That is unless I can find a hell of a lot of new contracts in the next few weeks. Otherwise, I'll need to let most of the staff go. I'll declare bankruptcy to try and save the little I can."

My mind was racing as I tried to think of something. But there at the back of my mind, overriding all others, was the thought. If the agency failed then, Gillian would go away.

Gillian cleared her throat. "Why don't I buy you out? You could stay on as the manager and so could Karen."

"No," Karen said. "That would be the same as me working for you and Neil's already said no to that. Buy the company, that's a good idea, but I can't work for it."

Gillian sat still for a moment, biting her lips in concentration. "What if you owned it?" She mused.

"I don't understand," Karen said.

I could see Gillian lining up her thoughts.

She held up her hand and said. "Bare with me for a minute. I have a proposal that might solve this. What if I do buy out the agency. But then I sell it to you, for say a pound... yes, a pound. Then you wouldn't be working for me, I'd just be the client."

In the silence that followed this statement, a plethora of emotions flickered across the faces of all of us.

There was a look of satisfaction with a tinge of triumph on Gillian's. David's just showed a mix of hope and relief. And Karen looked so hopeful I wanted to cry. All my fears and insecurities came rushing to the fore again.

My groan of despair echoed around the room. Gillian had managed to do it, offer Karen the one thing she'd always wanted. Something that was way out of my reach to be able to give her. The chance to run her own agency.

I moved away from them, I knew I'd lost; if this happened then at best, we would stagger along for a few months until I became irrelevant to her future. I couldn't bare to see her face and I stumbled up the stairs. I felt a hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off. Behind me, I heard a whimper and then more raised voices. I was no longer interested in anything. I made it to the top of the stairs and collapsed on the single bed in the little box room. Surrounded by the clutter of broken furniture, the dregs of our life together. A fitting place for me I felt. I was physically and mentally exhausted and fell into a deep dreamless sleep within moments of my face hitting the musty pillow.

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I woke up at nine, the next morning with a thumping headache and a sour taste in my mouth. As I turned over, I realised that at some point someone had undressed me and had spread a quilt over me. The house was quiet, too quiet for anyone else to be there. I made my way to our bedroom and the bathroom. I stood under the shower for a long while as I slowly recovered. Pondering all the while about the revelations of last night.

My gut was telling me that if Karen lets Gillian buy David's agency for her, then ultimately I was going to lose her. She was always going to feel obligated and I was sure that Gillian would eventually play on that. And as much as I loved her, I couldn't envision sharing her even if the other woman was as beautiful as Gillian. My heart was praying for a miracle.

I stepped out of the shower, dried myself and got dressed. Carefully laid out on the bed next to a sports bag were my cricket whites. Christ, I'd forgotten, I was supposed to be playing this afternoon.

I made my way downstairs and the rest of the house was as empty as the first floor. Only my car sat in the driveway. It looked like she'd left. I thought about checking to see if she'd taken any clothes but to be honest, I couldn't be bothered.

The kitchen clock said it was ten to ten and there was half empty pot of coffee on the warming pad. My eyes were drawn to a sheath of official looking papers on the kitchen table. Which I pushed to one side as I sat down with a mug of coffee. I hesitated to read them, but the top one was titled 'Intent to purchase'. If they were what I thought they were, then she'd made her decision and all my fears had been real.

From the front of the house, there was a crunch of tyres on gravel and I heard a car pull up. A car door slammed and moments later the kitchen door opened. A tired but smiling Karen walked in. She was dressed in her favourite pair of old blue jeans and a soft white cotton shirt. She stopped when she saw me and put the grocery bags she was carrying down on the table.

She gave me a sympathetic grin, "I wasn't expecting to see you up this early, you were out for the count when I checked on you earlier. I see you found the coffee, can you pour me a mug."

I stood and poured a coffee, as I did so I asked, "So how do you want to do it?"

"Do what?" She replied

"Well, do you want a separation or a divorce?"

"What the hell are you talking about, why would I want either of those?"

I pointed at the papers. "It looks like she now owns you body and soul, so what's left for me."
She gave me a bemused look, "Have you read them correctly?"

"Not really, I just glanced at the top page."

"Oh, you beautiful fucking idiot it's good news. Yes, Jilly's agreed to buy out David."

"It seems your idea of good news sure as fuck ain't the same as mine. So you now work for your lover."

"Yes."

I looked at her smiling face in horror.

"You need to read the papers, Neil before you jump to a conclusion."

I made no move to pick them and she hissed in frustration. "Oh, for Christ sake you stubborn idiot. Yes, Jilly is buying David out, and no I don't work for her. She's signing it all over to you. I'll be working for you."

"What!" And I sat back down in my chair in surprise.

"She and David agreed on a price quite quickly, even though I kept telling her I couldn't work for her. She kept telling me she had a cunning plan. I knocked up a simple letter of intent. They both signed it and he went home. He'll stay on as general manager."

"No, hang on a moment, go back a bit. Did you just say I owned the agency?"

"What part of 'she's signing it over to you' did you not understand?"

"Why for fucks sake?" I was seriously beginning to think I hadn't woken up and this was all a frigging nightmare. On top of which my head was still thumping away.

"Because you were right when you said, I would always feel indebted to her, and obliged to give her, her pound of flesh."

"I know that it's why I thought the whole thing was a bad idea."

"It is and it isn't."

I put my head in my hands and growled, "Fuck it, Karen, will you please stop trying to confuse me. In my fragile state, it doesn't take a lot."

She came over to me and sat on my lap. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my forehead, then my lips.

She said wistfully as she gently massaged my temples, "I'm so sorry, the last few days have been really rough on you, and none of it is your fault. I hurt you by wanting to go away for the weekend with her. It was a stupid idea, but I was all swept up in the emotion. Then you found out about my sexuality."

She kissed me hard crushing my lips. "I was so scared you would reject me and so happy that you didn't."

I murmured, "I'll never understand why you thought that knowing you were ... still are, attracted to women, would make me not love you."

My voice rose slightly, "What I won't accept is that someone, anyone is trying to steal your affection away from me. So do you want to explain to me what the hell, you and Gillian are plotting? And come to think about it where is she?"

Her body shook against mine. "Gillian said she'll explain it properly this afternoon. Her driver picked her up a couple of hours ago. She said there was something she needed to get from her hotel. But if you asked, I was to tell you that the gift of the agency is by way of an apology that she never got us a wedding present."

"A whole company's a fucking big wedding present."

She laughed, "I think she does know you. She said you would say that and I was to point out that she was paid over forty million dollars for her last film. She won't even notice the million or so that buying out David costs."

It took me a few moments to take all this in, moments I used to reacquaint myself with the beauty of the woman on my lap. One question still needed to be answered, the elephant in the room question.

"Is there still an us, or do you expect me to share you with her?"

Her response was quick and forceful. "Only you, with one hundred percent of my body, mind and soul. Jilly will be here this afternoon to watch you play and she wants to talk to you. She's going to confirm she understands that she can never be my lover again."

Then her voice turned all wistful again, and she pleaded, "Please Neil, don't make me give her up as a friend. I've missed her over the years."

The problem was that I was growing to like this interloper in our lives. I may hate the thought of her swooping in and trying to steal my wife, but hadn't I done just that to her all those years ago. She was beautiful and when she got her head out of her arse, I could see the personality that had attracted Karen all those years ago.

Karen had never had a female best friend in all the years I'd known her, and now I knew why. She'd never found anyone who could replace Gillian. But I was still so scared that if I agreed I'd slowly lose her. I tried to say what I felt, but my words seemed stiff.

"I have no objection to the pair of you being friends. But can you promise me that you'll only stay friends?"

This was one of those times I was so grateful she knew me so well, that she understood there was so much more I was trying to say than my few words implied.

She took my hands off her body and held them between hers. "I know you want me to say yes. But I can tell that every fibre of your body is screaming at you to make me tell her to go away."

She looked me straight in my eyes and said forcefully and deliberately, pausing between each word. "There ... is ... no ... way ... I'm ... ever ... going ... to... leave ... you!"

She kept looking at me as she leant in to kiss me, forcing me by her willpower to keep eye contact.

"Since we got engaged I've never been unfaithful to you. Yes, there was that brief period after I met you that I was still sleeping with other women. Neil, there was even one time with Jilly the day she got back from Paris. I needed to know if I forgave her for the woman she slept with there."

"And I guess you did."

"Not immediately, but I had by the time she left for New York."

"Karen, you didn't really answer my question, am I going to have to share your love with her? Because if that's what you want, then I'm not sure our marriage will survive!"

"No," she said adamantly, "Our marriage is over when I say it is, and I can tell you it isn't now. I know what's at stake and only one person is ever going to decide who shares our bed and that's you."

There was a short pause then she said, "Please take me to bed, fuck me hard. I have to prove to you that I'm yours," Karen whispered. "And I want to have our baby. I stopped taking birth control last month and I'm ready and fertile now. I was going to tell you earlier, but I wanted to surprise you."

I carried her upstairs, setting her down at the foot of our bed. I swept my cricket whites and sports bag off the bed. I went to take off my shirt, but she stopped me.

"You're the most important person in my life and I'm going to prove it." She pushed me up against the wall pulling hard at the front of my shirt. Pulling it open without undoing the buttons. Then bestowing feather-light kisses across my chest before sucking my nipples making me moan in pleasure.

"You are all mine," she whispered, "and I'm all yours and only yours and I'm going to prove it until you beg me to stop."

She fumbled at the belt of my jeans, undoing it and the jeans. She pulled them down over my hips and let them pool at my ankles. She groaned in satisfaction as she saw the growing bulge in my boxers. She slid them down to free my cock, rampant with desire, from his confines. Her mouth opened and she swallowed the head, sucking hard and running her hands along the shaft and under my balls. I leant back against the wall, moaning as her head bobbed faster as she swallowed more of me each time. Her long blond hair cascaded over shoulders and tickled the front of my legs.

The pent up anger in me made me lose control quite quickly. I felt the pressure building up and I managed to gasp out. "Ohh shit, Karen, I'm going to cum."

She grinned up at me and sucked harder. I came with a shudder, filling her mouth and she swallowed, licking me clean. I pulled her up and she kissed me, her tongue sharing my essence with me.

"It's my turn," I whispered and I stripped her jeans and top from her. She wore no bra and an almost transparent little pair of emerald green panties. She lay back on the bed, letting her thighs fall open. I kissed my way slowly up the inside of her thighs until my lips hovered above the centre of her sex. Her panties were wet with desire. Pulling them to one side exposed the glistening beads on her puffy labia. The little sighs of pleasure became a loud moan as my tongue slid along the length of her slit.

"Please, just there," she whimpered as the tip of my tongue paused on her erect clit. I let my tongue circled and caressed her clit her growing urgency evident from the guttural cries forced from her throat. I slid two fingers into her, the tips finding and stimulating her G-spot.

She rolled her hips, pushing up against me as my mouth and fingers moved tirelessly teasing, first one then a second screaming orgasm from her soul.

"Ohh God, fuck ... me ... now ..." she gasped out.

Her fingers clenched in my hair, and pulled me up, urging me to cover her. I tore her panties from her, throwing the ruined scrap of fabric over my shoulder. I pushed in deep and hard. Her legs wrapped around the back of my thighs. Her fingers clenched against the flesh of my buttocks, urging me to push in deeper. I reveled in the sensations as her soft silky cunt enveloped my trusting shaft.

I kept up the pace, changing the rhythm of the strokes in tune with her needs and the movements of her hips. Her body stiffened as she came. She babbled out my name repeatedly. I kept moving, she was mine and I was going to prove it to her.

She whimpered and cried out again as another and then yet another orgasm washed over her. Until I came with a rasping gasp, pumping my hot cum against the entrance of her ripe womb, covering her cervix with my possessive life-giving essences.

Her fingertips were dug deep into muscles on my back and the walls of her passage clenched tightly around me, milking the last drop from me.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me with a familiar look of love and desire. I rolled to the side, but she refused to let me pull out. Her finger traced a line of sweat running down my chest. She kept squeezing my shaft with her cunt.

She kissed my nipple, "I love you so much," she whispered, "I am yours, please don't ever stop loving me."

"I won't, I couldn't. You're part of me, love."

She gave a little sob of happiness and relaxed in my arms.

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The church clock striking midday woke us up from our post coitus doze. My semi erect cock was still nestled inside her. We'd rolled onto our sides and she'd draped her leg over mine. Her mesmerising blue eyes stared at me and I recalled the first time I'd seen them. And all the good times since then that I didn't want to loose.

"When were you going to tell me you were ready to start a family," I asked.

"It was going to be my present to you. Announce I'm pregnant with a big fanfare at the right time. I've been thinking about it for the past few months. I know you wanted children and I'm thirty-two. My body's been telling me it's time. I finally made my mind up last month, and I stopped taking the pill."

She gave a shrug, "I thought about to telling you but then I had to fly to Chicago. With all that was going on when I got back, I didn't want to say anything until the weekend with Jilly was resolved. I thought the news would cushion any resentment you felt."

"Jesus Christ Karen, what the hell did you think I was going to think. When you

turned around and said you were pregnant after a weekend away with a stranger."

"But it was going to be Jilly, how could she get me pregnant."

I stared at her and shook my head in disbelief. "I wouldn't have known that if your original plan had worked, would I?" I pointed out.

Her eyes widened as she understood the implication. "I didn't think that through did I? Will you ever forgive me?" she murmured.

"There's nothing to forgive at the moment. How about keeping it that way?" I said lightly.

She gave a little laugh and then glanced at the alarm clock. "What time is your match?"

"Starts at one."

"You need to move, it's twenty past twelve."

"Crap, I need a shower."

I gave her a kiss and rolled off the bed, my cock sliding out of her. A quick shower and I stepped out of the cubicle and into the towel held out by Karen.

I only just made the start of the match, Karen's idea of drying me included the use of her mouth to check my cock was immaculately clean.

We won the toss and put the other team into bat. I'm a bit of an all-rounder, I'm a fairly decent mid-order batsman and I am, on a good day a pretty good spin bowler.

And today was a good day. Between myself and the three other bowlers, the opposition all out in an hour and a half, for one hundred and one runs. Their last wicket falling to one of my best efforts of the season.

As we walked back to the pavilion to get ready for our innings, I saw Karen and Gillian sitting on deck chairs in the dappled shade cast by an old oak tree. With them sat Carol. I hadn't seen if Karen and Gillian had arrived together or separately. In fact, I hadn't seen either of them arrive and there was something odd about Gillian. Glancing over to our cottage, which was just visible at the far side of the village green, I saw Gillian's Porsche in our driveway.

I looked back and realised as I grew closer to the three of them that they were in an animated discussion. Gillian was either wearing a blond wig or she'd dyed and cut her hair since last night. She was wearing a dark blue silk camisole top and a white denim skirt. Most people would not recognize her as a movie star.

Karen was wearing one of my favourite dresses, a short light blue sundress, over which she wore an old cream cotton shirt she'd stolen from me many years ago. The shirt was a statement to me. She wore it when she wanted to feel close to me, and she slept in it on all her travels. She'd make me wear it the day before so it smelt of me.

They fell silent as I approach them, Karen stood up and hugged me. As I looked at her face, I saw the track of a tear running down her cheek. Gillian's cheeks were similarly tear stained. It wasn't a wig, sometime in the past few hours she managed to have her hair dyed blond and styled.

"Are you ok?" I asked Karen.

"I'm all right," she whispered into my chest. "We've just been discussing the reality of the situation we are in."

"You can still stay friends," I said softly. "It's just that the way I feel at the moment, I can't...won't share you."

"I understand. Can you sit with us while you wait to bat?

I nodded, "I'll get my gear and tell the lads where I'll be."

Carol rose up and walked with me to the pavilion.

"She does love you," she said as soon as we were out of their earshot. "But you need to be careful. Between you and Gillian, you are tearing her apart emotionally."

"What do you want me to do Carol, let her go away with Gillian?"

"That's not what I'm saying, Neil. How much do you trust her?"

"Before all of this I would have said with my life, now I just don't know. If I let her go away with her, will I ever get her back? I'm not sure if I'd survive if she left me."

"She will never leave you, but I think she'll always wonder what if."

There wasn't much I could say as I headed into the pavilion and collected my bat and the rest of my gear. Philip confirmed I was batting at number five and I told him I was sitting with the girls.

"What's she like?" He asked.

"I'm not too sure mate, she's Karen's friend and honestly I don't think she really likes me. Are you opening?"

He nodded.

"Come over and join us after your innings and meet her." A happy smile lit his face.

The umpires and the fielding team walked out onto the field announcing the beginning of our innings, and our opening batsmen joined them. I made my way back to the girls. Strapped on my pads and sat down on a deckchair beside them. Carol's words still rattled painfully around in my head. So while we talked to pass the time, I sat back and observed them through half closed eyes.

It was painful to watch the internal conflict going on within Karen as she sat between Gillian and myself. She was desperately trying to concentrate all her attention on me. But her body and mind betrayed her every time Gillian spoke. It wasn't as though I could sense her love for me had diminished. No, it was evident from her actions that this love had expanded to include her old lover.

Karen must have sensed my anguish at this revelation because the conversation slowly dried up as she focused all her attention on me.

She came and knelt by my side and rested her head on my thigh. She said quietly, "She's not trying to steal me, my love. She knows that you come first with me, but she likes you, you need to give her a chance."

I tried to process my thoughts. The fundamental issue was when I fell in love, I did so to the exclusion of all others. It was as though all other women became objects of art to me: to be admired, appreciated, but not touched. And I expected my partner to respond in kind. What Karen was feeling for Gillian, was a betrayal of those beliefs. Did it matter that Gillian apparently liked me. was I able to extend my love of Karen to include Gillian? It was something I seriously need to think long and hard about.

It was those thoughts that kept me on edge, as I sank further back into the canvas of the chair. I closed my eyes to the pain I felt. Gillian wanted to discuss the issue of the agency, but her words washed over me and I ignored them. I heard my wife telling her angrily that now wasn't the time. She moved closer to me and kept gently touching my legs. I couldn't help myself, I slowly turned both of them out, focusing all my attention on the action on the pitch in front of me and my own confused dark thoughts.

A cheer from the centre of the pitch made me banish those thoughts. A glance at the scoreboard showed the number of wickets lost changing from two to three, which meant it was my turn to bat. Karen jumped up and handed me my bat.

She kissed me and said. "I love you, don't ever forget that."

It's a lonely walk to the crease. I pulled my gloves on and swung my bat around to loosen my shoulders. Philip was still at the crease and we needed a another forty-two runs to win. I looked back at Karen and she was still standing. Her hand shielding her eyes from the sun as she stared at me. Her hand rose hesitantly to wave at me, and then Gillian stood. Coming up behind her and putting her arms around her.

I looked away and prepared to meet my first ball. All my pent up anger focused itself on the ball as it left the bowler's hand. With a sharp, satisfying crack, I hit the ball with one bounce over the leg side boundary rope, a four. The second ball went into almost exactly the same place. A second four and that was the last ball of the over. Philip walked down the pitch to meet me in the middle.

"Bloody hell Neil, I haven't seen you like this for some time."

"I'm motivated to wrap this up quickly," I replied as I glanced over to where Karen and Gillian were standing hand in hand watching me.

He grunted and returned to his crease to face the next ball. He scrambled a quick single from the next ball, which put me back on strike.

A wild swing and a miss were my response to the next ball, and then a straight drive over the bowler's head to the boundary for another four: twenty-nine to win. I managed seven runs from the remaining three balls of the over. The last a single that kept me on strike.

In the pause between the overs, I could see Carol was now talking to Karen and Gillian. I was too far away to be sure, but it looked like Karen was crying and Gillian had her arm around her shoulders. Karen shrugged off Gillian's arm and then glanced in my direction.

A cough from the umpire refocused my attention back to the game. I got nine, and Philip, two runs from the next over. The scoreboard showed we only needed another eleven to win.
It took us exactly one more over to reach that total. Philip scoring two runs off the sixth and last ball of the over for the win. There was a polite round of applause from the opposition and the spectators as we walked from the field and to the pavilion. On the way, I had a brief conversation with Philip. He gave a surprised look but nodded his agreement.

In the pavilion, I took off my gear and with a nod to Philip slipped out the back door. I hurried over to the cottage. It only took five minutes before I was climbing into my car having stripped off my whites and dressed in jeans and shirt.

It had come to me as a sickening realisation as I'd played those last few balls that I needed to make a decision. Looking at the pair of them, I was sure Carol was right. Karen was always going to wonder 'what if'. If we were going to survive I needed to let her try her 'what if', regardless of how much it hurt me.

Having made my mind up, I drove out of the village and began the three-hour drive to our little holiday cottage on the Devon coast.

No, I hadn't just walked out on Karen, I'm not that much of a bastard. I was going to come back. As we'd walked back to the pavilion I'd asked Philip to tell Carol, I'd taken her advice. I was going to give Karen and Gillian some space tonight. But I couldn't be around them; I had to get away to a place of good memories.

Carol was to let Karen know before she got worried and tell her I intended to be back tomorrow evening. Was I happy, fuck no. Was there a risk I could lose her, hell yes. I just had to hope she did love me and Carol was right.

As I suffered the traffic on the M25, I was deep in thought. I was starting to regret my actions, but Carol's words kept coming back to me. I was scared that if I just said no, which was my gut feeling, I'd lose her; maybe not to Gillian, but ultimately I'd lose her. I'd been driving for an hour before my phone started ringing. I ignored it; I think I'd have lost it completely if I had heard her voice.

Over the next two hours, it took me to reach our holiday cottage. I'd almost turned around, at least, a dozen times and it took a great deal of willpower to get out of the car and not go back immediately. One thought kept me driving, and that was, I loved her and I knew she loved me. And because I loved her I had to trust her feelings. She was convinced that Gillian had feelings for me, so I resolved to talk to Gillian when I got back. She was stunning and I suppose if she did show me that she wanted to be part of our lives, not just Karen's, it would soften the blow of them being together periodically.

Our holiday cottage is an old fisherman's cottage that sits on a low rise at the head of a tiny cove. We'd been very lucky; it used to belong to a distant relative of Karen's mother. She'd inherited it and was going to sell it, as it needed a fair amount of work. We bought it from her for next to nothing on the understanding that the family could use it after we fixed it up.

I parked the car at the top of the track and walked up the long path to the cove. The trail curves around until it tops the rise. The early evening sun hung in the sky casting a warm glow on the grey slate of the roof. The peace of the cove settled around me like a warm blanket and for the first time in days, I began to relax.

The cottage squats in the landscape as though it's been there forever. It's small, basically, only two rooms, although we'd converted an old external lean-to outhouse into an extension to house a decent bathroom. The granite walls were painted white and the roof a grey slate cap.

I opened up the place, throwing the windows open to capture the gentle warm sea breeze. I took a bottle of wine and a glass and sat down at the table and chairs in the small walled garden. I checked my phone and smiled. No bars, the cove was a cellular blind spot on the on the map, another check mark on the plus side of the place in my mind.

The sea in front of me reminded me of a Turner painting, flecks of colour reaching from the deepest blue to golden orange. Our twenty-four-foot sailboat was moored to a pair of buoys in the middle of the cove and was framed by the dark granite rocks forming the headlands to either side of the inlet.

I relaxed in the chair, a glass in my hand and my feet propped up on a log. The sounds of the cove were a lullaby to my soul: the waves on the rocks; the rustling of the leaves in the breeze; and the bird songs and occasional lowing of cattle in the nearby fields, a perfect counterpoint.

The usual sounds of civilisation were conspicuously absent, no traffic or people assaulted my senses. I closed my eyes, feeling the sun on my face and the breeze as it stirred my hair while I occasionally sipped from my glass.

The sound of a distant helicopter briefly disturbed the peace. I topped up my glass before letting the magic of the cove settle around me again.

Was I seriously considering the thought that Gillian could become part of my relationship with my wife? I was so focused on my thoughts and the harmony of my surroundings that I never heard them arrive.

A softly spoken, "Master" appearing on the periphery of my senses was my first indication I wasn't alone anymore. It took me a moment to realise that this wasn't the first time I'd heard this familiar voice. I opened my eyes to see every man's fantasy. Two beautiful women, no let's be accurate here, two beautiful women dressed in skimpy skirts and tiny bikini tops kneeling on the grass in front of me. Each wore a leather collar and held out a lead to me in the hand that wasn't clasped demurely in their lap. They weren't looking at me but at the ground in front of me.

My first thought wasn't 'holy fuck there are two almost naked women kneeling before me'. It was 'where the hell did they get the collars and leads'. I'm not sure what that says about my emotional state.

There was a long pause while I gathered my thoughts. Karen, yes it was Karen and Gillian, was as still as a statue. The only movement her long hair as the breeze caught it. Gillian was trembling and I could see a bead of nervous sweat trickling down between her breasts.

"Master," came Karen's soft voice again, interrupting my thoughts. "You must take our leads and accept us as your slaves."

"Why?" Because I was sure if I did, I would have stepped over a line into a future I wasn't sure I wanted.

"Because ... we have hurt you and this is the only way that we can earn your love, forgiveness and trust back. You need to know that you own me body and soul."

"And if I don't want to?"

Her face fell and her voice got all trembly, "You have to Neil, I love you." And tears started running down her face.

"What about you?" I asked Gillian. "Why do you want this, what's in it for you? Why should I accept your offer?"

She swallowed and then said nervously, "I love Karen, and I want to be near her as much as I can. But I know you're not going to let that happen, so I hope this proves I'm not trying to steal her from you. If you take me as your slave, then you completely control me and my access to her. I will obey you, Master."

"You're rich and powerful Gillian, do you honestly think you can surrender your will to me?"

"I have to, I know that getting you to trust me means I have to put myself entirely in your hands. And I won't be the only one rich anymore."

The last part of her answer confused me and I said so.

She raised her head to look me in the eye. "I'm giving you half of everything I've saved, that's half of a hundred and twenty million, and half of anything I earn in the future will be yours!"

I sat back in my chair stunned by what I'd just heard. For long minutes, I racked my brain trying to work out all the implications of both of their offers. How far were they willing to take this, for as I understood this lifestyle was very much a two-way thing. Was Gillian trying to buy me with her millions?

Coming to a conclusion, I looked up to see both of them shivering both from the evening air and from the humility of their situation. The sun had dropped below the horizon and the garden was now in shadow. The pleasant cooling breeze from earlier was now chilly, and I could see goosebumps on their arms. Karen and Gillian both had tears running down their cheeks.

Not sure if I was doing the right thing and knowing it was risking the dynamics of our marriage, I stood and without taking the offered leads, said. "Come."

They both struggled stiffly to their feet, supporting each other, and I ushered them into the cottage. The tiny pleated skirts barely covered their arses, and it was fairly obvious neither wore anything under them. I'd seen both of them before, Karen had bought them to wear to a fancy dress party. She'd gone as a naughty schoolgirl. I'd gone as ... oh you get the idea. One was blue tartan, the other red. She'd not been able to choose between them and so had come home with both. I'd picked the red and she'd wear it when she felt she wanted to be a naughty girl and be punished. That said, we had never done the dom-sub thing before, and I certainly couldn't even imagine it with two women.

The cottage still retained the summer warmth and they both looked more comfortable. I sat down on the sofa, they both went to sit at my feet, but I stopped them.

"This isn't something we just jump into, we need to talk about it," I said. They didn't say a word and just stood there waiting for me to continue.

It was a bit unnerving, I loved the old Karen and this Stepford Wives version of her was disturbing. I made them sit either side of me and unhooked the leads from their collars. There was a tag attached to each of the collars engraved with the words 'l belong to Neil'.

Ideally wondering how they managed to get them engraved so quickly, I asked. "How long is this going to last?"

Karen said in a reverent tone, "Until we have proved you can trust us, then if you wish you can release us. But just so you know you've been my master since the day I met you and will be until I die."

Gillian whispered, "I wish she loved me to the same degree." Then in a firmer voice, "She loves you so I love you! And as I love you then you're my master too."

Christ, I wasn't expecting that. "You don't need to try and love me just because she does."

"I don't love you just because she does, but because of why she does. You are the centre of her universe, just as she is yours. When I knew her, the touch of a man frightened her. But look at her ..."

And I did.

"She's desperate for you to touch her, to hold her. You have overcome her body's natural desire for women. And then you go and offer us a night together, after all that I've done and has happened between us. Well, no shit Sherlock, that just about sealed my affection for you. The night without you as part of it wouldn't be right."

The more they said, the greater grew my discomfort at the scene being played out in front of me. Was Gillian saying I needed to be part of their night, was that what this display was all about? And was she talking just about tonight or did she mean in the long term?

Finally, I stood up and began pacing, waving my hand at them to stay seated. Karen had already popped up to stand at attention, catching Gillian off guard. She sat at my gesture.

I started speaking, I wasn't actually talking to them; all my confused, disturbed and irrational thoughts came spilling out of my mouth.

"This feels so wrong. I don't want a fucking mindless slave; I want the loving wife who's been my partner in all things, discussing everything. And having two slaves ... ughhhh!"

I kept glancing at the pair of them, each time I did so, my thoughts would fly off in another direction.

"And if I do this will Gillian expect me to sleep with her. Hell, isn't this just a game so she can have sex with my wife. Or does she really believe I need to be part of it?"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, this has to be all her idea. Why couldn't they have just taken the night I gave them? No, of course not; one night isn't enough for her, this way she gets to steal her from me."

"Why did you think you needed to lie to me for all those years?"

"What the fuck makes the other think she can buy me off? Fuck is that her idea, to buy Karen from me."


At last, my thoughts coalesced into one all defining one.

"No, I don't want this," and I sank to my knees, on the rug in front of the fireplace. My eyes squeezed tight, because what I can't see isn't there!

Moments later Karen was beside me, her arms wrapped tightly around me her head pressed against mine. Her sobs broke through the barrier I was trying to build. I always was a sucker for a crying woman. I drew a breath in, assaulting my senses with her unique scent. And opened my eyes.

Her wide red-rimmed blue eyes stared at me from a couple of inches away. Framed in a face that expressed a mix of love and fear. Gillian also knelt nearby, only a few feet away. She put her hand out and stroked my arm.

Karen pleaded, "Neil, you walked away and left me and I didn't know what to do. Carol read us the riot act when she found out what you'd done. I've never seen her so angry. She said we should throw ourselves at your feet and hope you'd forgive us."

"Why like this, and how did you know where I'd gone?"

"It was Carol's suggestion that we should throw ourselves at your feet that gave us the idea of offering ourselves to you as slaves. We thought that if you knew you were in charge, you might forgive me – forgive us."

Karen sat back on her heels, "Probably not my best thought out plan. I'm sorry we honestly thought that this would help you get over our stupidity." Her voice faded away as she resumed crying.

Gillian sat back with her knees drawn up and her arms wrapped around them, oblivious to the fact she wore no panties.

"It's my fault," Jilly said. "Don't blame her, all I ever wanted was to be a small part of her life again. And yours, I wanted a bit of what she gives you and some of what you give her."

"Finding where you'd gone was easy, you took the keys for here from the hook in the kitchen. Karen noticed they were missing as soon as we got back to the house. Deciding what we were going to do and then getting the costumes together took a bit longer. I arranged for a helicopter to pick us up and he dropped us off in a field back there." She waved in the general direction of the lane.

I don't know why but the irrational thought struck me and I had to ask. "Did you fly dressed like that?"

She nodded looking down at herself and then gave a nervous laugh. "Ah yes, but we wore coats over them. Magazines would pay a paparazzi a small fortune for a photo of me dressed like this. We left our other clothes in a couple of bags by the gate when we looked and saw you on the bench."

"I'll go and get them." I got up grateful to snatch a breath of fresh air and stepped out into the garden. I was back a couple of minutes later with their bags and coats.

They were sitting back on the sofa as I dropped off their bags.

"Do you want to get changed?"

They both looked at each other. Karen said submissively, "Do you want us to change?"

Hell no. Two of the most beautiful women I know dressed to seduce me. It was every red-blooded man's dream. But, and I can't believe I'm thinking this, the lack of panties was a tad distracting. My cock was starting to influence my thoughts. And when I looked closer they were both shivering in the chill of the evening.

So regretfully I said, "At least put some panties on and a warm top." Then with a smile, I added, "But the skirts stay."

That got a laugh from both of them and gathering the bags they disappeared into the bedroom. A fire had been laid in the fireplace and it only needed a match to get it going.

Karen was the first to return. She lifted the front of the red tartan schoolgirl fantasy skirt to display a thong. Her top was an old shirt she'd tied off around her waist, I could tell she'd lost the bikini top as the heavenly outline of her areoles showed through the soft white cotton.

She gave me a spin as though she was seeking my approval, and I held my arms out to her. With a little sob, she threw herself into them. Pressing her sexy body up against mine, and covering my face with a multitude of kisses. My poor confused cock happily responded to her presence by doing what he does best. Karen whimpered as she felt the bulge in the front of my jeans and pressed her pussy hard against me.

There was another whimper, this time from the bedroom doorway. I looked to see Gillian standing there with such a sad expression on her face. I motioned for her to join us. I expected that she would hug Karen. But no, she pushed herself up against me, and Karen gave her a few inches, which she took gratefully. Suddenly, I had two warm, attractive and delightful smelling women in my arms, rubbing their perfect bodies up against mine. To my surprise, Gillian gave me a dozen little kisses on my cheek and neck. I remember thinking that this wasn't so bad.

My hand traced its way down Karen's back until I could caress the soft skin of her arse cheeks. She buried her face into my neck giving me a happy sigh. She eased her legs either side of one of mine, rubbing her pussy on my thigh.

Gillian gave me a shy but hopeful look and tugged my free hand down her back and onto her arse. I ran my fingertips over the incredibly soft silky fabric covering her firm arse under the mini-skirt.

In my mind, I was wondering if this was wise. But then again how often do you have the chance to caress the arse of an A-list movie star. A movie star who was happily pushing her firm unfettered breasts into my chest; her nipples hard against the silk of her top. Jilly also mounted my other thigh and pushed her essence against me. Did she really mean it when she had said I needed to be a part of everything?

Karen lifted her head and her lips sought mine and drew me into a long kiss that left both of us gasping for breath. No sooner than my lips had left Karen's than Gillian had her face upturned waiting for her kiss. I gave her a hesitant kiss, but that wasn't to her liking. Her tongue darted into my mouth and she drew more and more from me.

My brain overruled my cock long enough for me to ask Karen. "What's going on love? Is this what you want to happen?"

She gave first me and then Gillian a speculative glance. "I'm not sure, I know that I need you to take me into the bedroom and fuck my brains out."

"And what do you want," I said to Gillian.

She hesitated for a moment and then said, "I want to experience what you two feel. I want someone who makes love to me, not just fucks my body. I want to be part of what makes you both so amazing."

She started crying and we both hugged her. Finally, she was able to bring her sobs under control. She eased herself out of our tight grip and swallowing hard started to speak.

"I've not given you any reason to trust me, Neil. I've been manipulating the situation to try and reclaim something I foolishly threw away. I promise I've stopped all that."

"But ..." Karen started to say, but Gillian stopped her.

"Please, this is hard for me. I know that David was happy enough to take advantage of my feelings for you, but I was ready and willing to accept his help even if I didn't know why he was giving it or the impact it was having."

"Neil, it may not look like it, but I never wanted to take her away from you. I wanted her to love both of us, I wanted Karen to be part of my life again, just as much as I need Karen to be with you. But I also want a part of what you give to her every day."

"I can't just give you part of my love," I said.

She shook her head, "Of course not, it's something I need to earn. But Neil." and she took hold of my hand. "Whether you love me or not is immaterial at the moment. What is important is you're inseparable. I can't have one of you without the other."
She stopped, "Crap, I'm not explaining this very well. I'm a fucking actor; I should be better with my words than this. And no, I'm not acting now, I'm not that good."

"At first, I hated you, you had taken something I'd been foolish enough to let slip from my grasp. I waited for her to come to her senses. I was so sure her infatuation with a man had to be a passing fad. How wrong I was. Then as I watched you, I realised how much you loved her and how much she loved you. Over the years, I've grown to admire you, and yes as crass as it sounds I've fallen in love with you. If you're good for her, then I know I want to share in that."

"I know I've not shown much evidence of that these past few days, I'm not surprised you don't trust me. I really didn't think it would upset you if Karen and I got back together again. Isn't it every husband's fantasy to see his wife make out with another woman?"

It was Karen who spoke next. "Husband;" oh shit, she only called me that when my world was about to change.

"Husband," she repeated, "One of two things is going to happen now. Both revolve around the premise that you are about to fuck me. In the first, you take me into the bedroom where I will prove to you just how much I love you while Jilly sleeps out here on the sofa. In the second, we will both take you into the bedroom and prove how much we both love you."

I think 'deer in the headlights' best described me after those words. There the whole situation was in a nutshell.

She tightened her grip on me, her arm around my waist pulling her tight against me. Her rock hard nipples seemingly drilling holes in my chest.

She grinned up at me, "Oh, and so you fully understand. You don't get to choose, I do! Now, trust me that I'm doing the right thing for US."

She stepped away from me and with a nod to Gillian, they both led me into the bedroom like a lamb to the slaughter. I have to admit that I did go willingly. If you get hammered on enough and in the right way, even the toughest nail gives way.

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Well not really. It wouldn't be fair to leave it like that so ...

Epilogue.

I think the term in my case was a willing lamb to happy slaughter.

In the bedroom, the pair of them drew me to the end of the bed. It didn't take them long to remove the few clothes I was wearing. But they did take their time that they bestowed all over my body. Gillian was careful to check with Karen before she moved her lips to the next place on her journey of discovery.

It was like two butterflies flitting across my skin, but only briefly. Karen pushed me in the direction of the bathroom.

"You need a shower," she told me after she wrinkled her nose. "Get the water running and we'll join you."

Our one big indulgence when we'd fixed the place up was to convert a lean-to outhouse into a luxury bathroom. We had knocked through from the bedroom and installed a large shower and a whirlpool tub

Karen had been right, I had been a bit ripe after the cricket match. I'd forgone my usual post-match shower in my urgency to get away.

I stood in the shower and the sensation of the warm water thrumming on my skin was pleasure in its self. Karen came up behind me wrapping her arms around my waist, and pressing her breasts with their hard nipples into my back. Her hands slid lower and found my cock firming and rising to meet her. I closed my eyes and lost myself to the gentle touch of her fingertips on my sensitive flesh. Her lips feather kissed the back of my neck.

I stiffened as I felt a second pair of hands on my body. I turned to see Gillian standing beside us with a hopeful look. She was nude and absolutely gorgeous.

Karen answered her unspoken question by wrapping one arm around Gillian and drawing her into a three-way caress. After a kiss, she turned on the other shower head so we were all deluged with warm water.

I took a cloth and the shower gel and began the very enjoyable task of washing the two beautiful women with me. Gillian's body in its entirety didn't disappoint me. She had the slim, trim and toned body that I remember from the many films I'd seen of her. But now, that wet naked body from the silver screen was pressed up against mine, her breasts and erect nipples also tracing patterns on my skin.

I let my fingertips toy with her pubic curls and heard her whimper as I grazed her clit in passing. Karen took the cloth from me and started washing my back.

Gillian slid her still soapy body up against me whispering, "I've been waiting a long time for us all to be together." She kissed me hard and passionately.

Gillian sank down to her knees and looked to Karen for permission.

"May I suck master's cock, mistress?"

Seeing Karen's approving smile, she licked the crown of my erect cock, running the tip of her tongue around the groove. Then she sucked the head into the silky warmth of her mouth. Her head bobbed as she sucked. Beads of pre-cum formed at the tip and she swallowed them without hesitation.

Karen ran her fingers down my back and I did the same to her. Caressing the perfect curves of her arse cheeks, made even smoother by the soapsuds. My finger slid lower and she sighed and opened her legs to give me better access. I found the entrance to her pussy slick with the water and her own juices. She pushed against my fingers, eager to be penetrated. Two fingers granted her wish and I gave her the bonus of my thumb on her clit.

She gasped and slumped against me. She whimpered, "Please Neil, make me come," as she wrapped her arms around my neck for support.

Gillian looked up and grinned at me around her mouthful. She paused to say, "I love the taste of you in my mouth."

I groaned, "And I love the feel of your mouth on my cock." I groped for the shower controls and slowed the tropical rainstorm to a light drizzle.

Karen writhed as my fingers moved inside her, stroking her G-spot while my thumb rubbed the hard nub that was her clit. She buried her face into my neck whimpering in pleasure as she nibbled my flesh. I felt her legs shaking and the walls of her cunt shivered as her eagerly sought after orgasm built up in deep inside her.

After a few minutes, Karen came with a final long drawn out cry. Clutching tight against me for support as her knees buckled. I held her up as she regained her composure, I let my own pleasure from Gillian's mouth control my actions. She was caressing my shaft as she sucked the head deep into her mouth. I rolled my hips eager for her to suck me in deeper and she obliged. She placed her hands on my hips to control my movements. Each time she swallowed more until her face was resting against me. Her throat muscles massage my cock and it was too much for me to resist.

I gasped, "Fuck, I'm going to cum."

She pulled back so my cock crown filled her mouth as my first spurt of milky cum appeared. Karen dropped to her knees beside her and after the second pulse of cum, she took Gillian's place and milked the last of my cum from me into her own mouth.

I leant back against the tiled wall of the shower for support. Jilly and Karen stood and they both showed me my frothy cum in their mouths before they kissed each other, apparently sharing my spend, and swallowed. When they broke apart, I pulled first Karen then Gillian to me and kissed and tasted their mouths.

For just a few moments we all hugged, then I looked at Gillian and said softly, "Your turn I think."

She looked at us gratefully and said just one word, "Pleeeease."

Karen and I led her back into the bedroom, stepping over the three piles of clothes abandoned on the floor. We grabbed towels as we passed the rack. And spread them on the bed before Gillian lay down on her back. After checking with me, Karen crawled up beside her curling up against her. She kissed her lips and caressed her breasts. Gillian let her knees fall apart inviting me to admire the beauty of her pussy lips and the crowning glory of her soft trimmed curls. I leant forward to taste the beads honey juice forming on her lips. I slowly licked up from the pink puckered rose to the hard nub of her clit as it emerged from its hiding place. Her hand stroked my hair as she whimpered. Her other hand pulled Karen's head to her breast and her whimpers grew louder as Karen suckled on her nipples.

I lapped at Gillian's pussy lips for the first time, letting my tongue dart between them and she wriggled in pleasure. Her whimpers became moans and then a groan as I pushed my fingers into her wet silky passage, finding her G-spot. I sucked and nibbled on her clit and she jumped, pushing herself hard against my mouth.

"Oh shit," she gasped, "you're both making me feel fucking wonderful."

I kept caressing her G-spot, feeling the walls of her cunt ripple in response. She grew wetter and rested her legs on my back as I ate at her feast. Each time she drew close to coming I'd stop and blow on her clit and she would groan in frustration.

Karen said, "Stop teasing her, she needs to cum."

I smiled and nodded. I shuffled up the bed until the tip of my erect cock pushed at the entrance to Gillian's beautiful cunt. With my hands on her hips, I pulled her to me sliding deep into her wet, silky passage.

"Fuck, yessss, fuck me you wonderful loving bastard," Gillian cried out.

I thrust into her, quickly gaining my rhythm. She rolled her hips meeting my thrusts, moans forced out of her each time I slammed into her.

I looked briefly at Karen, and she had a happy smile from ear to ear.

"Harder," Gillian gasped shaking her head from side to side. "I'm close." Then she came shuddering on my cock like a major earthquake. "Ohh fuck, yesssssss."

I wasn't done, so I kept plunging in and out while her orgasm kept washing over her. She was having a second orgasm as I felt my balls tightening as the pre-cum ache built up. Then I came, hot cum filling her cunt as I pumped into her spilling my seed. By then, she had her head resting on Karen's lap as she came down from her high. Her cunt kept clutching at me, reluctant to let me go, but as I softened, I pulled out with an audible pop. Trickles of cum and pussy juice ran down her arse pooling on the towels.

Gillian sat up and wrapped her arms around me, "Christ, I dreamt about how you would feel inside me; the reality is even better." Then she turned to Karen and held her arms out. They hugged and kissed and tears formed in their eyes.

Gillian said to me, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but you coming into her life was by far the best thing that's ever happened to her. Me being with both of you is the best thing that's happened to me in a long, long time."

She stood up and smiled as she looked at the mess trickling down the insides of her thighs. "Bugger, I need another shower." She smiled at us.

I looked at the sticky mess in my groin and was about to say I needed one too when Karen shook her head and started to clean the mix of my and Gillian's juices from my groin with her tongue.

Her tongue and mouth performed a minor miracle and my spent cock rose to his full height again. The sound of the shower a background counterpoint to the pleasure she was giving me.

I pushed her away only to bury my face between her thighs. My tongue hovered above her glistening slit as she lay trembling in anticipation in front of me. With my hands caressing the sides of her thighs, I dipped the tip of my tongue into the honey pot at the top of her legs. She quivered as I sucked on her clit, her small tuft of blond silky soft pussy hair tickled the tip of my nose. I kissed my way slowly up the inside of her silky thighs, then up across the gentle curve of her abdomen to her belly button.

She stroked my hair and murmured, "Oh Neil, I can't believe I came so close to losing you."

I kissed my way down the fine line of down that led to the tuft of hair on her mons. She groaned as my lips grazed the tip of her clit before dropping lower and sucking on her labia. Tasting the sweet elixir of love that formed glistening beads. Like a cat, I lapped back and forth along her slit collecting the cream.

She shuddered and her hips rose off the bed. Pushing against my mouth as she came with a long drawn out moan. She collapsed back on the bed sighing contentedly only to cry out again as my fingers invaded her inner being.

"Oh God, yes," she groaned.

The tips of my fingers found that elusive patch on the wall of her passage that sent her writhing towards a second intense orgasm that left her gasping out my name.

"I want you," she gasped and my rampant cock agreed with her.

She pulled me up to cover her with my now naked body. Her legs wrapping around the back of my thighs as she fed my throbbing cock past the slick gates and into the sweet slippery confines of her cunt.

I groaned at the sensations of being surrounded by her warm flesh. Her heels and arms urged me to move and move I did. Thrusting in and out of her willing body, moving in rhythm to her vocal urgings. Our cries grew in intensity as we forged ever closer to a mutual completion of our act of love. I came, she came and for a few seconds, I think we both passed out.

There was a sigh from the bathroom and I saw Gillian resting against the door with her fingers moving slowly back and forth along her slit. She was watching us through almost closed eyes, her tongue licking her lips. She still hadn't showered, and I could still see the mess I'd made of her pussy area.

I called softly and she opened her eyes. I patted the bed beside us and she came over to me with a happy smile. I motioned for the two women to be together, and soon they shifted into a sixty-nine, each eating my cum from the other as their hands and fingers assisted in an erotic fashion. I had to admit that watching them was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen.

Each woman made the other cum in a rainbow of sparkling fireworks and sounds that filled the evening.

Later, I pulled the covers over the three of us and Gillian curled up behind Karen, my arms clasped protectively around the pair of them. It had been a long emotional day for all of us and it wasn't long before we all drifted off to sleep.

I was woken by Gillian's voice, Karen stirred in my arms.

"Good morning sleepy heads, do you want tea or coffee?" She stood at the bottom of the bed. A naked goddess grinning at both of us as we struggled to wake up. "Nice arse, Neil," she said approvingly and I growled and tugged the cover over my bare arse.

"Coffee for both of us please," I said trying but failing not to smile,

"Coming right up," and her naked body disappeared.

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So do I trust Gillian? Mostly I guess. She's not given me any reason to question her feelings for either of us since that memorable evening at the cottage. In fact, it's nice to have her around.

Have we become a threesome? Almost.

Are we in a polyamorous relationship? No, we haven't quite taken that last step.

Karen and I are still very happily married, but we seem to have acquired an almost permanent house and bed guest whenever she is in the country.

I had thought that once we had broken the ice so to speak, she and Karen would spend some quality time together. They do but not in a sexual way. They love each other but for them to get intimate I have to be part of it. Apparently they tried it on their own but it lacked a spark, me!

As Karen said, "I need you there to be able to relax enough to be able to lose my inhibitions."

Gillian just grins and rubs her luscious body up against me. It's not every night, Gillian just seems happy to be with us, she'd sleep at the foot of the bed if I told her. I know she would because she did one night when I was upset with her. It was pitiful, she sobbed for hours until I relented.

Actually, my first statement is not totally accurate, Karen and I are in a threesome. We have a beautiful six-month-old baby daughter, Mia Francesca. Gillian is her doting godmother.

And in three months Karen will become the godmother and aunt to the baby boy Gillian is carrying. Who's the father? It seems I am. Was it planned? Well, not by me, but from the knowing looks cast between the pair of them when I was told, I'm sure it had been discussed, planned and agreed upon by them. There's no way that Gillian would have done it without Karen's permission.

Our family is quickly outgrowing the cottage. And the villagers are getting a tad pissed off with the paparazzi. Phillip and the lads from the cricket club have discovered a new sport. How far can you toss a person before they land in the duck pond? Phillip holds the current record, eighteen feet.

We've found a small walled estate a mile or so outside the village. The house has twenty rooms and six bedrooms. There was a guest cottage which I sort of hope Gillian will use, but I'm not holding my breath. She's been cooing over a bedroom that had a view over the distant hills and has an attached nursery. On Karen's decorating notes it had been identified as Gillian's room.

We put the cottage up for sale a couple of months earlier. It had sold almost immediately, and we will be moving into our new home in a month.

Ah yes, the money. Did Gillian give me half of everything? Yes, but I gave it all back to her. And she promptly gave it back. And then I gave it back again...well you get the idea. After a couple of months, at about the same time Karen confirmed she was pregnant, we compromised.

A quarter of everything the three of us earn goes into a joint account. It's an investment for the future and our children.

Gillian does love buying us presents, though. I keep leaving superyacht magazines lying around hoping she'll get the hint.

Do I still own the agency? Don't be daft, what the hell do I know about product branding and advertising. I gave it to Karen and she gave forty-nine percent of it to the employees. I'm still chairman of the board, but Karen's the CEO and runs everything.

And that's where we are, a happy, loving couple who just seem to have a movie-star lover. Does Karen love me any less? No, just the opposite if that is possible.

Do I regret ever giving her the 'Free Pass'? Hell no, it was the clinching gesture that gave me Karen, and if you think about it, she's not really used it. The locket is her most precious piece of jewelry and the words still have the big crude X she scored across them.

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