Saturday 5th May 2018
It was well after midnight and through super-human efforts, I’d managed to avoid contacting Jill throughout the whole day – the day of her supposed last date with Chris before he headed off to California.
I say ‘supposed’ because, with every passing minute, more and more of my mind screamed at the prospect that maybe everything had changed. Maybe during an evening with the other man, Jill loved he’d managed to turn things through a hundred and eighty degrees and I’d be the one getting the ‘Dear John’ farewell at the end of the evening, rather than Chris being the unhappy recipient of a farewell from Jill. After all, he was Jill’s shiny new toy. Giving her love, relationship, and sex that was newer and more exciting than the solid and comfortable love that we’d built these last two decades.
I tried to reassure myself with all kinds of arguments and thoughts, but as midnight had passed and Jill was still not home as promised, these thoughts of desperation and betrayal thudded louder and louder in my head.
But now my heart lifted with relief and lightness that was almost euphoric as I saw the sweep of headlights playing shadows of all shapes and sizes on our lounge wall. But the joy was short-lived when I peered out and immediately saw the car parked in our drive wasn’t Jill’s – it was Callan’s car.
What the fuck? What was Callan’s car doing rolling into my driveway at half-past midnight on a Saturday morning? Despite how we’d first gotten to know each other, he was a friend and I knew he was still going through rough times trying to rebuild his marriage to Charlotte. But twelve-thirty on Saturday morning? Even in the best of friendships, there are limits. Especially as given Jill and Charlotte’s closeness, I was pretty sure he knew where Jill had been tonight and therefore what kind of a place I was in. Not exactly a place and mood to play agony aunt and comforting friend to Callan if he and Charlotte had had some kind of falling out.
I was just about to march out and tell Callan that now wasn’t the time when the screen of my phone lit up with an incoming message. I say ‘message’ in the singular, but no sooner had the first message arrived, than it was followed by a second.
I felt every muscle in my body tense, my breathing immediately becoming short and labored as I saw the messages were from Chris’s phone.
Hardly daring to read it, I opened and started the first message.
‘Dave, thanks for everything. Jill is an amazing woman and you know how we feel about each other. I hope we can still be friends. I thought you might enjoy this, C’
If I’d felt tense and panic-stricken at the start of the message, I felt positively suicidal and on the edge of the cliff when I’d read this message.
There was only one way to interpret Chris’s message. The bastard had indeed used his day together with Jill to turn her around. To persuade her that I should be the one who she abandoned, rather than Chris. That it should be him she accompanied to California, rather than staying as planned with me in our family home in Miami.
I felt tears welling up and a tightening of the chest as my eyes looked at the second message. No text, just a video attachment. I felt myself start to shake at the different thoughts of what this video message might be. A farewell ‘I’m so sorry’ video from Jill? A sadistic video of the two of them making love together? Maybe a joint message from them telling me they’d never meant for it to end like this and asking if one day I might forgive them?
Screwing up my courage more than I thought possible, my shaking fingers finally pressed the play button.
The light from the little screen on my phone threw a surprising amount of illumination into the room, creating all kinds of weird shadows as the video started playing.
“Hi, honey,” a surprisingly jaunty and innocent-sounding Jill declared from the little screen. “Knowing how much you like watching Chris and me together, Chris and I just thought you might like to watch us one final time.”
I might have thought it wasn’t beyond Chris to play one last sadistic trick as he stole Jill away from me, but surely she wouldn’t be part of something like that. I was now confused as hell but didn’t have a chance to dwell on it as Jill turned to Chris and took the lead as the two of them shared a long, lingering kiss.
The desire and burning hunger my wife felt for Chris was etched into every moment of that kiss. From the moment their lips touched, through the way they mashed their faces, hands holding each other’s faces or running through hair, to the moment they finally broke for air. After those ten days living as a couple on our trip to England, they’d not been together physically for the last month and so the intensity of their reunion was hardly surprising. Especially given the watershed moment during that trip when they’d declared their love for each other, a love which so powerfully worked hand-in-hand with the sexual chemistry they shared.
This love and physical hunger meant that as soon as they broke that first kiss, they were soon eagerly pulling at clothes and stripping so that they could re-consummate their relationship and express their love physically. As I watched clothes flying everywhere, I had another of those ‘duh, you idiot’ moments, only now realizing that this must have been recorded much earlier in the day, as there was no way that Jill and Chris had lasted all day before jumping into bed together.
As the video showed them moving onto the bed, I knew instinctively which position they’d chose to make love in. Missionary, allowing them to kiss and gaze into each other’s eyes as Jill accepted her boyfriend’s big cock deep into her body for the first time in what must have been a very frustrating month for her.
My intuition was one-hundred-percent correct as Jill smiled up at her lover, spread her legs wide and lay back as Chris took up position between her welcoming thighs. Seconds later my wife of twenty-plus years was cooing and moaning as Chris slid inch after inch of his long fat cock deep into the part of my wife’s body which had been mine only before these last few crazy months.
I don’t know why, but even as my ears were filled with the sound of Jill’s contented moans and sighs, my mind was filled with the image of Daryl. The first man Jill had known as we’d started this crazy journey. Her lover from the swinging club which we’d joined and allowed to become the seed of our destruction.
My mind seemed to alternate between the actual image of Chris’s buttocks rising and falling atop my happy and fulfilled wife and remembered images of that first time I’d watched Jill with another man. When Daryl had come back to our place after their chance meeting at the coffee shop, and I’d asked him to make our fantasy come true by finally going all the way with Jill, and the images I remembered as Jill had loved every moment from that evening as Daryl had fucked her with his big cock several times. Maybe the images of Daryl and Jill were my mind’s way of taking me right back to the beginning. To the last point, I’d had a chance to save my marriage.
I shook my head several times, finally managing to rid myself of those memories of Daryl. But it hardly brought me any respite or peace, because now I had nothing to distract me from the pin-sharp image and sounds of Chris pleasuring Jill for the first time in a month in a way that I knew I’d always struggle to match.
Their mouths were back locked together, Jill’s stockinged legs created a pale and feminine band possessively wrapped around Chris’ muscular back and the two of them showed no signs of caring about anything or anyone apart from each other. The video may have started as something they claimed was partly done for my pleasure, but seeing the way they were totally consumed by feelings for each other and the physical joy of their union, I knew that I was a million miles away from their thoughts.
Not only were Jill’s legs wrapped tightly around Chris’s back, pulling him as deep as she could, but her arms were also around his neck as she ran her slender fingers through his thick brown hair. Seemingly every part of their bodies engaged in their togetherness as Chris’s own hands stroked Jill’s face tenderly as his other hand played with and cupped the ripe shape of her breasts.
Despite their month apart as lovers, they were evidently in no hurry, keen to savor every second of their congress. Jill’s face shown the fulfillment she felt as Chris used his manhood to possess her body and soul once again. Even on the small screen, the look of ecstasy and satisfaction was clear on Jill’s face, in the same way, the little picture even showed the shiny texture of Chris’s cock as it pumped in and out of Jill. Shiny with her love juices, testament to how much she was enjoying being back with Chris after their enforced separation.
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My tears were now flowing as I quietly sobbed. Despite these feelings, unable to tear my eyes away from that little image on the phone. As Jill and Chris continued on and on, their love-making seeming to last an eternity. Seemingly with no end to their desire and need for each other. Chris’ enviable self-control and bedroom skills meaning they could just go on and on, with Jill’s sweating body and moaning voice crashing through a series of orgasms. Before finally, they moved with perfect synchronicity as Chris lunged deep into my wife one final time as they cried out in ecstasy together as Chris filled Jill’s womb with his seed.
As the pair of them slowly caressed and touched, I was convinced I was watching the first scene of the end of my marriage. And what came next, with the pair of them seemingly forgetting they were recording the video, only served to push me deeper into despair and despondency. My belief that the end of my marriage was playing out in front of me becoming stronger and stronger the more I heard.
At first, as their breathing slowly returned to normal they started whispering sweet nothings to each other. But their words so soft that I couldn’t pick up what they were saying. But bit by bit the sweet nothings turned into a conversation, and I was able to hear pretty much everything that they said.
They were now each propped up on the bed gazing into each other’s eyes, Jill’s words being the first ones I could hear.
“I really love you, Chris. You do know that, right.”
Chris grinned broadly at my beautiful wife. “Yes, I do know that. But it never hurts to hear it again.”
Chris’ teasing reply earned him a dig in the ribs. “I’m being serious here. This isn’t easy for me, you know.”
The pained look on Jill’s face and her confession of how hard it was for her instantly wiped the grin of Chris’ face. Replaced by a look of concern and love.
“It’s hard for me too, Jill. I’ve fallen in love with you after I thought I’d never love another woman again after the pain of my divorce. And then you tell me that you and Dave decided to end it. Just like that. No consideration of what Gemma or I needed.”
There was a hurt, accusing look on Chris’ face. A long pause followed as Jill looked hurt by the words of the other man in her life. The man who held the keys to the other half of her heart.
I was now ten times more confused than I’d been before. My tears and aching heart bearing witness to the fact I was convinced I was watching some sick video tribute shared by Chris as a ‘fuck you’ statement that he’d won and I’d lost my wife to him.
But the words I was hearing from him and what was now playing out between the two of them suggested otherwise. His hurt words weren’t the words of the victor who’d won the spoils. They were the words of a loser, vanquished and sullen and licking his wounds.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to bury the pain in my head. Trying to make sense of what I’d just seen and was now hearing. But my efforts to pull sense from this video they’d sent me became more and more difficult because of where they’re conversation moved next. The pained silence between them finally ending when Chris finally spoke.
“Jill, I didn’t want to say this at work, these last few days. And I can understand what Dave gets out of this, but I have to ask you, have you thought about this properly?”
These words felt like a knife stabbing straight through my gut. The blade long and sharp and very, very painful. I sensed where this conversation was heading, and the confused but questioning look that had suddenly appeared on Jill’s face filled with me with dread and terror. Rather than shut him down, Jill’s expression was one of an open-mind, the expression of someone who wants to hear more and have their mind changed for them.
Chris also seemed to pick up on this, his hurt and sad expression suddenly having more energy and hope about it.
“Jill, what I mean is that I think what you and Dave have had these last twenty years is wonderful. A brilliant time, with a man who loves you and who you’ve raised three great kids with. But it’s like that’s the first act of the play. In the second act, these last few months, your husband found he liked sharing you and then he met and fell in love with another wonderful woman who really needs him. After what her bastard husband did with that bimbo secretary of his.”
Jill suddenly looked confused, as if doubts had entered her mind about our agreed plans to end things with Gemma and Chris. She was about to say something when Chris leaned forward and gave her the softest of kisses.
“Jill, what we have is special. I don’t mean to be disrespectful or bad about what you and Dave have, but you know in your heart what we’ve discovered and built together these last few months is better. More exciting, more passionate. More thrilling. Not just loving each other, but being in love. All those things you used to dream about as a young girl. The thudding heart, the racing pulse, the excited flood of adrenaline and not being able to wait for the next time we see each other.”
I screwed my eyes shut again. After the briefest of moments of hope I’d fleetingly enjoyed just a few seconds ago, my heart was sinking yet again. It made perfect sense now. Jill’s failure to come home as promised before midnight. The words of Chris’ text and the taunting victory video attached. The presence of Callan’s car in the drive, the two silhouettes no doubt Callan and Charlotte sat there ready to break the bad news to me and offer what comfort and solace they could. Just enough to reassure Jill who’d no doubt sent them here to make sure I didn’t do anything stupid.
My eyes still screwed shut, like a child pretending if he can’t himself see it he can’t be seen by the frightening nightmare, I heard the words start up again. Chris’s oily and persuasive tone, forcing me to open my eyes and sucking me in despite my earnest desire to block it out and not listen to a single syllable more from this scheming bastard.
“Jill, what you’ve had is wonderful and no one and nothing will ever take that away from you. But what you and I can have now is the kind of amazing love, romance, and life that you always dreamed of. You know, like you had all those years ago with Callan, when the two of you were so happy together at college. Before everything else happened …”
I didn’t think it was possible, but I was now even more confused and disoriented. Why the hell did Chris intone the name of Callan, and reference Jill’s college romance with Callan before she and I had got together? But however confused and bewildered I was feeling, I could see that Chris’s words had half turned some long rusty and forgotten lock within Jill’s mind.
Chris seemed to sense that his words were starting to work. Starting to turn the resolve Jill had held these last two weeks to stick to our plan to end their relationship.
“Jill, sweetheart, life’s about choices. And we only get one life. I’m not asking you to pretend you don’t love Dave. I know you love Dave and always will. I’m asking you to just do one thing. To go with the decision that’s not the easiest or the most comfortable. The one that’s going to upset the least people. I’m asking you to go with the decision that’s going to give you the most happiness and fulfillment these next twenty years.”
I could see tears in Jill’s eyes as she listened to Chris’ words and her mind started thinking about what he was saying and about the possibilities and happiness he was offering her. I certainly could tell this from the longing and loving way she was now looking back at Chris. The way she reached out to touch his cheek leaving no room for doubt in my mind.
And with that, the video suddenly ended.
No more sounds. No more pictures. Just a dead, lifeless screen. A suitable metaphor for the state of my heart, my life and my marriage. Dark, empty and lifeless.
Giving in to my temper, I threw my phone hard against the wall. Hurling it as hard as I could. Instantly regretting it, the phone my own link, however slender, with Jill and the faintest of hopes that I could somehow rescue my marriage from Chris’ designs on my wife.
Looking down at the shattered device, I knew there was no chance of coaxing it back to life. Not only was the screen cracked and missing a couple of corner edges, the back and the inner electronics looked like a gut-shot soldier clutching at their belly.
I held my head in my hands, cursing my own stupidity, rocking back and forth, on the point of giving in to despair and bawling like a newborn baby. The only thinking holding me back being the tiniest of fighting instincts that hadn’t yet abandoned me.
I sat like this for I don’t know how long, my spirits already low but gradually ebbing lower and lower. Like the dying embers of a fire slowly getting dimmer and dimmer. Chris’ words periodically coming back to haunt me and drive me lower and lower. Each remembered word or phrase driving me to a lower ledge in the Hades-like place my heart had sunk to.
I tried my best to block them out, but that bastard’s words just kept coming back again and again. ‘I don’t mean to disrespect you or Dave and what you have.’ ‘You’ve had a wonderful twenty years.’ ‘What I’m offering is wonderful excitement, better than Dave can give you, deeper and more real love.’ ‘In love, heart-pumping, unable to wait for our next meeting, just like it was with Callan …’
As I rocked back and forward, his cruel words mocking me as they echoed through my brain, something about his mentioning of Callan struck home.
Shit! Callan’s car. Parked outside.
I’d been so sucked into watching Chris and Jill’s love-making and then the terrible ordeal that was the conversation they’d had afterward that I’d totally forgotten the presence of Callan’s car parked outside in my drive. With Callan and Charlotte no doubt sat inside, waiting for the right moment to come inside to talk to me, comfort me and tell me they were there for me.
Realizing this, I knew that my busted phone didn’t matter a shit. I could use one of their phones to call Jill. Or better still, I could get them to drive me round to Chris’ place so I could give vent to how I was feeling. To either shout or scream, or possible beg or play the guilt card, reminding Jill of how what she planned would break the hearts of our kids.
Suddenly, feeling a surge of hope, I excitedly leaped up and bounded towards the front door. Running as fast as I could the few yards to reach the car.
I was just about to reach for the driver’s side door when I saw who was in the car. There was no sign of Callan.
Sat in the driver’s seat where I’d expected to see Callan was his wife Charlotte. And sat in the passenger’s front seat where I thought I’d see Charlotte, was my wife Jill. And under the intense neon arc lights from our security system, I could clearly see they were in the middle of an intense and animated conversation.
(Thanks to cbears52 for his kind help editing)
