In which Jenny spills the beans
At the start of this ‘life changing’ episode in our lives, my wife Katie and I had been married for five years. Just the two of us, trying to stake our claim before having children.
Kate and I had met as children in the late fifties, of officers serving in the British Army On the Rhine (BOAR). Despite our young ages, we had formed a close attachment, promising that we would be together come what may.
I flew back to the UK to attend boarding school. During my first term and completely unknown to me, Katie’s family was posted to Scotland. A fact which I only learnt when I returned to Germany on my first Christmas break from school.
Some twenty years later we found each other quite by accident and after reconnecting were married eighteen months later.
At the time of the beginning of this story, we had been married for five years.
We both had demanding jobs and, like many young couples, were intent on making our way and purchasing our own place.
Katie is a stunner; slim, 5’4″ with beautiful figure, long legs, auburn hair and green eyes, she turns heads wherever she goes. I’m a lucky man and I know it!
I manage the Operations facility of a small Charter Airline based at London Gatwick, a somewhat hectic and demanding position requiring me to be on call 24/7. My lack of ‘Home Time’ was causing some problems between us.
“Your ear is always glued to that phone! Can’t we ever have some time to ourselves? Tell them to leave you alone. They don’t pay you enough for all this extra time.” And so on.
Well, she was right, but I had to make my mark. Maybe they were taking advantage. I had told her that it would ease as the staff got more experience and confidence, but it was taking longer than I had expected.
Eventually, I suggested that Katie went out at the weekends with friends. She agreed and spent most weekend evenings out with one friend in particular, Jenny. Amazing how such seemingly small changes can lead to to such huge consequences!
Jenny worked in ground handling at the airport, was single and a real ‘party girl’. Most Fridays, Kate would go to Jenny’s and do the rounds of the local pubs and nightclubs with Jenny and their friends and return to our house late Saturday after a night on the town, giggling like school girls. It was good to see Katie so happy in Jenny’s company.
And so the story begins…
Friday 4th February, 1994
I was looking forward to the weekend and had just this 3:00 o’clock meeting to attend before I could start to wind down. As I walked through the airport terminal, I met Jenny going in the same direction and caught up with her. It turned out she had been invited to the same meeting.
Jenny often stayed over on Saturday night but hadn’t done so for a couple of months now. I suggested that we have a cup of coffee in one of the airport coffee shops after the meeting to catch up. The meeting closed at 3:45 and we walked through the terminal chatting about its outcome. We bought our coffee and found, much to my surprise, an unoccupied sofa.
“I haven’t seen you for months, Jen. How is your workload now? Still taking it home at weekends?” I asked.
I saw a fleeting look of confusion cross her face. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t take work home. It’s all done here at the office. Much of it is sensitive financial material so the company would never let me take it home.”
“Oh, sorry. I thought Katie said your workload was high and you had to work at home most weekends.” I smiled. “I must have misunderstood her. So what’s your excuse for curtailing our fun weekends then?” I asked jokingly.
She then told me how she had met a new man and, “Well, you know how it is, Peter. I love spending time with you and Katie but all those young men after my body…” she smiled.
“That’s okay. Perhaps all four of us can all get together some time for a meal?”
“That would be lovely!” She said with enthusiasm
“Well, no pressure. I’ll mention it to Katie and leave it up to you two to sort out time and date.”
“Speaking of the lovely Katie,” she said, “How is she? I haven’t seen her for simply ages.”
It was my turn to be confused. Kate had spent Friday night to Sunday afternoon at Jenny’s for her usual girl’s weekend with Jenny. “I thought she was with you at your place last weekend?”
“No, I haven’t seen Katie for…” she stopped suddenly.
“Oh!…” she said and looked looked pointedly at her watch. “I’m so late for my next meeting. Sorry Peter, I must fly.”
Flustered, she stood quickly and gathered her things together. She paused, bent and kissed me on the cheek then looked me in the eyes. “You are a lovely man, Peter, and I love you like a brother. I’m so sorry Peter, really, so sorry.”
I looked down briefly, trying to make sense of what I’d just been told. I looked up, saying as I did so, “Sorry about what?” But she was already hurrying away to be swallowed up by the crowd.
I finished my coffee. Something wasn’t right here. Katie had definitely told me that she was spending last weekend with Jen.
I went over everything which had happened over the past year. What was going on? We were building a life together. We were happy and in love. Our jobs were good, we had a beautiful house. Yes it was tough and we didn’t have much time for each other, but we were getting there.
Eventually I realised that there was only one way to resolve this and get to the truth. Have it out with Katie.
I called the office and told them that I was calling it a day and that I could be contacted at home if needed.
The journey home passed in something of a daze as I tried to think of a reasonable explanation for her lie. I was hoping to be there before Katie got home from work, but as I pulled into the driveway, her car was already parked by the front door. She was home much earlier than normal.
I sat in my car thinking round and round in circles for ten minutes, not able to reach any conclusion about how I was going to tackle this. I didn’t want to make a complete fool of myself by accusing her of something for which there might be a reasonable explanation, but Jenny’s last words to me seemed ominous. Eventually, I could put it off no longer. I decided just to get it over with and just ask the question.
She wasn’t downstairs but I could hear the shower running so I made my way up to the bedroom. She must have heard me coming up the stairs because as I entered the room, she was just coming out of the en-suite bathroom wrapped in a big fluffy white towel.
She looked tense. “Hello Darling. What are you doing back this early?” she said.
I saw her eyes glance round the room. Checking for anything out of place? I wondered.
I kept my distance. I kissed her. “How about you? You’re not usually this early either. When did you get back?” I asked.
“They owe me some hours anyway. So I took a couple back. How was your day?” she asked.
“I went to a meeting at the airport this afternoon. Jenny was there too. We had a coffee after the meeting.”
I saw a fleeting smile cross her face. I had a feeling she knew what I was going to say.
“She asked me how you were.”
Expecting her to say something, I paused. Nothing was forthcoming.
“You saw her last Sunday, Kate.”
Still no reaction.
“She said, and I quote, ‘I Haven’t seen her for simply ages’. Yet you told me that you spent last weekend with Jenny. Why did you tell me you were with Jenny. It’s quite obvious that you weren’t.”
“I know all about your meeting. She called me and told me about it. If you must know, I was with some other friends last weekend.”
“Do I know them?” I asked.
“No but you’ll meet them soon, and I’ll introduce you to them.”
“Kate, I want to. I want to know exactly what’s been going on and why you lied to me.” I said, emphasising word lied.
“Peter, please! I will tell you all about it, I promise. Just let me get changed. When I come down, we’ll have a drink and talk. I need you to be strong but please don’t think I don’t love you any more or anything like that. I love you with all my heart but this is very important to me and so I am looking to you for understanding and support. Now please let me get dressed. Get some wine from the garage and pour me a large glass of white, would you?”
This looked as if it might be a marathon talking session, but why did I have to ‘be strong’? That phrase worried me. This had the marks of a marathon talking session so I went out to the garage to fetch the wine. When I returned to the house, I could hear her speaking on her cell phone but couldn’t quite make out the words.
Thirty minutes or so later, Kate appeared in the sitting room. I handed her a glass of wine.
“Who were you talking with?” I asked
“Oh it was just a work problem,” she replied
She glanced at her watch.
She was looking very sexy; hair and make-up perfect, black patent leather heels and short pleated skirt, low cut white blouse, pearl earrings, and the pearl choker I gave her last anniversary. Her perfume wafted through the air as she passed by me to sit opposite me on the three-piece sofa.
“You look lovely. Going out somewhere?” I asked
She just shrugged.
I was guarding my emotions, convinced that this display was to divert my resolve to get an answer from her.
“You were going to tell me about last weekend, Kate.”
She turned to face me, leaned forward, took my hands in hers and looked into my eyes.
“Peter, I love you with all my heart. I think you are a wonderful husband and provider. You are kind and generous and the last thing I want to do is to hurt you in any way. I am frightened that what I’m going to say will shock and hurt you and may destroy what we have togethe,r but I need to be honest with you.”
She lowered her eyes, paused and became thoughtful for a moment. My stomach flipped. I could tell this was going to be bad.
She glanced at her watch again. She looked up at me.
I opened my mouth to speak but she put a finger to my lips and continued, “Please let me say what I need to whilst I still have the courage. Peter, we have both become so overworked that we have lost the ability to see that there is life outside of it. We used to have weekends together. We used to make love and enjoy our lives together. Now we just pass each other as we pursue our individual goals.
I need the physical side of love. It goes hand-in-hand with romantic love for me, and in you I thought I had found both. Do you realise that we haven’t made love in almost a year!”
“Because even when I do have the energy, you turn me down every time!” I said, but she ignored it.
She carried on. “I know that you love me and that you are trying to do your best for us financially, but I need the physical side too, and we’ve been just too busy or tired to satisfy that need.”
I suddenly realised where this may be going. I felt my blood pressure rising. I had to hold back the wave of anger which was building in me.
“During those weekends when you were working in your study, and Jenny and I were out clubbing, we met met a group of guys. They belong to an club who specialise in a certain way of life.
Before you jump to any wrong conclusions and assume that I am in love with any of them, let me assure you that I am not and never will be. As far as I’m concerned, you and I were meant to be together and that’s the way I’ll always want it.”
I waited for her to carry on.
“Okay so far?” she asked.
“We’ll see,” I replied, knowing that there was more to come and that she was feeding it to me in bite-sized chunks.
“Okay. Well…. it turns out that these guys are experts in their own field. They have developed this organisation which does amazing things for women. I have seen what they can do. It’s absolutely amazing.”
She was toying with the words, trying to find the right way to tell me, but she knew she had gone too far to stop now. We both knew I wasn’t going to like it one bit.
“Get to the point, Katie. So what is it that they do for women that’s so amazing?”
She bit her lower lip and lowered her gaze.
She glanced at her watch.
“I don’t know how to tell you without hurting you and I really don’t want to hurt you,” she said.
“If it’s going to hurt me, then it will hurt me, whether you tell me or not. You’ve set the ball rolling and it’s too late to stop it now.”
She was quiet for some time and I saw a tear roll down her cheek. I wanted so much to hold and comfort her but when her tears started, I knew it was going to be bad.
I waited… in desperation, I tried to pressure her into telling me.
“You’re leaving me,” I stated.
Her head came up quickly and she looked me in the eyes with her tear streaked face.
“No! Never! I love you!” she said vehemently.
Her head drooped again.
“So what is it, Kate?” I said, “We can’t play guessing games all evening. Just spit it out.”
“It’s a sort of club for women, Peter. I’ve met women from all over the world at the club, it’s very international and some of them hardly have any English at all.”
“So you’ve joined a club. Is it expensive?”
“No, Peter, I haven’t joined yet and no there’s no money involved. But I’ve seen how they help women.”
“So what do they do that benefits women?”
She took a deep breath.
“Please don’t be angry.”
I kept silent.
“It’s sex. Just sex.” She rushed on, ”I don’t mean to belittle what we have, but it is amazing sex. The best sex any woman could ever dream of, but it is just that. Sex. There is absolutely no romance involved. There is no love or affection. I’ve seen women in such ecstasy, unable to control themselves in the throes of the orgasms they give and they often pass out from the intensity of the pleasure at the hands of these men. Peter, I want that. I want to experience that level of intense pleasure. I asked if they will let me join their group and they’ve agreed.”
She saw the expression on my face and paused.
I was stunned. My wife had just told me that she was about to agree to take her sexual kicks with some other man. Not just one but with a ‘group’ of men! Neither could I understand how she knew that it was “amazing sex” unless she’d experienced it.
I stood and walked to the French windows and stood looking out over the garden in silence trying to work out why she had done this.
She stayed on the sofa. “Peter. Darling please say something…”
“Have you thought for one minute how you would feel if I told you that I had applied to join a club to fuck a group of women? I wonder how you would react if I told you ‘It’s sex. Just pure sex. The best sex any man could ever dream of, but it is just that. Sex. I’m damned sure you would be more than a little miffed!”
She didn’t reply. She glanced at her watch for the third time.
“Am I assume that if you haven’t fucked them already, you are looking for my approval or at least acceptance of the situation? You want me to be a Cuckold? Well I can tell you now, I will never approve or accept it!”
“I need this, Peter. Can’t you accept that it’s just sex, it has nothing to do with the love I feel for you.”
“Will you stop this? Can’t you see what it will do to us?”
I sat back down on the sofa and tried to calm the situation.
“Katie, I have loved you with everything in me, and for all those years we were apart, I wanted only you. Then, by some miracle, we met again and I knew that we had something special. Can’t you see how this is going to kill our marriage? Don’t throw it all away, Katie. You can still back out and we can sort this out. Please…?” I said, watching her face.
She paused for a moment and I really thought she was going to agree to stop it. Something attracted her attention and she glanced towards the door. She seemed to relax. She turned back to me. “I’m sorry, Peter, but it’s too late for that. I’ve already agreed.”
She stood.
“Whatever happens now,” she said, “remember that I love you. I will always love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I beg you, please support me in this – you are the only man I will ever truly love.”
To be continued