A couple of weeks later, while Maggie went up to Manchester to be paid to see Alan for our next ‘freedom weekend’, I went to London with the sole purpose of seeing Louise for a longer session. Louise turned up as before, and I greeted her by her real name. She looked slightly awkward to be addressed as Louise. She was dressed more casually than the previous times, with a denim skirt and polo neck light knitted top. I liked it because I felt she was being more authentic, more Louise than Jade.
We talked again about the massage. She explained that the whole massage was carefully choreographed. Nothing was spontaneous. There was a sixty-minute version, a ninety-minute version and a two-hour version.
I asked Louise if she minded that I had booked three hours since there wasn’t a choreographed three hours massage.
“I’ll find a way to take up the time,” she said and she gave me a lovely smile.
Louise set up the room and then went to the bathroom, asking me to take off the hotel robe I was wearing and wait for her, face down on the bed. I did as she said but positioned a towel over me. In the low light, and with relaxing music playing, I could hear Louise in the bathroom taking a shower. The anticipation was unbearable as I imagined what was to come.
When Louise removed the towel, my cock was so hard I felt I could orgasm at any time. Louise started the massage and kept me on edge by slowly going through her moves. I recognised most things she did, but I also realised there were some things that I hadn’t remembered.
This time, near the end, after she had rubbed herself on my hand and displayed herself close to my face, Louise got up and seemed to be about to mount me. She was on her knees looking at me, her pussy positioned just above my hard cock. She very slowly lowered herself down, pressing my cock down against me, with it pointing up towards my head and then she ran her pussy lips up and down the cock, so that I felt them around it.
I had to grab her thighs and ask her to stop since I was close to climaxing and I didn’t want to cum too early. Louise stopped and lifted herself up, removing the pressure from my cock. I realised I had touched her, and still had my hands on her.
I apologised, and removed my hands, but Louise reached forward and took my hands and placed them back on her thighs.
“It’s fine to touch me there,” she said softly. “I trust you. We don’t want you to finish too early.”
Her gentle voice was so sensuous in my aroused state. It felt as intimate as it would be if we were making love. I knew it was all part of the service she provided but she was a real expert.
When I had calmed down, Louise rubbed my cock with her pussy lips a couple more times and then took my hands in hers and placed them on her breasts. She moved up and down my body a few more times as I felt her hard nipples. I was close to finishing. She seemed to realise, and carefully removed my hands and then positioned herself between my legs on her knees. She leaned forward with her hand holding my cock upright. She brought her face close to its tip, as if she was in some way worshipping it.
She slowly rubbed it, keeping me on edge, close to climaxing, but not quite there. She was truly an expert. Then she slowly moved her mouth even closer and her lips grazed the tip. I was watching this and as I felt her lips, I reacted immediately and spurted my load high into the air.
Louise immediately moved back, and pointed my cock away from her.
“Wow, you were ready for that,” said Louise.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” I replied as my breathing started to return to normal after the massive climax. “You excite me so much. I just can’t help imagining what more we could do.”
“Just keep imagining,” said Louise. “I’ll go and get a tissue and clean you up.”
We still had some time left and so, still naked, Louise lay next to me. It had been good but I couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed that she hadn’t taken things a little bit further. However, I didn’t want to show anything except gratitude for what she had done.
“I’m glad you enjoyed my longer version,” she said.
“It was so special,” I said. “Do any of the girls offer any other extras?”
I couldn’t help asking but I worried that my question would offend Louise and put her on edge.
“I know that some do from what other clients have told me. I don’t,” she added, as if to put any other thoughts out of my head.
“I’ll never do anything that you don’t want me to, I like and respect you too much for that,” I said.
“I trust you, or I wouldn’t have seen you without going through the agency, but I’d have to know you for much longer before I’d think of anything more than I did today,” Louise said.
“So you’re not saying never?” I pressed her.
“Paul, you’re a lovely gentleman and I like you. If I ever did anything more, it would be with someone like you, but I have family and I don’t want to become someone I don’t want to be. When I started this, I set myself limits and I’ve kept to them.”
I thought of Maggie who was probably having sex with Alan in return for money even as we were talking.
“I understand,” I said. “But I’ll keep hoping and imagining that maybe one day you will make an exception for me.”
We lay in silence for a while, and I could feel Louise’s naked body next to me. She spoke again.
“I could probably recommend a girl who would go further. She’s younger than me but I know from men who have seen her that she’s very good at massage. Probably even better than me.”
“Thank you, but I don’t think I want to see anyone else. You hit the spot for me,” I replied. “I like it that you’re a little more mature with more life experience. It makes you more interesting.”
Louise gave me a lovely soft kiss on the cheek and then a quick kiss on my lips before getting up to shower. Shortly after, she left the room and I was alone with my thoughts. I missed her hands on me and then thought of what Maggie might be doing.
I didn’t hear from Maggie until the next morning. I sent her a message to wish her ‘good morning’ and a little while later Maggie replied. She just said ‘hi’ and that she hoped that I was okay. I said that I was about to travel home, and asked if she was having a good time. I wasn’t sure whether I really wanted to know.
Her reply a few minutes later: ‘I’m having a good time. Lots of new experiences. I’ll tell you everything when I get home. See you later. Mxx’
I felt empty as I read her message. The familiar feeling of rejection and pain which I had felt in earlier times when Maggie was with other lovers. I knew I had to ride the pain. I needed to be patient and wait until we met. There was nothing I could do until then. However, I couldn’t help myself wondering what new experiences Maggie had. In comparison, I had done very little with Louise that was new.
It was after I arrived back home on Sunday that I received a message from Maggie to tell me that she missed the train she meant to catch, but would be home by early evening. I was disappointed, but I told myself that it was a long journey and it would have been easy to miss a train from a place she didn’t know well. However, I kept thinking that Alan should have helped make sure she caught the train she intended after their twenty-four hours together had finished.
I knew that when Maggie got home, she would be tired and she would also have to prepare for the week ahead which normally took up much of the Sunday evening. I adjusted my expectations since I had to expect Maggie not to be able to talk too much about what had happened with Alan.
Maggie was very apologetic when I picked her up from the station. She said that she knew I would want her to describe everything, and she would try to stay up as late as possible but she needed to sort things out for work. I suggested that she get things ready for school and then we spend as much time as we could, telling each other the highlights of our weekend.
Maggie was tired. She hurried around getting things ready for school the next day and as soon as she had finished, we went to bed. Although we were tired, as we cuddled up together I asked her to give me the highlights of her time in Manchester.
She told me that Alan had picked her up from the station and they had driven to a small airfield outside of the city where he kept his light plane. I asked Maggie what sort it was. She smiled and said she didn’t know. It had two propellers and half a dozen seats behind but that was all she could tell me.
They flew across the north of England to the Scottish borders where a car was waiting to take them to an upscale hotel for a late lunch overlooking a river with hills in the background. It was an idyllic spot. They went for a walk. I asked about whether Alan tried to be intimate with her, but Maggie said that they just walked hand in hand. Even just holding hands in public set off the familiar combination of pain that my wife was with another man yet excited to think of what was to come.
They flew back during the late afternoon along the western coast so they could see England’s Lake District from the air. She said it was stunning. They also saw the Isle of Man and the coast of Ireland.
Maggie had really enjoyed flying with Alan. I started to wonder if she had become obsessed with how much money Alan had. He had clearly set out to impress her. I also thought that Maggie was describing the afternoon in lots of detail because she wanted to avoid giving me details of what happened when they were in bed together later.
I was impatient to hear more as I realised Maggie was starting to become more and more drowsy. I knew that she needed her sleep or her workweek may start badly. Despite my longing to know what had happened sexually, I knew we were running out of time.
I prompted Maggie. “I know you’re very tired but please put me out of my misery. Just tell me in brief about what happened during the rest of the weekend. I need to know before you fall asleep.”
Maggie hugged me close and gave me a kiss. “I know you want to know more and I’m sorry that I can’t stay awake. I’ll tell you the headlines, and then I’ll tell you more later in the week. I also want to know what happened with Louise, but I’ll wait.
“We got back to the airfield and then we went to Alan’s house, arriving early in the evening. Arriving in daylight, she could see just how big it was with every conceivable luxury. The swimming pool was the largest of its type that I’d ever seen, more like a hotel pool. The hot tub was in a separate area surrounded by plants. He showed me around and then took me to the bedroom. We did some stuff and then we got ready for dinner.”
I had to interrupt. “Hang on, you did some stuff? You have to give me a bit more than that!”
“Alan undressed me and we kissed a lot. I undressed him and we gave each other oral. We both climaxed, and then we showered together and got dressed.”
I knew Maggie was starting to drop off to sleep but I had to press her. “You didn’t have sex? Or did you have sex in the shower?”
“We just had oral. And we washed each other in the shower. I remember that we may have given our intimate parts a little more attention with a sponge and fingers but we didn’t have full sex. Alan had organised a caterer to cook dinner for us in his kitchen. It was all prepared beautifully. Afterwards, Alan took me to the dance where we spent the rest of the evening dancing, mainly with each other but also occasionally with others. There were all ages and it was great fun.
“We returned home just after midnight. We both got ready for bed and that’s when we had sex. It wasn’t anything unusual. It was nice and gentle. We fell asleep together, and slept in. The next day we spent some time in the hot tub before breakfast and then used the swimming pool. It was a nice morning and I’m sorry I lost track of time and left later than I had planned.”
“Did you have sex in the morning?”
Maggie seemed to give a little sigh, as if she was tired of me always asking about sex. This seemed unfair to me.
“A couple of times,” she said, and then she yawned. Her eyelids looked heavy. “I’ll tell you more but I need to sleep now.”
Maggie gave me a gentle kiss.
“I love you,” she said. “And only you.”
“Me too,” I replied.
Then Maggie turned around and backed into me and so we spooned. I soon heard her breathing change as she fell asleep.
As had often been the way on these occasions, my thoughts tortured me and kept me awake as I nestled my body against my sleeping wife.
Alan seemed to have gone out of his way to impress her. I didn’t have a plane to take her miles for just a light lunch. If I suggested such a thing, Maggie would have pointed out the environmental impact. I also recalled how she had viewed outside hot tubs as a waste of energy in a climate that was too cold. I had enjoyed time in a hot tub with Elaine, but never with Maggie. She continued to do things with Alan that she had disapproved of before.
I had to conclude that when we were with different partners, we acted differently. Maybe we could then use these experiences to expand our own life together. At some point, as I had these thoughts I finally slipped into a restless sleep.
Monday evenings were always stressful. Maggie had a regular staff meeting and normally arrived late and then had work to do. I waited patiently until Tuesday evening when we started talking about the last weekend as we had our evening meal together. Maggie insisted that I tell her about my time with Louise, which I did. She said that she was glad that I had enjoyed it.
Maggie then answered my questions about the details from her time with Alan which she had left out.
He had clearly set out to use his wealth to impress Maggie. The flight in his light plane to the Scottish Borders, the lunch at the hotel and then the meal served at his impressive home had all been very special for her. She had loved dancing until late into Saturday evening. It was the Ceroc style he knew and he had introduced Maggie to many others, some of which had danced with her.
Back at his home, Alan had poured them both a glass of fine cognac which Alan said he had saved for a special occasion. I knew Maggie didn’t like any kind of brandy, but she said that it seemed the right drink for the moment and she had enjoyed the spicy smell and taste. I asked why she had always rejected the opportunity to have any cognac with me and then had some with Alan. Maggie just said that she didn’t want to offend Alan and she felt like trying something new.
Once again I felt hurt learning how my wife seemed to try new things with her different partners rather than with me. Even trying a different drink seemed to hurt. I knew this was silly, but I made a mental note to get Maggie to try more cocktails and spirits, and not accept “no” for an answer.
Maggie then dropped into the conversation that they had with their cognac while sitting in the hot tub on the terrace outside. This was a surprise since Maggie had always told me that she couldn’t see the point of sitting in warm water on a cold night because of the shock of getting out.
I asked her what she had worn in the hot tub. Maggie gave a little giggle.
“We were both naked. It felt different to be outside in the dark but really nice, with steam rising into the dark sky and low lighting all around.”
As she said this, she seemed unaware of how this might make me feel. She then seemed to notice that I looked upset.
“Come on, you knew that we would be having sex? Does it make any difference that we were in a tub naked? Why is that so shocking?”
“It’s just that you seem to be a different person when you’re with him. You haven’t sat in a hot tub naked with me,” I pointed out.
“We don’t have a hot tub!” Maggie replied sharply.
“You’ve always been dismissive of them, but we could have one. Our garden is secluded, and we could easily get one installed.” I replied.
“I guess it’s not us and not good for the environment,” said Maggie.
I felt confused, but I still wanted to know more about the weekend.
Maggie said they left the hot tub and went upstairs naked. They dried each other then went to bed. He needed reminding to get a condom, but didn’t complain. They had what Maggie described as “normal sex”. I pressed her and she said that she rode on top of Alan for a bit and then finished in this position.
“Did you climax together again?”
Maggie had to think for a moment.
“Actually, we did,” she said. She didn’t seem to feel at all guilty about this.
It felt like another body blow. Alan and Maggie seemed to be able to orgasm simultaneously when they had sex. Did this indicate how compatible they are? Was it just sex? Were they making love?
“How did you manage to do it?” My thirst for detail was always insatiable.
Maggie explained.
“I started out riding on top of Alan, what’s it called when a woman does that?”
“Cowgirl position,” I said. Maggie wasn’t familiar with all the terms.
“That’s it, I was in a cowgirl position. After several minutes of just riding him, he started to fondle my breasts then my nipples. I could hear myself moaning and this encouraged Alan who pulled us close together so he could lick and suck on my nipples which were now very hard.”
Maggie’s eyes started to sparkle as she recalled the moment. She seemed to be reliving it as she described the details I had been asking for.
“I don’t think Alan knew the effect this was having on me; I was becoming very aroused which made me more passionate. I took his face in my hands and covered his mouth with mine as we kissed, full open-mouth kissing. I knew I was close to climaxing and I put my hands on his chest. His chest is almost hairless, and I started rubbing his nipples which seemed to get him more excited. It felt right to start licking and sucking his nipples and this sent us into a spontaneous climax.”
Maggie was breathing more quickly as she said this, almost panting. Her face had become red. I could feel the connection she had felt with this guy. It felt like torture to listen to it.
“How could you even manage to lick his nipples from that position?” I asked. It seemed a stupid question to ask but we had never done this.
Maggie thought for a moment, remembering what happened. Her breathing sounded almost like she was out of breath.
“Alan’s a bit taller than you so it was easy. While I did it we were able to continue fucking.”
I had asked for more detail and I had certainly been given a vivid picture of what happened. Much more than I had expected from my previously shy wife.
As Maggie’s breathing and complexion returned to normal she described how after having sex they settled down to sleep together.
They had slept together naked. I had to ask Maggie if this had been the case. I knew they almost certainly would have but I still needed her to confirm it. Maybe it was just to maintain the strange kind of torture the details gave me.
In the morning, Maggie awoke first and got up to find a drink of water before returning and waking Alan with a blow job. I must have shown my surprise at this. Maggie gave me a look as she said, “before you complain, I was aware that Alan had paid a lot of money to see me and I felt I needed to do something extra special to repay him.”
I was full of amazement at this response. Maggie had been aware of the money Alan had paid to have her with him. Did this make me feel better or worse? I managed to feel worse at how Maggie seemed so happy and relaxed in his company and willing to try new things, but also bad that she seemed to accept her role as a paid sex worker! This seemed to cross the line for me.
“You’ve never done this for me,” I growled. “If I paid you would you do it for me?”
“Don’t be silly, it was just that it felt like the right thing to do at the time,” said Maggie, apparently not seeing how upset this would make me. “It just felt right.”
“I thought that you had told him that you weren’t going to do anything more than you did last time,” I growled.
“I think you’ll find that I said that he couldn’t assume anything,” Maggie pointed out. “I think we all knew that we would probably go further, and he never pushed me to do more than I wanted, which was the point I was making.”
“I just assumed you didn’t like the idea of giving me a blow job first thing in the morning before I had showered and washed, but it seems that it’s okay with Alan,” I said. I was struggling to avoid losing my temper completely. Maggie was correct. She and I hadn’t come to any specific agreement that she wouldn’t do more this time. However, I felt that she had gone too far. However, if I pushed the point, I knew it could lead to Maggie closing up and I would have to wait longer not learn what else happened.
“It wasn’t like that at all. It’s just not something we’ve done, but I promise I’ll put that right soon,” said Maggie. She reached across and covered my hand with others. “Please don’t be angry, it doesn’t mean anything.”
“It might not mean anything to you but it’s another example of where you do new things with other guys rather than your husband. I don’t get it. In all our years, why haven’t you thought I might like this?” I was frustrated. Once again her desire to please others seemed to be greater than her desire to please me.
“Okay, I’m sorry. Now I look back, I see what you mean. At the time I wasn’t thinking like that. I don’t want to keep anything secret from you and you want to know all the details but the details make you angry.”
I sighed. What could I do? I knew that there was a danger of Maggie keeping things from me if I was always angry. Despite all the jealousy, there was still a big part of me that found it exciting to learn things that my wife was capable of that shocked me. Unlike when she was with Simon and the later times with Michael and Will, I had never met Alan. She was now having adventures on her own, a long way from home and with a man I was unlikely to ever meet. This felt more painful, and I didn’t get the compensation of the excitement of watching her. I felt like we were drifting apart rather than sharing experiences.
I asked Maggie to tell me what happened during the rest of the morning.
She told me that Alan prepared coffee and fresh fruit, yoghurt and croissants for a long breakfast that started in the bedroom but because it was a warm and sunny morning they ended up on the terrace in the hot tub. Then Alan took the cover off the swimming pool and they spent some time swimming together. All the time they were both naked. Maggie had clearly lost any shyness. It was so different from her just a year ago.
They spent some more time in the hot tub where they ended up having more sexy fun. As always, I pressed for more detail.
They had been sitting on the side of the hot tub with their feet in the warm water. Maggie had slid into the water and started stroking Alan’s cock, and then started licking it up and down.
“You seem to love his cock,” I commented. “It’s obviously better than mine. Longer, thicker?”
Maggie either didn’t notice the bitterness in my voice or ignored it. I guess I had asked her to give me the details.
“Don’t be silly, it’s just different,” she said. “He shaves down there, so there’s no hair and it just feels smooth.”
“So you want me to shave? You only had to ask,” I replied.
“You can if you want to, but it’s up to you,” said Maggie. “Do you really want to hear more, or just beat yourself up and get cross with me?”
“No, go on, ignore my comments,” I said. I really didn’t know how I felt as I heard more but I knew I needed to know everything.
“I continued to stroke his cock and lick it and I could see this strange look of lust in Alan’s eyes as he looked at what I was doing. He seemed to be about to boil over with lust every time my tongue went down his cock. I took his balls in my mouth while continuing to stroke him.”
It took all my self-control to stop myself from saying more. Why didn’t she take my balls in her mouth? Was it about shaving or just because she had different feelings for Alan?
“Soon after his balls were in my mouth, he had a violent orgasm, and I was amazed at how high he shot his seed into the air. Some got in my hair and lots went into the water. Alan later said that he would have to completely refill the hot tub. As with everything, he likes the hot tub water to be very clean,” Maggie giggled.
“So you didn’t have full sex again?” I asked.
“After Alan had calmed down from his orgasm, Alan got into the hot tub with me and we kissed. He was quite emotional and kept thanking me and saying that no woman had ever made him feel so excited before. I really was amazed, also a bit surprised at what I had done.”
“He seemed to be able to cope with some mess in the water to be next to you,” I said. It wasn’t a good comment, and Maggie took up my suggestion to ignore it.
She told me that Alan got excited again as they kissed in the hot tub. They left the pool area together and went into the house and upstairs. They dried each other and then, still a little damp, they ended up having sex on the bed with Maggie straddling Alan. She did assure me that she made sure he was wearing a condom again before he orgasmed again, although it was a bit last minute. This seemed to imply that the sex may have been partially unprotected. However, I held back. Maybe there was no point in knowing anymore. I feared asking if yet again they have orgasmed together.
After a further coffee, they got dressed and as Maggie prepared to leave, she realised that it was late in the morning. She had lost track of time and Alan had not reminded her. He asked her to stay for lunch but she was firm. Even then, she missed the train she had intended to catch.
I asked her if they had an emotional parting at the station, but Maggie said that the train was about to leave so Alan had just dropped her off and pulled away. They didn’t even kiss goodbye.
I asked her about how she felt as she boarded the train and left Alan behind. I knew that many of the experiences she had were things we had never done together. Maggie cuddled up to me.
“I was just looking forward to seeing you again. I wanted to leave and was happy to have an excuse to avoid lunch,” she said.
I could see that she had enjoyed the weekend, and I wasn’t sure how much I believed her, but at least she was taking the time to reassure me. She said that they had used protection when having sex, so I didn’t press this further. She had come home and seemed genuinely pleased to see me and she had been ready to tell me everything I wanted to know about her time with Alan.
However, I wasn’t sure I felt very reassured. I was aware that we hadn’t had sex since the weekend. Alan had been her last sexual partner, and she didn’t seem in a hurry to have sex with me. I felt that maybe she was still experiencing the aftermath of the special time she had with Alan. Was she experiencing some sort of sexual euphoria? During my days at work that week, I would be haunted by this thought.
I asked her if Alan had indicated whether he wanted to see her again. Maggie said that he had asked when she could come up north again and see him. Maggie had told him that we were due to be in Liverpool in a couple of months to attend our daughter’s graduation. He asked Maggie if she could see him before or after the graduation while she was not too far away. She said that she would have to check with me, but could see that it might be possible for her to spend some time with him the evening before, depending on my plans.
I knew I had to be in London for a big business meeting the day before the graduation and had assumed that we might end up travelling separately. It seemed to make some sense for Maggie to go and see Alan the evening before while I could stay in London and possibly see Louise then travel up early the next morning. I still was keen to have further opportunities to see Louise since I knew that there was little time before she would stop working as a masseuse.
Maggie mentioned, almost casually, that Alan said he would pay the same again, even if it was only for an ‘overnight’. I marvelled at how casual my wife had become about being paid for sex.
And so we arranged that the next ‘freedom weekend’ wasn’t actually a weekend but would coincide with our daughter’s graduation when we had both arranged to take time off from work. I messaged Louise who confirmed that she was planning to stop doing massages soon and had given notice to the agency that she wouldn’t be working by this time. I asked her to make sure she could save one last massage for me. I messaged her again a few days later and suggested that if I booked even longer, whether there would be any chance of going further with her.
She took some time to reply before letting me know that although she was planning to stop the work as a masseuse, because it would be our last meeting, she would try and think how she could make it special. She wouldn’t be any more specific. I didn’t want to push too hard for fear of putting her off.
This all distracted me from thinking of how Maggie would spend the night before in Manchester with Alan. I felt uneasy about Maggie seeing Alan regularly. Deep down I feared that they were becoming too fond of each other.
A few weeks before the graduation, Maggie tested our agreement further. She said that Alan had a niece who was getting married in London on the Saturday just under two weeks before the graduation trip. Alan wanted a partner for the event and had asked Maggie to join him. They would stay in an upscale London hotel on Saturday night and she would return on Sunday as before. Because it was in London, it meant it would be easier for Maggie to return earlier on Sunday. He offered her five thousand pounds to include paying for a new outfit for Maggie.
I expressed my concern, and pointed out that this would mean seeing Alan much more frequently than the twice a year ‘freedom weekends’ we had agreed. She would end up seeing him twice in two weeks if she still saw him before our daughter’s graduation. I also didn’t like the thought of Alan’s wider family being introduced to Maggie as his partner.
I felt we were in danger of drifting back to the days when Maggie was constantly pushing the boundaries. I said that I was not happy to give my agreement.
We didn’t talk about it again for a few days and Maggie seemed to be blaming me for not agreeing with her plan for an extra weekend with Alan. I sat down one evening with Maggie when she had finished work for the day and asked her to try and see things from my viewpoint.
I tried, as sensitively as possible, to explain how I felt. She was planning two more times when she would have sex with Alan. This would mean she would have seen him four times in just a few months, more than twice as frequently as we had agreed.
Meanwhile, all I could do was pay to see a masseuse. I didn’t feel that these were equivalent, and I wasn’t sure if I could arrange to see Louise for two sessions, given that she had promised me one last special time.
Maggie pointed out that she wasn’t holding me back, but she did say that if I agreed with this weekend, she would arrange for something very special, maybe even when she was at the wedding with Alan. She touched my cock through my pants and looked pleadingly as she asked. I started trying to imagine what special thing Maggie would plan for me.
I agreed, but almost immediately regretted it as Maggie eagerly bounced off to message Alan and put in place the arrangements for her weekend.
I didn’t try to contact Louise straight away to see if I could meet her again while Maggie was at the wedding with Alan. I wasn’t sure how she would feel if I tried to organise another special evening before the one we had already agreed on, which was meant to be our last. Meanwhile, Maggie didn’t seem to notice how I felt, as she went about her work. Was I imagining it or was there a spring in her step since she had told Alan that she would go to the family wedding with him?
A few days later, Maggie told me that she had managed to arrange something special for me while she would be at the wedding with Alan. She told me that our friend Kat was happy to see me for dinner at her place and I could also stay over with her, if I wanted to. Kat’s daughter would be away. I liked the idea a lot, although it did make me think that Maggie really wanted to see Alan if she was prepared to go to so much trouble.
I always enjoyed Kat’s company, and based on previous events there was probably a better chance of having sex with Kat than with Louise. There was little chance of me not agreeing with the idea. Even then, I did sense that Maggie was buying me off so she could have more time with Alan. Was I just being manipulated? Probably. But then an evening with Kat sounded like a good deal.
The weekend seemed to arrive quickly and having said goodbye to Maggie as she travelled to London, I went to see Kat. She prepared a romantic meal for two and we had a leisurely evening with plenty of wine. After the meal we had coffee sitting together on the sofa. We talked a great deal and then at some point we just started kissing. It was one of those special times when neither of us seemed to take the initiative. It just seemed to happen.
It seemed natural that I reached to touch Kat’s large breast and her deep breaths indicated she was happy for me to do more.
I spent the night with Kat and we had a lovely gentle night of making love. She gave me one of her special blow jobs and although she was very careful to use protection when we had full sex, it felt like we were two lovers having a weekend away. At had a couple of thoughts about why Maggie had set this up, and why Kat had agreed. But being with Kat kept these thoughts at bay.
It was special to wake up with a beautiful woman other than my wife. Kat said that she always liked seeing me, and I mentioned that I sometimes thought that Kat had more respect for me than Maggie. I regretted saying that almost immediately because I knew how close Kat was to Maggie.
Kat said that Maggie still loved me very much. She said that Maggie would always be my partner and if we ever split it would be because I decided to, and it would not ever be her choice. I said that Maggie had a strange way of showing it.
I wanted to resent the way that Kat and Maggie seemed to be able to manipulate me, but I did enjoy the extra weekend treat. I thought that whenever Maggie wanted me to agree to anything, she could always take advantage of my desire for other women.
When I got home on Sunday and was waiting for Maggie to return, Louise messaged me and said that she would be prepared to meet with me as my masseuse for five hours for one last special time that I wouldn’t forget. It was a nice coincidence to get the message and it stopped me thinking too much about Maggie’s time with Alan. I was getting excited as I thought about what Louise was planning and how far she might be prepared to go with me.
When Maggie got home, she had lots of preparation to do for the week ahead and it was easy for her to avoid telling me too much about the weekend. On Monday evening, I asked her about her weekend.
Maggie said that the wedding was a normal traditional one and that they had danced in the evening and returned to Alan’s hotel afterwards. She told me that nothing different or new happened in bed. I asked what she wore to the wedding. Maggie said Alan ordered a dress for her from an upmarket designer store. She knew it was expensive, although not her normal style. She showed me a picture of it she had taken when she stood in front of a mirror. It was knee-length, with a square neck that showed a hint of the top of her breasts. Maggie looked smart, sexy but totally respectable. I was a little surprised and maybe disappointed that it wasn’t more daring, but Maggie did look dressed to be the perfect partner for a family wedding.
I asked her if she would try on the dress for me, but she surprised me by saying that she had left it with Alan.
Maggie seemed vague about details of the day, and I was sure she was holding things back. I wondered what had happened, and what might have been said between the two of them.
I asked Maggie how she felt meeting Alan’s family as his partner. She said that Alan didn’t put her in an awkward position with anyone, and had told people that their relationship was relatively new. I wanted to know what Maggie had said about her background, family and other details. She said that she avoided saying too much.
When I asked her bluntly about how the sex was with Alan, and whether she made sure she didn’t get pregnant again. I was feeling like I wanted to provoke her. Maggie just told me bluntly and out of character for her:
“Don’t worry, we have always used protection when we fucked.”
It was clear that she didn’t want to say too much at this moment.
She said that she would tell me more but wanted to do so when we had more time together. But I knew that it was less than a couple of weeks until the next freedom session when Maggie had more plans for seeing Alan. I decided that I wanted to have my time with Louise, but after the graduation Maggie and I would need a further conversation. I wanted to stop before things went too far with Maggie and Alan. I remembered how things escalated with Simon, then Michael and Will.
For the next couple of weeks, things were tense between me and Maggie. In bed, Maggie was more buttoned-up and we only had sex once, and even then it seemed like Maggie was only doing it out of duty to me. Her mind seemed elsewhere. Was she thinking about someone else other than me?
When I tried to press her further about what happened at the wedding, she was still vague and didn’t offer any more details. I wanted to know more about the weekend in London, and I was also becoming more concerned about the upcoming night in Manchester. While Maggie was becoming distant with me, was she becoming even closer to Alan?
Since her weekend at the wedding in London, Maggie was different. It occurred to me that I should call a halt to it, but I also really wanted to see Louise one last time. I resolved to call a halt, but only after I had seen Louise again.
I arranged to have a business meeting in London on the day I was due to see Louise but I postponed it because I didn’t feel able to give it my attention. I’d booked a special city centre hotel for the night before I was going to travel up to our daughter’s graduation. Maggie would travel up to Manchester and spend an evening with Alan and then travel on the next day to meet up with me so we could arrive together for lunch with our daughter before the graduation ceremony.
When I got to London, I ended up walking for miles thinking of all that had happened. I was spending half the time thinking of how I would stop the ‘freedom weekends’ and the other half thinking of what Louise might allow me to do with her that evening.
I realised that I wouldn’t have the chance to speak with Maggie about what she did until we were alone after the graduation. I was determined not to ruin our daughter’s big day. In the meantime, I really wanted to enjoy my last time with Louise before I dealt with how Maggie couldn’t continue like this.
I got to the hotel early in the evening and showered and tried to concentrate. I sent a message to Maggie to confirm that I still loved her, and I hoped she had a good time, but not too good. I didn’t get a reply. I was annoyed as I started to think about all the things she had done with others, always pushing things further. There was a pattern and I knew it had to stop.
I was checking emails on my phone and found a reminder that I had not sent a key document I had been revising to the company in the US which I had promised. I opened my computer for the first time since leaving home.
As I opened my MacBook, something seemed wrong. The realisation came to me quickly. I had picked up Maggie’s MacBook instead of mine. Although she had a different model, it is easy to mix up the two. We had occasionally done so at home and laughed at the mistake. This was the first time I had taken the wrong one away with me. I had been distracted when I left home. I was cross with myself.
I realised that I could get the document from a shared drive from any computer. I knew the password to Maggie’s MacBook, and so I just needed to go through a procedure to allow me to access the shared drive from a new computer. It took me a few frustrating minutes but I managed to get the document and forward it on.
Once I completed the task, I had Maggie’s inbox open. The list of emails included one from Alan, near the bottom of the list and dated around three weeks ago. Maggie and I would normally be open about sharing everything. We had promised not to have secrets. DIdn’t I have the right to know what Alan had said in an email?
I opened the email and quickly read the message.
‘My dearest Maggie
Thank you for agreeing to be my partner at my niece’s wedding next week. It will be a pleasure to have you with me as my partner and to be able to share the day and evening with you. I think I will be as proud to have you by my side as my niece will be with her new husband. I know my family will all love you.
However, before you join me I have an important question to ask you. I know that we normally message each other, but this needs a longer explanation, hence this email.
As you must know, I have been becoming more and more fond of you. Although I have been prepared to pay to see you, you know that I’ve never treated you like a paid companion. You are far more special to me than that. I have seen how you have become happier in my company each time we have met and how much you like my house and everything I have to share with you.
You have told me how stressful your teaching job has been and how tired you get. You need an easier life.
I have to conclude that your husband can’t respect you as much as I do. I would never want you to spend time with other men and allow you to be an escort, and I know that really you don’t want this either.
If you were to come to live with me as my partner, you would be able to have more leisure time. Of course, if you wanted to do some part-time work, that would be up to you but you would not need to. You would be able to enjoy the pool and all the other luxuries of my home and we could use the plane to travel for visits all over Europe.
When we are together at the wedding, I want to be able to introduce you as my partner (we’re a little old for boyfriend and girlfriend). I want to sleep with you without worrying about using protection (I have arranged to be tested and will show you the results so that you can have no concerns about any diseases).
You are an amazing woman, and you have become the dearest friend and lover. I was amazed by the look in your eyes and desire to provide pleasure as you were giving me oral sex and took my balls into your mouth. It was impossible for me to keep from losing myself and climaxing all over you and into the hot tub instead of your mouth as you wished. The passion we shared when making love and simultaneously orgasming is something I have never experienced before. The intimacy and honesty you showed me afterwards in our bliss and telling me you had only orgasmed like that once before was heartwarming. It was magical holding you next to me and feeling your heart race and your breathing return to normal as you recovered from this massive orgasm.
Do not worry, I was able to remove the stain from where you ejaculated all over me and the bed. Despite your embarrassment, I know that we both thoroughly enjoyed it even if we got a bit carried away and I was inside you unprotected for that brief period of time. Imagine how we could enjoy this even more if we didn’t have to fiddle around with condoms and just enjoy each other as nature intended.
Up to now, I have never met anyone with whom I would like to have a child. This is until I met you. In time, I hope that you might be prepared to bear my child. I would make sure that both you and our child would want for nothing. I know that you are a wonderful mother to your children, and would be the same to our child. You will have the best medical care money can buy and all the support you wanted to help you look after you both.
I know you will need time to make a full commitment but at this stage I wanted you to know how much you mean to me so that we can have a special time at the wedding together. I ask that you consider my proposal. If there is never any chance of you agreeing, let me know and I will have to accept this and go to the wedding alone. If you agree to join me I know that I am at least in with a chance, however slim. For at least these twenty-four hours we can be together as a couple and I can explain more about my plans for us.
So my question is, will you at least consider the possibility of a future with me, and meet me in London ready to talk about it?
Your outfit is ordered, one of the best hotel rooms London can offer will be waiting. And of course, I will still transfer the money you asked for, and if you need more just let me know.
With all my love
Alan.’
I stared at the email. There was no reply, but Maggie had gone to the wedding. She had been having secret contact with Alan when we had promised to share everything.
She had gone to the wedding, and therefore she had agreed to consider leaving me for him. She hadn’t told me anything about this. Alan’s email was clear: by going, she was at least thinking of taking him as her new life partner, and maybe even having his child. I realised that I was facing the end of my relationship with Maggie. The end of us.
