A Cuckold's Loss

?What the hell?s wrong with you this morning??My husband had a face like a wet weekend. It seemed everything I did was wrong and virtually every word I said was ignored.?You know what?s wrong,? he mumbled.?If I knew, I wouldn?t be asking you, would I???All right then, I?ll tell you? last night.?I waited for the explanation but he clamped up, just stared at me. I exaggerated a sigh. ?What about last night???You were kissing him.??Bloody hell, Michael, is that it? For God?s sake, he was fucking me, you know. At your suggestion, no less.??I didn?t like you kissing him.??Michael?? I waved my hands in the air, ?I?d just been fucked, well and truly fucked. I?d had a mind-blowing orgasm, and it was the most natural thing in the world to kiss him.??He was still inside you.??Yes, and I fucking loved having him there. It had been the most intense feeling I?d ever had.??Well, he?s not coming round here again.??Oh, really???Yes, really? you?re getting far too close to him.??Let me remind you, Michael of just whose idea this was in the first place.??I know, I know ? and now I?m stopping it.??Like hell you are.??So you admit it, you want to see him again.??Yes, of course, I want to see him again. You know I do. What?s more, the next time you have a few drinks you?ll be telling me to ring him again, you know you will.??You?re just a fucking slut.??And who wanted me to be a fucking slut? You did. You told me to dance with him, you asked him to stay after the party, you told me to take my knickers off for him. And I wasn?t the one with the fucking camera, either. Remember???Yeah, well it ain?t going to happen again. If you see him again I?ll divorce you.??You?d better get the papers drawn up then ?cos I?m going to see him now.??I?ll change the locks while you?re out.??Go to hell.?I grabbed my car keys.~~~?Where are you?? I asked Marcus on my phone.?In the pub, baby. Why???Stay there. And get me a large brandy, please.?Fifteen minutes later I pulled up in the car park of the pub he owned. I walked in to find him sitting alone in a corner reading the morning paper.?What the hell?s wrong?? he asked and then listened to my tale.?Did he hit you???No, but he was close to it, I think???I?ll break his fucking neck if he ever lays a hand on you.??I don?t want to go back.??Okay, don?t. Move in with me instead.?I downed my drink in one. ?You?ve asked me almanbahis that before.??I meant it? I still mean it.??Honestly???Cross my heart. I?ve never wanted anything so much.?I picked up my glass and walked to the bar, feeling him gazing at me. He always had an effect on me. I?d got wet just from sitting next to him and my nipples felt like pebbles under my t-shirt.?Hi, Katie,? the barmaid said, smiling. ?Large brandy???Yes please, Wendy.? I returned the smile. She was a lovely girl, always friendly.?Wendy, can I leave my car here???Just tell Marcus,? she said and then raised her eyebrows. ?Are you doing what I think you?re doing???I think so, yes.??Good girl,? she laughed. ?You two look good together.??Haa,? I grunted. ?My hubby wouldn?t agree with that one.??What was all that about?? Marcus asked when I sat down again.?Wendy asked if I am doing what she thinks I?m doing.??And? Are you???Yes,? I said quietly. ?Yes, I am.??You won?t regret it.??I just want to be with you.??Finish your drink then. What about your car???I?m leaving it here. That okay???Sure,? he nodded. ?Come on, then, let?s go.?~~~His house was huge, with wide extensive gardens. I knew Marcus had money, but this was something else. The front door opened onto a spacious reception area, with rooms leading off. He led me straight through into the kitchen.?I?ll show you around later,? he said, lifting me onto a stool at a long breakfast bar.He pushed my skirt up over my thighs. ?What are you doing? We?re supposed to be talking.??Eating breakfast,? he replied and kissed my inner thighs while moving my lace panties to one side. I gave myself up to the surge of pleasure as his mouth closed over my cunt. It was much later before we talked?~~~?You can?t just walk away Katie.? We were cuddling in his king-size bed, naked after the longest bout of sex we?d shared. ?You need your personal stuff from the house. And you?re entitled to half its value, whether or not he chooses to sell up.??I don?t want to go back,? I whispered. ?He scares me now.??I?ll go with you and I?ll take a couple of my guys. There?ll be no trouble, I promise you.?I thought about it for a moment. ?Have you got a van???Loads of them. Big ones, small ones, you name it, I?ve got it.??You said you?d bring a couple of your guys. What does that mean ? like, how many guys have you got???Let?s see? I?ve got almanbahis yeni giriş ten or twelve at the Pink Orchid, another couple at the pub, and there?s the haulage firm I own. There?s about sixty or so there and, at the video distribution company, there?s six more. We?ll manage.??They all work for you???Yeah, my old man started the haulage business back in the sixties. He was a very determined man, my dad. He got off the boat at Southampton in nineteen-fifty-nine with five pounds in his pocket. He got a job in a foundry, fettling, a very dirty, very hard way to earn a living. But it paid well.?Marcus paused, nodding to himself.?He saved five pounds a week from his wages and, after a year, he bought a horse and cart and won a contract to ferry beer from the local brewery around the pubs. Three months later he bought another horse and cart and employed a mate. Another six months, he bought an old lorry and he never looked back. Within ten years he had twenty-five wagons.?I?ve still got the first car he bought. It?s in the garage; I?ll show it to you tomorrow.??He sounds quite a man.??He was a hell of a man, Katie. I?ve got a brother who?s a lawyer and a sister who?s a member of parliament. He and mum were very proud of us all.??I?d say they were right to be proud.??Yeah,? he smiled. ?He was a tough old bastard, though. He told me how he was the only black man at the foundry and at first he ate his dinner by himself, ?cos nobody would sit at the same table. Just think about that, Katie. Over two hundred men there and my old man sitting by himself. But, when he left, they all shook his hand. Even his boss said they?d miss him.?His next battle was when he met my mum. Obviously, you can see I?m mixed race. My granddad threatened him, tried to bribe him, had him beaten, but he wouldn?t give her up. All that ended in nineteen-sixty-three when my mum showed dad a letter that was addressed to Mr. M. Goodson, VC. It was his annual pension letter.?My grandfather knew what those initials stood for. My dad had won the Victoria Cross in the second world war. Believe me, baby, that medal is the hardest one to win. Even to be considered for it, you?d had a ninety percent chance of being killed. Ninety percent! Even then you might not get it.?Anyway, my granddad realised that there might just be something special about my dad. almanbahis giriş He was right, there was. The day he died, us kids just cried and cried with mum. Even now, all these years later, we still miss him? and mum now, of course. But dad? well, he was one in a million. The police had to close all the roads around the church on the day of his funeral. Thousands of people turned up, people he?d touched in one way or another.?Marcus?s eyes glistened as he talked and I reached to hold his hand. ?Thank you,? I said, and kissed him.?What for???For telling me something that?s obviously very personal.??You?re my girl now, nothing is too personal to share with you.??I like the sound of that.??What???Being your girl. I like it.??Yeah, well I want you to be more than that after you divorce him.??Are you proposing to me???If you?ll have me.??You know I will ? and the sooner the better.?~~~We?d met almost six months earlier, through a girlfriend of mine. Having a drink after work one night, she introduced me to Marcus in a nightclub. He was charming, polite, and extremely good looking. He bought us both a drink and asked me if to dance with him. God, he was a mover all right. I thought I could dance, but next to him I felt clumsy.After four dances, there came a slow one and he asked me if I wanted to sit down. I laughed, said ?No,? and he took me into his arms. He smelled of aftershave and cigarettes and I liked it. I laid a cheek against his and felt his big, strong arms holding me. I felt something else as well ? he was aroused!?I?m sorry,? he said, looking embarrassed. He tried to pull away but I held him close.?Don?t be,? I whispered. ?I?m flattered. What I?m used to, is a man who doesn?t much care about me or my feelings.??He must be a fool,? he said and tightened his grip.I draped my arms around his neck and moulded my body into him. His body scent was intoxicating and the erection pressing against my stomach excited me almost beyond words.?I?d like to get to know you better,? he whispered.?Yes,? I said, my lips so close to his neck, ?I?d like that, too.??When???Whenever you say.??Come with me now.?He led me from the floor to a door marked private. ?This is my office,? he grinned, opening it with a key.?Oh? do you work here???Kind of,? he laughed. ?Actually, I own it,? he added and took me in his arms. His mouth was warm and he tasted of brandy when his tongue snaked between my teeth. He leaned back against the door, his hands kneading my buttocks.I pushed my hips forward, showing him that I was willing. He lifted one hand off my bottom and cupped a breast.