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This story is about the insecurities and flights of fancy that may go
through a mans mind when his mistress and his wife get together and
shut him out!

It has been translated from the original HTML form to text which means
that some of the essential formatting effects are lost (italics have
been replaced by text bound by [[[[]]]]).

This is public domain, but please don't claim it as your own and if
you feel you can make money from it, let me know - I would like a cut!
(also there may be more in it for you where that came from! :))

Any comments (good and bad) gratefully received. Please e-mail:

nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk

Nick

E-Mail and the Common Housefly (by Nick)
----------------------------------------

"Aren't you going to get that?" muttered Wendy sulkily.

The doorbell rang again, a little more insistently.

"I've just sat down, and I'm knackered! Besides which its more likely
to be for you." I did not feel cooperative.

"You're closer!" 

The doorbell went for the third time, sounding vaguely hysterical now.

With an exasperated sigh Wendy got up. It was late afternoon and the
day had, in my view, been completely wasted. Wasting time always
annoyed me, and the fact that Wendy had had to work so hard to get me
to do it, annoyed her in turn! Of course her definition of wasting
time was different to mine. To me it was digging the garden - to her
it was afternoon sex!

We were now, therefore, looking forward to an evening savaging each
other until bedtime, when, likely as not, I would find myself in the
spare room. A visitor at least promised to provide a sideline of
entertainment for a short time. 

I heard Wendy open the front door. 

"Hi, I'm Becky!"

I was vaguely aware of a bustling presence pushing past my slightly
bemused wife into the hallway. 

Who the hell was Becky!? 

"Er.... Hello!" said Wendy. 

I peered round the living room door and saw Wendy, looking just as
puzzled as I felt. Behind her was the smiling friendly face of a tall
woman with long chestnut hair. A woman who, quite clearly, neither of
us had set eyes on before! 

"Hi! You must be Nick!" 

Well, she knew of me, but I still could not fathom in what connection.
The lascivious wink which then followed (and which fortunately Wendy
did not see), unsettled me more than a little however! 

A hint of panic was beginning to creep into my mind. Someone from a
murky past which I had been too drunk to remember perhaps, or
maybe.... The panic must have betrayed itself in my face, for now
Wendy had started to look suspicious. 

The situation was not improved when Becky strode over to me, wrapped
her arms around me and planted a huge wet kiss full on my lips! 

"So, How've ya bin?" she cooed (rather too affectionately for my
comfort).

I still was not sure quite who she was, but a rather frightening idea
began to form in my mind.

"I don't wish to play gooseberry or anything!" 

The slight razor Wendy was able to put into her voice at times like
this, was always able to leave me feeling emotionally castrated..... 

....

[[[["I've waited so long for this... too long!" 

Suddenly Becky was tearing at my shirt, pulling it form my body. She
pushed my back onto the sofa as she tugged at my trousers, loosening
the belt and undoing my fly. 

This is the stuff of my dreams - but not with Wendy watching! I did
not need to look at her. Indeed I could not look at her, sure that one
glimpse of her face would, Medusa-like, turn me to stone. Her very
presence in the room was enough... 

Finally Becky had what she wanted. She held my limp penis in her hand
and was looking at it with some degree of puzzlement! Suddenly she
laughed!

"I don't see how this could ever make 2ft!" she giggled.....

Back in the real world, Becky turned to Wendy. 

"Oh, I am sorry," she said, "you must think me so rude!"

"Oh no!" Wendy said smiling sweetly (a look and tone which always had
me running for cover). "Not at all!" 

Wendy turned to me, the unasked question in her eyes. I shrugged,
trying not to let on that I had any idea at all who she was. Her next
words dashed any forlorn hope I might have had of a swift and peaceful
end to this situation.

"I'm Becky," she said again. "Hasn't Nick mentioned me at all?" 

Wendy shook her head briefly, her face continuing to question. 

"Well," continued Becky, a mischievous glint in her eye, "Nick and I
have been carrying on a torrid e-mail correspondence for the past few
months!" 

She meant to sound light-hearted, of course, and smiled, but I knew
that Wendy's sense of humour would not be switched on at that
particular moment in time! 

"I knew it!" she spat at me suddenly. "That bloody Internet! I knew it
would lead to trouble!" 

Wendy regarded Internet technology with suspicion and had read (with
some private glee, I was sure) the horror stories about "Internet
widows", E-mail love affairs and even "net" inspired murders. She
tolerated my activities with it, provided I could assure her that none
of the implications of what I did, would spill over into "real life".
By and large I had maintained that assurance (although some of the
techniques we had tried in bed recently owed something at least to "a
frank exchange of ideas" from fellow surfers!). Nevertheless, at best
she felt it had nothing to do with the "real world" of housework and
"hard labour". 

Feeling slightly embarrassed I tried to ignore her outburst. Besides I
was curious as to why this woman, who lived thousands of miles away,
should suddenly appear on my doorstep! 

"Umm.. So what brings you here?" I asked Becky, trying unsuccessfully
to sound casual. 

Becky tapped the side of her nose. 

"The Internet is not as confidential as most people think." she said,
"A combination of technology and asking the right people the right
questions, and you'd be amazed what you can find out!"

"But you came all the way over here to find me!" I was getting
increasingly nervous! 

She laughed! 

"Silly! I'm on holiday with Wayne - you remember Wayne!" 

I glanced at Wendy - Becky's mention of Wayne, her boyfriend, seemed
to offer some lifeline for me. Wendy did not seem, however, very
reassured!

Becky looked me up and down. 

"Well, its nice to see you in the flesh at last. You're slimmer than I
imagined!" she said.

I smiled, knowing that the compliment could not possibly be heartfelt!
 
"And you're looking incredibly stylish!" 

She smirked at me, equally aware of the impact of her baggy sweatshirt
and faded patterned leggings. 

"Well, I hope you two lovebirds are happy!" cut in Wendy, a slightly
shrill tone creeping into her voice. 

Traditional British reserve in my wife made such outbursts rare, and
very significant when they did happen. She had let her temper show in
front of a relative stranger twice now, and I knew this meant that she
was fizzing out of control! 

This was something I felt might have been lost on Becky, but she
turned to Wendy. 

"But its not him I've come to see!" she said. "Its you!"

Wendy opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it again. She had not
expected that, and neither had I! 

"You see, when Nick writes to me, he expects me to read what he wants
me to read. Whereas I'm always looking for clues about the things he
doesn't want me to know about!"

Wendy relaxed a little now, and I could even detect a conspiratorial
glint in her eye, but she was still suspicious.

"In reading his messages, I found myself becoming less curious about
him - after all he would just tell me whatever I wanted to know - and
more curious about you!" 

It was perhaps a little strange, but I began to feel more relieved
now. The focus of attention was being shifted away from me, and their
might be room to manoeuvre. 

"I was hoping we could get together and.... talk." Becky said.

"Well, I... er...." 

Wendy suddenly collected herself. 

"Yes! You're right! I think we should!" 

She looked over at me, and so did Becky. I smiled back, feeling
vaguely that I was losing control of the situation (if I ever had
any!). I stood, there a little stupidly for a few moments before I
realised with a slight shock, what was expected of me. I suppressed
the flash of anger I felt at being evicted from my own front room. 

"Oh, right." I said mustering as much dignity as I could. "I'll go
then!" 

I left the room and went into the kitchen. I wondered briefly if Wendy
realised that I could still hear the conversation from there, but the
sight of her framed in the doorway, head cocked slightly, quickly
disabused me of that fantasy! 

"Why don't you go for a drink?" she said. "I want to talk to your
girlfriend!" 

I hesitated looking for a way to stay and finding none. 

"Right!" I said suddenly. 

I got up and left the house. 

---------------------------------------------------------

It was early evening and the sun was still warm at the end of a lovely
day. As I strolled, I pondered on what the two women would find to
talk about. They were pably badmouthing me; telling each other what a
bastard I was. Typical women! They would not, of course, give me a
chance to defend myself! They would act as judge, jury and
executioner, not only in my absence, but actually positively excluding
me! I would pably get back to find the locks changed and my things in
a heap on the driveway! If I was lucky! This would be closely followed
by a lawsuit depriving me of my earnings for the rest of my days so
that she could live her life as she wanted! Who knows - I might even
find the police waiting!

Bitches! 

I was breathing hard and grinding my teeth as I walked, and people
started to look at me strangely as I passed them. It was that as much
as anything, which brought me back to the real world. 

I was probably doing them an injustice after all. Perhaps they were
not talking about me at all - maybe they just wanted to discuss dress
patterns or shops or something. 

I knew only one thing; a woman (like a shark) rarely does what a man
expects in these situations! (A fleeting fantasy crossed my mind that
they might actually invite me to join them in some sex romp, when I
returned - too fleeting - too incredible - and it was gone!). 

It did worry me, though, that I had absolutely no idea what awaited me
on my return. It could be anything, from nothing at all, to a knife in
the back! I was burning with curiosity to know what was going on and
would have given anything to be a fly on the wall in that living room.

To crawl around unseen, unnoticed just listening. Of course flies
follow their own instincts, and do not understand English, but if they
did, if they could...... 

....

[[[[...I flew aimlessly, antenna alert for scents that might indicate
food or a good breeding ground. Something was worrying me - a job to
do, a mission to undertake. Ah yes! I had to find a room, listen to
some people talking.

Inspired I took off heading for the nearest house, but as I did so, my
antennae picked up the unmistakable scent of raw meat. I veered off,
following fly instincts by default, and dived for the window from
which the scent emanated. I bounced off the glass a couple of times,
my exoskeleton taking the impact, before finding myself inside a
kitchen. 

There on a board was the delicious red stuff! A woman stood with a
knife, preparing to cut it - to release more of that delicious scent
for ME! 

I do LOVE women! 

I settled on her shoulder, readying myself for the final approach. My
compound eyes could make out so much, giving me early warning of
attack, as well as a generally good view. I could, for example, see
where that beautiful light-bulb on the ceiling was - when lit I could
fly around it for hours - while at the same time being able to see
right down her cleavage, equally pleasing! 

I concentrated on the cleavage. Sitting there, while my fly side
screamed to go for the meat. I watched her breasts rise and fall as
she worked, and could even make out the inside of her bra between them
as it "lifted and separated". I revelled in the fact that I could sit
there watching, almost indefinitely without anyone protesting! 

The fly instinct won eventually, and I dived for a juicy looking cube
of meat. She saw me then, of course, and acted, her hand flying
towards me with startling accuracy and knocking me to the wall! 

I was for a moment stunned, musing for a moment that as a human I
could have got away with lifting a piece of meat, while staring down
her cleavage would have earned the slap

I did not muse for long. The evil smell of fly spray had me choking
and gagging! I panicked and flew wildly, for a time, not knowing where
I was going or flying to. The spray disorientated me and drained me of
energy, but when I finally steadied myself I found that I had left the
house and had circled high into the sky. 

Down again. I needed to rest somewhere safe. 

Through another window (this time upstairs), and a blessed bed cover
to attach myself to and recuperate. 

My antennae picked up a delicious smell, not unlike that of rotting
fish. I would find it! 

I took off and circled the room I was in, reconnoitring. There was a
woman, lying on a bed, completely naked. 

Life as a fly is SOOO GOOD!! 

As she lay, she stroked her cat. The animal lay across her chest, its
paws playing idly with the solid-looking nipples that capped her
nicely rounded breasts. The woman had her eyes closed as she supported
the cat and guided its movements so that its soft fur caressed
sensitive skin. She smiled and moaned softly, her eyes closed. 

If my compound eyes had had lids they would have been open wide! As it
was they were anyway! 

As I buzzed excitedly, the cat eyed me lazily and then resumed its
sleepy purring. I flew in a roundabout way (why do flies never go
straight?) to the source of the smell. Fly and human were in perfect
harmony as they made for their new target! 

Balanced on top of a curly black hair I made my way on foot to the
little ravine below, from which the scent appeared strongest. There
among the folds of moist red flesh I could find my nirvana. I had
never been quite THIS close before! I made for the swollen, pulsing
red knob in front of me, drawn by instinct. It was like a little
temple to which I had to make a pilgrimage! 

My original mission was completely forgotten! 

My compound eye picked up the cats paw as it descended quickly...far
too quickly! No time to escape! 

Everything went black]]]]

....

I chuckled at my mind's twisted little diversion. How would the
relationship between the woman and her animal lover change as its more
pressing instincts had resulted in fly-guts being plastered all over
her clit! (Perhaps she would put it down to an unfortunate discharge,
though the bent wings might give it away!) Had the cat had the good
sense to keep its claws in? Her delicate parts lacerated as well as
bruised, could result in the relationship being terminated very
quickly! 

I walked on, suddenly depressed, turning to the park rather than the
pub. I really was not in the mood to put up with some of the inane
conversation I was likely to get in our local watering hole! 

---------------------------------------------------------

Strolling through the park, I pondered on the days events so far,
searching for some clue. That afternoon I had been sitting in the
garden without a care in the world, washing down my lunch with a
well-earned beer. The sun was in the sky, the bees were buzzing and my
wife was digging the garden. I was happy! 

Now watching my wife digging the garden is, in my view, one of the
greatest pleasures known to man (I am not quite sure if this makes me
an extremely sad person, or happy one, but there it is!) I sat there
in ecstasy, watching her little sundress stretch over her body as she
strained at the garden fork, or pulled at a particularly stubborn
weed. A glimpse of upper thigh or panty as she bent, the breasts
quivering as the muscles tensed and the sweaty sundress clinging to
her body - all these things sent me to my "little doggy heaven" as she
put it! 

The best of it was that she seemed totally unaware of any of this! To
this day I do not know whether she simply underestimated its impact on
me, or whether she was genuinely too absorbed in what she was doing to
care. 

My penis started to take up the slack designed into my shorts for
everyday comfort! Swelling like a cancerous growth, I felt it grow
impatient with its confines, and remind me of its presence (as if it
needed to) by rubbing its sensitive tip painfully against the zip of
my fly. Its influence began to stimulate my imagination as it demanded
satisfaction. 

One thing was clear to me - she would not be digging the garden much
more today! 

The situation would require some careful management. Spontaneous
love-making needed careful planning to be sure of success. We would do
it in the living room, I decided. If I had to drag her up to the
bedroom, the mood would probably not last, and besides living rooms
had special memories for us. Before we were married I would join her
on one of her baby-sitting assignments - the only time we could be
assured of being alone together - and ... 

I put my half-finished beer down and went indoors to set things up.
Cushions arranged on the sofa, old magazines and knitting
(particularly the needles!) removed and the place generally tidied up.
I went upstairs to the bedroom to retrieve some "props" from our
"bottom drawer" - handcuffs, dildo, a couple of silk cords, riding
crop etc. etc.. I didn't plan to use all, or even any of these things,
but it was good to have them handy, just in case. Finally the main
essential - a towel!

I concealed all these things in the living room, and then turned to
the last detail - the video camera (we like to keep these scenes for
posterity!). Once again it was essential that this did not interfere
with our lovemaking, so I painstakingly set it up, semi-concealed,
behind the television so that it had a good view of the sofa and a
fair proportion of the surrounding floor area, but was not too
wide-angle to lose the detail. It had 3 hours of tape in it, so I set
it going there and then so I could forget it about it. 

My God! The video camera! 

(My plan had, of course, fallen completely flat. On greeting her with
a cool lemonade and suggesting that we might "go inside", she simply
looked at me - face reddened with exertion - and pointed out that
there was a tree stump that I had been promising to dig out for weeks,
and wasn't now a good time to do it! Despite my protestations, "now"
became a better and better time, and digging out that damned thing had
occupied me until thirty seconds before Becky arrived!) 

I did a quick calculation - it had taken me two hours to remove the
stump, allow another half hour for inaccuracy, messing about, cleaning
up etc. The video should still have enough tape for a further half
hour or so! 

I had my "fly on the wall"! 

I immediately turned from the park towards the pub. This called for
celebration! 

---------------------------------------------------------

The house was locked up and as quiet as the grave when I returned. I
checked round to see if there was anyone home, and then to see if
anything untoward had happened (dog-shit in my shoes, clothes cut to
ribbons - that sort of thing) but found nothing. I was pleased - it
meant that I could arm myself with the facts as recorded on video,
before I had to face the two women. With luck, it might even give me
the moral high-ground! (Though I knew that would have been a first!)

I went back down to the living room. The "equipment" was still where I
had hidden it (I was perhaps a trifle disappointed at this!) and the
camera... had run out of tape, as I'd expected, and rewound itself to
the beginning (actually, I noticed from the tape time that it had
stopped some 20 minutes before the beginning. I was puzzled for a
moment, then shrugged, putting it down to a glitch in the tape.) 

I switched on the television, and pressed "FF/Review". It took a while
to wind forward to the point where I had left the room, but it was
there at 2 hours and 36 minutes. I sat down to watch the remaining 24
minutes and learn! 

---------------------------------------------------------

"So what is it you do want?" I heard Wendy say. 

She was still clearly suspicious of Becky.

"Aw, lighten up honey!" said Becky with a disarming smile. "I don't
want anything you don't want!" 

There was an expectant pause, while Becky studied Wendy.

"I think Nick's one lucky guy!" she said unexpectedly. 

At that point Wendy smiled. Becky, thinking she had broken the ice,
relaxed a little, but then Wendy started laughing. 

"Oh, you think so do you! Well let me tell you something honey...."
she mimicked Becky's deep south American accent, "....he is a lousy
lover, he drinks far too much and he farts in bed! If you want him,
you're welcome!"

It was not that she had not complained to me of these things already,
but the vehemence with which she spat out the words was a little
shocking!

Becky looked shocked too, then after a moment she said with mock
horror.

"But you've just described Wayne! The love of my life!" 

They looked at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing
together.

Their mutual cackling seemed to eat into the short space of video time
more than was warranted; it was not that funny! 

"I... I...guess you're right!" guffawed Wendy. "I suppose it could be
worse... he could..." her mounting hysterics seemed to be causing her
some difficulty, "...he could be a womaniser too!!"

At this they both went into peals of renewed laughter, which again
seemed to last far longer than the joke warranted! 

I almost switched off the video - I had better things to do with my
time! 

They fell into each others arms as their laughter subsided. Then Becky
whispered something into Wendy's ear which I could not hear. 

At this, Wendy drew back suddenly - her face suddenly hard. 

"No I have not, and I have no intention of trying either!"

"Look, honey, I didn't mean..." 

"My God! I get it now! 

There was a sneer of disgust on Wendy's face as she looked Becky up
and down. 

"You really took Nick for a ride didn't you!" 

"Hey, Hey...!" Becky said, trying to calm things a little, but Wendy
was on a roll now 

"To think I let someone so... so... disgusting into my...! I think
you'd better go! Just go!" 

"OK, OK!" said Becky, a little red-faced as she rose disconsolate from
the sofa. She muttered something which I could not make out, but
included the word 'bitch'. 

Whatever it was, that did it for Wendy! She pulled Becky round and
caught her with a stinging slap which knocked her backwards! 

Wendy's temper may be short, but I know from experience that she only
ever fires one shot, and then regrets it bitterly. Here, true to form,
she found herself acutely embarrassed, her hand over her mouth in
shock. Her refined sense of protocol, meant that attacking her guest
was certainly not something she would consider acceptable! 

I could see Becky glaring at her with a face of thunder! 

"Big mistake, honey!" she muttered, "BIG mistake!"

I had to admit that I would not have liked to be Wendy at this point!

Becky bore down on the hapless Wendy. She was a good four inches
taller than her, and as she towered over my dear wife, I felt a pang
of apprehension.

She delivered a couple of swift slaps to the face, but since Wendy was
at least partially able to block these, she followed them up with a
viciously unexpected punch to Wendy's midriff. 

Wendy doubled up, emitting a forced groan and clutching her stomach.
As she collapsed, her face suddenly swung close to the camera, bulging
eyes and protruding tongue, distorted by the closeness to the lens,
doing nothing for her image! 

Before she hit the floor, though, Becky seized her hair, pulling her
round and landing her on her back in front of the sofa. Then, she
dropped down, landing hard astride Wendy's stomach and pinning her
arms to the floor with her knees. 

I realised that this was a good old catfight, but I had to remind
myself that I fantasised about them - that I found them enjoyable! The
only difficulty was that the woman lying on her back, her dress up
round her waist showing a rather tired looking pair of panties, was my
wife! Also, the woman on top of her was murderously angry, and I was
not sure that she would not (did not - this was now history I was
watching!) really hurt poor Wendy! This was no fantasy, it was
serious! 

Becky leaned forward and said something to Wendy. All I could pick up
was Wendy's breathless "Noooo!". Becky then leaned back and started
doing something to her which, from my angle I could not make out. 

Wendy's legs had been moving slowly from side to side as she recovered
her breath, but suddenly they started kicking and thrashing. She
bucked her hips, trying to throw Becky off, but to no avail. I
wondered if Becky had done any rodeo work back home. If so, that
experience came in useful here!

As she continued working on Wendy, my wifes writhing and thrashing
started weakening. Occasionally, however I caught a glimpse of her
face as she moved her head from side to side. It was red with
determined anger and frustration. If Becky ever let her up there would
be hell to pay! 

Then Becky leaned forward and spoke to Wendy again, and Wendy took the
opportunity to muster her remaining strength and thrust her hips high
in the air in an attempt to continue Beckys forward movement. 

Thighs spread for leverage, every muscle in them was taut. Her light
panties, slightly twisted now, threw into sharp relief the details of
her sex. Normally I would have paused the film at this point and
studied the image carefully (not that there was anything there I had
not seen before!), but my mind was a mess of contradictory instincts.
I actually wanted to fast-forward so that I could reassure myself that
she was alright in the end. Then I could relax and enjoy the scene.
For some reason, though, I could only sit there transfixed. 

Wendy's move almost worked, and Becky had to steady herself with one
arm against the sofa to avoid being thrown off. She laughed nervously
and sat back again suddenly dumping her full weight on Wendy's stomach
and forcing her hips back down. 

Then Becky changed her tack. Again I could not make out what she was
doing, but the effect on Wendy was electric! Her half-hearted
struggles became suddenly frantic as she drew strength from
desperation! 

I noticed a little damp patch had appeared in the crotch of her
panties.

Wendy turned her head with an effort. This time I could see her face,
was no longer angry - she was frightened!

Becky adjusted her position, and I caught a glimpse of Wendy's now
naked breast, distorted against Becky's knee. Just before Becky
covered it with her hand I saw the nipple swollen like I had never
seen it before!

White flecks appeared on the videotape signalling the end of the show,
but just before the screen went blank and the tape started on its long
rewind I saw the stain in Wendy's panties glisten suddenly and spread.

I sat back breathless, listening to the whirring of the tape.  ....

[[[[Wendy stared up, terrified, at Becky's face just inches from hers.

"And now I'm going to kill you, bitch!" she heard her say.

It was not the words, so much as the soulless eyes that terrified her!
The very real danger suddenly galvanised her to push her tortured body
to do all it could to throw the madwoman off her, but it was useless.
She turned her head as Becky sat back, glimpsing the engorged breast
that Becky had exposed and manipulated earlier, and feeling the sexual
arousal course through her body against her will, like a mad thing!
She felt Becky's fingers close around her throat, forcing her back,
and wished now with all her heart, that she had been able to control
her own temper to start with. 

Her vision started to darken as her struggles started to subside and
become uncontrolled. The pressure of Becky's fingers on her windpipe
was inexorable, and she knew that there was...no...escape! 

Long after Wendy had stopped moving, Becky released her grip and stood
up. The insane rage inside her dissipated slowly as she stared down at
her victims body, the face an unnatural purple. 

She always felt desperately sorry after these black rages, but this
had not been the first time! She had learnt that if she herself was to
survive, pragmatism must always take priority over remorse! She looked
around a little uncertainly, then reached a decision. 

Backing her car as close to the front door as possible she manhandled
Wendy's corpse into the boot as quickly and discreetly as she could. A
quick look around to ensure there were no witnesses, and she got into
the car and drove. 

Finally, in the gathering dusk, she found a secluded spot at the end
of a deep gravel pit...]]]] ....

Shit! 

Where were they? What had happened? 

A dark sense of foreboding came over me as I concluded that whatever
had happened to Wendy it was probably nothing good! 

What should I do? Call the police now, or wait until they would take
some notice!? Would they need the video tape for evidence? No! I could
not have lecherous bobbies staring at my wife like that! 

What would it matter anyway - they would not bring her back! 

I sat there for what seemed like hours, telling myself not to be silly
and worrying about Wendy alternately. I realised, with a shock, that I
really would miss her dreadfully if something had happened to her! So
often I had fantasised about how good life would be without her, but
the reality seemed too terrible! 

---------------------------------------------------------

It was dark when I heard the key in the lock. I jumped up, ran to the
door and opened it before the key could turn. Sure enough it was Wendy
(now wearing jeans and a sweater). Becky stood a pace behind her. 

Wendy took a step back at my sudden appearance. 

"Oh!" 

She was even more surprised when I put my arms around her and embraced
her with more passion than I had done for a long time! She did not
return the embrace, though, and I was aware that she was gently trying
to pull away. I released her and looked at her and Becky. Both were
calm and at ease - a far cry from the battling vixens I had seen
earlier! I felt slightly foolish as I realised that my concern had all
been for nothing. Things were back to normal (or at least more normal
than I had been imagining!).

"I have come to collect some things." She said. "Becky and I are going
away for a few days to think things through, and Nick...."

I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights as she made sure
she had my full attention. 

"...when I come back, it may only be to collect the rest of my
things!"

Once again I stood open mouthed (I had been doing that a lot
recently!), as she pushed past me and went upstairs, closely followed
by Becky.

After a few minutes they came down again, Wendy carrying a small
overnight bag. She paused, gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"No, hard feelings!" 

"After all," she continued, "it is what you kept telling me you
wanted!" 

As they left Becky gave me a little half-smile, and leaned towards me.

"We've left a little 'present' for you on the video!" she whispered
confidentially. 

Then she turned and they were both gone. 

-------------------------------------------------------- I stood there
motionless for a few moments collecting my thoughts, coming to terms
with the situation. 

I went back into the living room. Of course, that explained why the
tape had appeared not to rewind fully! 

It was rewound now, and I retrieved the remote control. For a moment
my finger hovered over the "Play" button. 

No, I thought, I would not play their game! 

My emotions had been up and down like a roller-coaster at the hands of
these women today, and I wanted no more of it. Sure, I was curious as
to what was on the tape. Sure, I would have enjoyed the lesbian
sex-romp that Becky seemed to be promising me. Some deep instinct,
though, told me that nothing good would come of watching it. 

So I pressed "Record" and waited until the 20 minutes or so at the
front of the tape had been erased. 

My depravity was far more wide-ranging than Wendy or Becky ever knew,
and it was this fact that provided me with the resource to maintain my
sanity at times like these. 

I smiled a thin, secret smile, went to the phone and dialled. 

"Hey Wayne!" I said. "Great news!" 

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