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E-Mail and the Common Housefly
by Nick (nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk)

***

This story is about the insecurities and flights of 
fancy that may go through a man's mind when his 
mistress and his wife get together and shut him out. 
(MF, FF)

***

"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, 
it's 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 
probably 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 
probably 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 wife's 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 Becky's 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!" 

END

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