Electric Hour

I looked at Lynda, fear was now the only thing I was feeling, Lynda wouldn't look up from what she found on the table to look at.

"No, I didn't think you would. Do you remember way back when we were young, we were going to be a couple and her and Rich were going to be a couple?" I nodded thinking back to that and that morning in bed more recently when Lynda asked much the same question.

"Did you know that Lynda told me that you were going to tell me that you didn't fancy me just before we got there? So you see we were cheated out of finding out if we could have been a couple all those years ago. ... But, but Rich and Lynda here decided to find out how it would have worked out for them if we had become a couple, but recently.

I came home to find him and her," The him and her were said with venom in her voice. " Him and her in my bed seeing how they would fit together. They were so engrossed in what they were doing that they didn't notice me standing in the doorway. I stood rooted to the spot watching them go at it, at each other like animals.

I like a good fucking as you're going to find out later, but the way those two went at each other was vile." Mary took a drink to compose herself before going on.

"They promised that it was the first time, the only time, that it would never happen again, begged me not to tell you, not to break up two homes.

And do you know what, I believed them, they made it clear that it wasn't going to happen ever again, ever. For your sake, not her's I said nothing to you. But ... did you know that Rich and I dabbled in BDSM? No I don't think we let on about that, but we did.

Well to make it up to me the next night he let me tie him up, all things we had done countless times before. But this time I tied him up tighter, in a position that his legs were open and up by his head, you must have fucked Lynda like that loads of times. But this time as I said I tied him up tightly, so tight he couldn't get out of it for the first time in our games. He thought it was fun, but I was the only one having any fun after a while. I'm not ashamed to say I took my revenge on him. Before he could come, which was the object of the games normally I hurt him so bad he couldn't get a hard on.

He threatened me with all sorts of retaliation, but he would never come near me again, not in any sort of game. I filmed him, he saw the camera, knew what he looked like with a big old black dildo sticking out of his arse, with his now shrunken little cock, not the thing he wanted to show off now. He told me that they had been telling me the truth, that it was the first time that they had fucked, only at first.

There's only so much pain he could stand. He then quoted me dates, which I looked up and believed him. They had been together at least three times. I'm sure he was telling me the truth at the end, I keep him there on the bed for two days, I had to phone in and report him sick at work before I let him go. That's why he left so suddenly, that or I posted the film of him to all our friends. I showed the lovely Lynda before you got here. She says he told the truth, ... and I'm inclined to believe her.

So that's why Rich and I split up. Oh he had others over the years, but my best friends wife? I couldn't let that go," Mary finished her drink and helped herself to a refill. "I came here tonight to let you know what or who you married, ... and to offer you the chance to savour me. Anything and everything is available to you, and I mean anything and everything, I know it's a lot to take in in one go.

I had time to process everything, you haven't. So would you like to come with me and make up our lost time, or stay here and beat the shit out of her for the night?

This little pussy," She put her leg on mine, her pussy was now on full display for me, now I saw one of those jewels that I had seen in a porno, a butt plug in her, as she so delicately put it, in her arse.

So she did mean anything and everything.

So that's how two couples ended up divorced. Lynda didn't deny it, she said all the usual things, it didn't mean anything, it was only sex. But it did, it was the hiding of it, if she had said she wanted out I'd have been okay with it, but no she went behind my back.

Mary? Yes we had sex, that night actually. Before you ask, yes, I fucked her in the arse. It just seemed the thing to do in that situation, and I think she thought it necessary, I have no idea why.

Did I enjoy it? It's a sort of yes and no. If you asked if I came from it, oh yes I did, but it was tighter than I like, so it ended sooner than I like. Would I do it again? Yes possibly, not my first choice, but if that's what was going then probably.

Was Mary a good fuck? Yes and No again. A fuck's a fuck, it's just for pleasure, the aim is to come, so yes she was a good fuck. But I like to make love to someone who I know, love, that's why it's called what it is, Making Love.

Did I love her? No, not in a million years. We spent a week together in the sun, she was something else in a bikini, and attracted a lot of attention, and somewhere along the last day there we met up with another couple.

Long story short. Mary made it obvious that she fancied him, and when they went off to get some drinks and nibbles for the four of us taking three quarters of an hour to come back I knew what they had done, so did Anna, his girlfriend.

Anna took the drink from Mary, threw it in her boyfriend's face snatched Mary's bikini top off and slapped her face so hard it had to have hurt her hand. All in the blink of an eye.

Everyone around us saw want was happening, all the men were looking at Mary's tits more than anything else. She was in shock and must have missed the fact of her missing top for a good two minutes. It wasn't until some women who's husband couldn't stop looking at her tits told her to cover up that she screamed and ran away. Tits hidden in her arms, we'll sort of.

Anna, very angry and annoyed still took my hand and dragged me off the beach to the hotel.

It started out as a revenge fuck I think, on her part that was. But somewhere between her fucking me and me doing things to her it changed into something different.

As luck would have it we were on the same flight home, so we sat together, Anna and me and Mary and ... I didn't remember his name.

And so that was the start of my next relationship. The one I'm in now.

People ask, as they do sometimes, "how did you two meet?" Anna always says it was when she ripped my girlfriend's bikini top off and she screwed me as recompense. Then she always adds that we screw each other now to see which one of us can kill the other first.

As you might imagine, she says exactly what she's thinking, it doesn't matter who its in front of, friends, family or strangers.

She gets away with it because she's so obviously telling the truth.

It took a bit of getting used to, but I've lived with her for three years now, I just smile and wait until she says she's got an itch she needs scratching if we are out, or she takes me to somewhere quiet to let me make that itch go away, if only temporarily.

All I can say is that she's going to win, I'll die first from dehydration or just worn out parts.

Oh God, if you're listening, please, please don't let that happen soon.

Life's better than it's ever been.