I was still off work the following day. I'd genuinely gone to the gym and whilst there phoned Sharon in work just to say that a friend of hers was in the gym. In reality I was just checking in to let her know I wasn't messing around!
As I was on my way home my phone pinged with a message. It was Jean, so arriving home I opened the message. It just said, 'Can you ring me'
I rang her and she answered straight away, "Morning darling, have you got a minute?" She said cheerily.
"For you my sweet, always. What's up," I replied.
"I can't get any signal on my TV. You got any ideas?"
I ran through a few options like was the aerial plugged in? Was the TV tuned to the right input? All the usual. Drawing a blank I told her to go outside and look at the roof and see what the TV aerial was doing.
I heard the door opening and her walking down the garden path then she said, "Oh dear! The aerial is pointing at the floor and it looks like it's all rusty and broken."
"There's your problem, you need a new aerial," I replied.
"Where can I get one and how much will it be," she asked a little panic in her voice.
"Have a look in the Yellow Pages for a local fitter, they don't charge the earth, maybe a few tens of pounds. I've not had aa new aerial in donkey's years so can't really say, but you can get a couple of quotes," I said soothingly.
"Thanks, I'll let you know what happens," she answered with a much lighter tone in her voice.
I heard nothing more until the next day. I was sat watching the lunchtime news as my phone rang. "Hi Peter, I've got my new aerial," she said excitedly, "and the guy set my TV up for me and he said he'll come back and set up my video and a hooky satellite dish too. He gave me a decent discount."
"Oh that's good how come he is being so 'generous'," I asked immediately suspicious.
"Ermm, welllll, er, I might have been a bit naughty!" she giggled.
"What have you done?" I asked, now definitely suspicious.
"Go take a look at your Yahoo, and please don't be mad."
Jean broke the call and I went and booted up my computer and logged into Yahoo. I had a couple of new messages, mostly advertising, but the one that caught my eye was from Jean's account.
I opened the message and read 'the things a girl has to do to get discount'. There were three attachments.
I opened the first to see a picture of a very big cock, hard and with a big bulbous head, it was thick and I estimated about nine inches in length. A small hand was wrapped around the base and straight away I recognised Jean's nail polish colour.
The second picture was of the top of Jean's head. She was on her knees and the cock was obviously in her mouth although you couldn't really see because of her hair.
The last picture left no doubt. Taken from the side, her lips were obscenely stretched around his thickness. A dribble of cum ran from the corner of her mouth down to her chin. It was one of the sexiest pictures I had seen, but I felt my jealousy and anger rise as I looked at it.
I picked up my phone and called Jean. She answered straight away, "Are you angry?" No introduction, no greeting, she knew I wasn't happy.
"Yes I am angry. No wonder he's coming back. What the fuck are you playing at?" I barked down the phone, "You asked me to move in with you two days ago, and now you send me this!"
"I thought you liked the idea of me with other men, You loved the holiday pictures," she answered her voice quavering and obviously upset.
"Yes but we hadn't really declared our love then, it was a bit of holiday fun, but what is this, you using your body to get favours. Jesus, Jean, you've only been divorced a week!"
I sat there fuming, but also incredibly turned on. "So what's the plan tonight? You've got the kids there."
"No I haven't, mum and dad are going to have them at there's," she said clearly flustered, "I thought you would be pleased that we can now play this game freely. Have I got it wrong? I can put him off."
I sat for a minute and thought things through. Softening my voice I said, "No don't put him off. I don't own you, you do what you want. I just wish you had warned me or something. I'm not sure how I will feel if you do this all the time, but lets see how this goes and then talk about it face to face. Yeah?"
Jean sniffed and I guessed she was crying, "I don't want to hurt you Peter, you have been so good for me, but I want to experience being a single woman and yes, I still love you and want you with me, but until we live together, I want to explore, use my sex, discover the new me."
"I love the old you," I replied calmly, "but you have to find out who you are. Do it with my blessing, but remember I'm still here. Also be safe, check this guy out properly, don't take risks."
I rang off after we said our good-byes and her promising to ring me the following day. I went straight upstairs to the bathroom and masturbated like fury, finally shooting huge ropes of sperm into the toilet bowl.
Little did I know this was the start of a roller-coaster ride that was to last for the next few years. Looking back I should have ended things there and then, but my randy brain definitely wasn't thinking straight. |
