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My rise from the depths of despair.

There ain't nothing better in a man's life to have a woman to love, but there's nothing worse when that woman tells you that she doesn't love you anymore. I'll never forget the day when my lovely wife Catherine told me that she was leaving me for someone else. It went something like this, although my recollection may not be completely accurate for obvious reasons.

On Friday the 5th March 2005 at five pm in the evening, I arrived home from work just like any other day. I was surprised to see Catherine's car in the driveway loaded with suitcases, for I wasn't aware that she was going on any trips. It was only when I entered our house that I realised something was wrong, the look on Catherine's face was something I'll not forget. She asked me to sit down and then told me that she was leaving me. I sat stupefied as Catherine told me that she'd been having an affair for the past three months, and her love for the new man in her life was such that she was going to move in with him. When I asked who the new man was, I was told it was her new manager in the real estate company she worked for. With tears running down my face, I asked and then begged her to stay. And then with tears in her eyes, she whispered sorry and walked out of the door and my life.

I had no idea that Catherine was having an affair, sure she worked late at nights and put extra hours in during the weekends, but that's what real estate people do. I thought our marriage was bullet proof, we had the same up and downs as any marriage, but never anything major. Catherine was a rock of woman, attractive, strong and confident with a wicked sense of humour. The sight of her Amazonian curved body still made me hard after twenty years of marriage, and our love making was something else. There wasn't anything that Catherine wouldn't try between husband and wife. But to be told that Jimmy Keller, Catherine's manager now had her forever and I didn't, was simply unthinkable.

I don't know how long I sat in the lounge pondering my life without Catherine, I must have cried for hours, for it was dark when I eventually came to my senses. I can remember at the time, the horrible image of Jimmy between her legs, and the mounting desperation to bring her home for me to love and cherish was paramount. I would do anything, anything at all to have her back; I would forgive her without question. All I needed to do was to talk to her and surely she would see reason. I just had to act.

I tracked down Jimmy's address in the phonebook, and soon found myself outside his house. Sure enough, Catherine's Toyota was parked in the driveway beside a new Ford. With my heart in my mouth, I walked up to the footpath towards the front door. It was one of those flashy houses where you walk past large gardens and lounge windows to get to the front door; but the sight through the partially closed curtains stopped me dead. There in the lounge sat Catherine and Jimmy, their embrace passionate and strong.

I stepped from the path and into the garden close to the window to get a better view, the lights inside the room shielding me from my dark hiding place. I watched with a crying heart as Jimmy's hands stole under my wife's dress and slowly removed her panties. I watched as my lovely Catherine positioned herself on the couch and opened her legs wide for another man. I watched as Jimmy removed his clothes and slipped between her legs. And I watched as Catherine reached hold of his large erection and placed it between her submissive thighs. My heart died as Catherine wrapped her lovely legs around Jimmy, and then kissed him deeply. And only then, could I no longer watch anymore, for I knew in heart my Catherine was now gone from my life forever.

I'd never been much of a drinker, but sometime later I lay in the bath with an empty bourbon bottle between my legs, I think it had been half full when I started. In my hand was a loaded small frame Smith & Wesson handgun. Three times, the short barrel had been in my mouth and my finger on the trigger, and three times I had decided on one more swig of bourbon before I did the unthinkable. It was hard to fathom that my life had turned from damn near perfect to suicidal in a few short hours. But now the bottle was empty, and there was no excuse left for me on which to ponder. I closed my eyes and placed the now warm barrel into my mouth. I took the first pressure of the trigger and let my mind wander back through my life, and was just about to apply the final squeeze to end my misery, when the phone rang. The shrill ringing brought me to my senses, and for some unknown reason, I climbed from the bath and answered the hallway phone.

It was my good friends John and Susan that saved my life that night, for when they heard my uncontrollable weeping; they arrived at my house within a minute. Susan ignored my nakedness and covered me with towel before consoling me. As for John, well he picked up the Smith & Wesson and emptied the cartridges into his left pocket before putting the handgun in the right; I never ever saw it again.

Now its times like these when you find out who your real friends are. For the next two days, I was not left alone for a single minute. The suicide watch made sure that I didn't get one chance to harm myself. Even people who I thought were more Catherine's friends than mine, volunteered their help and support, and for that I will be eternally grateful. With their help, I began the long road to rebuilding my life without Catherine; and to be honest it wasn't without a few mistakes along the way, namely the use of call girls. It took a while for me to come to the conclusion that sex without emotion is little satisfaction. The journey back to some sort of normality was hard and painful, the sleepless nights, the lack of concentration and the feeling of loss and hopelessness. I would only have to see a happy couple laughing or holding hands, and I would fall slowly into a state of depression. But gradually and day by day, I lifted my head above the gloom and despondency.

Probably one of the biggest things that helped was exercise, for I took up running with a vengeance, something I hadn't done since high school. But the euphoria of beating a previous time and distance was like a medicine for my pain, and as the months passed by, I thankfully thought less and less about Catherine. In saying that, I have to confess to the odd tearful lapse, something hard for a grown man to admit. My social life was well organised for me, and there was never a weekend that I didn't receive an invite from friends, although the opportunities to meet the opposite sex was limited and probably unwanted on my part. The thought of another relationship was still too hard to bear.

I couldn't tell you when Kelsey and Adam moved into the house next door. One day the old neighbours were there, and the next thing I knew, there were foreigners living there. In those days, I don't think I was particularly sociable and apart from the odd wave and distant hello while mowing the lawns or the frequent coming and goings, there wasn't too much interaction between us. That all changed one Saturday, when Kelsey approached me as I was returning from my morning run and asked if she could join me sometimes. She told me that she liked to run, but didn't like to do so by herself, our neighbourhood was generally pretty safe, but there'd been the odd problem with lone women joggers receiving unwanted attention. As much as I wanted to say no, it was kind of difficult to do so. So I smiled and replied that would be okay, but later cursing as the last thing I wanted was to be slowed down by some unfit pretender.

The following day, Kelsey met me at the gate dressed very sensibly in good running shoes, baggy track pants and a loose shirt. Her longish hair had been tied back in a pony tail showing off a pretty but makeup-less face. Within two minutes, I realised that I'd made a serious mistake, for Kelsey set out at a quick pace and then settled down into an effortless gait which I had trouble keeping up with. After the first fifteen minutes, I had to ask Kelsey to slow down before I busted a boiler. I wasn't surprised to learn that she'd been a competitive long distance runner, good enough to be once considered for selection for the Olympics, but not good enough to be chosen. Over the following months, Kelsey pushed and coached me in both style and stamina, and had me achieving distances that I'd never considered possible.

During our runs, we gradually became friends and got to know more about each other. I told her about Catherine and what had happened, even about the suicide attempt. I was surprised at her reaction; she just stopped running and looked at me for a few seconds with big sad eyes, then gave me a little smile and my arm a little squeeze before setting off again. In turn, Kelsey told me about herself and Adam. She inferred that they had left their previous town because of trouble; I would later find out that Adam had witnessed a drive by shooting, and they were now in the witness protection scheme to avoid retribution by the gang who committed the crime. As time went on, we talked about our interests, things like movies and music. Kelsey implied that they didn't go out too much and pretty much kept to themselves.

On one of our excursions, Kelsey mentioned in passing that their computer had died, and since I worked in the industry, I offered my services. Later that afternoon, I went over to their house to diagnose and replace a failed power supply. My simple favour was repaid with an invitation for a meal, and it was at that time that I got to know Adam a little better.

We had lots in common, sport and fast cars; we disagreed on politics and spent many an hour in so-called debate on that particular subject. Stupid thing was that we were both too stubborn to be swayed by the other's argument, but it was still good fun. My failed marriage came up a couple of times, Adam already knew about my suicide attempt from Kelsey, which didn't surprise me at all. He put his arm around me and told me that nothing is worth that, and that every time I laughed since then was proof. Looking back, I never thought about the fact that Kelsey and Adam were kind of mismatched; he was a little older and carried around a substantial paunch from eating and drinking too much. On the other hand, Kelsey was one of those people who cared about her appearance and health. But not once did I ever see or hear her nag Adam about his extravagant intake. I was usually invited for a meal a couple of times a week, which I accepted but ensured I never outstayed my welcome.

It was a Wednesday night invite that things took a strange turn. We'd finished eating and the three of us remained at the table socialising over a rather nice red wine when Adam turned to me and grinned.

"What do think of my Kelsey?"

"She runs too fast." I replied with some humour.

"Do you think she's attractive?"

"Doesn't look too good in the mornings, the old track suit pants she wear's makes her arse look big. I'm usually behind her and its all I get to see." I replied.

Kelsey kicked me under the table and glared at me.

Her husband laughed when I pulled a face and rubbed my injured leg.

"So, you don't think my wife is attractive?"

I looked over at Kelsey and was surprised to see a nervous look on her pretty face instead of the sarcastic grin I was expecting. Where was this going I asked myself?

"Yes, she's attractive." I replied.

"How about desirable?" Adam asked. "Do you find my wife desirable?"

I placed my glass on the table and looked at them in turn, "I don't think I can remember what desirable is. Can you tell me what this is all about?"

Adam sighed and sat back in his chair, "I've got a problem with the old waterworks." he confessed. "Seems the old prostate ain't in good condition, the d**gs I'm taking have rendered me useless in the old erection department. Pretty serious I'm advised; the doctors told me that I won't be able to perform the old humpty dumpty for a while."

"How does this affect me?" I asked.

"Be patient, I'm getting there." Adam suggested. "Thing is, that Kelsey loves sex, and I ain't going to be able to do it, well for a while anyway. What we're wondering is, whether you'd help out so to speak."

I sat back in silence for a few seconds, "Are you asking what I think you're asking?

"What I'm asking is; that you take Kelsey to bed and have sex with her until I come right."

"You're k**ding, right?" I muttered.

"Nope, I'm deadly serious." Adam replied. "Kelsey needs a lot of lovin; I don't want her running around town on me. If she's going to have sex, I want it to be someone I know and trust, and I want her to be safe. I'm perfectly comfortable if that man was you. There's no catches, it will be with my blessing."

I scratched me head in wonderment, "I'm not sure I believe this, it's certainly something to think about."

Adam grinned, then began to stack the dinner plates and carry them from the table, "The longer you think about it, the more complicated it will become. I'll take these out while you two have a little chat about it."

I looked over at Kelsey to find her smiling at my discomfort.

"It's okay by me, what do you think?" she asked before taking a sip of her wine.

"Dunno, what's the downside to all of this?"

"Well, the sex could be terrible, but I don't think that'll be the case. I like you, but I don't love you. So it will just be casual sex, not a relationship or anything."

"Could you have sex without a relationship?" I asked

Kelsey nodded her head, "No problem. Look, I hate the word nymphomaniac, but the truth is that I need to get laid on a regular basis. I just want some straight sex without the baggage that normally comes with it. The way I see it, we can get together a couple of times a week and have a bit of fun, nothing more than that. That I can manage, question is, can you?"

I thought about it for a couple of seconds, "I think so, but what about Adam?"

"This was his idea, there's nothing kinky about it, he doesn't wanna watch or anything like that. All this may seem strange; but he just wants me to be happy."

Adam returned from the kitchen and sat down again, "So, how's the negotiations going?"

"Nearly there." Kelsey replied. "Just discussing any repercussions."

He turned to me and smiled, "When was the last time you got laid? Just take Kelsey in there and have some fun. There'll be no repercussions from this end."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely, so off you go, just make sure you do a good job of it."

Kelsey stood and offered me her hand; I gingerly stood and let myself be led from the dining room into a bedroom. Kelsey turned the light on then dimmed it down a little before turning to me.

Up until now, there's hasn't been any need to describe Kelsey, but I suppose I'd better take the time to do so now. She would stand medium height; her straight shoulder length hair was neither blonde nor dark, just a light shade of brown. She was naturally pretty with a small splattering of freckles over her nose, I'd never got close enough to notice what colour her eyes were, either light green or blue I guess. It was hard to say what her figure was like, for she always wore baggy clothes, when we were out running she wore track suit pants and loose tops. When around the house, her clothes were conservative, or maybe I hadn't really taken any notice. All I knew was she wasn't big.

But now I stood transfixed as Kelsey pulled her yellow top over her head and tossed it for me to catch, she let my eyes take in her light blue bra for a few seconds before unzipping her jeans. Letting them slide down her legs, she then stepped out of them. I could now see that her body was lean but curvy, her waist narrow and her stomach flat under matching blue panties. Her thighs were round and shapely with toned muscle, below, her calf muscles well defined. Her body was a contrast of shades, her arms and lower legs tanned; her thighs paler with her stomach a perfect cream.

Sensing my nervousness, Kelsey then stepped to me and nuzzled my neck, "Its okay, lets just take this one step at a time."

She lifted my shirt over my head and disposed of it before undoing my belt buckle and pushing my trousers down. I was embarrassed, for the first time in my life I stood in front of a near nude and attractive woman without an erection. But Kelsey smiled and then kissed me on the cheek before her mouth found mine; our tongues met and explored each other. Her body moulded into mine and I savoured the feel of warm skin for the first time in nearly a year. It was an almost strange emotion; for I hadn't touched someone with any sort of affection since Catherine left me. Sure, I had done it with call girls in the early days, but there was no kissing or any other sort of affection involved or allowed. I allowed my hands to touch her and trace her smooth skin, only then noticing that she was trembling as much as I was.

"Strip me." she soon asked between kisses.

I fumbled with her bra for a few seconds before managing to release it; then slowly removed it from her body. Her breasts were small but pert, her nipples small, dark and erect. She lifted my hands to them and then sighed as I gently fondled them; she then coaxed my right hand down to her panties. I traced her panty line with my fingers for a few seconds before she encouraged me to kneel in front of her. With my face now level with her pussy, I then eased her panties downwards to her ankles. A triangle of dark hair now sat inches away from my face, the hairs strangely more straight than curly. I could see the inverted V of lips through her thatch before they disappeared between her thighs. Then Kelsey moved away and crawled onto the bed, and patted the sheet beside her.

"C'mon, I won't bite." she assured me.

With some trepidation, I joined Kelsey, our first kisses both tender and passionate, with our hands we caressed and explored. My thoughts went to her husband in the next room, and wondered what he might be thinking at this moment. She eased me over onto my back and slid her body over mine, her thighs wide over my torso as she lowered herself so that her pussy was over my still limp cock. I could feel the wetness of her arousal on my cock, and closed my eyes in embarrassing disappointment at my lack of response. But Kelsey was determined, and began kissing her way down my body, nipples and belly button. I felt her take my cock in hand, and then the warmth of her tongue over its length before she took it fully into her mouth. And only then did I feel my cock rising to the occasion.

"Mmmmmmm." Kelsey muttered as I hardened, her hand stroking the length for further encouragement.

For the next few minutes, I lay back in splendour as Kelsey's velvet mouth worked the head of my cock with little licks and lots of suckling. From time to time, she would rub her face up and down the shaft before taking it back between her warm lips. Then, without warning, her body slipped upwards until her pussy was directly above my cock, and her hand guided it between her pussy lips. She lowered her mouth to mine before wriggling her pussy slowly downwards over my cock. Even though Kelsey was aroused, the tightness of her tunnel made the going slow. I could feel every little inch of her insides as she moved up down taking a little more each time, and her tongue stayed firmly in my mouth as she did so.

Kelsey broke the kiss only when she began riding me, sitting up straight; she placed her hand around the base of my cock and lifted her pussy completely off it before plunging down on it again and again. I was worried that if she missed, something was going to get damaged, but each time she hit the target with absolute precision. She smiled as my hands wandered over her body tracing the line of her thighs and waist before venturing to her nipples.

"It's good to see you happy." she offered.

"Aren't I always happy?

She lowered herself so that our faces were nearly touching, "Nope, most times you're a sad man pretending to be happy."

"That obvious eh?"

She gave me a little peck on the lips, "Only because I know you."

"Well, now you know me a lot better."

"I'm not sure that I like you so much now." she joked. "I take all my clothes off and then have to seduce you into getting a hard on. Doesn't say much about my body when it doesn't rate a hard on does it?"

"Shouldn't be so disappointed, it's not much of hard on anyway."

Kelsey slipped off my cock and took me in hand, "Looks okay to me. Too big's not good. Had one of those once when I was young, never again; my poor old pussy was numb for a week. You'll do just fine, just get a hard on quicker next time, or else."

"So there'll be a next time?"

"I think so." she replied rolling from me and presenting herself on all fours for me to take from behind.

Needing no encouragement, I stood beside the bed as Kelsey edged herself in to the right position. Her hand slipped backwards between her thighs and guided my cock to her opening. Smooth as silk, I slipped inside her and got an appreciative groan for my efforts. After moving backwards a little on the bed, Kelsey began moving back and forth on my cock picking up speed as she went.

"Fuck me hard and fast." she soon whimpered.

Placing my hands on her buttocks, I began to slap hard into her, I was kind of worried that I'd hurt her, but she soon put that to rest. She placed the pillow under head and then lowered her head and shoulders.

"Faster." she murmured.

It's hard to describe how I felt, but all of a sudden all of the anger that I wanted to Catherine to feel came to the fore. I hammered poor Kelsey, with tears in my eyes; my cock bludgeoned her pussy with every savage stroke. But Kelsey just urged me onwards, faster, faster she would call. Looking down, I could see her tight lips moving in and out around my cock, I could feel her juices running freely down my balls, and still she urged me onwards. My cock felt like it was trapped in a hot wet vice, but I confess that it was more about my angry aggression than pleasure. The sweat poured from me, Kelsey's buttocks were pink from the slapping of our bodies. I was beginning to tire when Kelsey thankfully dropped forward onto the bed and out of my reach.


She turned onto her back and spread her thighs wide, "Mmmmmm, that was good fun, but now its missionary time."

I eased my body over Kelsey and gave her a kiss before moving downwards, my tongue tracing a line between her breast, stomach and navel before slipping between her pink lips. It'd been a long time since I'd had a clit on the end of my tongue, and I teased it lovingly for a few seconds before sucking it into my mouth. Kelsey squirmed under my touch and then sighed as I slipped a finger deep inside her giving me time to take in the view. Under the matted hair, I could see two slim lips parted around my finger. Above, her slightly darker clitoris peeked outwards, the inside of her thighs and her lips were sloppy and wet. For the next few minutes I worked diligently with my fingers and tongue exploring every little nook and cranny, I then began working up a rhythm.

"It's real nice, but I'd rather fuck." Kelsey commented with a husky voice.

"Gonna see if I can make you cum." I replied.

"I don't cum; dunno what an orgasm is to tell the truth. How about sticking your cock back in?"

I looked up at Kelsey, "What do you mean, you don't cum?"

"Never managed one, tried everything from cocks, tongues and toys; never happens for me. I just like to fuck lots, so get your arse up here."

I glided upwards over her body; her hand reached down and guided my cock inside her, she then took my face in her hands and kissed all the gooey mess from my face.

With her legs locked around me, she smiled up at me and cheekily poked her tongue out, "Okay, let's see what you can do."

We started slowly, kissing passionately and exploring with our hands, her body pushing against me with every thrust. Her pussy although sopping wet, still held my cock like a vice, with every stroke providing intense pleasure. Missionary has always been my favourite position, there's nothing like having a pair of warm thighs holding you tightly, the feeling of breasts on breasts, and the ability to kiss passionately can't be outdone. Nothing beats watching the look of pleasure on a lovers face as you slide in and out of her, the frowns and grins, the half closed eyes and the little whimpers of pleasure.

We were soon back going at it hammer and tongs, our bodies sliding noisily together in our own sweat, and while I was reasonably fit, I eventually began to fade. Thankfully, Kelsey released me and stretched her long body under me for a few seconds.

"Mmmmmm, what now?" she asked sleepily

I raised myself and slid upwards astride her placing my cock on her chest.

"Titty fuck." I suggested.

Kelsey laughed as she tried to lift her small breasts around my cock; it wasn't ever going to happen, "Oh dear, not big enough I'm sorry."

To compensate, she lifted her head and took me into her warm mouth, again her lovely tongue tormented me a few seconds before lowering her head to the pillow.

"We'd better not be too much longer." she commented while rolling out from under me. "Not the first time anyway."

Kelsey picked up a folded towel from the floor and spread it out on the sheet. I followed her lead and ended up sitting on the sheet with Kelsey facing me, she lifted her legs over mine and then inched forward so that my cock was touching her pussy. She took me in hand and guided me to her opening, and then by rolling slightly forward, my cock entered her with ease.

"I love it like this." she whispered.

I would've thought this position was sort of limiting, but Kelsey began rolling her pelvis back and forth, and it didn't take long to realise that this was extraordinarily good. Her rolling action seemed to tighten her pussy on my cock bringing considerable pleasure.

"Nice isn't it?" she asked after a while.

"Fucking great."

"Mmmmmmmm, its nice for me too, see if you can cum like this."

We were now close enough to kiss, and were soon in a tight embrace. Out tongues were soon dancing together as our hands wandered, teasing nipples and stroking warm skin. Even though our love making was slow, I could feel the stirrings of my orgasm. Kelsey sensed this and held me tightly while her pelvis moved in a wave like motion.

"Come on, cum inside me, I want to feel you do it." she murmured between kisses.

For me, it was very intense. I've always been one of those men who move at a frantic rate to orgasm. But here I was moving very slowly and I could feel the pressure build inside of me, my cock almost wanting to explode. I heard myself whimper almost uncontrollably as I began empty my cum inside her, and I could feel the sloshing of my cum running from her pussy and onto my balls.

"Ohhhhhhh, that feels sooo good." Kelsey whispered as she held my shuddering body tightly.

It was the most intense orgasm I can remember ever having, and I'd surprisingly enough managed quite a few. Kelsey waited patiently until I collapsed onto her, and then kissed me deeply for a good thirty seconds.

"That was nice." she whispered into my ear.

Kelsey then slipped backwards allowing my cock to disengage; I looked down to see a line of cum running downwards from her pussy and onto the towel. Picking up a corner, she dabbed herself clean as best she could as I collapsed backwards onto the bed. Kelsey knelt beside me and took my cock back into her mouth without using her hands. I groaned with a mix of pleasure and pain and she milked me with long slow strokes before concentrating on the head. It didn't take long before it became unbearable and I pulled away from her.

She gave me an exaggerated sulky look, "Spoil sport."

"You're gonna fucking kill me."

She straddled my chest and kissed me, "Only if you give me the chance. You've got a nice cock and you sure can fuck. You might not exactly die, but I reckon you'll come close."

Soon after, we arose from the bed; I dressed while Kelsey slipped a white robe over her nude body. It dawned on me that I was now going to have to confront her husband Adam. How hard was this going to be? Again Kelsey read my mind and told me it would be just fine.

Adam was reading a magazine in the lounge; he looked up and smiled as we entered the room.

"How'd it go?" he asked.

Kelsey smiled, "Mmmmmmmm, real good."

"How about making us a coffee, I just want to have a few words with lover boy." he then asked.

Adam smiled and pointed to a chair opposite him. "You okay?"

"I think so." I replied. "It just seems a little strange knowing that Kelsey is a married woman, and that you're sitting close by."

"I understand, but I'm more than comfortable with you two doing this. But there are a few conditions. Firstly, I need a little respect; I don't want you guys sneaking off to your house. I don't care how often you two want to do it, but I want to know about it, and I want it to happen under this roof. No secrets, okay?"

"No problem."

"Another thing, I want this kept between the three of us. I don't want this all over town so to speak."

"Not that I would, but who'd believe me?"

Adam smiled, "And one more, if anyone of us wants to put the brakes on, it stops without question."

"Sure." I replied.

And then Adam surprised me by leaning forward and offering his hand, and we shook hands on the strangest deal of my life. Kelsey soon arrived back with three coffees. After handing one to me, she settled on the couch beside her husband and gave him a kiss and a cuddle. It was sort of strange seeing her cuddling up to someone else after we'd just been to bed together, but then again it had been an unusual night all round. We chatted for a while sipping coffees, and then I took my leave.



As the weeks drifted away, Kelsey and I continued our runs together. There was hardly ever any discussion about the sex, it didn't seem the place. I never pushed it, or suggested that we make a date. But at the end of our runs, she would sometimes invite me over for an evening meal. The three of us would socialise just like normal people over a meal. But after we had cleaned up, Adam would bade good night and leave the room. Kelsey and I would then slip into the spare bedroom to make love. The sex was always at a fanatical rate, the passion and the pleasure indescribable. My only disappointment was that Kelsey never managed an orgasm no matter how hard I tried. And at the end of our sordid little romps, I would take my weary body home to a cold lonely bed.

Some people might question my ability to keep emotions out of all this. For me it was difficult, the one thing that I brought home with me each night was the longing to have someone for all to myself. I wanted to walk down the street and hold hands, and go to the movies or a restaurant. I wanted to make love to someone who was mine and then wake up next to her in the morning. But I knew it wasn't going to be, and I should consider myself lucky for the rampant sex I was getting.

All was going well until one Saturday afternoon when I found my ex-wife Catherine standing at my door. My heart soured at the sight of her, for it seemed she still held my love. She sat in the lounge and surprisingly apologised to me. She knew how much she'd hurt me, and then asked if I wanted her back. My head lifted from my shoulders with joy at the prospect of her return, and I was on the brink of rushing into her arms, when Kelsey walked into the room.

The look of surprise on Catherine's face was something to behold, the instant hostility between these two fine women was plain to see.

"And who might you be?" Catherine asked.

"A caring neighbour." she blazed back.

"Well, I'd like to talk to my husband, so it you'd like to disappear, it would be most appreciated."

"She wants to come home." I muttered.

"Then, I'm not going anywhere." Kelsey replied. "I know what you've done to him, and that you don't deserve him."

"It's none of your business?" Catherine shot back. "So just fuck off."

"It is my business, he's my lover."

Catherine eyed up Kelsey's wedding and engagement rings, and smiled sarcastically.

"Oh, I get it. You rush over from next door and pretend to be his lover. And then I'm supposed to get all jealous. So, what do you want me to do, beg for forgiveness, or run away all hurt and dejected?"

"Leaving would be best." Kelsey replied. "Let him get on with his own life, he doesn't deserve anymore of you."

Catherine chuckled, "This house is half mine, and legally I'm allowed to be here. So why don't you sling your hook and leave us alone, this is none of your business."

A slow cynical smile then spread over Kelsey's face, she grabbed the front of my shirt and led me to the couch on which my wife was sitting. Placing herself alongside Catherine, Kelsey pushed my shorts and briefs down to my ankles, taking my limp cock in her hand she smiled at Catherine and began to suck me with her lovely warm mouth. Catherine sat there with an incredulous look on her face, for she plainly didn't know how to deal with this.

Kelsey removed her mouth from my quickly hardening cock and turned to my wife, "I just love the way he whimpers when he cums, don't you. You must miss that."

For Catherine, any thoughts of this being a hoax disappeared instantly. The little intimate secret of my verbal accompaniment when having an orgasm could only be known by a lover. Kelsey lowered her mouth to my cock and quickly got it to an erect state. To this day, I don't know whether my wife too shocked to respond, or was going to try and stand her ground. But Kelsey wasn't going to be put off; she got to her feet and pushed her shorts and panties down, then sat down on the couch beside Catherine and spread her legs wide.

"Wanna watch or join in?" Kelsey asked Catherine. "Maybe we should have a competition to see who's the best fuck? You should win; you've probably had more than a few cocks up you."

And it was at that moment that Catherine gave up the battle. Without another word, she picked up her handbag and walked out of the house. I watched Catherine leave with mixed emotions, for I wasn't sure that I wanted her to go. Kelsey got to her feet and held me tight for a few seconds, and then took my head in her hands. With her eyes close to mine, she looked at me with her big green eyes.

"Let her go, I know it hurts now, but it will be for the best."

"But I don't want to be lonely anymore." I cried.

Kelsey kissed the tears from my face and then placed her lips on mine; I could taste my salty tears.

"I know its hard." she whispered. "But what if she comes home and then fucks around on you again? Look how far you've come, can you imagine having to go through all this again, and would you even bother? I suspect that you'd put the barrel of another gun in your mouth and this time pull the trigger rather than do it all over again. Could you really trust her again after what she did to you?"

In that instant, I knew that Kelsey was right even though I really didn't want to admit it. Could I trust Catherine again, probably not? The lingering doubt would be there each time she worked late. Knowing I had to be strong, I held Kelsey for many minutes as I got to grips with the whole thing. I felt Kelsey's hand slid down and take my now limp cock in hand; she gave it a little loving squeeze.

"Shall I take you home and take your mind off all this?" she suggested.

My lustful grin answered her question. Putting our clothes back on, we jumped the fence to Kelsey's house. After taking the time to explain to a most amused Adam, we retired to the spare bedroom where Kelsey did indeed take my mind off the whole episode.

Life turned pretty much turned back to normal after that day, if you could call it normal. Catherine left me half a dozen messages to call her, but stopped ringing when I didn't respond. A couple of times a week, I'd be invited to Kelsey and Adam's for a meal and a little dessert. And while my own bed remained empty of a lover of my own, I was as content as a lonely man could ever be.

I don't know how long our little arrangement would've gone on for, but fate then played its fickle hand. Adam's health deteriorated and I didn't see much of Kelsey or Adam for a few weeks. Kelsey told me that he wasn't too good and would be spending time in hospital. I just played the concerned neighbour, and after offering any help, kept out of the way. What I didn't know was; how sick Adam actually was.

It was four in the morning when my phone rang, and after tearing myself from a deep sleep, managed to answer it. All I heard was Kelsey crying, and it took but a few seconds to deduce that Adam had died. An hour later, I held a sobbing Kelsey in my arms at hospital. I held her tight as she wept uncontrollably on my shoulder, and then took her home to my house. I took her to my bed and comforted her, stroking her hair and wiping away her tears. She told me that he'd gone in for an operation and had passed away under the anaesthetic. The doctors had found his insides riddled with the big C, and suggested he wouldn't have lived for much longer anyway.

For the next few days, I helped Kelsey with all the things that she had to do while at the same time comforting her. But I have to say, all this was not without a little guilt, for I was enjoying my pampering roll and having Kelsey all to myself, even under the most dubious of circumstances. After the funeral, Kelsey didn't want to go home. She accepted my offer and slept in my bed and in my arms, but please believe me when I say sex wasn't on the agenda, it wouldn't have been right for either of us. All Kelsey wanted was to have someone to hold, and I had no problem in doing just that.

A few weeks later, I woke to find Kelsey sitting on the bed looking down at me, she smiled gingerly

"We need to talk." she said nervously.

"Sure." I replied while placing my pillow on the headboard so that I could sit up.

"I don't want to stay here; there's too many memories."

My heart sunk, for this I dreaded, she was going to leave my life.

But Kelsey had this amazing ability to read my mind; she smiled and took my hand in hers, "It's okay, I want to be with you. Why don't sell up and get a place together, even on the other side of town, just away from here?"

"Is that what you want?" I asked.

"I need to get away from here, but I want you to come with me. The question is, do you want me?"

"You know that I do."

"I'm not sure that I'm ready for the whole relationship thing yet. I loved Adam, and it'll take me a while to come to terms that he's never coming back. Obviously, I have strong feelings for you to, and we'll just have to see how it all works out."

A few days later, we rented an apartment and placed our respective houses on the market. We set up for separate bedrooms, but on the first night Kelsey came to my bed to be held, and her room remained empty from that night onwards. The sex eventually returned, now more special and loving than ever. And the great thing is that I wake to find Kelsey beside me every morning. Time is a great healer, and Kelsey's confidence and happiness slowly returned.

On a night I will never forget, Kelsey walked into the lounge and turned off the TV that I was watching. She sat in front of me and took my hands in hers, and told me that she would never be unfaithful to me. She then kissed me on the forehead and turned the TV back on before leaving the room. I followed her into the bathroom, took her into my arms and held her tight, for her statement meant everything to me.

It didn't take too long to come to the conclusion that Adam had instigated all this, although I would never suggest it to Kelsey. I suspect he knew that he didn't have long on this earth, and wanted to ensure that Kelsey would be okay after his departure. What could be better than throwing two lonely souls together? He openly encouraged our relationship, and was happy from the start that Kelsey enjoyed my company. He knew that I was a good man and would most likely look after her. What sort of man could do a thing like that, and could I ever hope to follow in his very large footsteps? All I can do is try.