My Sister Helped Me Overcome My Breakup
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The Break Up
An affair can always end badly. It usually does. Someone gets hurt.
The trouble is that there are always many opportunities to end it but
there is always "just one more day" You've got away with it so far, Why
not tomorrow as well.
But of course one day it is discovered. Then the real trouble begins.
You can't continue as things are, and you can't go back to the way things
were.
Ultimately there needs to be a complete change. A new start.
Here is one such ending and new beginning.
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"You lying, cheating, conniving, useless piece of shit!"
My wife always did have a way with words. But I have to disagree. I am
not useless. The rest, on the other hand, was actually quite true. But
you can hardly expect me to admit to it just like that.
It isn't that I didn't like my wife. She is a pretty good sort after
all. Quite pretty, sexy and very supportive around the house. You could
even say that I really do love her. But I have always had a roving eye.
There are plenty of good looking women in the world.
Her best friend, Clare, would often drop around. Mostly, of course, when
Suzanne was home. But, of course, this couldn't always happen. So
frequently enough she dropped in when I was home alone.
Over time we got to talking and gradually, a bit at a time, I started to
fall for her, and she for me.
In a way it was really Suzanne's fault. Leaving us alone like this was
always a risk. I hadn't ever intended to go any further but you know how
things are. One little thing leads to another.
At first it was just a bit of innocent flirting. But that was a
smokescreen for the more serious feelings that lay underneath.
I forget exactly how it got further but at some point I realized that it
wasn't just me. Clare was definitely giving me more than just a bit of
flirting. It was a definite "come on".
Not that I could blame her. I am handsome enough in my own way. Keeping
a good eye on my figure for a start. And my job as an IT professional
brought in a goodly salary. So we never had any money worries.
I could afford to do a bit of indulging on the side without in any way
detracting from the money available for my family.
After all, Suzanne also indulged in her own hobbies. Collecting
antiques, and old books. All sorts of oddball stuff. Strange pendants,
goblets, vases and many, many more bits and pieces. She told me that
these things had wonderful magical properties that made her happy.
Well who was I to begrudge her a bit of happiness?
And then poor Clare had been through that messy divorce a year or two
back. Not her fault. I think her partner had made a pretty bad choice.
Clare was really a pretty good catch all things considered. Hardly even
in her thirties yet with many great years ahead of her. Life is only
just getting started. And then WHAM. He ups and tells her that he needs
to go and "find himself". Which is really just polite talk for " I want
to be able to screw around as a single."
So there she is. In the prime of her life, and left on the shelf.
I suppose, in a way, I felt sorry for her. After all, I had a nice warm
bed to go to each night, and a loving companion to talk to. A friend to
help out with all those millions of little tasks that you have to do each
day to keep a household going.
And she hadn't got any of that. So I really felt that the least I could
do was to provide some friendly male companionship. Something that would
fill the emtpy void. Something to give her a bit of renewed self
confidence with which to approach the world and hopefully kick start her
life again.
Strange isn't it. I was starting to cheat on my wife, and take advantage
of a lonely divorced woman but at the same time thinking that I was doing
everyone a favour.
But this didn't solve the immediate problem. I had to respond to
Suzanne's accusation.
Rule number one. Never admit anything.
"I don't know what you are on about dear." "I haven't been up to
anything. You should know that. You are the only one I ever had eyes
for"
A good opening gambit. Loosen the ground from under her feet. Now lets
see what her next move is.
"Don't give me any of that garbage. Do you think I don't see you looking
at the other women when we are down the street? I wasn't born
yesterday."
Ah ha. A bit of a set back but not much. "Yes, you are right. I have
looked at other women of course. But not in the way you imagine. I look
at them and think just how much luckier I am than their husbands. Some of
them are scrawny or badly dressed. Then there are the fatties too. How
many do you think could hold a candle to you" " You have the most
gorgeous figure imaginable. Just right. Enough curve to be enjoyable
and yet slim enough to have a great figure. So many of these other women
would kill for a figure like yours. Especially given that we have two
beautiful children" "after a couple of kids pretty well everyone else
seems to go downhill fast... but not you"
Now that is the sort of stuff. Just don't lay it on so thick that she
will smell a rat.
" Well really, Mr Good Guy?" " So tell me why did I find these boxes of
condoms in your drawer.?"
Uh oh.
"And don't forget that I have been on the pill so you haven't needed them
with me."
Hmm a good point. I had been a bit careless. But for every bit of truth
there is always another lie to cover it up.
"Come on dear. They were old ones. You know, from the time after we had
the kids and before you were able to go on the pill. I haven't needed
them for a long time so they just sat there. I suppose I should have
thrown them out long ago. They are probably well past their use by date
by now."
I thought that this was pretty good but Suzanne wasn't buying it.
"Naturally I checked. The use by dates are TWO YEARS from now. They are
all nearly new."
She is good, I thought to myself. Doesn't leave much uncovered. But
there is still a way forward.
"Yes, I know. I wasn't being totally honest. I should have come clean
earlier." " There was that cute secretary at work who has been coming on
to me. I have tried to keep my distance. But I was afraid that I might
lose my will power. Or perhaps that should be WON'T power. But you know,
I never did need them. Nothing ever happened with her."
One thing about telling lies is to always keep the lie to the minimum
necessary. The wilder the lie the more likely it is that there will be
some weakness. Something that gives it away. But of course there is
always a risk that parts of the truth can form a chink in the armour. A
way to unravel the whole tale of lies and deception. I was in for a
pretty rude shock.
"Ah ha. Got you. WITH HER. You all but admitted your infidelity. It
just wasn't with the secretary. I have known you for a long time now. I
know all about your tactics and your lies. I wasn't going to confront
you until I knew too much for you to wheedle your way out of it. Have a
look at this.."
At that Suzy handed me a sheet of paper with dates and numbers on it.
"This is an inventory of those very condoms over the last two months.
You can see the days that 'stock' was removed. And days when the amount
was replenished. I know exactly when, and exactly how many times over
the last two months."
"And I must say that you have been particularly active. I don't know how
you managed to keep your end up here at home. Must have been pretty
tough for you."
" So now I think it is time to go to your floozy. You wanted to get into
her pants so why stop now?"
"You mean you are throwing me out?" I said. "Surely we can talk this
out. Isn't there something I can do to make it up to you?"
"I'm not throwing you out. At least not at this. You wanted to have an
affair. That much is clear. You have indulged me in my fantasies so
perhaps I should indulge you in a few of yours." I didn't actually
notice the twinkle in the corner of her eyes. But in hindsight I should
have read the warning signs. After all I was the one who was supposed to
be the 'Master of deception'. You would think that I would spot it in
someone else.
"So no hard feelings eh? Not anymore. No deceptions, no masquerading."
"Let's just have a drink to a new life with no more sly cheating... What
do you say husband of mine?"
Now what could I say. Here she had me on toast and instead of sinking
the boots in she was being all civilized. I had completely
underestimated her after all.
She went into the kitchen and brought back a couple of glasses of wine.
Perhaps I should elaborate. Not glasses as such. They were a couple of
those old pewter goblets that I told you about earlier. The ones
decorated with so many strange inscriptions. Not perhaps what I would
have chosen, but under the circumstances it seemed far better not to
argue the point.
I must say that her choice of wine was almost magical. It tasted so
good. I savoured every last drop.
Indeed I even asked if I could have another glass of it. Suzy laughed.
"Of course. The more the merrier. One doesn't get to start a new life
every day. This does call for a celebration".
This was a complete shock. On the one hand I was being accused of being
a shit, on the other here was my wife spoiling me, and making me feel
terribly guilty.
I wanted to make it up to her. To be a proper husband. To cuddle her
and hold her and tell her I love her. Alright I know that I had made
some bad choices but surely that can be dealt with in the morning.
Suddenly a thought hit me like a ton of bricks. "You haven't put poison
in that have you?"I shrieked. "that's why you wanted to have a drink
with me. And I fell for it. I'm going to get to a hospital right now.
Have my stomach pumped. And when they identify the poison you won't have
a chance." Sweat poured from my brow. I was imagining stomach pains and
cramps already. Yes, and a tingling in the legs too. I had better
hurry.
"No, no I wouldn't do that to you. If I had wanted to kill you why would
I bother to confront you about your infidelities. I promise you that
nothing in that wine is going to harm you. Honest. Would I lie to you"
Now I had heard something like that earlier this evening so I wasn't
completely convinced but she did have a point. Yet those cramps seemed
real enough. "I would like to believe you Suzy, but right now I seem to
have some type of weird stomach cramp and it certainly seems that the
wine caused it."
"Well I can only repeat that there is nothing that is going to cause you
any harm in the wine. In the morning you will wake up refreshed feeling
like new. It is probably just the tension of our silly little argument."
I thought about it for a few moments and I knew in my heart that she was
right. Too much stress. I should have come clean a lot earlier. If
only I had known that she was going to forgive me then of course I would
have. We could have all had a laugh and got on with our lives.
"So dear. How about we just go to bed now and make up to each other. I
really am amazed at how well you have taken all of this."
"Not tonight husband of mine. This is not the time for that. I want you
to go to your girlfriends place. Now. Tonight. Tell her that this is
the last time. The very last time that you are going to have sex with
her. To penetrate her and have your pleasures." "After tonight it will
be all over... Permanently. Do you understand?"
"I suppose I do. But wouldn't it be better if I just rang her up
tomorrow and told her then. I mean actually going there tonight seems a
bit crass don't you think?"
"Haven't you go the balls to do it then? It's only OK if you are
cheating behind my back but if I know about it and give you my permission
you just can't face it. Is that it? And you would be a spineless,
useless shit. To her I mean. As well as to me. Don't you think she
deserves something a lot better than a simple phone call? Or even worse
a letter? So take your time tonight. Do a good job and be nice. In the
morning it will be ended."
I must say the suddenness of that outburst surprised me. I had thought
we were going pretty well for the moment. Then that. But there was no
mistaking the look in her eyes. If I didn't go soon the truce was going
to be over and I didn't want to spend the night here fighting.
In any case there was a nice warm bed and a soft body waiting for me only
a few miles away. There really was no choice at all. I grabbed my
things and set off for the door. "Well I suppose I will see you in the
moring then?"
"Oh yes, most definitely. I wouldn't miss it for the world.....By the
way, you haven't told me where you are going. Don't you think I deserve
that much at least. You have to admit I haven't been a bad sport about
it now have I?"
She hadn't been a bad sport at all. So I told her who I was with and
where I was going. I expected a reaction but there wasn't any. It was
all quite matter of fact.
Then surprisingly she gave me a good night kiss. A big very sexy kiss.
Passionate and with real fire. I started to come up instantly. "Whoa
there big boy. Save that for a few more minutes. I think you are going
to need it then".
With that I was out the door and on my way.
Arriving at Clare's place I was surprised once more to see the porch
light on. I parked the car in the driveway. No point trying to disguise
things now. Then walked up the steps to the front door. It opened
instantly. I didn't even get a chance to knock on the door.
"Come in," she said, "I've been expecting you."
"But how?" I spluttered. "What on earth.."
"Suzanne told me you were coming. Told me that you had a big row over me
and she was sending you here. She said that she didn't want you staying
there with her tonight." "Are you going to stand there on the doorstep
all night or are you coming inside here where it is warm."
I didn't need any encouragement now. In I went. Once inside and the
door was shut I grabbed her and held her in my arms. I felt her luscious
D cups press into my chest and that abdomen. The home of so many
wonderful pleasures. There it was only inches in front of me. I kissed
her with every bit as much passion as I had so recently kissed my wife.
Of course I sprang to attention instantly. Clare could hardly fail to
notice it.
Perhaps it was the wine. I was sure of it. At a time like this most
men's resolve would have dissolved. Too many problems. Too much guilt.
But instead he was like some sort of Satyr. Nothing was going to stop
him tonight.
I wanted to stop. Long enough to do the small talk. But what was the
point?
If I told her that it was over then I could hardly expect that she would
want me in her bed. A lonely night on the couch was hardly what I was
looking for at this stage.
But those cramps were still bothering me. It seemed that everything was
somehow related. The arms and legs were tingling somehow. The stomach
and abdomen had cramps. Even the balls had some type of dull ache about
them.
Then there was my proud manhood. Proud? It had never been like this.
Not ever. Not even on my very first time. It was like it was trying to
burst.
Now that wouldn't have been a pretty sight. "Bang" and all over. The
thought made me wince.
On the other hand it wasn't going down. Nothing I could do would make it
relax.
There was only one thing on his mind.
Somehow Clare wasn't put off by this. If Suzanne had made a fuss there
was nothing in Clare's attitude that showed it.
Instead she guided me to the bedroom and slowly, seductively removed her
clothing. One piece at a time. Very gently.
First the cashmere sweater. Then the white skin tight top. She turned
her back to me coquetishly. All I could see was the red bra strap across
her back. But I knew what was on the other side. I didn't have to see
it to SEE it. I knew allright. And my body quivered with the
anticipation of what was to come.
Clare asked if I would like to remove her skirt. Oh yes. I certainly
would. Like a starving man being offered a roast dinner.
Over I went. Down with the zip and off it went to the floor. Now just
in bra and panties there she was.
So near yet so far. I couldn't stand it. How long could I go without
exploding.
"No, no. Time enough soon. I want this night to be one that you will
remember for the rest of your life." And so she skipped out of the room
leaving me in agony.
In more ways than one I might add. I just didn't get it. How could I be
hurting so much but still so turned on that it didn't matter at all.
You probably cannot even start to imagine. If rats had been eating my
arm alive I wouldn't have noticed it. Although to be honest it actually
felt as if they were.
And the aches in my groin. Just imagine someone kicking you there. Not
just once but every few seconds. Then imagine being so horny that you
really didn't care.
That was what it was like for me. Pleasure and pain. Both together.
Both in extreme measure.
Finally after an eternity of anticipation in she came. But she had
another pair of those goblets. A strange coincidence. "Look", she said.
" I don't quite know what is going on but I think you should have a drink
of this before we turn in for the night. It should relax you just a
little. I don't want you so jumpy that you won't last even a minute."
She did have a point. I didn't want to waste time but I took the goblet
and sipped some more of the wine. Now talk about coincidences. It was
almost exactly the same as the glass my wife had given me earlier in the
evening. I know that they were good friends but still. It seemed a bit
odd. The same glasses, and the same wine.
After the reaction to the earlier wine I wasn't sure that this was a good
sign but on the other hand I wasn't in a good position to refuse.
I drank it all. Keeping up a bit of good flattery all the while.
Commenting on her lovely brunette hair. It really was sensational. Long
and flowing. The sort of thing that a man dreams of running his fingers
through when waiting in a queue at the supermarket. And of course those
breasts. Full and exquisite. More than a handfull. Soft yet firm at
the same time. My eyes wandered down the rest of her body. Drinking in
every last vestige of it. "A man could do a lot worse than wake up to
the sight of that each morning" I thought to myself.
Soon enough we were in bed together. Entwined. Embracing. Close.
Warm and contented. Together as a single being. This was what life was
about.
And so it went. On and on. I didn't think that I had that sort of
stamina.
I didn't come quickly. Indeed I don't even remember coming at all. It
was all just so powerful. Feelings and emotions and hurt and pleasure
all so mixed together that in time I was sure I had died and gone to
heaven.
I couldn't even feel my body. It was gone. As was hers. We were sort of
floating as spirits in space. The world was vanishing smaller and
smaller.
With hardly even a glimmer it was gone. So was I. Into the blackest of
black nights.
Sleep came down. But what a sleep. No dreams. No tossing and turning.
I was only aware of being next to her. Or I think I was aware of it.
Maybe that was the dream. I don't know.
I must have slept for many hours because when I woke up the sun was
streaming through the window.
At least all those aches had gone. My wife was right.
I felt marvelous. I don't think I had ever felt like this before.
Completely fulfilled.
A bit like after you have had wonderful sex, but a thousand times better.
None of that "well that was great but I wouldn't mind another" feeling.
In fact at the moment I was so "used up" so gratified that for the first
time in living memory I didn't feel sexy, or horny or frustrated at all.
Just blissfully relaxed.
In the kitchen I heard voices. I guess that Clare must have got up
earlier. But one of the voices was a man's. It sounded strangely
familiar but I couldn't place it.
I was certain I knew who it was but try as I might I couldn't imagine who
else would have been dropping in so early in the morning.
I knew that she hadn't a lot of male friends which is why she was always
so glad to see me.
I turned over to see the clock to see what time it was and something
fuzzy fell off the pillow and onto my eyes. "Blasted stuffed toys" I
thought. So I went to pick it up and throw it from the bed.
But there was nothing there. No toy, no pillow. Yet the fuzz was still
there. Casually I pushed it aside. But wait. I must have been sleeping
on it. Because as I moved it the stuff tugged at my head.
OK so I lifted my head up to throw the thing out of the bed. But to no
avail. It was still pulling.
I sat up now. Not only was the stuff pulling on my head but somehow the
bedclothes had stuck to my chest. It was being pulled downwards just as
much as my head was being pulled on the other side.
" Great" I think. I must really have sweated this place up last night.
Everything has stuck to my body.
By now I was waking up. Slowly you understand. But I could start to
open my eyes and focus a bit. I peeled back the sheet that was covering
me and got the shock of my life.
This couldn't possibly be true. I shook my head to clear the brain but
just as surely several other parts shook too. In opposite directions.
My chest and my hair both moved some considerable time after I had
shaken.
There was absolutely no doubt about it now. These things were real. And
enormous.
And the fuzz. That was hair. Hair on my own head.
Brunette hair too. And long. Very long.
I could manage to sit on some of it while sitting upright in the bed.
And those on my chest. I had seen them before. They weren't like my
wife's. They were exactly like Clare's.
I may not have seen every woman on the planet but I had seen a few. And
I think I would recognize something as dear to my heart as these. Yes.
Clare's alright.
I started to investigate elsewhere too. My fingers moved down. I let
out a gasp.
No wonder that "he" was feeling so content and not bothering me this
morning.
There was no "he" at all. Nothing. Or at least nothin that was going to
give me an erection in the morning.
No aches though. My wife had predicted it more than perfectly. I was
going to feel like a completely new person in the morning.
That was for sure.
I needed to get up. But there was no sign of the clothes that I had worn
last night. Only her skirt and panties and bra etc. Well I didn't have
a choice. I needed some clothes and as it stood they were going to fit
just fine.
I had a bit of trouble with the bra strap at first, but I found that I
could actually get my arms up the middle of my back and do it up that
way. I had never been able to reach my back before.
And the position of the zip was unfamiliar. Down the back of the skirt.
I felt a bit exposed with only a skirt covering my modesty but it simply
had to do for the moment.
Now after everything that had happened I don't suppose that there could
have been any more shocks in store for me.
But in the kitchen there was a bigger shock than the one that had
confronted me in the bed. Suzanne was there. Not Clare. That was
certainly surprising.
But it was the other one. The man. That was the shock. No wonder the
voice was familiar. It was ME. My voice. My body. Sitting there
calmly talking to my wife. As if they had been married for years.
And worse. Far worse. They were holding hands on the table. Just as
young lovers do. The looks in their eyes told me that I was being an
intruder into their world.
Clearly they wished that I had simply stayed alseep a while longer. But
no. There was something else too.
What was it. Triumph, Gloating? Superiority? Control?
Yes. Control. They were in complete control and I was quite
insignificant. Of no consequence or threat to them. An outsider to
their world.
"Good morning CLARE" "I hope you had a good refreshing sleep," said
Suzy.
"Clare? You know damn well who I am. I don't know how you did this but
when I get back....."
"Get back? Really? Clare, you are dreaming. There is no 'going back'
as you put it. Not for you. Not ever."
"You wanted to get into Clare's pants. And now that is exactly what you
are going to do."
"I even warned you. 'No hard feelings' remember? No hard feelings for
you. Never again. Not ever. That is gone. Completely and permanently.
You had your chances. You had a wife. A loving caring one at that. But
you chose to behave differently."
"Even last night. You had drunk from the magic goblet. Yes. And your
body was ripe for the taking. But if you had said no! If you had
resisted. If despite the temptation you had spent it on the couch then
there would have been no change."
"That is why it was so important for you to be here. I was hardly going
to risk changing into you, or simply leave you as you were to continue
your lying, your philandering your....."
"And my poor friend Clare. She had a rough time with her husband
deserting her. Men are shits. So when I discovered the goblets I spoke
with her about a way out of her position."
"At first she wasn't sure. She wasn't sure that she could face up to life
as a man. After the way men have treated her. But I convinced her that
it wasn't all bad. As long as she had a tolerant and forgiving wife she
could have a far better life. Not lonely, not rejected but loved and
cared for. Now who wouldn't be prepared to change their bodies for such
an offer? And of course we had alwarys been best friends. Now we can
continue to be best friends but with so many other pleasures too."
"So much better than anything we had ever imagined. We can spend days
together, and we can sleep together at night with no one critizing us or
calling us lesbians."
"So naturally I have forgiven him for all of his infidelities. As far as
I am concerned the slate is clean. We can start again. Even if any of
our acquaintances should now about your affairs I can claim the moral
high ground. I know and I don't approve but I have forgiven and shall
get on with our new life. Isn't it wonderful."
I hadn't said a word through all of this. What could I say. I wasn't
being given any choice in the matter at all. I couldn't go to anyone and
tell them what had happened. There was no possible evidence that I could
use to convince anyone.
Then it happened.
The two of them moved closer and started kissing. Not just kissing but
really, really close kissing. Right there in front of me. It wasn't an
accident. Nor was it a spontaneous move. This was planned from the
beginning. Planned to show me exactly the position I was in. How
completely and utterly powerless I was.
The actions grew ever more animated. He was groping her. And she was
groping him.
Hands inside clothing. Fondling, caressing, exciting each other.
Then those words. Like a knife. "Look I know this is a bit irregular
but ... you wouldn't mind if we used your bedroom for a while would you?"
Without waiting for a reply off they went. Off to my bedroom. Or
Clare's or whatever. Click. The door was shut. I could hear the action
on the other side of the door. I knew what they were doing. "No, No" my
mind screamed.
Yet there was absolutely nothing I could do. A man was making love to
his wife. HIS wife. Not mine.
They just so happened to be doing it in my bedroom. The bedroom of
Suzy's best friend. What would be so odd about that.
Any friend would offer her room under similar circumstances wouldn't
they.
As the noises continued louder and louder they filled my brain.
My new brain.
Yet the ultimate torment was only just starting.
The sounds were erotic. I found myself starting to think about sex
again. With each moan, each ahh each little noise of sex I was imagining
it to be me.
I didn't want to be left alone. On my own. With no one to cuddle or
make love to. I had been with a partner for too long for that.
I was jealous. Totally jealous.
Nobody should be able to make love to what is mine. In my own house.
Under my very nose.
And leave me locked out and frustrated.
You thought I meant Suzy?
No. Not her.
HIM.
Geraldine
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