Leopard's Spots

Tania lost her smile, dropped her confident gaze, and she visibly swallowed hard. I had really and truly caught her on the hop with that comment.

"What do you mean Derek?" Was all she could manage. Pretty poor really.

"What I mean is Tania, if that's really your name, is how come bugger lugs James is swapping you for my wife when you're not even married to him?"

Got her!

Tania tried to grin at me, but thought better of it when she saw the look on my face. She looked round to see if she could slip away maybe, but I had positioned her so she was trapped.

"I guess I'd better come clean," she offered nervously at last.

"That might be best," I replied and waited to find out what the hell was going on. Was Tania his girl friend? His sister in law maybe? Their next-door neighbour?

I had no idea!

"Look Derek," she started. "You're a really nice guy, and I'm sorry if I've been part of tricking you a bit."

I nodded and waited for her to carry on as she took a huge breath.

"They paid me to do it," Tania mumbled at last.

"They paid you!" I nearly screamed at her. "They paid you to go out with me --- To have sex with me! What sort of woman are you for Christ's sake?"

"The sort who gets paid for having sex with strange men," she whispered back, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm sorry Derek -- really sorry."

Oh bugger me!

Now she'd caught me on the hop.

"You're a bleeding prostitute!" I shouted at her eventually, forgetting that we were in a public place.

"Not so loud please Derek," Tania pleaded with me looking around with a frightened expression. "I prefer escort to prostitute, but it's all the same thing really."

It suddenly hit me like a train. James had paid this bloody prostitute to play the part of his wife so that he could fuck mine.

The bastard!

"What the hell is Wendy going to say when she finds out what he's done?" I demanded.

Silly question --- I still wasn't thinking straight was I?

It was even worse than I thought.

"I think she already knows all about it Derek," Tania told me uncertainly. "It was her who rang me to arrange the times."

Oh no!

There must be some mistake surely. But I knew right then that there wasn't.

"Well I hope it wasn't her that paid you," I muttered pathetically, lost for anything else to say.

"No Derek," Tania tried to assure me. "It was the guys that paid both times."

I was so bloody upset, that I nearly missed what she had said, and when I looked up at her she had her hand to her mouth, having realised her mistake. She'd let something else slip.

"Guys," I queried. "Is that guys as in the plural sense?"

Tania simply nodded, keeping her mouth tight shut.

I breathed in slowly and deeply to calm myself down before I did something that I might regret. I wasn't going to hit her or anything, but I needed to think straight.

"Explain!"

I thought that was enough and waited.

"There are three of them Derek," she went on. "James, Mike and Terry. Terry was a client of mine once, so that's how they knew me."

I sat there in silence, shaking my head.

"Sorry," Tania piped up.

"Thanks for nothing."

"I really enjoyed the first time Derek," Tania carried on. "You're a really nice guy and it wasn't like the other 'dates' I normally have. You took so much care to make sure I enjoyed it as well, but when they asked me to do it again the following Tuesday I refused, as once I'd met you I didn't like cheating you."

Well that explained why she hadn't turned up for the second date didn't it. Why I'd sat there all night, my stomach churning as I was thinking about some other guy screwing my wife. Turned down by a bloody prostitute!

Then I turned cold as it dawned on me. It wasn't some other guy that had been fucking her. It was three of them. My sweet wife had taken part in a gang bang behind my back.

I felt vaguely sick as it occurred to me that she was doing the same thing again at that very moment. An image of her soft naked body spread-eagled, wide legged on some bed somewhere taunted my brain. The smile on her face as she took one huge cock up her pussy, another in her mouth and the third Lord knows where.

They would all have huge cocks twice the size of mine wouldn't they?

Well they always do, don't they?

Putting my head in my hands, I fought back the need to break into tears; hardly able to control the way my arms were shaking; hardly able to control my reaction.

"I'm really sorry," whispered Tania, gently stroking the back of my head. I should have shrugged her off of course, but it felt reassuring, and relaxed me a little.

"So why are you here this time?" I managed, pushing the awful vision from my mind.

"They offered me extra money Derek," Tania replied. "Besides, when I thought about it, I quite liked the idea of seeing you again."

Ah! So I wasn't turned down by a prostitute. Not sure how that helped though.

We talked on for some time, as Tania willingly told me everything she knew. I couldn't believe I was sitting there quite calmly taking it all in, though my eyes misted up several times, and I didn't resist when Tania took my hand in hers and squeezed it.

Wendy had gone back to her old ways and was hosting a gangbang, using the swinging scene as a way to hopefully lure me eventually into the way of things.

That's what she was doing right at that moment while I sat there and talked to Tania.

Did I really know my wife?

Had I ever really known her?

Does a leopard ever change its spots?

The cow had played me for a fool, and I would get my own back. I didn't know how, but I would work on it.

Meanwhile as far as I was concerned my marriage was over ---- as dead as a doornail.

But I couldn't do much about it at that moment, so what was I to do?

Then I looked at Tania.

By God she was so beautiful!

Why not?

I always was a bit of a pragmatist.

"Back to my place then?" I suggested.

"Love to Derek," she smiled back at me.

So we did!

It helped.

It helped a lot.

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Wendy came back early the next morning looking tired, but full of the joys of spring again. Now I could understand why of course. I didn't just want a divorce though, an easy split. I wanted revenge, and I wanted it on all four of them.

When she went to kiss me I turned my cheek just enough to unsettle her, but not enough to worry her too much. She'd have time for that later.

She looked at me waiting for me to say something. Maybe to tell her what a good time I'd had, or to ask her the same question. I just looked away --- said nothing.

Let the bitch sort out herself what was going through my brain.

I already had the seed of an idea, but to see it through I'd have to find out where they all met up. It obviously wasn't at James's house as I doubt that his wife would go along with that, and I'd worked out that it always had to be Tuesday, as the three of them must have an excuse for being out that night. Bowling, drinking, whatever. It didn't really matter.

I needed someone to help me as well. Someone who knew them and could find out the information I needed.

Who better than Tania?

Besides, I'd really enjoyed both my evenings with her, and the feelings had been mutual. I'd found out quite a lot about her and her situation, and that she'd only been working as an escort for about three months. How many liaisons, or dates as she called them that represented I didn't know, and didn't care to enquire about.

Tania had been half way through her university course, studying fashion design when she had run seriously out of money.

Not a new situation, but when one is as attractive as she undoubtedly was, then the first bar where she sought work was more than pleased to take her on. That soon led to working behind the bar in a nightclub where the pay was better, and the skimpier and more revealing her outfit, then the more tips she got.

She'd laughed when she admitted to me quite how much she found she enjoyed it, as she'd teased the men who tried to peer down her increasingly outrageous little tops.

One thing led to another, and she was soon persuaded to try her hand at pole dancing at which she was an immediate success, and believe you me, I could see why. It wasn't long before clients started to ask her out, and she discovered how much money she could really make for an evening's work.

She managed to rationalise her behaviour, but still ended up dropping out from her studies, which by the time we got to know one another she was beginning to regret in a big way.

So!

There we were the two of us, and when we parted it was Tania who had asked me when we could go out again, and no payment was ever mentioned.

I wondered whether I was on the brink of jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire?

Tania was only too pleased to help me, and within a couple of days I knew that the four of them, Wendy and her three lovers met on Tuesday evenings at the Paramour hotel the other side of town.

Well at least her lovers weren't skinflints, as that hotel was the most expensive for miles. Though the cost of hiring Tania should have already told me that.

Not only that, but I even had the room number they always used, and that it was a corner room on the second floor alongside the fire escape. Perhaps they expected me to break in and confront them and left them an escape route. Well that wasn't going to happen, but it didn't mean they weren't in for a surprise, and I could hardly wait for the next Tuesday to come along.

I wouldn't need Tania that night for what I had planned, so I simply told Wendy that I would be out of town that night on business.

"What will you do sweetheart while I'm away?" I asked her innocently.

"Oh I'll probably stay at home," she replied. "Or I might go out to the pictures with one of the girls from work."

Oh Yer!

I bet!

The look in the bitch's eye told me otherwise.

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Eight-thirty on the dot and I was in the lobby of the Paramour hotel, newspaper in hand in case I needed to hide myself. I was on my second beer by the time I spotted Wendy sauntering down towards the grand winding staircase, sporting high heels, a fashionably short tight skirt, expensive looking blouse and as far as I could make out very little else.

Very classy indeed!

I have to say that she did look good, and a lump formed in my throat at the thought of how she was cheating on me.

Of how she had been deceiving me for I knew not how long.

If all went to plan that night, then it was unlikely that we'd ever share a bed again, and for just a moment I regretted that we hadn't made love together much in the last few weeks.

Oh well!

"Wendy," I heard someone call and she turned round and smiled radiantly at some guy I'd never seen before. I guessed that this had to be either Mike or Terry.

"Hi Terry," Wendy called back to him, confirming my thoughts. "Aren't Mike and James with you?"

"They're already up there," he informed her, lowering his voice as he approached her. Then he took her in his arms and pulled her close. Wendy responded and wrapped her arms round his neck, pulling his lips down to hers, and honouring him with a long smouldering kiss.

Only sex eh?

If that was only sex, then I'd like to see what affection was all about.

If there had been anything left in my heart, then it would have snapped.

He broke off the embrace, circled her slender waist with his arm and led her off up the staircase, his hand casually sliding down to cup her lovely round bottom.

My eyes were far from the only ones that followed them as she went with him, giggling girlishly at something he said.

I would think most of the men looking on couldn't help but feel a tingle of jealousy knowing full well what they were off to do.

I just felt an emptiness in the pit of my stomach.

The cow! The bitch! My cheating bloody wife!

There were however other eyes that I hoped were looking on at the affectionate embrace, though as much as I glanced around I couldn't detect who they might be.

Another ten minutes or so and they gave the game away, even if I was the only one who noticed. Three men, all a bit on the large size, detached themselves from where they had been sitting and approached the reception. They were joined there by a woman who came from the other direction and if anything seemed to be in charge.

I peered intently over the top of my newspaper and watched as the woman showed the pretty girl behind the desk something she withdrew from her jacket, causing the girl to look startled. A few words from the woman and the pretty young thing disappeared through a doorway behind the counter, only to return almost immediately with an older quite distinguished looking chap.

The Manager perhaps? That or his number two maybe.

A few more words and the Manager quite clearly handed over a key, and nodded to the woman.

To me this was all played out very clearly in front of me, though I seriously doubt if anybody else in the Hotel so much as noticed what game was being played out.

Only when two uniformed police offices appeared from outside and stationed themselves at the entrance did a few people start to look up, and then their interest didn't last that long. Little did they know how much their interest was about to take a leap. For that matter even I never imagined quite how much it would leap.

The four plain clothed police officers casually made their way to the grand staircase, trying not to attract too much attention.

They easily bounded up the steps and disappeared from view.

I sat there with bated breath wondering quite how this would pan out, and pondering whether I'd maybe gone too far and could end up in trouble myself.

Then ---- Silence.

Then ----- A commotion!

The police had been given a tip off about a drugs party that regularly took place at the hotel, and that prostitution was also involved. The police had been particularly interested when the names of two of the participants were mentioned, one of them in particular being no great friend of theirs.

Quite who actually phoned the police I honestly and truly don't know, though I have to confess to knowing in advance what was said.

Handy being a solicitor and having connections in such low places!

I relished the thought of watching as my cheating wife was bought through the hotel, hopefully handcuffed and under arrest. Though I realised I would be lucky to actually get that wish, and that any charges would be unlikely to be up held, it was her humiliation that I sought as my revenge.

I really wanted to confront her with her cheating infidelity.

It didn't happen that way of course.

It never does.

But what did happen was bloody marvellous and beyond all my wildest dreams!

Unknown to me, or Tania for that matter, the group of them rented not just one room but two. Whether that was to give some of them another room to rest in between sessions, or to prevent the noise of their fuckfest from disturbing other guests I didn't know, though intimately knowing how noisy Wendy could be when aroused, then I would plump for the latter.

When the police entered the room surprising the four miscreants, then apparently two of them panicked. One of the men was quickly bought down, but Wendy bless her little white cotton socks, managed to slip out into the other room before they could catch her. From there she shot out into the corridor and out of the fire escape to get away. It was only when she was half way across the car park and felt the sharp stones under her bare feet that it must have dawned on her that she was still completely naked.

What a laugh!

Everyone in the reception area watched in astonishment as this beautiful naked young blonde streaked past the large windows, her breasts flopping about all over the place. The two uniformed police automatically took chase, but Wendy shuddered to a halt as she realised her predicament.

I couldn't help but smile as I stood there watching as my cheating wife was marched back into the hotel, her hands handcuffed behind her, her captors making no effort to help cover up her modesty.

She hung her head down in shame and embarrassment, unable to cover up her naked body, flinching visibly at the flashes as various members of the public took the opportunity to photograph the incredible almost unbelievable scene.

Thank you to whoever it was that invented the camera on the mobile phone.

Wendy staggered right by me, not more than ten feet from me, so upset that she was totally unaware of my presence, as she cried her heart out.

As they urged her forcibly back up the staircase, Wendy's rather delicious bare bottom was I supposed, to be the last part of her anatomy that I was likely to see uncovered.

It was time for me to disappear.

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect it to work out so well.

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THE UPSHOT

Of course Wendy never got charged with anything, though Terry was found to have a small quantity of proscribed substances on him, and eventually was given a suspended sentence. He didn't go to prison, but since he was a candidate to be the local Member of Parliament, it certainly ended his plans for the future and his career. I suspect it may also have ended his marriage.

James's wife sued for divorce and took him to the cleaners. It appears that he was the junior one in the set up, bought in by the other two to do the dirty work of conning me face to face. No more to be said.

But Mike!

Well it turned out that Mike was probably the ringleader. It turned out in fact that he and Wendy had likely been having an affair for some months previously. It was he who had introduced his two pals to Wendy and he who had the idea of tricking me into sharing my wife with them.

So how did he get on then you're probably wondering.

Well Mike, that is Circuit Judge, Michael St. John Milesworth, came off rather badly as it happened.

The press made a meal of it to say the least. Several of the people at the hotel who were taking photos must have contacted the newspapers, and though I hadn't stopped to see it, there were photos of him being led complaining from the hotel, his hands cuffed behind him, and they appeared on the front page of just about every rag in the country.

The fact that my lovely wife was assisting a Silk from her chambers in a court case at that very time, and that it was Milesworth who was presiding, helped to push the boat out somewhat, and the story ran for days and days.

Questions were asked 'in the house', and the prime minister himself became involved in the scandal, demanding the resignation of the eminent Judge on a television show a few days later.

He was finished, and though he hadn't maybe actually broken any laws as such, Mike would never be able to work in the legal profession again.

I'm not sure what happened to him, but he just seemed to drop out of sight.

Poor sod!

I think not.

So that was about it really!

Oh no --- I forgot about my wonderful wife didn't I.

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"HI sweetheart," I greeted her on the phone when I rang her the day after the 'incident'.

"Hello Derek," answered Wendy, sounding rather depressed, though I pretended not to notice. "Where are you?"

"I'm still over in Paris sweetheart," I lied, since I was sitting in a pub not five miles from our home. "Sorry but I'll be stuck here for a couple of more days."

"Can't you come straight home honey?" She pleaded, but I told her it was impossible. That she'd have to wait a little longer.

"Have you read the newspapers honey?" She asked, her voice distinctly wavering.

"Haven't seen any English newspapers for sale where I am," I lied again. "Why?"

"Oh nothing honey," Wendy went on. "What about the TV?"

"No Wendy," I continued to tease her. "Been far to busy. Why has something interesting happened at home?"