Now It's My Turn Ch. 01

Monday morning I couldn't face work. I rang in telling them that I wasn't feeling well and needed a few days off. No problem there as I seldom took time off. Thinking about it, I couldn't remember the last time I hadn't turned up for work.

I rang Megan mid morning and got the answering machine. Same thing happened every time I rang, all day Monday and Tuesday. Leaving messages as to where she could reach me had no effect either. By Wednesday I was ready to go to the house, fearing she had done something drastic. More blame and a bigger guilt trip.

What would I do if I lost her? Could I live with myself? At one point I considered suicide as a possible option. Despite my depression and low self esteem I still held onto the hope that I could win her back. I would do anything to win her back, regain her trust and love.

On Wednesday morning, the phone in the room rang and I picked it up hoping it would be her.

Megan's voice was cool but not as angry as I thought it might be, "I have made some decisions and we need to talk. Come round the house this afternoon."

"Yeah, sure. Are you and the kids OK?"

"Yes we're fine. See you this afternoon," then a click as she hung up.

What had she decided? Divorce seemed the only possible option, and to be truthful, I couldn't blame her.

My imagination worked overtime, throwing up all the worst possible scenarios that might happen. By the time I arrived at the house I looked and felt like shit.

Megan ushered me into the lounge and began the conversation.

"I'm not going to divorce you, although I did consider it. For the kid's sake and for the 8 years we have had, I want to work it out if possible. But this is your one and only chance and it won't be easy."

With a weight lifted off my heart I answered the only way I could.

"I love you. I will do anything to make it right between us."

"Easy to say, but when you hear what my terms are, perhaps you may not still think the same way," Megan replied. Again she glared at me with the same strange look she had used the night Sylvia had propositioned me in front of her.

"I don't care what it is, I will do it if you will only forgive what I have done to you... to us."

Megan was silent for a few moments. I could see her fidgeting in her chair, not looking at me but instead concentrating her gaze on the carpet in front of her. She began to speak.

"To begin, you can move back into the house tomorrow but you will sleep in the spare room until I say that you can come back into our room. I want to forgive you but the only way I can do that is to get my revenge. To do that, I am going to have an affair."

Her words hit me like a semi-trailer, knocking the air out of my lungs. As I tried to speak, she continued.

"I haven't decided who or how yet but when I do I don't expect you to interfere. You must accept it if you want us to go on, otherwise we can end it here.

"I will let you know when the time is right and when I decide it is over. I don't know how long it will last. Do you agree?"

All I could do was sit and nod my head. I sat riveted in the chair, a lead weight on my chest made it hard to breathe and an icy hand tore at my heart. I didn't trust myself to talk as my eyes began to cloud with a full understanding of what I had done and what I must now endure to keep this woman I loved so deeply.

Megan looked at me. For a moment I thought I saw some compassion in her eyes. Perhaps I was only seeing what I hoped for rather than what was really there.

"Well, do you agree or not?" this time there wasn't the same confident tone, maybe even a little fear around the edge.

"Yes I agree," I managed to croak.

I felt like I wanted to throw up. Unable to take any more, I got up and left. Before returning to the motel room, I headed for the bar and picked up a bottle of 12-year-old single malt scotch. If I was to get through this I needed all the courage I could muster, even if it was only Dutch courage

When I got to my room, there was a message slipped under the door saying that my wife had rung and could I please ring her back.

Dumping the booze on the bed I rang our house. Desperately hoping, wanting to hear she had changed her mind, that she couldn't go through with it. On the third ring Megan answered and again I thought she seemed to have softness in her voice.

"Are you OK? You ran out of here so quick I didn't know what to think. I was worried that you may have done something stupid."

"No. I'm OK. I did think that I'd be better off dead, but I guess that I'm not man enough for that either. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. See you tomorrow."

"Remember that I love you, but you have brought this on yourself," Megan whispered as she hung up.

I stared at the silent receiver, tears streaming down my face knowing the feeling of utter helplessness for the first time in my life.

I moved back home and for the next few days things were strained, but at least there wasn't any shouting. The kids didn't know what was going on, they behaved normally and for their sake we did too.

I returned to work on the following Monday, but had difficulty concentrating and my work suffered. Dave noticed and kept asking if I was ok. Not wanting to admit what I had done, I told him that it was just a result of the illness I had suffered last week. He seemed to accept that but kept an eye on me just the same.

On the Thursday, after the kids were in bed, Megan called me into the kitchen to tell me the bad news.

"Every thing is set for Saturday evening; I have asked my parents to look after the kids," Megan mumbled unable to look me in the eye.

"Steve will be here at 6 pm and we will need some privacy, so you can stay in your room or go out."

"Steve? Not Steve Adams from the club? Surely not him."

My appeal sounded pathetic even to me. Steve Adams was the biggest pussyhound around. His screwing around was legendary, the male equivalent of Sylvia.

"You agreed you would accept my choice and now you have no say," Megan slammed my objections down before they had a chance to have any effect. With that she rose and went to her room.

Friday at work I was so wrapped up in my self pity that I was useless, totally unable to do the simplest task. At 11 am I told Dave that I was taking an early lunch as I had a few errands to run and headed for the mall. Perhaps a bit of fresh air would help.

Entering the mall I decided I needed a coffee and the best coffee round here was at Clyde's Coffee Shop. Everyone went there so that's where I headed. Looking in the window before entering, I was surprised to see Sylvia sitting at one of the tables. She was the last person that I needed to see. Turning to leave, I noticed Megan approaching Sylvia's table. Thinking things might get ugly real soon, I decided to hang around outside in case I had to separate them. To my surprise, Megan greeted Sylvia with a peck on the cheek and sat down with her. They chatted and giggled for half an hour then got up and left.

Not sure what to make of this, I went back to work. On reflection, it looked like they had made up, putting all the blame onto me no doubt. Not very fair but I was in no position to complain. Megan had made that perfectly clear. Seeing them together again reminded me of old times and raised a ray of hope in my heart. If they could make up then maybe there was a chance for Megan and me.

Saturday came way too soon and I got the job of ferrying the kids to their grandparents while Megan prepared herself for Steve. She fussed around doing her nails and hair, picking out outfits then swapping for something else. As 6 pm approached, I couldn't bear it so I went to my room and tried to read.

As I rose to go Megan reminded me, "Remember you brought this on yourself."

I heard Steve arrive a few moments later, and muffled talking interspersed with laughter. Half an hour seemed like a year before I heard them come upstairs and the master bedroom door creaked open then closed again. Now I know what it is like to wait for the other shoe to drop.

My heart was pounding and my head thumped as I imagined what they were doing in there. I didn't have to wait long before I heard Steve's groan telling Megan to suck it all the way down.

"Yes that's right, just there. God you are some cock sucker."

A few more minutes of torture then Steve's voice came clearly down the corridor.

"That poor sucker of a husband sure doesn't know what he is missing, or maybe he does. What a wimp letting someone else fuck his wife and in his own bed."

I waited to hear Megan defend me but it never came.

Instead I heard Steve's raucous voice saying, "That's what you need me to do right now. Fuck you till you can't stand up. Tell me what you want from a real man."

"God I want that big cock inside me now. I can't wait any longer. I've looked forward to this for so long. Fuck me now hard and fast," Megan's voice slammed into my gut like a punch from a prize fighter.

Not able to take it any longer I got up and left, driving around aimlessly for an hour until I ended up in front of Dave and Betty's house.

I was an emotional wreck and desperate for some support. Taking the risk they wouldn't just toss me out, I knocked on the door. Betty opened it and taking one look at me, grabbed my arm and dragged me into the lounge where Dave was sitting.

Unable to hold back any longer I let the dam burst and broke down.

After a few minutes I regained a little of my composure, apologizing to both of them, I rose to leave.

Dave pushed me back into the seat and said, "You're not going anywhere until we get to the bottom of this. Now sit down and I'll get you a drink."

With a double scotch burning its way into my belly, I felt a little better and decided that if I was to unburden myself to anyone then it may as well be Dave and Betty. I had known Dave for 15 years and he had always been a good friend to me.

Slowly I explained the whole sordid mess to them, ending with what I had driven Megan to do tonight.

Both listened in silence and once I was finished, the silence seemed louder than anything I had heard.

I noticed Dave give Betty a look that seemed to say, "What do we do now?"

"Jack, I don't know how what you described to us is possible. For starters, the night of the party you were so out of it that you weren't capable of having sex with anyone."

Betty broke in with, "You were so far gone that it took both Sylvia and Megan to carry you to the car to get you home."

My head began to spin, what they were saying didn't make any sense. Megan had already left, she couldn't have put me in the car.

"Are you sure it was Megan and Sylvia?" I asked.

"Positive," Dave replied. "I even held the door open for them as they took you out."

"Jack, I think you have been set up," Betty added. "Earlier in the night I had gone outside for a break and was sitting under the top deck having a cigarette. Sylvia and Megan came out onto the deck above me and I heard them talking."

Looking at Dave for support Betty continued, "Sylvia told Megan that he wasn't going for it even drunk. Megan said it looks like plan B then. I thought that they were setting someone up, probably one of Sylvia's guys. I had no idea it was you."

As I allowed it to sink in, things that I had seen and wondered about all began to make sense.

Megan had tried to get me to be unfaithful, with Sylvia coming on to me over several weeks. When I didn't go for it, they decided they would get me drunk and she could seduce me. That was why they kept up the steady supply of fresh drinks that night. Even then I hadn't succumbed so they made me think I had been screwing around. Megan knew that guilt would make me do what she wanted, no matter how much I hated the idea. But why, what was she getting out of it? Stupid question. She was getting it right now at home with Steve in our bed.

Continuing to work things out, my first instinct was to go home and confront them with the truth. I was so angry that I knew I stood a good chance of injuring both of them. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of having me in jail while they continued to have a fuck fest.

My earlier bout of self pity had given way to a white-hot anger, and now to a controlled rage. I wanted revenge. Dave and I set about putting a plan into shape. Swearing both Dave and Betty to secrecy, at least for the time being, we started to go through what we knew.

They must have slipped me some thing in that last drink, probably some of the sleeping tablets that Sylvia had used after her divorce.

The case was already packed for me all nice and neat and waiting for me when I arrived home. I had only been 10 minutes away, not enough time to do it unless she had packed it the night before after she helped Sylvia put me into her bed.

Both women had taken me to Sylvia's flat and undressed me then put me into bed. Megan was always the neat one; she had folded my clothes and put them on the chair. If I was as drunk as they said there is no way that I could have done it and Sylvia wasn't likely to fold them in the heat of the moment.

When they met in the coffee shop they weren't making up, they were planning the next step in this fraud. Having a laugh at my expense, having successfully fooled me.

Megan had probably been listening to Sylvia's exploits with all her men. She had obviously started to wonder what it was like to have a strange cock and worked out this plan to find out.

Why not just have an affair on the side? Megan knew if I found out she would lose everything, including me. Not wanting to risk this, she knew that if I thought it was my fault then she would be free to have her fling with no chance of repercussions. Hence the constant reminders that I had brought it on myself.

Megan knew that I was a prideful man, and had gambled that I would be too ashamed to tell my friends what had happened.

Dave mentioned that Steve had been hinting around the club for a few weeks that he was about to get into the pants of one woman he had been after for months. He started this well before the party, so Steve was in on the whole thing. Well he would get his, as they all would.

I had little proof. If I approached them they would deny the whole thing, blaming me for trying to shift the blame away from myself. I needed proof big time and I knew a way to get it.

First I had to make sure they were not suspicious of me knowing their plan. Dave let me spend the night and I headed home on Sunday, ringing first to make sure Steve had gone.

Megan began yelling at me the moment I walked in, "Where the hell have you been? I've been out of my mind with worry. You've been with her again, haven't you?"

I told you she was smart, taking advantage of every opportunity. She knew I hadn't been with Sylvia as that is the first place she would have called.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I couldn't listen to you two going at it so I drove around then fell asleep in the car"

With that, she calmed down a bit and stormed off into the kitchen while I had a shower and changed clothes.

Things were a little cool for the next few days, but I was too busy setting my plan into motion to be worried about it.

On Wednesday night I bugged the house phone and hid her cell phone so that any calls she made had to be made where they could be recorded. I figured the $300 at the local electronics store well spent if things worked out as I planned.

Thursday morning I rang both Megan and Sylvia from work. I told them that I wanted to try to make it up to both of them. I explained that I felt bad about coming between them and that it was my fault that their friendship had been affected.

Playing the sorrowful cuckold to the hilt, I told them that I had made reservations for Friday night at Bernie's, a very up market restaurant on the other side of town. Bernie's was where I had taken Megan when I had proposed to her all those years ago.

I explained that I thought Megan would be busy with Steve again on Saturday, so Friday was the only other option. I even hinted I had a surprise for both of them that I knew they would like. Yeah, right.

After everyone was asleep that night I recovered the bugs from the phone and the voice activated recorder. Listening to the tape, I soon heard Sylvia's voice as she called Megan to find out what it was all about. As soon as I heard their conversation, I knew that I had the proof I needed and more.

Sylvia: "Megan what is he up to, do you think he suspects anything?"

Megan: "No, he is just upset about me and Steve and is trying to make it up to me so I will forgive him and not see Steve again."

Sylvia" "Are you going to see Steve again? How did it go? Was it as good as I told you?"

Megan: "I guess I'll see him again. Things were ok and the sex was great but I was upset when I found out Jack had left. I thought he had left me for good or maybe done something silly and hurt himself. I still love him and don't want to risk losing him. When he came home Sunday I almost told him it was over and I forgave him, but he seemed to have resigned himself to what was happening. I decided to try it a few more times then tell him that I have had my revenge and it is time to move on."

Sylvia: "Wasn't Steve the greatest? He sure knows how to please a woman and he has the equipment to do it with."

Megan: "Steve was fun and as I said the sex was great. As for his equipment, well it isn't any bigger than Jack's. I can't even say he is a better lover than Jack. I guess it was just different and the fact that what I'm doing is so wrong and exciting."

Sylvia: "Well we will see. I'm going to hold you to your promise to let me have some of what Jack has to offer. Tell him that you want to see what he found so attractive in me that he had to cheat. Say you want him to fuck me and you are going to watch."

Megan: "God, I don't know if I can watch him fuck you. I know that I owe him that much, but it will hurt me to watch him do it. Still, I did promise you, so I guess it is only fair that if I get what I want, so should you."

Sylvia: "We'll talk about it later. What are you going to wear to this dinner? ...."

The rest of the conversation was mostly about everyday things.

Friday was spent checking to make sure everything was in place, I didn't want any slip ups.

Arriving home early to get ready for the restaurant, I had a smile on my face for the first time in ages.

"What are you so happy about? You're not out of the woods yet. A fancy meal at a nice restaurant won't make up for what you have done," Megan shot at me as she headed upstairs for a shower.

I grabbed the kids and told Megan that I was taking them to my mums for the night so we would not have to hurry home.

Arriving back I had a quick shower and changed into my best suit, making an extra effort to look good.

As Megan came down the stairs, I looked at the woman I had loved to distraction, the mother of my children. I knew then this was probably the last time I would see her like this and a shadow passed over my heart. Pushing the pain to one side, I dangled the keys and said I would drive.

"I told Sylvia we would pick her up, but if it makes you uncomfortable I can order a taxi for her."

"No that's ok. As long as she sits in the back, I'll sit up front with you."

She was playing her part all the way.

In contrast to the drive to the party, this one was completed in total silence.

Arriving at the restaurant we were quickly escorted to our table. I made a big show of ordering drinks as if trying to impress them. The food waiter arrived soon after and we ordered our meals, splashing out on the best they had to offer. I even ordered a bottle of the best champagne to be brought to the table for a toast.

Passing the glasses of champagne around, I made my excuses saying I just wanted to check on the surprise packages. I sipped my wine before leaving and the sharpness mixed with the effervescence brought back fond memories of happier times.