This story has very little in the way of graphic sex. If that's what you are looking for then look elsewhere. I am deeply indebted to Pandybear311 for her editing which has undoubtedly made it a better read. I hope you enjoy my story and feel free to comment.
It was a fine July morning when I skipped down the steps into the quad. The manicured grass stood out green against the stone buildings and surrounding gravel paths. As a member of the staff, I was privileged to walk upon that hallowed turf. The sun was already warm and a blackbird sang his heart out as I breathed in the fresh morning air.
Most of the pupils had gone home for the summer and I had just locked up my lab. I had eight weeks to spend in this idyllic part of rural England. Still it felt to me as if I had simply exchanged one prison for another. True, I could come and go as I pleased. People, especially the parents, treated me with respect and I could even carry on an affair with Wendy, the school Matron.
However, I'd never be able to go back to my home town, and I couldn't marry Wendy. I was going to grow into a lonely old man with no more to look forward to than that blackbird. Strange, it didn't seem to bother him the way it bothered me. I was still feeling sorry for myself when a voice came from behind me.
"Well, if you've got to hide, I can think of worse places to do it."
I turned to see a young man leaning against the wall beside the arch I had just walked under. He smiled as he spoke. He looked quite pleased with himself. I'd soon put a stop to that.
"Are you talking to me? I'm not hiding from anyone."
"Come off it, Dad. To just disappear as effectively as you did, and for it to take more than two years to find you, you had to be hiding."
"I haven't a clue what you are talking about. Now unless you are a parent or an employee here, you are trespassing. I suggest you leave and don't come back."
I took up my privilege to walk across the grass and made for the arch in the opposite wall. As I walked away I heard him calling after me.
"I'm not going until you talk to me, Dad. We have things to discuss."
"Leave me alone. I have no children. Just go away." I strode quickly through the cloisters towards my flat. I could hear him behind me, his footsteps ringing out on the flagstones. I pulled out my key and let myself in closing the door behind me. He hammered on the door several times before shouting through the letterbox.
"You'll have to come out sometime. I'm not going anywhere. I just want to talk to you."
I was trembling as I started to make myself some coffee. It had been five years or more since I'd felt this way. I sat down at my kitchen table and tried to regain my self-control. I heard voices outside and then a key in the door. I turned and was relieved to see Wendy Turnbull come in closing the door behind her. I breathed a sigh of relief. She had a puzzled look on her face as she spoke.
"Derek, there is a young man sitting outside your door. He claims to be your son. Is there something you haven't told me?"
"He's not my son. He is mistaken. I have no children. I told you that."
"Yes, Derek. I know you did and I believe you, but why does that young man believe he is your son? Why are you so shaken by his presence?"
I looked into Wendy's beautiful blue eyes. She was the one ray of light in a dark five years. She was the matron at Clifton Manor College and looked after the physical and emotional well-being of the boys. Many is the homesick 11-year old who has found himself sobbing into her ample bosom as he cried for his mummy.
The older boys would give their right arms for a similar cuddle. Even in her nurses uniform she looked lovely to me. Over the last two years we had struck up a relationship and had got to the stage where we each had a key for the other's flat. In fact, the only thing stopping us from sharing a flat was the talk amongst the boys and the effect it might have on the school if the parents found out.
I sat down with my head in my hands. "I'm sorry, Wendy. There are things about me you don't know and that young man is a reminder of a time I'd rather forget. Nevertheless, he is not my son. He may think he is, but he is wrong."
"So tell me, Derek, why would he think he is your son?"
"Because I'm married to his mother."
Wendy sat down, a shocked look on her face. "Well, that certainly explains a few things."
"You mean like why I haven't asked you to marry me? Yes, that's the reason I can't marry you or anyone else because I'm still married to her."
"So divorce her. I can wait."
"I can't divorce her without revealing my whereabouts, though that might be academic now."
"Now I'm really worried, Derek. Have you done something bad? Is that why you don't want to be found?"
"I've done nothing that I haven't paid for but if they find me now, they will put me back in prison."
Wendy reached out and took my hands down from my face holding them in her hands.
"Okay, Derek Callahan, first you are going to tell me the whole story. Then we are going to get that young man in here and find out what he wants."
It all started a little over five years ago, or at least that's when I realised what was happening. Dirty Harry, they used to call me. I thought it was just because I shared a surname with the lead character in the movie. I soon found out there was another reason. Just like Harry, I always seemed to get all the shit jobs. It wasn't always so.
I had worked at Braunceston College for ten years and always did my fair share of evening and weekend classes but no more than anyone else. However, shortly after John Preston was appointed vice-principal, things began to change. At first I thought my job was under threat because I went from always exceeding my teaching hours to having to offer myself to other departments just to get close to my minimum.
The thing about being below minimum hours was you couldn't refuse any course you were offered. I soon found myself working to 9 pm four nights a week, not to mention the weekend courses I had to do. My wife, Jessica, was faculty secretary and when John Preston was promoted, he took her with him so she worked normal office hours.
We were becoming like ships that pass in the night. My sex life was in the toilet. I got home at 9:30 pm and needed at least an hour to wind down before going to bed. Jessica turned in at ten and would almost always be asleep when I went to bed. I told Jess I would quit the college rather than continue to destroy our marriage but she urged me to be patient and things would work out.
Halfway through my second year of such treatment, I finally reached the end of my tether. My subject area was electronics but I had to deliver mathematics and physics because, I was told, no demand existed for electronics. I was somewhat surprised when a colleague who ran the general engineering course approached me.
"Derek, I've got a little problem. I've got to deliver an electronics unit and I haven't got a clue about the subject. I'm a mechanical man. Give me friction, drag factors and equilibrium and I'm the man but this stuff, you can't see it and can't feel it. How do I teach that? I've got a few books on the subject but I need some advice on how to deliver it and what practical work to give them."
"Hang on, John. Are you under hours or something?"
"Good god, no. I'm into overtime for this."
"That doesn't make sense. I'm under hours and I'm available. I'll do it for you."
George Johnson, my head of department, looked up with a surprised look on his face as I strode into his office.
"Good morning, George. I've come to save you some money"
"I'm always up for that, Derek. What do we have to do?"
"John wants someone to deliver the electronics unit in his course. He is over hours. You'll have to pay him overtime. If I do it, you don't have to pay overtime and I'll be up to minimum hours and won't have to keep accepting weekend work."
"Sorry Harry, oops Derek, no can do."
"But why not? It doesn't make sense and the students will do better if I teach them. John admits he doesn't have a clue."
"I'm sorry, Derek, but just like you I have to do as I'm told."
"You mean that somebody has instructed you to keep me under hours?"
"I can't say any more, Derek."
Full of anger I stormed into the head of faculty's office. I put the same deal to him and got the same sort of response. It seemed I had enemies in high places. I moved up the chain of command. Sooner or later I must get to someone who couldn't pass the buck upwards. Jessica was somewhat surprised when I strode through the office and arrived at her boss' door.
"You can't just go in, Derek. You have no appointment. He's busy."
I walked in and found John Preston, our vice-principal, sat at his desk talking into the telephone. He motioned me to sit down. I sat fuming while he finished his call. Eventually he put down the phone, shuffled a few papers, then turned to me and smiled.
"Now, Derek, what's got you so hot under the collar that you burst in here interrupting my phone call?"
"I'm trying to find out who is deliberately keeping me below minimum hours even when it costs the college money to do so. So far everything points to you unless you are going to tell me that you are only following orders so that I have to go and talk to the principal?"
"I've no idea what you are talking about, Derek. Why don't you explain it to me?"
John Preston was a tall, slim man with grey hair and piercing blue eyes. I looked into those eyes as I told him the story hoping something would tell me that I'd got the right man. Not a flicker showed as he told me he was most concerned that the college was spending money it didn't have. When I'd finished, he got up walked around and opened the door. He looked straight at me.
"Well, Derek, thank you for bringing this to my attention. You can rest assured that I will get to the bottom of it as soon as I get back from the Association of Colleges conference."
"When will that be then, John?"
"Well, I leave tomorrow and I will be in Brighton for the next three days, so it will be Monday."
"So you'll be down in Brighton for three days. That's near Ditchling, isn't it?"
"Well, I would say that Ditchling was near Brighton but yes it is nearby. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, nothing really. It's just that my son lives in Ditchling."
Suddenly everything became clear. Jessica was taking the time off to visit our son in Ditchling, just a short car ride from the place her boss was staying for the next three days. It seemed absurd but it was certainly an explanation. He made sure I had to work unsocial hours so I wouldn't be home to question where my wife was.
"Are you alright, Derek?" Jessica asked as I walked out the office.
I obviously looked as stunned as I felt. I tried to pull myself together.
"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine, just got something on my mind."
"Is it something I can help with?"
"No, it's work related. Nothing for you to worry about."
That night I got home to find Jessica packing for her few days away. When I walked into the bedroom, she quickly closed her suitcase. Any other day I wouldn't have thought much of it but today, it had a new significance. It did puzzle me why she needed to take so many clothes for three days with our son and his wife. I did make a comment about the weight of the case as I lifted it off the bed.
Next morning I offered to drive Jessica to the station.
"Oh, there's no need for that, Derek. I can get a cab."
"Oh, I insist. Why pay for a taxi when I have the time and a car to drive you? What sort of husband would I be if I didn't make the most of every minute I can spend with my wife?"
"Well, okay then, but you won't be able to go onto the platform." She walked into the other room taking her phone with her.
We shared an uneventful trip to the station. Jessica told me how excited she was about visiting James and Emma.
"It's a great shame you couldn't get time off and come with me, Derek"
There was hardly a tremor in her voice. I had to admit she was good.
"These last two years we never seem to get time off together. Still all that will change soon."
"What makes you say that? What have you done?" I thought I detected real anxiety.
"Oh, nothing but John's promised to look into it when he gets back from Brighton. Hey, it's just occurred to me, you'll probably be travelling on the same train."
"I don't think so, Derek. Anyway he'll probably be in first class." She started to sound nervous.
At the station I carried her case to the barrier.
"I'll call you when I get home from work at night."
"No, don't, Derek. We may go out in the evening. I'll call you." She kissed me goodbye and told me she loved me.I left to go to work. It was going to be a busy few days.
I had no problem wiring the bedroom. Just a single web cam was all I needed. Drilling the small hole through to the spare room to accommodate the cable was the biggest part of the job. I used that room as my study so it was a piece of cake to connect the camera to my Linux box and schedule it to record every evening's activity. John Preston's office was a different matter. For a start I had to gain access and I didn't have a key.
As in most colleges, the cleaners come in early in the morning. So 6.30am saw me arriving for work. I made my way to the management offices as the cleaner finished work. She was about to lock the door as I called out to her.
"Don't bother to lock the door. I'm here now."
"Oh, are you Mr Preston? I'm pleased to meet you."
It really was that easy. In order to automatically install updates, it was college policy to leave computers running all night. That meant I didn't even have to find a host for the camera. I used a wireless unit and his own desktop to host it. Using a spare account from a student who had recently left, I hacked into the college servers. Soon I had a direct stream to my desktop which I could activate remotely. From then on, it was simply a matter of waiting for their return.
On Friday morning I rang my son at home. There was no answer. I called his work number.
"Hello, James Callahan."
"Hello, James. How are you?"
"Oh, hello, Dad. I'm fine. How about you?"
"I'm grand as usual, missing your mother, of course. I expected her to answer when I called the house. Come to think of it, why aren't you there? Surely you could get a few days off for your mother's visit."
He sounded embarrassed and didn't really want to talk to me. "Oh, I did take Wednesday and Thursday off but I had to come in this morning. My boss is delivering a sales pitch on Monday and I've got to make sure he has everything at his fingertips."
"Yes, I suppose you do. So where's Emma? Did she have to work as well?"
"Er, no. She's probably gone shopping in Brighton with mum."
"Ah yes, Brighton. I might have known she'd end up there."
"Look, Dad, I've really got to get this work done. Why don't you call mum on her mobile?"
"Yeah, maybe I will. Well, I'd better not stop you working, James. Look after yourself."
"You too, Dad. Bye."
So that was that. He knew and was prepared to give her an alibi. I was sad to think that I'd probably never see or talk to him again.
Wendy squeezed my hands. "So you disowned him. I suppose I can understand that, if he knew what she was doing and kept it from you. I don't think it's right but I can understand."
I was starting to get very tense and Wendy could see it. I sat there and she held me to her chest. I was certainly glad to have her with me. Looking down at those gorgeous breasts was some compensation for my world falling apart again. It took a few minutes for me to recover my composure.
"So you collected the evidence and got a divorce. They don't put you in prison for that, do they?"
"No, Wendy, they don't and if that's all I'd done, I would have been okay. I'm afraid I went further than that. You probably won't like me much when you find out."
"I think I'll be the judge of that, Derek. Now why don't you tell me the rest of the story before we call him in to see what he wants."
When Jessica came home on Sunday, I did my best to act normally. To be honest, it wasn't difficult. We hardly ever had sex because she was always too tired. During the week we hardly saw each other anyway. On Tuesday evening I checked the live stream from John Preston's office. Sure enough as soon as most people had left, Jessica joined him. They started hugging and kissing and his hands were on her arse by the time I went to teach my class.
During break I checked again just in time to see Jessica bent over his desk with no skirt or panties being fucked from behind. By the end of classes, they had gone and the office was dark. The following day, they left on time so there was nothing to check. However, my bedroom camera picked up significant action. It also raised questions. Why did Jessica never tell me she liked to be fucked while tied to the bed? God knows I would have done that for her. I would have been a lot more adventurous than John Preston. Hell, he didn't even use a blindfold.
Thursday they were at it in the office again. No wonder I didn't getting any sex. Even if she'd been awake, she would have been worn out. I'm ashamed to say, I let it go on another two weeks to see if there was a pattern. I didn't just want a divorce. I wanted to hurt them the way they had hurt me.
I was running on autopilot. The only thing that kept me going to work every day was my anger. People at work commented on how snappy I'd become. Students asked what had happened to my famous sense of humour. The lovers, of course, noticed nothing. By the end of the second week, I knew what I was going to do. I knew next Thursday evening would be an office fucking session so I put a plan into action.
No one was surprised to see Dirty Harry working at the weekend so no questions were asked when I turned up. I used a library computer and another redundant account to set up a website with the name of officeantics dot com. It had video streaming facilities and I set up links to various porn sites to make it look authentic. Then I produced the posters for the notice boards around college.
www.officeantics.com goes live 6pm on Thursday Don't miss it.
This week for limited time only this site goes LIVE
and yes we do mean LIVE. Be among the first to witness this amazing content.
As the notices were taken down, I replaced them. I'd even managed to get them up on library and church noticeboards around the town. Come Thursday I was ready. At five thirty I added the finishing touch to the website and dubbed over the top of the video display. It read "Tonight's content comes to LIVE from Braunceston College."
At 5:55 pm I checked the live stream. Preston had started unbuttoning Jessica's blouse. I went off to my lesson which was conveniently a computer class. After the first five minutes, it was clear we would get no work done. First the whispers started. Then as they got more excited, the level rose so that I could hear every word.
"It's coming from this college."
"Hey! I recognise him. He's the Vice Principal. He teaches one of my maths classes"
"Who is the old slapper he's fucking?"
"Dunno but she's got a great pair of tits on her"
"I know her. She's his secretary."
"Look, she's giving him a blowjob."
"I'm emailing my mates. They can't miss this."
Up to that point I had been somewhat ambivalent to the responses. On one hand I was happy to expose the pair of them for the liars they were. On the other he was fucking my wife. The woman I loved for more than twenty years. It was that love that made me forgive her so much in the past but not this time. My lesson had already fallen apart but then came the comment that pushed me over the top.