Away from Home Final Part

I continued fucking Billy at least twice a week but I started to notice subtle changes. The first thing I noticed was that, when we met up with Billy on a saturday night, I no longer felt a sense of subdued animosity coming from Mike and, even though that made things a little easier, it irritated me. If I'm honest, and I'm trying to be, I got a little extra thrill from knowing that what I was doing was making Mike jealous or even slightly angry, it made me feel naughty, no wicked.

The next change was that Mike and Billy started greeting each other like they were old friends instead of just two guys that only knew each other because they were both fucking me. At first, I found that funny but, after a while, it started annoying me as we sat in a pub and they chattered away, usually about music, and I was more or less ignored.

I suppose that, in a way, that was my fault because I didn't really want to get to know Billy ( I was far more interested in what was in between is legs than what was in between his ears ). Of course, we did talk in bed, whilst catching our breath, but usually it was about how he loved my tits or what position we should try next, anything else just went in one ear and out the other.

Back at the house, they'd pick up their conversation where it had left off and I often found myself serving them drinks and snacks like a good little maid until I told them enough was enough and it was time for Billy to take me upstairs.

It all came to a head one evening when I went upstairs, stripped naked and sprawled out on top of the bed waiting for Billy to arrive and when, after nearly twenty minute, he still hadn't turned up, I put on my dressing gown and went downstairs. I could hear them laughing before I even reached the foot of the stairs and they were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't even notice me enter the room until I stood between them.

I was furious and I demanded to know what was going on. Neither of them answered but Billy leapt to his feet and followed me as I turned on my heel and headed out of the door. He scampered up the stairs behind me, apologising with every step but I just ignored him as I shrugged off my dressing gown and threw myself onto the bed. I snarled at Billy "Ok, fuck me, that's what you're here for" and I watched as he frantically tore off his clothes.

I was determined to remain angry with him but it's hard to stay mad with someone who has his mouth clamped over your cunt and is making you scream so I forgave him and allowed him to spend the rest of the night attempting to placate me with quite a lot of success and, after that confrontation, Billy never dawdled when I said it was time to go upstairs.

It was maybe a couple of weeks later when we returned home with Mike definitely a bit worse for wear and no sooner had I handed him a pint of beer than he was fast asleep. I quickly took the glass from his hand and gave him a gentle shake but he was totally out of it and even started to snore.

I felt that this was an opportunity too good to miss so I sat down close to Billy on the sofa with our hips pressed against each other's and, keeping one eye on Mike, I reached down and placed my hand on the bulge in Billy's jeans. I was pleased to find that he was already hard and his prick twitched beneath my palm so I carefully moulded the denim of his jeans to the shape of his cock and wrapped my hand around it as far as the material would allow.

I glanced back at Mike but he hadn't moved or reacted in any way so I began sliding my hand up and down Billy's shaft, swirling my fingertips at both ends on his balls and bobby's helmet. Billy heaved a sigh and reached over to open a couple of buttons on my blouse so that he could slip his hand inside, scoop my nearest breast out of its cup and pinch its stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

It was my turn to gasp and I briefly closed my eyes but quickly reopened them when I remembered that Mike was sitting not six feet away from us. Mike was still gently snoring and a slight gasp of disappointment escaped my lips as Billy's hand left my nipple but I gasped again in excitement as is hand found the opening in my wrap around skirt and he placed it on my stocking clad thigh just above my knee.

His fingers drew teasing circles on my thigh, slowly advancing inch by inch as my breath caught in my throat and, once again my eyes closed. He reached the bare flesh at the top of my stocking and his fingers traced the strap of my suspender until they reached the leg of my black satin knickers.

I was breathing hard as his fingertips roamed over the silky fabric of my knickers as if he was trying to gauge the size of them before his index finger swept along the length of my cunt causing me to jump and gasp out loud.

The sound of my cry startled me and my eyes flew open but Mike was just as I'd last seen him. Billy's fingers crept under the elastic of my knickers, burrowed through my pubic hair and three of his fingers slipped into my sopping wet cunt. I was so wet that I was making sloshing noises as his fingers darted in and out of my hole at a breakneck pace and I tried to stifle my moans as I frantically tugged at his belt and zip.

I glanced towards Mike once more as dragged Billy's hot, hard prick from his jeans and I was shaking with excitement because I was going to straddle Billy's dick and fuck him right in front of my husband.

Billy's fingers were working magic and I knew that I was about to cum so I gasped "No" and pushed his hand away as I manoeuvred his prick into a vertical position ready for me to pounce on it and impale myself on it when Mike suddenly grunted and jerked into an upright position.

I leapt to my feet and my skirt and blouse fell back into place as I hurried over to Mike and said "Come on, you need to go up to bed or you'll get a stiff neck" but I could tell by the vacant look in his eyes that he wasn't seeing or hearing me and, instead of getting to his feet, he laid his head on the arm of his chair and went straight back to sleep.

I was flushed and panting for breath but my excitement had fled and, even though Billy was still sitting there with his prick standing to attention, the urge to fuck him in front of Mike had vanished so I just nodded my head towards the door and we both went up to bed.

I knew that Mike still regularly lurked on the landing outside our bedroom door listening to me and Billy fucking and that thought only served to intensify the power of my orgasms and I knew that Mike regularly masturbated as he listened because I often discovered little puddles of spunk on the landing carpet or streaked down the bedroom door. Of course, I knew that he wanted to watch me fucking and I suppose that I took a maliscious pleasure in not letting him and I sometimes cried out louder than necessary when I knew that he was listening just to torment him.

I was used to Mike going up to bed before us and I often took advantage of that in order to fuck Billy all over the downstairs. On the living room carpet, on the sofa, in and across Mike's armchair and with me lying on top of the coffee table. We fucked with me sitting on or bent over the kitchen worktop and bent over the dining table or pressed up against any convenient wall before going upstairs to fuck the night away.

One day, Mike announced that he'd bought two tickets to see Richie Blackmore's Rainbow and I was quite excited until he told me that it was going to be almost a sixty mile round trip. That was also ok as long as he'd booked a hotel and we could go out for a nice meal after the gig but he told me that he'd already agreed to work overtime on the sunday after the gig. That did it for me and I said I wasn't going but, of course, I knew that, after sulking for a few days, I'd agree to go because it had been ages since I'd seen a live band and I was quite looking forward to it so I was amazed when, the next day, Mike announced that he'd invited Billy to go with him and even more amazed that Billy had accepted.

I could hardly say that I'd changed my mind and I silently fumed for a while but then decided 'what the hell'.

As the day drew closer, I came up with all kinds of ideas and most of them revolved around dressing myself up and going out for the evening either with friends or on my own but, once Mike had left, I decided to just enjoy a night on my own and I chuckled to myself as I remembered all those miserable nights on my own that had led me here. I watched some tv, drank a bottle of wine and went to bed early, falling asleep almost immediately.

I've no idea when Mike got home but I woke up to the feel of his hands stroking my bum but, when I turned to face him, I was surprised to see Billy smiling back at me. I asked where Mike was and he told me that he'd gone to bed in the spare room because he needed to be up early in the morning so I just grinned and asked "So? What are we going to do?"

I heard the front door closing at about seven in the morning as I knelt on my hands and knees and was steadily pushed up along the bed in little shoves and I thought 'I hope Mike got a good night's sleep and wasn't kept awake by all our fucking'.

One night, after Billy and I had fucked on the sofa and floor, we headed upstairs stark naked and, when I pushed open the bedroom door, I was stunned to see Mike lying there on his side, on his side of the bed pretending to be asleep. I snarled "Right, you, go and get in the spare room" but he remained where he was so I walked round to his side of the bed and gave him a vicious shaking. He didn't move so I returned to my side of the bed and, saying "Ok, if that's what you want", I threw myself onto my back beside him and deliberately jabbed him hard in the ribs with my elbow and, once again, he didn't react.

I looked to Billy who was standing there with an amused smirk on his face and I called out "Ok, you, fuck me" and I turned my attention back on Mike, staring into his eyes as Billy launched himself on top of me and slammed his prick home driving a deep gasp from me that Mike must have felt on his face.

Billy fucked me at a furious pace and Mike jostled and bumped against me with every thrust but Mike maintained his ridiculous pretence of bring asleep although I could clearly see his eyelashes flickering as he peered at me through slitted lids.

I was moaning and bouncing with every thrust and I struggled to keep my eyes open as I got closer and closer to orgasm because I wanted Mike to see the expression on my face when I came and for me to see his reaction.

I was on the very verge, raising my hips and gasping for air, when Billy suddenly pulled out and I gasped in disappointment at the sudden empty feeling and I thought I saw a fleeting little smile on Mike's face but that could well have been my imagination. I moaned with frustration but I needn't have worried because Billy immediately dove down between my legs and swept his tongue along the length of my cunt, quickly bringing me back to the brink. I was trembling and jerking my hips to meet his tongue and, despite all my efforts, I couldn't help closing my eyes and shaking my head from side to side but, then, Billy was gone again.

I almost screamed with frustration and I once again opened my eyes to look at Mike but he was still lying there unmoving but his cheeks seemed a little flushed. Billy slotted his prick back inside my drooling cunt and started easing it back and forth but that wasn't what I needed, if Mike insisted on watching me, I wanted him to see me getting fucked really hard. I moaned "Faster, fuck me harder" and Billy obediently rammed hard into me but he only lasted a dozen strokes or so before I was gasping with frustration again as he scooted back down the bed, clamping his mouth over my hole and noisily slurping up my juices.

I was so close that I cried out "quick, quick, put it in, I'm cumming, I'm cumming" and Billy plunged back into me and with just a few hard thrusts I was screaming and jerking and writhing all over the bed and, as I cried out, I made sure that my flailing right arm struck Mike right across his nose.

Billy only lasted a few more strokes and, as I felt him stiffen and spurt jet after jet of hot spunk deep inside me, I gasped "Oh, yes, that's it, cum in me, cum in me" purely for Mike's benefit.

I lay there basking in the afterglow of an incredible orgasm and, as I slowly got my breathing under control, I opened my eyes and returned my gaze to Mike's face and I couldn't believe that he was still pretending to be asleep. I moved my face close to his so that he'd be able to feel my heavy breathing and I whispered "Ok, you've seen what you wanted, now fuck off".

I didn't actually feel any animosity but I was really enjoying playing a bitch so, when Mike still didn't move, I placed my arms on his chest and my knees on his belly and shoved as hard as I could, catapulting Mike out of the bed. He crashed to the floor with a satisfying thud and then he slowly rose to his knees mumbling "Wh, what?" in the most pathetic display of ham acting I'd ever seen.

He continued his surprised, just woken up act but I just snarled "Fuck off to the spare room, I've got work to do".

He shambled out of the room, leaving the door wide open, no doubt so that he could come back to peek at the action but I didn't care about that as I ducked my head to suck Billy back to his full glory.

We fucked throughout the night in every position we could think of and, no doubt, often watched by Mike.

I was surprised by how much being watched by Mike had excited me and I secretly wanted it to happen again but Mike never repeated his ploy and I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I wanted him to watch me. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I was slightly embarrassed to admit it even to myself.

It played on my mind and, several weeks later, when we came home on saturday night, I handed a drink to Mike and Billy then announced that I was going up to bed and left them sitting there.

I was shaking almost uncontrollably as I stripped naked and got into bed, lying in the middle with the covers pulled up to my chin. I lay there wondering what they were talking about and when one of them would take the hint or if they were both too drunk or too stupid to catch on. It had been over half an hour and I'd just decided that they were both stupid when I heard a shuffling sound outside the bedroom door.

The door opened and Mike walked in stark naked and very erect followed by Billy equally naked and a wave of lust swept through me. I turned to face Billy as he slipped into the bed beside me whilst Mike walked around to the other side of the bed and got in behind me. He snuggled up behind me pressing his erect prick into the grove of my bum whilst his hand slipped over my hip and delved lower and I couldn't hold back a giggle when his hand reached its goal and found Billy's prick already firmly lodged in there.

Mike repositioned his hands on the cheeks of my bum, stroking and squeezing as Billy started to work his hips back and forth, sliding slowly in and out.

My breathing was ragged and my entire body was tingling as Billy's prick slid in and out like a well oiled machine and Mike's prick slid up and down the groove of my arse. Mike took hold of his prick and teased it around my puckered hole, causing my breath to catch as it poked against my opening.

I'd only ever had anal sex a couple of times and I quite enjoyed it but Mike had only ever fucked my arse once and declared that he definitely didn't like it saying that it was tight and uncomfortable and no rival for its juicier partner so I was really surprised and my heart almost stopped beating when the tip of his prick nudged into my tight hole.

Every muscle in my body was tense and every nerve was on fire but I was frozen, unable to move just tremble and whimper as all of my conscious thoughts were centred between my legs. Mike took hold of his shaft and dragged the head of his prick back and forth across the taut, smooth flesh of my taint, painting it with his precum as it moved from my anus to my cunt, bumping into Billy's solid shaft at one extreme before retreating to circle and push at my ring at the other.

I was struggling to remember to breathe as my hips automatically jerked back and forth trying to guide Mike's prick to my clenching sphincter but he just kept up his relentless teasing and I suddenly realised that Billy's prick had stopped moving inside me, perhaps because of the shock of having Mike's prick repeatedly bumping against his or because my jerky movements were enough stimulation for him.

Mike paused with his prick up against Billy's and pressed more firmly and I gasped out loud as I realised that he was trying to force his prick inside me alongside Billy's and I froze, telling myself that it would never fit before realising that two children had entered the world that way. All the same, it wouldn't fit as my stretched flesh yielded slightly to the pressure before springing back like elastic to deny him entry. He tried again and again with no success before using a finger to lead the way stretching me even wider and making space for his prick to follow and, suddenly, the head of his prick popped inside.

I gasped in surprise and held my breath as he pushed forward, easing into me an inch at a time until he was buried balls deep inside me alongside Billy.

I was shocked by the wail that escaped my lungs that sounded like distress but there was no distress just an unbelievable feeling of being stretched and full like never before.

Neither cock moved and, after what felt like an eternity, I cautiously eased myself back towards Mike being careful not to lose the incredibly fat cock buried inside me then I eased forward again against Billy.

Both men seemed to have stopped breathing as I worked myself back and forth gradually increasing my pace as my confidence grew. The sensations were unbelievable as Billy's prick ground against my clitoris and pressed against my g spot and Mike's bell end jabbed against my cervix and I groaned and groaned, louder and louder as I rocked back and forth on my giant prick.

I was dizzy and tingling all over and I wanted this incredible feelng to last forever as my movements grew recklessly frantic until I was in danger of losing my amazing cock and then I felt a surge of heat flooding me and I knew that one or both of my cocks had silently cum inside me. I wailed in ecstasy as my own orgasm crashed through me and I lay there, gasping for breath with two fat pricks buried deep inside me.

I felt the fat prick shrivel inside me and Mike's half slithered out of me painting a trail of spunk up the cleft of my bum as he cuddled up to me with Billy's rigid dick still deep inside.

None of us moved or even breathed for several minutes before Mike eased away from me, slipping out of bed and slowly made his way towards the door, walking like a man too exhausted to put one foot in front of the other and, even before he reached the bedroom door, Billy had flipped me onto my back and was pounding into me as I howled my approval.

We fucked throughout the night and I was completely shattered by the time that Billy finally declared that he had to leave to go to work. I heard him close the front door behind him and I laid back luxuriating in that totally contented, cosy afterglow of being well and truly fucked but, after half an hour or so, I started to wonder about Mike so I staggered out of bed in search of him.

He wasn't hard to find, lying on his back in the spare room and snoring quite loudly so I sat down beside him, shook his shoulder and asked "Are you awake?"

He didn't even open his eyes as he murmurred "I am now".

I got onto my knees beside him, swung my left leg across his body and knelt upright astride him with my knees tucked under his armpits, proudly displaying my used cunt and I felt like the dirtiest slut on earth as I asked "How does it look?"

He replied "It looks really red and wet and beautiful".

That wasn't what I wanted to hear so I asked "Does it look stretched and open?"

I've got to admit I was more than a little disappointed when he replied "No, it looks the same as ever, just very red and very wet".

I could feel the spunk inside me starting to leak out and I squeezed my inner muscles to help it on its way and Mike almost threw me off the bed as he pushed me to one side and rolled to the other out of the way.

I was disappointed but not surprised because, even after all the times that I'd fucked Billy, Mike had never once gone down on me after Billy had cum inside me no matter how I'd begged or pleaded, promised rewards or threatened dire consequences that he knew I would never carry out.

Mike tossed me onto my back and climbed between my legs and I moaned "No, not now, later, I'm too sore" but that just seemed to fire him up even more as he slammed hard into me and battered my raw hole and tender mound with no concern at all for my discomfort as he turned the spunk inside me into a frothy foam like beaten egg whites that coated our thighs and pubes. I moaned and gasped with every jolt of his body against my tender flesh but, fortunately, he didn't last long as he came with an animalistic roar and added more spunk to the mess already running out of me then, without a word, he left to clean up and I slipped into a blissful sleep.

I was unbelievably tender when I woke up and even putting on knickers was unbearable so I phoned in sick to work and spent the day walking like john wayne and very cautiously sitting down on very soft cushions.

I was in no state to do anything with the kids when Mike picked them up from his mum's so I stayed home trying to ease my stinging cunt with ice and any kind of cream that I could find whilst Mike took them out for the day.

That night, in bed, Mike asked me how it had felt to have two pricks in me at the same time and I replied that it had been unbelievably exciting. He asked me if I wanted to do it again and I replied that it had been fun but I wouldn't want to make a habit of it but it was good to know that I could do it if I ever needed to.

I think, no I know, that Mike expected that to be the start of him being allowed to watch and join in when I fucked Billy but he was wrong, it had been fun, no amazing, but I'd done that and didn't need to do it again so, once again, on saturday nights, the bedroom door was firmly closed with Mike on the outside.

Not long after that, my mother came to visit for a week and, on saturday night, she insisted that Mike and I went out for the evening whilst she looked after the children. Of course, we bumped into Billy and, like pavlov's dog, my fanny twitched and juiced up at the sight of him but there was nothing I could do about it with my mother waiting for us at home. Ok, I could have fucked him in a back alley but I'd left that behind years ago and, these days, I needed the comfort of a mattress under my kneed and a cover to throw over my shoulders when I was done.

We had a few drinks and laughed a lot and I've no idea which one of us suggested that Billy should come home with us for a nightcap. I was so aroused that I actually forgot about my mother until we were walking down the path to our house. I could see that there was a light on downstairs so, shushing the two chattering idiots with me, I told them to wait outside until I'd checked out inside.

There was no one downstairs so I crept upstairs to check on the children but their beds were empty and undisturbed. I moved silently to the spare bedroom door and I could hear my mother softly snoring so I knew that she had the kids in with her.

I returned downstairs and, once again, shushed the giggling idiots as I led them into the living room. Mike headed towards the kitchen but I headed him off and whispered for him to go upstairs and keep an ear open and not to make a noise and, as soon as he'd left the room I started tearing off my clothes. I felt so wicked knowing that my mother was upstairs that pulling my knickers to one side wouldn't do, I had to be naked.

I was absolutely shaking with lust as I knelt on the floor with my chest on the sofa, wiggling my bum in front of Billy in invitation as he tore off his clothes, grabbed my hips and slowly fed his prick into my squelching hole but slow wasn't good enough as I impatiently pushed back against him, biting my fist to stifle my moans as I gasped "Fuck me hard" and, obediently, he gripped my hips tighter and hammered into me.

I had to actually clamp my hand over my mouth to muffle my cries as my entire body spasmed and contorted and it felt as though my head was about to explode as possibly my strongest orgasm ever crashed through me leaving me gasping for breath with my ears buzzing and lights flashing before my eyes. I'd never felt so dirty and excited in my life and I knew that it was all because my mother was asleep just a few feet above my head totally unaware that her innocent little daughter was downstairs, shamelessly fucking a guy that wasn't her husband.

As usual, Billy was incredibly silent as he slowed down his movements and gently eased his prick in and out of me as my breathing slowed and my head cleared. I wondered if he'd also cum but his prick was still rock hard inside me and slowly but surely he picked up the pace again until he slamming into me once more and I had to cover my mouth again as the sound of Billy's body slapping against mine filled the room and I felt a mixture of terror and excitement at the thought that my mother might actually hear it.

I was so sensitive that I rose quickly to another climax and, as I squealed into my cupped hand, I felt Billy's prick swell and erupt inside me, flooding my cunt and almost causing me to pass out. He gave an almost inaudible moan and his still semi hard prick slipped from me leaving me feeling empty and desperate to be filled again.

Billy got dressed and I used my discarded knickers to mop away as much of the spunk that was pouring out of me as I could before slipping on my dress just in case and leading Billy to the door. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before closing the front door on him then I headed upstairs to find Mike sitting on the top stair waiting for me.

We headed to bed and gently and quietly fucked once more before falling asleep.

I'd been regularly fucking Billy for over three years when Mike made a flippant remark that he thought was funny but which got me thinking.

We were sitting in the living room, having a drink before Billy and I made our usual trip upstairs when Mike said "I think you should be paying rent because you spend more time in my bed than I do".

I thought 'And inside me' but I kept that thought to myself.

Billy chuckled and replied "I think that's a great idea, Ellen would made a fantastic landlady" and I smiled to myself, knowing what he really meant, as I led him upstairs.

I dismissed the thought straight away but, the next time that Mike was on nights and I was lying in bed feeling incredibly randy and absent mindedly stroked my fanny, I thought 'wouldn't it be wonderful if Billy was in the next room and I could go in and fuck him whenever I wanted and then return to my own bed for a good night's sleep'.

The more I thought about it, the better it seemed. My children were now eight and ten and I sometimes worried that one of them might discover me when I sneaked Billy up to my bed in the middle of the night but, if he was living with us as a lodger, they'd be used to seeing him around the house and not suspect a thing as long as I kept the volume of my cries under control.

I won't say that the idea became an obsession, but I did think of it quite often as I lay in bed on my own so, after a couple of weeks, I decided to broach the subject with Mike, after all, he could only say no.

I waited until I was in bed, sucking Mike's cock before I suggested that Billy should move in as a lodger and he didn't immediately dismiss the idea and instead asked how that would work so I replied that Billy would have the spare room and that I'd visit him whenever the urge took me and that, therefore, Mike could sleep in the marital bed every night, sometimes with me, sometimes not.

Mike was silent for a long time and I felt his cock starting to soften in my mouth so I concentrated for a few minutes to get him hard and trembling on the brink again then I whispered "What do you think?"

He gave a deep, heartfelt groan then gasped out "I suppose we could try it for a while".

I was delighted and worked on his cock with my hand and my mouth until he stiffened, arched his back off the bed and gave a trembling cry as he flooded my mouth with his hot, salty cum. I tried to hold it all in my mouth but there was so much that I had to gulp several times before his spurts slowed down and I was able to scoot up the bed and allow him to see the pool of his spunk on my tongue and a little of it trickled onto my chin before I tilted my head back and swallowed, rubbing my belly and heaving a satisfied "Ahhh".

I was shaking with excitement the next time that we brought Billy home because, once we were in bed, I was going to suggest my plan to him. We fucked and we both came and I was about to speak when I suddenly thought 'There's millions of other cocks out there' and, just like that, instead of inviting him to move in, I told him that I thought this should be our last time together. He said he was sorry about that but he accepted it then spent the rest of the night trying to make it our best time ever and he might well have succeeded.

Mike was surprised when I told him my decision the next morning but he didn't pass any comment one way or the other. Of course, we still bumped into Billy on a fairly regular basis and, when we did, I'd hug and kiss him on the cheek and we'd have a drink and a chat together before going our separate ways.

It was probably six months or more later when we bumped into Billy with his new girlfriend. She was shorter and rounder than me with short brown hair and quite a pretty face. Billy introduced us as old friends and she seemed quite nice and friendly but painfully shy as we shared a drink and a quick chat. Later, as we sat in another pub, Mike asked me what I thought about Billy's new girlfriend and I think he expected me to be jealous but I just told him that she seemed nice and that I was happy for Billy. He hinted that I might be jealous so I told him that it had been fun but it was over and we'd both moved on and, anyway, I'd fucked several other guys since Billy but never more than once and I'd never brought any of them home.

We continued bumping into Billy and his girlfriend for a while but then we stopped seeing them at all until about six months later when, one saturday, whilst Mike and I were out shopping, we went into a pub for a lunchtime snack and saw Billy standing at the bar with a few of his friends. He immediately came over excitedly telling us that his girlfriend had given birth to Billy junior that morning so we congratulated him and bought him a drink while I asked him all the details of where and when and what weight etc. Once again, we congratulated him and parted.

It wasn't long before we bumped into Billy's girlfriend proudly pushing a pram ( sorry, I don't remember her name and I don't want to make one up ). We stopped and chatted and I commented on how much the baby looked like Billy before placing a 50 pence piece in his chubby little hand and wishing them good luck.

I bumped into her quite often after that, usually when I was walking my daughter to or from school ( my son was now in secondary school ) then, one day, as I was returning home from dropping my daughter off, I saw Billy's girlfriend approaching, pushing the pram almost at a run and with a scowl on her face, so I stopped and waited for her. As she got nearer, I smiled and called out "Hi" but she didn't respond and almost ran into me before stopping with the pram just inches from my legs.

I was so shocked that I was speechless especially when the girl suddenly shouted "Billy's not been coming home at night and he says that he's been with you".

I was so shocked that it took a moment for me to gain my composure but then I was furious but I wasn't going to have slanging match with her in the middle of the street so, keeping my voice low and icy, I snarled "How dare you come up to me in the street, shouting your head off like a fish wife?" and she seemed to shrink physically as she stepped backwards with a frightened look on her face.

Keeping myself under control, I said "Yes, I used to fuck Billy but that was a long time ago, long before he met you".

She seemed to shrink even further into herself as she muttered "He told me that he was fucking you while I was in the hospital having the baby".

That was it, I was raging and I couldn't help raising my voice as I snarled "That's a bloody lie, I'm sorry if he's messing you about but it's nothing to do with me".

The girl was almost whimpering as she said "He told me..." but I cut her off.

I said "I don't care what he's told you but I'm telling you that I haven't been with Billy in well over a year. If you don't believe me then bring him round to my door and get him to say it to my face, now fuck off and don't dare stop me in the street again".

She just stood there, looking thoroughly miserable as I turned away and headed back home.

I was so angry that, when I got home, I stormed upstairs and woke Mike up to tell him about what had happened and he actually got out of bed, got dressed and followed me downstairs as he tried unsuccessfully to calm me down.

He made us both a drink and sat me on the sofa whilst he sat in his usual armchair and said that he could understand why I was so angry but it wasn't exactly true and, just like that, my anger was transferred to him as I demanded to know what he meant by that.

He started talking calmly and asked me if I remembered the day that we'd bumped into Billy whilst he was celebrating the birth of his baby.

I snapped back "Of course I do".

He continued "Do you remember that, when he came over to us, his mates all buggered off, probably because they were bored with all the baby talk and buying him free pints"

I said that I didn't remember that.

He then said "Do you remember that we sat with him for about an hour while you compared notes on our childrens' births with his baby's?"

Of course I remembered that, and I said "So what? That's what normal people do".

He then said "Do you remember that I was buying the drinks and you kept demanding double rum and cokes?"

I honestly didn't remember that at all.

He then asked "Do you remember inviting Billy home to wet the baby's head and, instead you went straight upstairs and wet the father's cock?"

I was genuinely shocked by that accusation and I snapped back "No, I don't, that never happened".

Mike almost seemed to be gloating as he continued "You went upstairs at about three o'clock in the afternoon and didn't come back down until nearly one the next day when Billy said that he had to go or he'd miss visiting time so, yes, I agreed you're not the kind of woman who would fuck a guy while his partner was giving birth but you're certainly the kind that would fuck him a few hours later".

I was genuinely in a state of shock but I did vaguely remember the things that Mike was saying had happened but they were disjointed recollections and, somehow, I'd never associated them with that particular day.

I felt really guilty for a while but then I told myself that it was just a fuck, a celebratory fuck and Billy was the bastard not me, because, if he'd kept his mouth shut, his girlfriend would never have known anything about it and he'd only said those things to hurt the girl and, no matter what they'd been arguing about, it was absolutely hateful to say those things to the girl and even worse to involve me.

Not surprisingly, Billy and his girlfriend split up and I swore never to speak to him again. He seemed to be avoiding us for a long time but, eventually, we bumped into each other and I ignored him, then, after a few times, I grudgingly said hello. Eventually, we hugged and kissed like old times when we met, shared a beer and chatted like old friends but we never took him home with us again and I never fucked him again.