Guy Fawkes Celebration

Please read the story series intro. This is pure fiction, unlike some of my other stories which have snippets of truth in them. This is part of the from the cheaters side series.

It is hard to find new scenarios on LW, so nothing new here. I just hope you enjoy the story.

The Bonfire Party

I was all aglow, my dreams were coming true. My husband Pete and I were at my company's annual Guy Fawkes celebration. Strange you may think, but my company made fireworks and other energetics. Explosives to normal people.

There was going to be a Bonfire and Fireworks later as usual.

It was usual practice to announce several promotions at celebrations, including mine. The company had quite a few events throughout the year. I had dressed especially nice for it in a dress Pete got me for our twentieth Wedding anniversary last year. I looked stunning in it. Back at home on our bed was my leather corset, and stockings I was going to wear for Pete tonight to show him my thanks for the support he has given me whilst I have been going for this promotion.

Pete escorted me in. He left me with a group of work colleagues' and went to fetch the drinks. My new boss, Wesley, came towards me. I held my hand out, he took it and pulled me in for a hug. I saw that raised a few eyebrows. A bit too familiar. He whispered in my ear. "You look good."

Pete got back just as Wesley let me go. They had met before at previous functions. They shook hands but there was an animosity between them this time, I could feel it.

We were called to the table as dinner was about to be served.

Pete took my arm, smiled at me and led me to our table. It was close to the front along with the other promotees.

Pete went for more drinks, and I sat there on my own thinking.

Time to ponder.

I had worked hard for my promotion that was going to be officially announced this evening. It had been unofficially announced when I got it. True I had done things I was not proud of to get it, but it would prove beneficial in the long run. I was in the legal compliance section and Brian, the deputy head, was retiring. Two of us from our section went for it, Wendy and myself, plus a couple from outside. They did not stand a chance. The Head of Compliance, Wesley, my new immediate superior, was retiring in four years and If I played my cards right, or at least did not screw up, that would be my job when he left. It was a natural progression.

The salary and pension were considerably better than the company average because we kept it safe. It was a great responsibility, and we were rewarded for it.

Wesley requested of me certain favours. Okay he wanted sex from me to secure the job, he told me that Wendy and I were neck and neck after the interviews, but we had different strengths, overall, he thought I was better suited and it would be down to his recommendation. I had a few words around and it seems that was the general consensus that Wendy and I were level pegging. I had a long hard think about it and decided the rewards were worth it, but there would have to be safeguards.

The day after Wesley proposed that I have sex with him to secure my promotion I had a chat with him and laid out my requests. Only once, no one must find out or we would lose our jobs. It was not against company policy, but if we were discovered it could leave us open to blackmail from both inside and outside the company. It is just sex, no affection and he wears a condom.

He agreed but was not keen on wearing a condom. His wife had passed away six months ago, and he had not had sex since and he wanted to feel it properly, but I was insistent.

We came to an agreement. He asked when he should book a room overnight. I told him I would not stay overnight, sleeping with him would show affection. But I was prepared to leave work at midday, but would have to be home by 11 o'clock, preferably 10. I was never later than that on a night out so Pete would get suspicious if I was. I also came up with a reason, it was a bit shabby, a short notice to get together for a girl who just announced her wedding.

We checked our diaries and came up with Wednesday the following week. He would make his recommendations to the board on Thursday. I would be told Friday and announced Saturday at the Annual Guy Fawkes party.

I told Pete late Monday after dinner that I was going out the following Wednesday with the girls as one had just been asked to marry by her boyfriend. Then we had an early night. It was guilty sex with what I planned to do, he would never know so it would not hurt him and he would benefit from it in the long run. I reminded him Tuesday I would be late next Wednesday. I had planned to keep him satisfied over the weekend too, not too much or he would think something was going on. I was planning to ask for a holiday cruise, that would explain the extra sex.

Once I had agreed to do it Wesley had asked me to wear a Corset, stockings and heels, his wife did that for him. I felt sorry for him so I agreed. He showed me a picture on his phone of his wife wearing his favourite corset. I had met her, she was good looking but stunning wearing that corset and heels. He asked me to wear that corset for him. I refused, I guess I was a replacement for his wife. I could live with that but not wearing a dead woman's lingerie, that was too much. I told him I would get something similar and wear it for him. I knew of a few online lingerie shops. Pete and I had used them before.

That evening after Pete had gone to sleep, I had given him a BJ to help him nod off. I went downstairs and found a corset just like the one Wesley's wife was wearing on a site we often used and ordered it and paid for next day delivery and had the delivery made to work on Friday.

The corset turned up, I went home early that day and tried it on. I looked stunning and if I did my hair like Wesley's wife, I could almost be her double, well much younger. It was only going to be the once, so I did not mind too much. But I knew it was still wrong. Once I had done it. I could put the memory in a box and throw away the key. Well, that was the plan. I was going to use the corset for Pete later though. He would like it.

I already had the stockings and heels.

I remember Pete came home early that day and I shoved the corset into my knickers drawer, slammed it shut and went to meet him.

I was feeling guilty with what I planned to do so I started making it up to Pete. I got Pete to take me out for a drink on Friday night. I wore stockings and a suspender belt for him and went braless. I convinced him to take me over our car parked in a dark corner of the car park. He likes doing it outside, a little bit of risk. Saturday night after I cooked him his favourite dinner I wore a corset and got him to tie me to the bed. Another of his kinks. Pete made breakfast Sunday morning and after pouring the coffee and giving me the bacon and egg sandwich he said to me. "So, when are you going to tell me what you want, I hope it's in budget, but after this weekend the budget has just gone up." He smiled at me, yes he was expecting a request for a car or a cruise or another holiday. I just smiled sweetly at him.

I managed to get the corset, stockings and heels to work on Monday. I left for work at my usual time, the same time as Pete but then I went back and got the lingerie.

The Event

Whilst I knew it was wrong. I was a little excited. I got changed at work except for the heels. Wesley did not come in on that day. I changed into my heels in the carpark and met Wesley at reception and he asked if I wanted dinner. I pointed out that this was just sex, not a date.

Wesley took my arm and we went to the room, he handed me the key card. Now was decision time. I could hand him the key card back and walk away, no foul, no harm. But if I used that card, I was going to be committing adultery. And if found out I would lose my job and family. I was no longer excited, I was scared. Wesley was patient. I thought back. We had been careful, we could not get caught and I would get the promotion and set us up for life.

I moved the card and the light turned green. I was half hoping it would go red and refuse us entry. I pushed down on the handle. Wesley pushed the door open for me, and I walked in.

He went and poured me a glass of wine, it was early for that, but I needed it. Handing him back the glass I dropped my coat revealing the corset, stockings and heels. He staggered slightly and said "Wow, you look just like my Genavive."

"As it is just the once, I tried for you."

"I really appreciate that," He looked a bit hesitant and said. "Can I ask that we do things that Ginny and I did?"

"Like what?"

"One of our favourites was doggy style anal. Can we do that please." He handed me another glass of wine. I took a large sip whilst I thought about it. Pete and I had done bum sex a few times. It was okay, it felt a little dirty.

"Alright, but be careful."

He stepped forward and kissed me, he was the first person I had kissed on the lips other than Pete since we got engaged, it was strange. It was not a sexy kiss, just a warmup, He eased me down onto my knees and indicated I undo his trousers. I did, his cock sprang out he was not wearing underpants, it was not very large, no bigger than Pete's. He put his hands on my head and pushed it towards my mouth. I took it, it tasted soapy. I felt him remove his shirt and ease his trousers down as I sucked him. I thought he would come quickly, and we could get this over and done with. Then he said. "Take your time, I've had a Viagra, and I got myself off this morning so I can last longer."

Blast.

I felt him start to twitch, he pulled me off him, stood me up and said. "You look fantastic, I always knew you would. Let me return the favour." He pushed me back gently on the bed and I slid into the middle. He eased my legs apart and started eating me out, he was quite good. I was soon wet. Wesley spent some time down there, and he inserted his fingers. He moved in and out as he licked my clit, it was nice. All of a sudden I felt his finger up my bum. I jumped.

"Sorry," He said. "I used to get Ginny worked up like that."

"It's okay."

With that he went back to licking me and soon I had two fingers up my bum. He moved them in and out, it was not unpleasant. And I had a small orgasm. When I came down, he asked me if we could try the bum sex. I rolled over and got on my hands and knees, He put his cock in my pussy and gave a few thrusts, withdrew and gently eased it in my backside. He had used my juices as bum lubricant. It was uncomfortable at the start.

I felt him grab my hair, he pulled my head round so I could look at him over my shoulder. "Ginny used to look over her shoulder and ask me to fuck her arse, would you mind doing that for me please?"

If it would bring him off quicker then, that was good.

"Okay." He let go of my hair.

Looking over my shoulder I said to him "Fuck my arse Wesley, go on shove it up my shitter, come on Wesley fuck me. Give me all you've got up my back passage."

He picked up speed, it was quite good.

"Tell me I'm better than Pete."

Now that was a step too far. "You're good, you're very good just keep fucking my arse, Wesley. Give it to me, come on, give it to me. Prove to me you're better than Pete, because you're not so far."

He picked up speed, and he was going fast. I was just getting a little sore, so I clenched my arse muscles as much as I could. He stayed buried deep inside me and I felt him twitch. He came and collapsed forward onto me, I collapsed onto the bed under his weight. When he got his breath back, he kissed me on the neck and said. "Thank you, that was fantastic. That was better than Ginny. Let me get a drink and I will be ready for round two. In your pussy this time."

He got off me. I managed to get to the bathroom to mop up all the come leaking from my arse. That was when I realised he had not used a condom.

He asked me to suck him off. I refused as his cock had been up my poop chute. He went and washed it, but I still refused.

The second round was very similar to the first. He spent ages licking me and fingers up my pussy. I made sure he had a condom on this time. He gave me a couple of orgasm's then he raised himself up, put my legs over his shoulders and rammed into me. It felt quite good, I managed to shift my legs and wrap them round him and hung on to him saying to him. "Faster, come on Wesley, you can do better than this." It seemed to egg him on, and it didn't take long but he shot his load again.

He collapsed forward on to me again. Pete would never do that; he would roll off to one side.

"Let me have a little nap and I should be ready again. Those Viagra pills are bloody good aren't they."

Whilst he had a little nap, I took the corset and stockings off and put them in the bag where I had my day clothes. When he woke up, he didn't complain. He did take me again and he gave me a couple more orgasms and after he finished he said. "Thank you so very much, the job is definitely yours, but I think I'm done now. You can go home if you wish. I am worn out."

I leaned across and kissed him on the cheek and said. "Thank you very much." I meant for the job. Not the sex, it was okay, but there was no passion, it was just fucking.

"It will be my pleasure." It wasn't till I got downstairs into the car I realised he said. 'It will be my pleasure'. Never mind I was going to get home early to Pete, but if he asked for sex, I'm afraid he was out of luck.

Home

It was not late when I got home but Pete was in bed. Asleep. I managed to sneak the corset and heels indoors and hide them. I had a shower and when I got into bed Pete woke up and asked me how the evening went, I told him it was fine, but I had to shower because of all the sweaty sticky smell and cigarette smoke that got in my hair. He looked critically at me and said. "You can't smoke indoors anymore."

Bugger, I had forgotten that. "A couple of the girls' smoke and I went outside with them to carry on chatting. I forgot how smelly it was, sorry darling." As he turned over, I thought I heard him say. "Sorry, for what?"

I lay down and thought about what I had done that evening. I mentally put it in a box and put it in the back of my mind. Okay I'm sure now and again it will pop out, but I will be able to push it back down.

At Work

That was until I got to work the following day. It was just past 10 when I was summoned by Shirley, the head of HR. As I went into the office there was an envelope on her desk in front of her and I thought shit we've been discovered. I'm being sacked until she said. "Congratulations. Here is your new contract, sign it and the jobs yours."

I wasted no time. I opened the envelope and checked it. It was what I expected. She handed me a pen and I signed it and gave it back to her with a smile. She smiled back at me and said. "It will be announced officially on Saturday, but I expect most people have guessed. It's either you or Wendy and you were always the front runner." Did that mean I did not have to go through that huge humiliation I did yesterday. Never mind this sealed the job.

Leaving the office Wesley was there. He held his hand out and I shook it and he said. "We had better start your education so you are ready when Brian leaves, he will fully brief you next week. Would you spend a couple of minutes in my office with me?"

I could hardly refuse. I followed him into his office. I am sure anybody could see me smiling like a Cheshire cat but would know the outcome. Wesley closed the door and said. "I'm afraid I misled you a little bit." That took the smile from my face. He walked to his desk turned his laptop round and pressed a key and there was me on my hands and knees whilst Wesley fucked my arse. As it was playing he said to me." I'm afraid, it won't be just the once. I won't be too onerous. Just every 3 or 4 weeks. One afternoon. You will wear that corset and heels again. Don't think about reporting me. Because if you do, we both lose our jobs. I've got enough money after the life insurance payout when Ginny died. But you will lose your job and your marriage. We will be discreet. No one will know."

Then it struck me this whole thing was a setup, the job was mine anyway. I looked at him and said. "You bastard." And the thought occurred to me. "Did you fuck Wendy as well?"

"Oh no, she's not my sort. But as I said just once, just one afternoon every 3 or 4 weeks. Now put that smile back on your face and get out there and make everybody think it is the good news it really is." I looked down at the laptop where the clip was playing where I said to him 'Prove to me you're better than Pete'.

If that got out, nothing would save my marriage, because it wasn't true. Looking at him I said. "Okay be honest, did Genavive wear a corset, and you fuck her up the arse?"

"Oh yes she loved wearing a corset, that really is her in the picture. But no, she would never let me fuck her up the arse. I always wanted to, I even tied her up once and tried it. She threatened to divorce me if I did that again."

The bastard you don't do that to somebody you love. Shit just like you don't have an affair, you don't screw around on somebody you love.

But he was right, I put the smile on my face and walked out. The first person I saw was Wendy, she had obviously worked out who had the job. She put her hand out to me and said. "Looks like the best girl won. Never mind when Wesley goes, I should be ready to take your job when you have his." I wanted to cry but I kept smiling. I pulled Wendy in for a hug. I needed one, I was all emotional. Wendy probably thought it was about getting the job. It was not.

When I let go of her I said. "As soon as I am in post we will work on that." I so much wanted to cry. I went and washed my face, put on a bit of makeup, pulled my shoulders back and walked out. I went home early, retrieved the corset from where I had hidden it and put it back in my knickers drawer. I sent Pete a text 'bring in takeaway. I've got good news.'

He replied, 'you got it then.'

'Yup certainly did.'

'Hope it was worth it' There was no question mark, that was not like him.

We had a pleasant evening, I wanted to start to make it up to Pete so I asked him if we could have an early night. I even suggested the corset and stockings. His favourite kink and mine too. I asked him which one. "Surprise me." he said.

It was not going to be my new one, that would be rubbing his face in it.

I used the red satin one he likes so much. I was thinking my black leather one would be good for Saturday after the party, I will probably wear my shiny PVC thigh boots too as a treat for him. They were a little uncomfortable, but he was worth it.

He was a little rough, it was different, nice. He managed twice before he promptly fell asleep, that was not like him.

Friday in his office Wesley was explaining something and in mid conversation he said to me. "Saturday night after the announcement you need to thank me. I think a blowjob is in order. I still have the video."

"No, no blowjob that's too risky, I will manage a hand job."

He smiled. "Okay that's fine, but a blowjob would be faster."

I might have to consider that. Then I realised he was using it to show his power over me.

Back to the party

Pete sat down beside me. I saw he had a G&T, that was rare for him. I rested my hand on his arm and said. "That's a bit strong?"

He smiled. "It's just tonic water, no Gin. This is your night not mine. I have to stay sober for what is coming."

I leaned over and kissed him, saying. "We are going home straight after the fireworks."

He smiled and replied. "Yes, we are."

He really was a lovely man. A wave of guilt flushed over me.

The food was good, I took it easy on the wine.

So the evening did not drag on, as the first course was being cleared the first promotion was announced. They started at the most junior and there was a little speech. No reply was expected. The next two promotions between the main and dessert course. Mine was after the coffee and mints were served.

The speeches got slightly longer with each promotion. The CEO said of me that I deserved this not just because I passed the interview but also because of my performance over the past few years and he was looking forward to continuing to work with me.

There was a small round of applause as I stood, quickly nodded my thanks to the top table and sat down.

Pete stood up. That surprised me. Addressing the top table he said. "Sir, if I may?" The CEO nodded.

"I really must comment on the excellent performance of my wife encouraging Wesley to fuck her arse harder." He started walking towards the top table saying. "And of course there is this." He held up his mobile phone and I heard myself say. 'Prove to me you're better than Pete'. 'Fuck my arse Wesley, go on shove it up my shitter, come on Wesley fuck me. Give me all you've got up my back passage."

As Pete walked towards the top table, he pulled an envelope from his pocket and gave it to Shirley of HR. "There are photos of them entering the room and leaving, there are no photos from inside the room, but there is an audio recording of what happened. You will find in there a transcript of the most interesting parts and a memory stick of a recording of the whole sordid event. There are long periods of silence and grunting."

I stood up, that was when I saw the envelope in front of me. I tore it open. There was a memory stick. A photo of Wesley and me outside the room, a close up of me with the key card in my hand and the light green, and of me coming out several hours later. But no divorce papers.

Phew there might be hope if I get the chance to explain.

Pete faced the CEO. "Is this why you do not have a non-fraternisation clause in your company policy so you can be promoted on your backs. Is this how you get promotion, not by merit but on your backs or on all fours being fucked up the arsehole."

Turning to face the room he carried on. "How many of you got where you are due to sex. Fucking your way up the ladder?" There were several red faces and people looking into their laps.

The whole room was silent.

Pete walked towards the exit, passing our table he threw an envelope on the table, saying. "Do not come home." I saw our solicitor's hall mark on it and the words 'Divorce Petition' with my name on the front.

Pete did not even look at me. He was nearly at the door when there was a shout and Wesley rushed past me. He pulled Pete round and swung a punch at him. Pete fell back crashing on to a table. It collapsed, there was mayhem, But Pete just laid there. I swear he is smiling. He rubbed his jaw and said. "That will be an unprovoked assault in front of witnesses." Picking himself up he said. "Would someone like to call the police? I will wait in the bar."

I feel myself being pulled round and an almighty slap across my face. I fell back onto my chair and then onto the floor. Looking up I saw Wendy. Her hair a mess, her face red. "Fucking bitch!" She screamed and stormed off.

I just lay there crying. No one came to help me. I can hear the noise level rising. The next thing I know is there is a waiter beside me. "There is a couple waiting for you at the reception. They say they are your parents and have come to get you." He helped me up and took me to reception. I saw my mother and father standing there. They did not look happy. Nothing was said, my Mother helped me get into the back of their car. Once I was in my father handed me an envelope. I recognise Pete's handwriting. I bet this is a letter telling me everything, I tore it open and pulled out an appointment card to our local sexual health clinic. I collapsed further into tears.

I have little recollection of the rest of the weekend. I remember my father saying. "The divorce seems fair, considering what you have done."

My mother sat me down and gave me a good talking to, mainly about my future. I heard her say. "You have really buggered up your future. Peter will never forgive you. I would be surprised if he even talks to you. I am bloody surprised your Father let you stay here, he was all for throwing you out."

Clothes appeared in my bedroom and my car at the front door. I would have to face the music at work Monday. My mother took me in, she would not let me drive.

Shirley was waiting for me, she looked worn out. I was escorted straight to the CEO's office. He looked tired as well.

"You have caused us a lot of problems. Wesley has gone. I have convinced Brian to stay on for a year, that cost us. Wendy will get the deputy head job, and we will have to recruit externally to fill the posts." He paused. "Your husband has asked that we keep you on as you were coerced into having sex."

I thought I might still have a job for a second.

"But that would send the wrong signals, your personal belongings are being collected from your desk as we speak.

"We do not have a morals clause in our contract we will find some other reason to fire you. You will not get a reference."

I put my hand up like a school child. "If I resign and save you the effort, can I have a reference? I know all it will say is I worked here from when and to and not much else, at least I will have one."

The CEO looked at Shirley, "I think we can do that, it will save time and effort, and we have enough to do with investigations of how many more promotions were got this way. And we will have to find replacements for the managers; I do not think this problem exists on the factory floor."

Shirley looked at me. "We have received ​​2 resignations already this morning." She looked despondent and said quietly. "Do you know what the sad thing is?" I shook my head. "If you had come to us with this as soon as Wesley approached you, you would've had his job."

Then she carried on in a sterner voice. "We will be informing the police of your prostitution. You were using sex for financial gain. We also reported Wesley for procuring prostitutes. Our legal team does not expect it to go far, but we need to send out signals. But at a guess Wesley will be going to prison for attacking your husband."

Even if I was not prosecuted, I would still have a criminal record for soliciting.

Shirley escorted me out. My life was a mess. Mum saw me being escorted out carrying a box of my stuff, she got out of the car and took the box from me.

When we got home Mum helped me indoors. Dad had the tea ready. Tea would not fix what I was about to tell them. I told them I was being reported to the Police for soliciting. Dad just stood up and walked out. I do not think he had thought that would happen, it certainly never crossed my mind. Mum just cried.

I heard the front door slam as Dad left. I expected o hear his car drive away. It didn't. I expect he has gone to the pub to drown his sorrows for having brought up a stupid Daughter.

I wish I could go with him. To forget this pain that I have caused everybody. Just for a little while.

It was about just over ​​4 hours when Dad came back. He had a bandage around his knuckles. "I've been to talk to your soon to be ex-husband to see if I can get him to change his mind. I was wasting my time. I will not repeat some of the names he called you. But, he has agreed to meet you once. To give you a chance to explain yourself, but I wouldn't hold out too much hope, you better have a damned good reason, and not some flimsy excuse." He paused a bit. "I have also spoken to my sister Sarah.

She might be able to find a job for you." Aunt Sarah was a Range Safety Manager in the islands off the north of Scotland, at least it was a business I understood. I was being banished. I probably deserved it.

I was interviewed by the police; I told them the full story and expressed my regret and shame. They let me off with a warning. I will not be charged this time, but they knew who I was and, if I came to their attention on their patch again, charges would be made. They were probably too busy investigating hate crimes.

I got a message from Pete to meet in a pub, I asked if we could do it at home or somewhere private. His reply shocked me. "I never want to see you in private again, I might regret what I will do." He had never been a violent man, what had I done?

I got there early, looking smart, not sexy. Although I did have stockings on just in case.

Knowing Pete's wishes I found a table in an alcove but within sight of the bar. I got him a beer and a lemonade for me and waited.

Pete was on time, just like him. He looked haggard, I wanted to reach out and touch him.

He did not touch his beer. "You have ​​5 minutes."

I launched into my prepared speech how it was to secure our future, retire early, Rhine River cruises, one from his bucket list. He would never know and not get hurt. It was just the once.

He held his hand up, so I stopped talking. "So he didn't blackmail you for more sex? Not often, just every ​​3 or ​​4 weeks, during work time?"

How did he know that?

Then I saw he had a bandage on his hand. Dad's hand was bandaged too.

"Once I had the job, I was going to report him." I lied, he still had the video.

"So he would not have used the video saying that you came on to him to get the job and he was videoing it to protect himself, or he might have sent it to me to ruin our marriage? Are you lying or just being stupid? Oh, I know, both.

"Nice corset by the way, and my favourite shoes. You never let me do you doggy up the arse."

Shit, he had seen the video. Then I worked it out. Pete and Dad must have paid Wesley a visit. Pete reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone, it looked like Wesley's. It was smashed. "Fortunately for you he hadn't loaded it to the cloud or copied it. We made sure of that."

I had wondered what Wesley would have done with the video? "Thank you, can I ask how you found out, we were careful?"

"Oh the usual, the increased sex. Initially I thought you were after a cruise for our summer holiday or a new car. But it was the corset that gave it away. Did you not notice when you filled out the order that all the fields self populated. We have an account with them, but it was flagged up when you changed delivery address. That was okay. It was my Birthday the following week and I thought you'd bought something special for me, for the weekend before. When you closed the drawer, you left a suspender hanging out, I tidied it up and saw the corset. It looked good. I was looking forward to seeing you in it.

"I would get to see it and enjoy it but no, so maybe the weekend after my Birthday. Monday afternoon I was putting away the washing, including your knickers and I saw the corset was missing. I checked your other hiding places. It wasn't anywhere in the house that I could find, so where was it?"

I wiped away the tears Pete might have forgiven me had I made a mistake, but no I had planned all this going out of my way to hide it from him.

"So if you hadn't bought it for me, who did you buy it for? I suspected it was Wesley, maybe something to do with the promotion I didn't know at the time. so I took a few days off work and followed you. It was hard work running up those stairs in the hotel to see which floor you came out of the lift on, but I managed it. He gave you the key card to get into the room he was giving you a choice. You could have given him the key card back and walked away and we might have got through this. But you didn't, as soon as that light turned green and you pushed that door handle down our marriage was over."

"So, the increase in sex, even the kinky stuff which you don't like. Then no holiday request or asking for a new car, the missing corset. Something was going on and for the past two weeks you have not mentioned Wesley at all. So all those little things are what gave you away. Does that answer your question?"

"But we made love on Thursday night."

"No, I just fucked you, I'm going to be going through a dry spell. I thought I'd get what I could. I've been to the sexual health clinic. I'm clean."

"How did you get the recording?" I asked.

"Oh, that was simple. I just put a microphone on the end of my phone. Put it under the door and recorded everything. Oh, by the way, Wesley is broke. His wife's insurance just paid off the mortgage with a bit left over. I heard from the Police, this is not the first time Wesley has attacked someone, it was many years ago. They would not expand, but he is almost certainly going down this time."

I did not mention the bandages I saw on his and Dad's hands. Dad can have quite a temper.

I nodded it was plainly obvious I fucked up completely. I hadn't been as discreet as I wanted, but there might still be hope if he would see the sense of what I was trying to do. He might forgive me and we could carry on.

"My darling, I love you. I did it for us for our future. The pension and salary is way above normal, he was going to retire in a few years, and I would have had his job. We could have got a motorhome and travelled Europe. You always wanted to do that. We would have done cruises, all things we wanted to do. Life would have been so good. Please, I did it for us. You were never going to know, you would never get hurt. I'm sorry, please forgive me."

"No! I am sorry as well. But how can I trust you now? You may think spending that money on underwear for him, the planning and the time with him as an investment. I see it as a betrayal. No, we're done. I should hate you for what you've done. But I don't. I hate what you've done, what you've turned into." With that, he stood up and walked out. He hadn't even touched his beer. I was tempted to follow him and beg him again for forgiveness.

That was it, the end of my marriage.

I went home and told Dad I would take the job with Auntie Sarah.

Three weeks later I walked into their house. The ferry crossing had been rough. Uncle Angus made me a cup of tea. He and Aunt Sarah were letting me have a self-contained flat, as family she wouldn't charge me rent. Then Angus said to me. "You start work next Monday, that'll give you a couple of days to get settled in."

Sarah said to me "Angus will be your boss so there's no point in sleeping with him to get a promotion." That hurt.

I looked at her. "I thought I was working for you?"

"No, Angus is head of site admin, you'll be working for him, as a cleaner." She looked confused. "Did your Dad not tell you that the only job available was cleaner?"

"But I've got years in compliance and explosive regulations, that's a waste."

Angus spoke up. "That's the job offer for now, keep your nose clean, keep up with the changes of regulations and we might see what happens in a couple of years. If you don't like it, I can take you back to the ferry." He stood up.

I just sat there stunned, "But, but..."

Aunt Sarah leaned forward and looked at me. "You betrayed your husband, your company, your friends and workmates, you shamed your family. Did you expect to get away with it? As I said there is a ferry tonight, there's another one tomorrow or the next day or the next day. The choice is yours, like your choice whether to sleep with your boss or report him to HR." That was typical aunt Sarah; she pulled no punches.

I took the job. On Monday I went to work, previously I had worn a smart suit, blouse and shoes. Now I wore jeans, sweatshirt, trainers and rubber gloves. I had a computer, a desk and an office. Now I had a mop, a bucket and a toilet brush. On my first job, tears fell from my eyes as I cleaned the shit from a toilet pan in the lady's toilet. A metaphor for what my life had become.

Guy Fawkes Night is an annual commemoration observed on 5 November, primarily in Great Britain, involving bonfires and fireworks displays. Its history begins with the events of 5 November 1605., when Guy Fawkes, a member of the Gunpowder Plot, was arrested while guarding explosives the plotters had placed beneath the House of Lords. The Catholic plotters had intended to assassinate Protestant king James I and his parliament.

It is celebrated these days with a bonfire and fireworks.