Jackie and Mike

Please read the series intro before continuing. You may see where I am coming from, and it may help you enjoy the story more. These are just supposed to be little fun, entertaining stories not to be taken too seriously.

I used Google Docs and an immersive reader to sort out the simple stuff. All mistakes are mine. I did have help from a couple of people who sorted out flow and plot. Thank you, you know who you are.

Now on to my usual warnings.

Oxford's English dictionaries define fiction as "Something that is invented or untrue."

So please do not tell me 'It would not happen like that'. Because you are right. It probably would not. This is fiction, so do not complain it is not real or it would not happen like that, you are probably correct. If you want realism, go watch a documentary or the news.

Humans are fallible, they make mistakes. Please enjoy the story.

This could be classed as an intervention story, but it's 'from the cheater's point of view' series. Maybe a little harsher than some that are waiting in the wings.

Humans are fallible, they make mistakes. Please enjoy the story.

It happened again and I could tell Mike was not happy. Another handsome, debonair man had tried to occupy me throughout the evening at my company's annual Christmas party. It was a party for my company so Mike drove and I could have a few drinks. I drove when it was his company party.

It was a regular thing when we went out together with people who did not know us and this was the new Deputy Head of admin at the Engineering Company where I was Deputy Chief accountant.

Sitting at traffic lights on the way home Mike just said to me. "Be careful around that Gerald."

I leaned across and kissed him. "Don't worry so much sweetheart."

As we pulled away from the lights he said. "You were taken by him, and not just the dancing, just be careful. Remember Anthony Villiers?"

Where did that come from? I did. That was years ago before we had children. Tony came on to me. He was attractive, smart and funny. Much like Gerald, but younger. And then he came into work one day and asked for a transfer, there were none available, so he left the company and moved away, he did not even serve his months' notice. I will have to have a chat with my friend Claire, she is Head of HR. She was here when that happened, she may be able to shed some light on what went on, she may not depends on how sensitive it is.

I thought some more as we drove on. Mike stopped the car on the road outside our house, he always reversed into our drive and I said to him. "Did you have anything to do with Tony leaving?"

After he finished backing up, he switched off the engine. I said to him gently. "Well?"

He looked at me with his cheeky grin and winked. He said nothing. The bugger.

I suppose a bit of background might help. My name is Jacqueline, known as Jackie. Mike and I have been married for 12 years. We have two children, Zoe eight and Ben seven. We met in University, Mike was doing Chemistry and maths, I was doing Business studies, Accounting and basic maths. I have never been good at arithmetic and an accountant who can't do sums is not good. Someone pointed me to Mike to help me out.

In those early days we were both gawky teenagers. I had nice blonde hair but that was all I had going for me. I was thin, no boobs, no bum and no confidence. Mike was also thin, but wiry. His long dark hair was always a mess and he seemed to be constantly bumping into things and nearly falling over as if his feet did not belong to him, unless he was running. But he had confidence, a subtle sense of humour, he could take the mickey out of someone, and they would feel good about it. He was very intelligent and had some athletic skills, he could run long distances. He was also good at Snooker and Pool, he said it was the maths with the angles that worked for him.

We became very good friends. But we never got intimate. Then things changed, about halfway through my second year I found I was getting more attention from the boys. I told Mike that I did not understand why until he pointed out that I was filling out and I now had boobs and a bum and was becoming quite 'A looker' as he put it. I started going out with boys and when I thought I had found the right one lost my virginity. The first time was uncomfortable, the second was better. We stayed together for four months. We worked out we liked each other, but not for a full commitment. As soon as we split, I was inundated with suitors. Most I turned down, I did go all the way a few times with selected boys after we had gone steady for a while, but I found them humourless and shallow, some very selfish in the bed playing department. Mike and I talked all the time. I know he had a few dalliances too.

Then one day I was slagging off my latest disaster that I had dumped when Mike told me off for aiming too low. I asked where I should aim? With my intelligence, he named a few of his geeky friends. He mentioned my intelligence, not my looks. I had come to realise by now that I was not the ugly duckling that I used to be.

Then it hit me. "Why would I go with them when I have you right in front of me?" I kissed him on the lips for the first time in the two and a half years I had known him. He was a very good kisser. We were intimate a week later, he was and still is a very good lover, attentive, caring, considerate, inventive, adventurous, and I found out a bit later a little kinky, that suited me. He was the best I ever had, and I tried to be the best for him.

Mike managed to get a job in his hometown with a chemical company, I got one in the same town as an accountant across town from his work. We moved in together and on the following Valentine's Day he proposed, I could see it coming. He was rubbish at hiding his feelings. So much so I had a reciprocal ring for him when he asked me, and I was going to ask him if he got cold feet. He did not.

We found that I liked dancing, proper dancing, not throwing yourself around like a lunatic. Ballroom, Mike bless him, tried. He was good if it was quick, but anything with elegance, his feet let him down again. He took lessons. Eventually he only had one left foot, we are not sure where the other one was half the time. It was the elegant ones I enjoyed the most.

We both moved up in our respective companies. Children slowed the dancing down, we still did it on a night out and at company parties we were often seen doing the waltz.

The Tony Villiers incident happened about a year before Zoe was born. We were at my company's summer function when the new guy Tony made a beeline for me. By now most people knew Mike well enough and liked him. I had in the past overheard somebody call us. "The beauty and the beast" then they carried on. "Although he's not a beast, he's a real sweetie but he's certainly punching above his weight." I thought that was about right. I was 5 foot 10 and I had filled out nicely, 36-24-36, everything fitted perfectly. My hair was blonde and wavy and sometimes when I smiled, I felt the corner of my eyes crinkle. Mike loved that. I often went running with Mike to keep looking as good as I did. Mike, well, he was just older, still gangly and awkward, his face still wasn't very pretty, not ugly, just not handsome. It didn't matter, I knew the man inside. Beauty is only skin deep. At least his hair was much tidier these days.

Tony had been flirting with me at work, it seemed harmless. He was an attractive man and quite funny at times, but I think what tipped the boat was when he walked up and asked me to dance. He completely ignored Mike and when I stopped and introduced Mike as my husband, you could see a look of shock on his face. I think Mike took an instant dislike to him which was a pity as I worked well with Tony. We had got a new project off to a good start with Tony as a project manager and I was doing the accounting.

"Just one dance darling and I'll be back." I remember saying that, but it wasn't, it was three. And when Tony escorted me back to where Mike had been standing with a few of my work friends, he wasn't there, and nobody could tell me where he was. Tony asked me if I would like a drink. I said I did. He put his arm around my waist and walked me towards the bar. I thought I should shake it off, but I was listening to Tony. Mike was standing at the bar. He had just picked up some drinks and turned round and saw me walking towards him with another man's arm around my waist, and I was looking up at Tony laughing at a little quip he had made about one of our colleagues' funny habits.

Mike was not happy. I saw that and ignored Tony all night after that.

Mike and I had a discussion on the way home in the car, it was not good. He warned me again about Villers. I didn't take it seriously at the time. I thought it was Mike just being jealous.

The following week I told Mike that Tony and I had to go to see the customer and it will be an overnight stay. I did this occasionally; it wasn't unusual but this time he looked at me and said. "You be careful around Villers, I know that sort, I've seen them around. Do not become a notch on his bedpost and a divorced statistic." He left it at that.

I was aware of what Tony was like, and it was never going to happen. The following day when I got to work there was a small posy of flowers on my desk and a little note 'looking forward to next week TV'.

I went immediately to Tony's desk, threw them onto it and said. "That was inappropriate and do not do it again."

He looked up at me, smiled and said. "With your beauty you can't blame a man for trying, I think I might just have to carry on trying to see where we end up."

"I wouldn't try it, you won't like Mike when he gets angry and if you do continue, I shall have a word with my friend Claire." Tony knew who Claire was, she had interviewed him a couple of months ago for the job.

He just smiled at me, as I walked away I heard him say. "Well, we will just have to see what happens next week in the hotel, you know, good food, good wine, good company, anything is possible."

When I got home, I told Mike all about it. Then to show I loved him. I rocked his world. For a change it was him handcuffed to the bed. I must have teased him three or four times before letting him come. Thinking back, I was wondering if that was the night we made Zoe.

Tony never did make that trip with me. Two days later Tony came in and resigned, his Deputy, Brian and I went to the meeting, we got the business done and after Brian's performance and as Tony had left, Brian got his job. That was good because he and his wife had a new baby to look after, the pay rise would help.

Now it was all coming together, Mike must have had something to do with Tony leaving so suddenly.

It had been a few years since anybody new had joined my company. Then Gerald arrived. It was the Christmas party and I was standing with Mike talking to some work colleagues. Mike and I had just left the dance floor. Gerald walked up, ignoring everyone else and said to me. "Would the lady like to dance? I've seen that she is very good, so I have asked for a waltz to be next."

I thought that was so thoughtful. I didn't do like I normally do when I was approached like that and introduce Mike as my husband. I took his hand and he led me to the dance floor. He was good, very good. We glided around that dance floor like we were on wings. He was out of my league and definitely Mike's. We had two dances and then he led me back to where I had been standing. On the way back I asked where he learned to dance like that? He told me his parents were professionals and ran a dance school and at one time he was one of their instructors.

When we got back Mike said loudly. "Are you not going to introduce your dance partner to me?" By the way he phrased his question I could tell Mike was upset and that was when I realised what I had done. Blast.

"Gerald, this is my husband, Mike." I purposely put the word 'husband' before his name. If Gerald picked up on it, it would tell him how important that Mike was to me. Gerald looked at Mike and offered his hand.

I had seen the look on Gerald's face on other men when they met Mike. It said, 'You are married to that!' Gerald tried to hide it, failed and if I had seen it, so had Mike.

They shook hands, Gerald said to Mike. "Would you mind if I asked the lady to dance again?"

"The lady chooses her own dance partners." Mike was really pissed off.

Gerald looked at me and said. "Maybe a Rumba next?" That was not subtle, and Mike would have picked up on it. The Rumba is known as the dance of love and passion.

I was not going to let that happen. "No, I am not comfortable doing the Rumba, I might accept the occasional waltz after I have danced with my husband."

"You just need a good teacher for the Rumba." Gerald said, he nodded to me and walked away ignoring Mike. The disrespect, insult and offer was not lost on Mike. I decided to limit my dancing with Gerald. But he was good. Mike and I had a few drinks, chatted with friends and had a dance, the throwing yourself about sort. Then a Waltz, as soon as we left the floor Gerald was there and asked me to dance. I accepted, giving Mike a kiss on the cheek. That was how it carried on, every time Mike and I left the floor Gerald was there. I did not accept every offer.

It was getting towards the end of the evening and the music was for slow dances. I had had one with Mike and he popped off to the toilet before we went home. Gerald asked me to dance. I accepted. He was the perfect gentleman holding me just away from him. When the dance finished, he escorted me back to Mike. When we got there Gerald said to Mike. "I return your wife to you for the last dance, I apologise for taking up so much of her time and for how I treated you earlier, I was out of order, but I was taken with her dancing skills. I have not had a partner that good for a while. Again, I am sorry." He put his hand out, Mike took it, they shook hands and Gerald left. We managed the last dance together. I held Mike very close.

Dancing with Gerald was fantastic, but he would have to be controlled. I know what he was after.

Mike gave me his warning on the way home. He added just as we parked the car on our drive. "I do not trust his change of attitude. It's like he realises he will get nowhere with you if I am his enemy."

"Sorry darling, I don't agree. I think he realised he was being a knob. He is not like that at work."

"We will see." That was all he said.

Things settled down, Gerald was not mentioned, I rarely saw him at work, mainly in passing, when I did, I told Mike. Then one day Gerald turned up in my office. "Jackie, my parents have had a cancellation for their lessons tomorrow, the lessons are paid for because of the short notice cancellation. Would you and Mike like to take the opportunity for lessons? I have arranged for Beth from my office to babysit, you will have to pay her something."

"We will see what we can do with Mike's one and a half-left feet. If Mike can't make it, I can always use a partner." That was not going to happen. "I'm afraid I need an answer straight away."

How did he know about Mike's half left foot? That was a personal joke between us, how did he know about that?

I knew Beth, she was a nice girl. We would not mind her babysitting.

"I will phone Mike and ask him now."

Mike was up for it, but wanted to use Sharla, his secretary's daughter if she was available. She was our usual babysitter. Sharla was still struggling a bit after her father passed on, even though it was a few years ago.

We met Gerald's parents; they were nice people and excellent teachers and the lessons were good. Over a few weeks Mike improved a lot. I did notice that Gerald would use me as a partner to demonstrate steps to Mike and then to other class members, cutting in to take me away from Mike to demonstrate something, until the time Mike refused to let go of me and stared Gerald down. Gerald walked away and used his Mother. The drive home after that lesson was quiet. Mike stopped a short distance away from our house, turned, looked at me and said. "He is still chasing you."

What did he mean 'still' chasing me? He never was as far as I was concerned.

"If his chase succeeds it will be very painful for the both of you. Him physically, you mentally." Mike drove on without a word. Mike ran Sharla home, it was only a few minutes away. As he was doing that, I thought about what he said in the quiet of the house and I could see it. Gerald had given something to Mike by improving his dancing but then he kept coming between us separating us. But I enjoyed dancing with him, so I never noticed it.

When Mike got back, I had a beer waiting for him. "I'm sorry sweetheart you are correct. I just didn't see it. He is slowly trying to separate us on the dance floor."

Mike's reply surprised me. "And not just on the dance floor. He is playing the long game."

I thought Mike just put up with the dancing because I liked it then he said something which startled me. "I love dancing with you, I love holding you, caressing you, guiding you and learning with you. I know I'm not very good, but you don't know how much pleasure it gives me when I get half a dozen steps right and you look at me and smile. You may not realise it, but that smile shows me you've recognised my efforts, and my heart goes out to you. Again, you have more of my heart than I do."

Michael's a watcher, a planner, a data gatherer, an analyser and from what he finds out, he works out alternative approaches and solutions to problems. That was his job, I just did arithmetic with money. He was correct, I was warned.

Dancing around the floor with Gerald was like skipping across the waves gently touching the top of each one. I would have to be careful. That evening Mike made love to me, starting slowly and gently building up the speed gradually and pausing at just the right moment. He had to put his hand over my mouth when he slammed into me. Bloody hell that man knows what I like.

After that I often refused Gerald's request to demonstrate with him and he would pick somebody else, usually his Mother. Except it was heavenly, the man could certainly move.

The course was coming to an end. Mike had improved drastically; he only had one left foot and we always knew where the right one was, if he wasn't always fully in control of it. Gerald asked for us to wait behind on the penultimate lesson. He took us to one side, sat us down and he said to us. "Mike I'm sorry, you may not like this, but I have been invited to dance in a Competition in Gravesend." That was the next town over about 20 miles away. "And I would like Jackie to be my partner. The only other person which is close to her skill level is my mother and that would not seem right. So please may I borrow your wife for a night to enter this competition. I will tell you now, I don't expect to win but the experience of dancing under pressure would be good for both of us. It will mean more practising."

I knew about the competition, but this was the first I knew of Gerald being invited to enter and him wanting me to be his partner. Being invited to enter was, I thought, a little strange, maybe something to do with the dance school. I would love to dance in a competition and Mike knew it. I could see he was conflicted; I tried to keep my face neutral. "As I said before, my wife chooses her own partners." I noticed previously he said 'dance partners'. He looked at me, giving me the choice. I thought about it for a bit. I would love to do it.

"When is it?" I asked.

"In two weeks, we'll have to dance the Paso Doble, Rumba and Waltz."

Mike is quite good at Paso Doble because it is fast.

I looked at Mike. "You know I would love to do this; do you mind?"

"If it makes you happy it's okay. Just heed my warnings."

I looked at Gerald. "Yes, it appears I am up for it, but I have three stipulations. Mike comes with me to the competition. We go home after the event that evening. I don't care how long it lasts. And it is just the one competition; there will be no more." ​​

Gerald agreed to all three. I was over the moon.

We practised a lot, Jasmine and Ralph always seemed to be there for coaching. Mike came to the dance studio, even brought the children when Beth or Sharla was not available. Sometimes even in the foyer at work at lunch time, it was big enough. Then it was just the two of us. He seemed to hold me a little closer when we were dancing on our own. I overheard someone say. "I bet those two are at 'it' to be that good."

I must admit I was starting to get a little enamoured with Gerald when we danced, it was so good, we were so attuned. I found myself wondering what he would be like in bed. I had to push that thought aside. It was wrong.

Jasmine was a mature but very good looking woman, she excluded confidence. Ralph was an older version of Gerald. I thought he had a slight limp. It did not affect his dancing. Although he would spend some time sitting down at the piano. I could see both of them in Gerald.

After a particularly smooth lesson at the school, I really did feel like we were gliding on air. The smile I had on my face was genuine, looking up into Gerald's handsome face was a pleasure. The steps came effortlessly, he didn't need to guide me, we knew where to go, where to step and I must admit it got me a bit tingly.

When we got home, I put the children to bed whilst Mike took Sharla home. I completely stripped and applied a little makeup and perfume. I was waiting for him on the bed. The only thing I ate that night was Mike's cum. I felt excellent, so much so I sat on top. I know Mike likes that, he just lets me control the pace. I moved up and down on him slowly, kissing his neck then looking at his face. But then it was wrong, I kept on seeing Gerald's face smiling down at me. I could not do that. I turned around and I was reverse cowgirl. I put a lot of effort into it up and down. I even leaned down and nibbled his toes, that was something we had never done before, but I saw he had cute feet. He started thrusting up into me, I clenched and with a mighty thrust he came and so did I. I fell forward on to his legs. Tears poured from my eyes. I eased myself off him and turned around. I took him in my mouth again to clean him up. Looking up at him, I smiled. He held his hands out to me and pulled me up beside him. He wrapped his warm comforting arms around me. I was about to nod off when Mike said. "You were thinking of him, weren't you?"

I sprang up. His brow was furrowed, I know that look, it is the one when he doesn't believe me when I tell a white lie, I was not going to risk it. "I'm sorry sweetheart I couldn't get his face out of my head, and it didn't seem right to look at the one I love with his face in my mind. I'm sorry I didn't know what else to do." He reached up, took my head in his hands and gently pulled me down for a kiss. "I can sort of understand that, but I don't like it. If that happens again you look at me. You stare at me, you burn my ugly mug into your mind, you burn my love for you into your heart, and he will disappear in a puff of smoke." I leaned down and kissed such a wise man.

It was planned that Mike and Gerald's parents came with us to the competition. We had Beth booked as a babysitter, but she pulled out at the last minute, Sharla was not available. Mike was not a happy man. Jasmine told Mike she would stream the dancing to him. That seemed to placate him a little, but he was not happy.

He was on the phone when I came down in my best dress to get his opinion. He hung up. The dress was the one I felt most comfortable in. It had a tight bodice, strapless and a flowing skirt. It was his absolute favourite. I felt great in this dress. I often wore it for Mike on a night out, not just for dancing. I wore stockings with it for Mike and loved giving him a twirl so he could see more stocking tops. I had to be a bit careful where or when I did that, he loved it.

I would show him how grateful I was for letting me do this. It would be a good night when I got home.

Mike looked at me and shook his head. "You save that one for me." I understood where he was coming from. That was his favourite which is why I wore it. He would not be able to get to the competition. To me, wearing that dress was a link to Mike sitting at home. I do not think he saw it that way.

With no argument I changed into my second best dress. He came out with me to my car and waved me off. I glanced in the rear-view mirror, he was not happy, his shoulders were slumped.

The dancing was fantastic, the atmosphere, the attention, the lights. It was heavenly. We did okay in the Paso Doble, not bad in the Rumba, but we absolutely nailed the Waltz. We floated around that dance floor as if our feet were not on the ground.

When we finished the audience were applauding loudly. Some were standing up. When we left the dance floor I could not keep the grin off my face. Gerald had his arm around me as he escorted me off the floor, he gave me a squeeze, I looked up at him, he leaned down and kissed me on the lips, I did not pull away, it felt good. When we separated, I realised Jasmine was streaming this to Mike. What would he think If he saw that? I stepped away from Gerald and felt my smile fall away. I looked across at Jasmine. She was not videoing us, she was panning the crowd, getting their reaction. That was good, but I felt guilty for continuing the kiss, and enjoying it. I would have to be open and honest with Mike in case it came out later, someone would have taken a photo or video. But I would be honest about how I was feeling. I admit I was on a high. This was absolutely fantastic.

I felt sorry for Mike that he could not be here to enjoy the event and the atmosphere with me. I asked Jasmine if she was still streaming it home to Mike. She told me she was, she gave me a wry smile, put her hand on my arm and said. "Don't worry, I didn't get the kiss."

I was relieved for now, I could enjoy that rest of the evening and explain fully to Mike when I get home. I am sure he will understand I was on a high and not fully in control.

The results were announced 5th in the Rumba, 4th in the Paso Doble. But first in the Waltz, overall, we were third. It was a fantastic night, now I really wished Mike could be here. There were to be interviews for the top three and their guests. We were invited to dinner in a local hotel restaurant next to the hall. That was when I felt uneasy, everybody knew Jasmine and Ralph were there, but when we were escorted to our table there were only two place settings. Surely there should have been 5 including Mike, he only cancelled at the last minute. I gave Mike a quick call letting him know that Jasmine and Ralph had left but I was heeding his warnings. He did not answer, I left him a voicemail.

The whole point of the meal was to interview the winning couples. I made sure I sat opposite Gerald when we settled down. The food was good. Gerald kept on trying to top up my wine glass, but I was driving. I suspect he was trying to get me to have too much so I would not drive. I must admit I was on a high after winning the Waltz.

Gerald was attractive, even sexy. Tempted? Yes I was, I knew what he was doing. I must admit a little bit of me did wonder what he would be like. It was only for a second or so, it was not worth risking everything I had, and it would be wrong!

Gerald was invited for an interview about the dance school, I was invited as well but declined. After he finished Gerald came back and slid in beside me instead of sitting opposite like he had done. He took my hand and told me that he had a room booked in the hotel and he would like to discuss more dancing competitions. That got me a little annoyed, I had told him this was the only competition I would do with him. I will admit I thoroughly enjoyed the dancing and was tempted to carry on with it. But I knew exactly what the invite to the room meant, again I was tempted, I would be able to fend him off. But it was crossing a line and was not worth throwing everything I had away for.

Then we heard a car alarm go off, somebody went outside and asked who has the Audi Q7. I knew Gerald had a Q7. He went to the front door and turned it off with his remote. It came back 'on' 30 seconds later. After Gerald reset it, it went off again Gerald swore and left. He disappeared out of the view of the restaurant front window.

Somebody screamed as a figure came hurtling past the front window, the lighting was not good from inside the hotel restaurant. A strange looking creature walked up to the victim, he was holding a stick. At first, I thought it was a baseball bat, but it was longer than that. I recognised it, it was a Snooker cue. He was using it as a walking stick, but it would make a nasty weapon if swung accurately. A thought flashed through my mind. A snooker cue and the victim's testicles. Cue the balls.

The creature swung its foot and then stamped on the victim's chest. We could not make out who the victim was. But I had an idea. I rushed to the front of the restaurant, I was right, it was Gerald. The figure leaned down, it looked bulky and bulging in all the wrong places and it was green. By now people had their phone cameras out. Nobody rushed to help Gerald being beaten up. What a strange world we live in. I rushed to the door and went outside. There was this large hulking great green figure, well above my height. Then I got it, he growled at me. He looked like the TV series 'The Hulk'. He stomped off, he was walking very awkwardly.

A flicker of a memory came into my head, but I looked down at Gerald, he was my immediate concern. He was a mess, his right foot was well out of line with his leg. There were round prints on his shirt and he was clutching his groin. There was a big round bruise forming on his cheek and he was crying.

No, it couldn't be, but that memory stuck in my head. I would have to check it, but no, no way.

All of a sudden blue lights were flashing as the emergency service turned up. A waiter from the restaurant asked if I was going to go with him to the hospital. I was tempted, but I said. "No, I am only his dance partner." That was all, but I told the waiter I would inform his parents. My mind was in a whirl, I was struggling to understand what had just gone down.

Once Gerald was in the ambulance, I phoned Jasmine and told her what happened. They were obviously on speakerphone in a car. She asked If I was going with him to the hospital. I told them I was on my way home to my husband. There was silence on the end of the phone. I carried on. "You were supposed to be there, why did that change?"

"We thought you would like to celebrate together." Said Jasmine quietly.

Then I got it. "This was a setup, wasn't it?" It was still quiet on the phone. "He was trying to seduce me. And you two were in on it? That is why you left. There were only two place settings at the table. This was all planned, I bet that includes Beth cancelling at the last minute." I was angry now. How dare they. "Why? Why would you help your son seduce a married woman? If I was stupid enough to do it and Mike found out, he would divorce me, I would lose everything I hold dear to me."

Ralph was notably quiet throughout this. Jasmine said. "Mike would never know, and you would be too guilty to say anything. We wouldn't say anything and once the two of you made love a few times and got into the rhythm your dancing would improve."

What!

I shouted. "There was not going to be any more dancing, I said just once. Gerald agreed."

"After doing so well we thought you would change your mind."

"Did you not see how Mike supported me, did you not see my children, why would I risk that? Never speak to me again."

Then for the first time Ralph spoke in the background. "It would have been good for the school to have a pair of winners on the team."

My mouth hung open. I could not believe what they were planning to do to my life for their precious dance school. I hung up and blocked their number and Gerald's. I had reached my car. As I left town I phoned Mike. The ringtone made a little hiccup. I recognised that sound. Mike answered after a few rings. I told him what had gone down, and I was on my way home. I was crying. He told me to pull into a lay-by and not drive whilst upset. He was right. I could hardly see through the tears. I parked and told him everything, he was very supportive and calming. Eventually I got myself together and told him I would be home as soon as I could. He told me to be careful, and he was waiting for me. There were several things going around my head. The background noise didn't sound right for home. I tracked his phone. It was at home. But I still had theories.

Then a thought flashed through my mind. Did Gerald sleep with his mother to improve his dancing with her? When they danced together it certainly looked like they had a connection, they seemed to move sensually with each other. I wondered if Ralph would be okay with that, did he know? I pushed that thought out of my mind.

I parked my car and walked past Mike's. I just wondered, I ran my hand over the bonnet, it was cold he had not been anywhere. He would not leave the children.

I went in and there was my gangly Mike, arms open wide, I walked into them. His arms around me and held me. I thought he was going to crush me. He leaned back and said. "Jasmine sent everything, you looked fantastic. You got every award you deserved." He said as he poured me a glass of wine. We sat and I explained to him the whole experience. Including Gerald's beating. I did not let on my suspicions.

I reached across, took his hand and said to him. "My love, I wish he could have been you for the dancing, I really do."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself Jackie, you know I could never match up to Gerald's dancing, or his looks."

That throwaway comment. "his looks," threw me, where did that come from, I would ignore it for now.

I did not rock his world that night. I was too worn out with the events. The following day my parents had Zoe and Ben and we got all kissy face, and a lot of other things too. I made use of the handcuffs so he could not stop me giving him my bum. He did not use our safety word, so I guessed he was okay with it.

On Sunday I got a message from Beth. Gerald was badly injured, his right ankle was completely crushed, he had some genital damage and a couple of bruises on his body. He would not be at work for the foreseeable future.

I had several theories. I had to get to the bottom of this.

We had an excellent rest of the weekend. We took the children to the zoo. Went to see Mike's parents. They had also watched the streamed dancing from Jasmine's phone. Mike's Dad did comment halfway through the waltz. "That looks a bit close to me." Mike's Dad knew nothing about dancing, fortunately.

I went to work on Monday. It would seem strange if I didn't. It had got out that Gerald and I did quite well in the dancing. Probably dancing in the foyer highlighted to folk what we were doing. I did get asked several questions about what happened to Gerald. All I told them was I thought it was a mugging when he went out to sort out his car alarm. I suggested he might have been targeted because of his expensive car.

I went home early that afternoon, there were things I needed to check.

I went up into the loft. And there it was, hanging on a coat hanger. Several years ago, because Mike was so thin we got him an Incredible Hulk costume from Amazon to wear to a Halloween party. The one we got was too big, and I had to pull some of the stuffing out and close the seams. It was all lumpy, it had lumps over the lumps, and they were all in the wrong place. I am no good at sewing.

But it didn't matter, everybody got the joke. Stick man trying to be the Hulk. It was a good night, but that did not explain how the Hulk I saw was a good six inches taller than my Mike. I picked up the Hulk costume shoes. There were no holes in them, then I had an idea. I went into Mike's gardening shed and there were his gardening boots. I turned them over and there was a hole in each sole and heel. It looked like they were being filled up with gorilla glue. Okay he had used something to raise himself up. I could see nothing in his workshop. His workshop was its usual total mess. How does he ever find anything on a workbench so cluttered with tools and stuff?

I scoured the garden, the kitchen. I did not look in our bedroom although I had 6 inch heels. My feet were completely different size to Mike's and my shoes would not have done the damage I saw on Gerald. I made myself a coffee and sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace, and there it was, the log basket was full. It had been empty up until Friday night. Mike would not have lit the lounge fire for just himself.

And there they were at the bottom of the log basket. Four logs each with a hole drilled through the middle and when I got them out they were exactly the same size, about six inches high, that would have made my Mike look well over six feet.

I knew what I had to do. I went shopping at the local hardware shop. I made cottage pie, absolutely one of Mike's favourites, the kids love it too. Mike got in just as I was serving dinner to the children. He looked at me quizzically. "We're having ours later, just getting our little beauties sorted out. I have something for you tonight." Mike sat opposite the children, he dipped his finger into Ben's gravy, licked his finger and looked at me and said quietly. "Yummy."

Zoe went "Yuck."

I was confused, so I asked her. "What do you mean yuck?"

As nine year olds can do, she said to me. "Mummy and Daddy are going to get all kissy face."

I felt my face blush. I looked at Mike, he was just sitting there smiling.

We sorted out Zoe's homework, it is very light for kids that age. Mike and I sat down to have our dinner. I got a bottle of Abbots Reserve ale out for Mike. I made sure he had plenty of gravy. He loves my onion gravy. When we had finished eating, I gave him a box and told him to open it, but not to put you on the table. It was bad luck. He looked quizzical, he put it on his knees and ripped off the wrapping and opened the box that contained a pair of work boots. Looking at him I said. "I think your old work boots are going to leak. I've bought you a new pair." He tilted his head to one side and gave me a small smile.

Standing up I said. "I'm feeling chilly Darling, would you mind lighting the fire, I know it's not normal, but you know." I smiled and winked at him. He knew. "I have made it, all you need to do is set a match to the kindling. I'm going to pop upstairs and check on the children."

With that I left without giving him a chance to answer. I had a quick look at the children. They were asleep all arms and legs akimbo. I put their blankets back over them and went into our bedroom and changed. Something I knew Mike would appreciate. I walked down the stairs in six inch heels, definitely not good for dancing but excellent for fucking. I got down the stairs and Mike turned to look at me and said. "Wow, how to make an entrance."

I smiled, reached behind myself, pulled the zip down and let the dress fall off revealing my Basque. "No this is how you make an entrance." I stepped out of my dress. He came to me and took me in his gangly loving arms. He led me back in front of the fire that was crackling nicely. We were nearly there when I said. "Sorry darling I have something to do." I went to the log box, delved into the bottom and pulled out four logs with holes drilled through the middle and placed them on the fire.

He truly rocked my night. One thing he can do slowly is to make love to me.

Laying in his arms I quietly asked him. "So, who babysat?"

"Karina. Sharla's mum." She lent me her car and her phone, I forwarded mine to hers."

I got up on one elbow and looked at him and said. "I must thank her sometime." I paused. "I was quite safe, you know."

He raised himself up to look at me then he said something which hurt me, a little bit, but it was probably true, which is why it hurt. "But you were tempted weren't you, just a little."

I looked down "Yes, for a few seconds as we were coming off that dance floor. I was on high, but it was only a few seconds. I had too much to lose, but yes being completely honest I was tempted. But it was wrong. He kissed me, I was going to tell you about the kiss, but after all that happened it didn't seem necessary."

"I saw it."

"What! You saw it."

"I was there in the corner, I saw you come off the dance floor and the two of you kiss, the way you looked at him. Then I saw you pull away from him and a look of guilt or it could have been disgust cross your face. You rushed to talk to Jasmine."

"I'm sorry sweetie, he caught me unawares and I was on a high, nothing would have happened."

He smiled at me. "Whilst I trust you, I just removed the temptation. And to show him the error of trying to seduce married women. Enough said." I leaned across and kissed him. He was a wonderful man, and he was mine.

When the fire went out it woke us up and we went upstairs to bed. I would have had to explain to Zoe we had been kissy facing if they found us in the morning.

That evening in front of the fire I had admitted to myself and to Mike the dancing was fantastic, the pleasure, the adrenaline, the attention and there was a temptation, albeit only a few seconds, but who knows what would have happened if we kept dancing together. But Mike sorted it, as he always does. I would have to repay him with something special, something new.

Then it came to me. He finishes work early on Friday and Karina does too. I took Friday afternoon off and I turned up at his office. Karina was there. I gave her a box of chocolates. There was a card attached that just said 'thank you'. She phoned Mike and told him I was here. She indicated that I should go in. She might have wondered why I was wearing a Macintosh on a warm day carrying Mike's lunch in a brown paper bag.

The brown paper bag had more than his sandwiches in it. I dropped it on his desk. I was pretty sure he would hear the rattle of the handcuffs.

Mike got up from behind his desk and came towards me but caught his foot on the desk leg and nearly fell over. I took hold of him and pushed him back against the end of his desk. I took a step back, opened my Macintosh and dropped it on the floor.

I stood there in the corset I wore on our wedding night. It didn't fit quite as well as it did, it was all very tight. He would have seen the key to the handcuff key on the chain around my neck if he was in any doubt what was in the bag. I moved towards him, undid the belt of his trousers and lowered his zip. Looking him in the eyes I kissed him and got down on my knees, he was already hard. I took him deeply into my mouth. I know what he likes and I had been doing it for a few minutes when his phone rang. I saw him reach for it. I grabbed his hand. He needs to concentrate on what I'm doing. We might be at his work, but this was about his pleasure. All of a sudden the door burst open and there was Karina. Blast, I forgot to lock it in my excitement. A hand flashed to her mouth. "I, I'm sorry, the MD wants to see you at 1:00. Sorry, I'll tell him you're busy." She stepped out of the room.

Bugger, my man got a bit soft. I simply concentrated more. I felt him twitch, that was enough I stood, took his hand and led him across to one of the two armchairs he has in his office. I bent over one reached behind myself and opened myself up for him. He went in smooth and firm, all the way. I didn't expect to come, this was for his pleasure not mine. But he carried on just the way I like it. I shoved my hand in my mouth so as not to make too much noise. We recovered and I used my mouth to clean him up. I tucked him away and did his zip and belt up and said. "I believe you've got a meeting with the MD."

It would be embarrassing for him to walk past Karina. But I'm sure he will manage. As he left the room, he turned to me, smiled and blew me a kiss. I was just glad he hadn't used the handcuffs on me. For Karina to see me with my hands cuffed behind my back, with my husband's cock in my mouth would have been mega embarrassing.

I straightened myself up and I went out. I stood in front of Karina and lowered my head. "I'm sorry, Karina, you shouldn't have to witness that. I should have made sure the door was locked. I apologise wholeheartedly." I looked at her and I saw sadness in her eyes.

A thought fleetingly crossed my mind. Did she wish she had been the one on her knees in front of my husband. That was unfair of me.

"Next time you come to visit I will know what to expect." She said.

I smiled at her, I wouldn't do that to her again, that would embarrass her too much.

Epilogue.

The police had a quick chat with me, but that was all. Gerald did not return to work. He had to use a walking stick, his right leg never fully recovered. He left work and went to his parent's dance school. Strangely enough the media attention they got from the 'mugging' after doing so well at the competition attracted a lot of would-be dancers to the dance school. I don't believe Gerald ever danced another competition again.

Just after the lessons started the school suddenly shut down. I was told by Beth that a hate campaign was run against the school on social media with pictures of Gerald and a warning. 'This man thinks having sex with your wife will improve your dancing'. It managed to reach a lot of people before it was taken down. When the students returned to their cars after a lesson there were leaflets under wiper blades with similar warnings also implying Jasmine and Ralph would assist Gerald in screwing their partners. The hate campaign followed them to their next school. Mike and I saw some lovely parts of the country.

I know nothing about ballroom dancing apart from what I have researched on Google and saw on Strictly Come Dancing when we watched it years ago. I needed something to tempt Jackie.