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First published: 27 August 2014

The Perfect Husband
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Impregnation

I should have been the happiest woman alive; I had the most perfect husband in the world, lived in the biggest house on the development. Johnny, my husband had planned everything, he had a great job, he asked me to marry him when I was nineteen and he told me on that day that he wanted four children, two boys and two girls, what order they came out in he would leave up to me but he bought a six bedroom house in a walled development so that we would have enough room to grow our large family.

Johnny had a very important job, it involved a lot of travelling but for the first year of our marriage he tried to make me pregnant every single day that he was home. And after a year we both started to worry that I hadn't fallen. I went to the best fertility clinic in the country and saw the best consultant in his field. I went through three months of tests and examinations in the book, took every scan imaginable.

I didn't have a single one of the risk factors, I had been a virgin on my wedding night, I had never smoked, never drank alcohol, my BMI was absolutely perfect and I had never taken any form of birth control in my life, never used drugs of any kind and had never had any childhood illnesses that could reduce fertility.

In the end my doctor told me that I was A1, my fallopian tubes were the best he had ever seen in his life and he has seen both of them through a laparoscope, my uterus was like the Nile Valley, luxuriant and fertile. I was producing an egg every twenty-eight days and it was travelling at exactly the perfect rate to its destination. "We have to start looking at your husband, at least he has it easy, he just has to come in, read a little 'Adult literature', do what comes naturally and it's all over, we'll either know he's the problem or he'll get the all clear.

Well, to say that Johnny wasn't at all impressed at the idea of visiting my doctor and taking a wank in his treatment room was an understatement but he did it begrudgingly. Johnny was known around the world as a force of nature in the banking world and that wasn't just a figure of speech, he was really well known for being focused, strong and dynamic, thrusting, energetic and driven in the banking sector. Unfortunately his sperm weren't singing from the same hymn sheet.

The doctor's report on Johnny's sperm said that his swimmers had very different characters to him, his sperm were weak, they had poor focus and lacked direction, a high percentage of his little fellers were malformed. Johnny had a very low sperm count and of the few sperm that he actually produced, less than one percent were actually viable sperm. My doctor's prognosis was that in vitro fertilisation would be out of the question, too great a chance of using a mutant sperm in the process and the outcome could be any kind of genetic problems if a baby was produced. The best medical advice that we could be given was AID, Artificial Insemination by Donor but Johnny didn't even want to talk about it.

After Johnny's visit to my fertility specialist he threw himself into his work, he had worked hard before but he had always made time for me, for sex as well as to just do things with me and for me to keep me happy and occupied.

I went close to a year and hardly saw my husband I certainly didn't see him between my legs in that year. The result of so little love and so little contact with my husband did depress me a little, even to the point of going to see my doctor to see if he could give me something to help. Johnny was in Canada; he was auditing the bank's offices in three Canadian cities and was due to be there for three weeks but on the first Friday of the three weeks I got a surprise. I'd been working in the back garden, weeding and the like and just after five o'clock I went in the house to make a cup of tea and spotted Johnny's car, through the living room window, out on the drive.

I searched through the lower floor of the house and couldn't find my husband anywhere. I started up the stairs and half way up I heard running water from our en-suit bathroom and even from the stairs I could smell the perfume of one of my scented bath bombs. Johnny was sitting at the side of the bath swirling the water to mix in the foaming bomb, well, not just one bomb, he'd used at least two and the bath was foaming like a volcano was erupting inside my bathtub.

Johnny had worked sixteen hour days for four days to finish off the Toronto office so that he could come home for the weekend and return to Ottawa on the following Monday. To me that seemed like a massive step after so long. I was about to go through to my wardrobe to pick out what I was going to wear after my bath but Johnny stopped me, "You go and get in the bath, I'm taking you to the Rugby Club tonight, they're having a disco to raise funds for new kit. And talking of new kit, I saw some things in Canada that I thought you'd look nice in so I picked them up for you. I'd love it if you wore them for me to the disco tonight."

I spent almost an hour just lazing in the bath, my mind was a confusion of thoughts, for a start, I loved dancing and discos but Johnny didn't like the loud noise and the crush of sweaty bodies. In the past three years Johnny had given a generous donation to the rugby club fund when they organised a disco night but we'd never been to it. Because of Johnny's financial acumen he actually went over to the rugby club after a disco to look after the accounts, getting the banking done and setting up a schedule of payments so that the suppliers get paid but only on the last day allowed, some contracts called for payment within thirty days, some sixty days and some ninety days. Johnny's motto was always, 'Better a day in my account than a day in yours'.

I got out of the bath, wrapped myself in a huge fluffy bath sheet and wandered into my bedroom; Johnny had laid my clothes out on the bed, black RHT stockings and black suspender belt, Black silk and lace bra, half cup or shelf style, a black leather micro-mini skirt and mainly black leather waistcoat style top. The top was mainly black leather but with red leather panels inset across the front and back. There seemed to be a black silk eye-patch but no panties or blouse. I didn't have a black blouse in my wardrobe but I did have a red one and a huge number of white ones.

I walked to the top of the stairs and called down to Johnny to ask him if I should wear the red blouse or a white one under the waistcoat, it sounded like he was in the kitchen, eventually he came out into the hallway, he was wearing a pinafore over his shirt and trousers and he was holding the large salad spoons in his hands dripping French dressing. "No, everything you need is on your bed, just try it all on and come down so I can see what you look like."

I returned to my bedroom and started dressing from the stockings up, when I picked up the suspender belt the eye-patch rolled over and I realised that far from being an eye-patch it was meant to be the panties with the bra and suspender belt set, the smallest thong I'd seen in my life. I stepped into the knickers and pulled them up; the tiny black triangle did nothing at all to cover my own triangle. I stood looking at myself in the mirror; a black and tan image looked back at me, black silk of the thong and tan, or rather bright ginger wiry frill all around it. The picture looked totally ridiculous to me and I guess it would look totally ridiculous to my husband too when he saw it.

I had two options to choose from, make my husband happy by wearing what he wanted me too or find a pair of my own black bikini panties, they wouldn't have been silk and wouldn't have matched the rest of the lingerie set but I wouldn't feel quite so stupid. I looked towards the chest of drawers that held my bras and knickers and my eyes were drawn to something that was way out of place. There was a small black box, sitting on the top of my chest of drawers; the name on the box was French but the picture showed a man trimming his beard.

I took a deep breath; Johnny hadn't said anything but he had given me a third choice, a beard trimmer meant that I could trim down my strawberry patch so that it would all fit under the silk triangle. I unpacked the trimmer, it already had batteries in it and when I flicked the switch it buzzed into life. I spread a hand towel on the floor and stepped out of the thong. I took the guard off of the trimmer and started to cut three straight lines to form a perfect triangle allowing red snow to fall onto the white hand towel.

To me I thought my snatch looked slightly ridiculous with such a small triangle of hair that was so thick, I looked a little like a Mohican doing a handstand. I put the guard on top of the trimmer and set the height of the guard to twelve, twelve what don't ask me, probably twelve millimetres but it looked like about half the height of the longest hairs that were still covering my cunt mound. I gave my fanny a quick buzz-cut so that every hair was the same length and it formed a ginger sward that looked less random. A picture of perfection in uniformity, you couldn't play bowls or cricket on it but it looked far better and when I stepped back into my panties it actually looked perfect from my angle.

When I put the bra on it lifted my breasts, made my cleavage look massive but also perfectly framed by the black lace trim. When I looked at my reflection I realised that there were flecks of red inside the lace, the swell of my breasts caused the lace to stand slightly and my reflection in my mirror looked like my breasts were ringed by some kind of small black flowers with bright red stamen. When the skirt settled in place on my hips I checked my reflection once again, when I stood bolt upright there was still a fraction of the reinforcement at the tops of my stockings on display, leaving no one in any doubt that I was wearing stockings rather than tights.

I took a deep breath once again, the last item of clothing was still laying there on the bed, I'd worn short skirts before but I had never been out wearing anything like the waistcoat with no other top under it before. The waistcoat could have been made to measure as I buttoned the front closed the lace frill of my bra was still on show, in fact the leather top seemed to have been cut deliberately to follow the top seam if my bra, just below the lace border. The stiffness of the leather waistcoat seemed to help push my breasts up even higher. In the mirror I looked like I had thirty-eight 'D' cup breasts rather than my real thirty-six 'C' cup.

I went to my wardrobe, I had ten pairs of black leather shoes with varying cuts, shapes and heel sizes but looking back me on the shelf were actually eleven pairs of black shoes, one pair stood out more than the rest, the heels were higher and the black patent leather almost illuminated my whole wardrobe and then I noticed that the shoes that I had never seen before had tiny heart shaped piercings through the patent leather uppers that showed glimpses of red through. Johnny had obviously bought me the shoes to go with my new outfit but he was basically leaving the choice to me, new shoes and discos seldom made a good combination.

I slipped my feet into the shoes; the extra height that I wasn't used too did give me a few dramatic moments as I walked back and forth in my bedroom as I watched myself, I was surprised at just how comfortable the shoes were as soon as I got used to the height and just how damned sexy I looked in the mirror as I walked up and down in the privacy of my own bedroom. It bothered me slightly that when I walked the hem of the leather skirt lifted slightly and slowed a flash of the lacy fastener of my suspender belt beneath.

'Well, here goes', I headed off carefully down the stairs, Johnny was waiting for me in the dining room, he had prepared me a beautiful salmon salad with freshly made French dressing, there was also a large glass of Zinfandel wine sitting at the side of my plate, the wine perfectly complimented the salmon, even though I didn't often drink alcohol I finished the wine and the food and felt quite light headed and merry by seven o'clock when Johnny said, "Right, time for the disco."

The rugby club car park was rammed full of cars, so much so that Johnny had to park out in the lane leading to the club. He linked arms with me and we walked through the gates together. The veranda around the club had loads of men standing around drinking and smoking, the sound of their conversations almost louder than the sound of the music seeping out of the old club-house. Within six feet of the gates there wasn't so much as a murmur coming from the men standing around the outside of the club, every face was turned towards Johnny and me as we walked towards the building. Mouths were gaping open, eyes were standing out on stalks and I could feel the heat if their eyes burning into my body.

I wasn't quite sure if I really liked to be quite that much the centre of attention, the last time I felt so much on show was my wedding day but this was different, the men looking at me at that moment were lusting after my body and that thought sent a shiver through my body. I didn't know hardly any of the men but James knew every one of them, at last I saw a face I recognised, a man who I only knew by his nickname which was Twinny, everyone called him Twinny and they called Johnny Twinny-two. The main reason was that the two men, although they had no blood ties, were both exactly the same height, weight, body shape, hair colour and eye colour. Where they differed though, Johnny was younger by four or five years, he was driven and successful and well educated and well off where Twinny was laidback, easy going, uneducated and almost unemployed. Twinny worked as a labourer on building sites or farms, taking work on a day by day basis, he described himself as strong in arm and weak in head but he had hidden depths, he was clever and witty, fun to talk too, unpretentious and totally honest.

Twinny spotted us and waved two tickets in his hand, "Two, over here, I've got your tickets, we've got a table in the bar, a bit quieter in there away from the atomic speakers of the disco."

Twinny kissed my cheek when we reached him and commented on how nice I smelled, he even managed to pick out the smells of the different perfumed oils that had made up the bath bombs, he rattled them off, "Rose, Lilac, Orange Blossom, Jojoba, Dianthus and Woodbine!" He sniffed again and turned away from me, "No, not Woodbine, Brian can you fuck off and stop blowing your smoke over us!"

Twinny showed us to the small table that he had saved for me and Johnny and he was about to leave us to our privacy, Twinny wasn't actually working but as a way of keeping costs down and profits up he was collecting glasses and washing up behind the bar. Johnny fetched us two drinks; he was drinking light beer because he was driving but he bought me a vodka and slimline tonic.

It was weird but the DJ seemed to be using the playlist from my MP3 player, his choice of music could have been tailer made for me, within seconds my feet were tapping and my legs were fidgeting, Johnny took my hand and led me to the small dance floor. We danced to two tracks and I could tell that the vibrations from the huge base speakers were starting to get to Johnny and I was ready to go back to the slightly quieter area in the bar that Twinny had reserved for us.

Twinny was just walking past us looking for errant glasses and Johnny caught his arm, "Twinny, dance with Vicky for me I'm getting a headache from the noise."

"It'll be my pleasure Two, leave her to me."

Twinny and I danced three dances together; he was flirting with me outrageously and being totally attentive to me as we danced, he told me jokes that made me laugh so hard that I almost wet my pants. When the fourth track started Twinny was ready to carry on but I could see tables filling up with empty glasses on the tables all around the dance floor, I also noticed that there were seven single men all watching every move I made as I was dancing and I began to feel very self-conscious because the back of my skirt kept flicking up slightly, if I were wearing 'proper' knickers it wouldn't have been nearly so embarrassing for me but the thong that Johnny had brought me would make it look like I was dancing commando to anyone standing behind me. Oh my God, the men who were sitting could probably see even more!"

My hands shot straight to the back of my skirt and pulled it down, I told Twinny that I was ready to go back to the table and he linked his arm in mine and escorted me back to my table, my left arm linked in his, my right hand behind me holding my skirt down, just in case.

Johnny jumped to his feet and took my arm from Twinny, he was guiding me to the comfortable seat against the wall and I was about to sit down when I looked out into the room, my legs in that ridiculously short skirt would be pointing right out across the open room. I know... I know that I had sat for twenty minutes like that before I went to dance but that was before I realised that I was the main attraction of the rugby club fundraiser.

I sat on Johnny's seat, his jacket was draped around the back and that gave me a good feeling of security, I would be less visible from the side with Johnny's jacket covering most of my backside. Johnny passed me my drink, "Drink up, time for me to get another."

I tried to protest, I'd had a large glass of wine with dinner and I was sure that the vodka had been a large one as well, or at least the swimming feeling in my head told me that it had been but Johnny insisted that I have at least one more drink. Twinny passed our table several times carrying huge stacks of pint glasses. Unfortunately when he collected short or wine glasses he could only carry a few at a time as they wouldn't stack inside each other. It was probably a good thing for Twinny that the ratio of men to women at the disco was almost eighty to twenty, probably not such a good thing for the men though, four men chasing every girl for a dance.

Johnny's ringtone sounded somewhere close to my kidneys, I looked over towards the bar, Johnny had managed to mine his way up to the bar and there were a dozen men behind him. I wouldn't usually do it but as it was his works cell phone and it was ten o'clock in the evening I guessed it was something urgent, that or someone in Australia had just woken up and was expecting to find that Johnny was still there as he had been a month ago.

I answered his phone, it was Glen, Johnny's PA from work and he was in quite a flap, "Shit has hit the fan, pardon my language. It's seven AM in Melbourne and we have until nine o'clock to restructure a multibillion dollar finance package or the deal that Johnny worked on all last month will default and we'll lose our collective shirts. Tell Johnny that we need him in the office here as soon as possible or even sooner if he could arrange it. Tell him, make him realise how urgent it is."

Johnny sauntered back to our table carrying three drinks, my glass of vodka, his light beer and a pint of heavy. My vodka looked like yet another large one. I told Johnny about the phone call, he apologised, took his phone and headed for the door dialling his office as he walked. Twinny walked up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders, he was kneading my shoulder muscles and I almost melted under his firm hands. It was a good job that Twinny and Johnny had dressed differently or I may well have embarrassed myself with him.

"Fat Ron behind the bar said that Two had got me a drink in, where's he gone then?"

I worked hard to get the tremble out of my voice, "Johnny's outside on the phone!"

"Oh cool, but where's Two?"

I couldn't believe it, Johnny and Twinny had been friends for something like ten years and Twinny didn't even know Johnny's real name, "He's outside with Johnny."

"Oh cool, so, where did he put my drink then?"

I pointed to the pint of heavy, "That's yours, the pint but you'll probably end up with all three if we have to go!"

"Twinny picked up the bottle of light beer and screwed his face up, "Devils water, I don't think so, my mum told me to never let the Devil pass my lips.

Twinny sat opposite me in the seat that would have been Johnny's seat if he were stopping, he picked up his pint and swallowed half of its contents in one gulp. Johnny returned and stood behind me exactly the way that Twinny had done moments earlier, Johnny also kneaded my shoulder muscles the way that Twinny had done but Johnny's fingers didn't have the strength that Twinny's fingers did, I guess it was because Twinny was a labourer and worked with his hands all the time where Johnny's job was mainly cerebral.

Johnny apologised for spoiling the disco for me but he had to run out on me, he was fighting a financial firestorm that encompassed four fifths of the world and it was going to take a long time to fix things. I started to stand up but Johnny stopped me, "You don't have to come with me, in fact it would help if I didn't have to take you home before heading off to London. Hey, Twinny, could you look after Vicky for me tonight and make sure that she gets home safely after the disco?"

Twinny jumped to his feet and snapped to attention before saluting the way they did it in the Navy, "Will do boss." Johnny copied the salute, "Give the memsahib a good time Twinny and I'll be in your debt."

Twinny walked with Johnny to the door and I saw Johnny open his wallet and pass money to Twinny, I also saw Twinny trying to give Johnny his money back but Johnny was already running for his car. That was typical of Johnny, he knew that Twinny was lucky to work two or three days a week and he didn't want to see the man out of pocket even to the price of petrol in his banger of a car to drive me the ten miles back home.

I poured the slimline tonic water into my glass as I was now sure that I was staying for at least a little longer. Twinny came back and looked at his pint thirstily, then he looked towards the door, "Johnny said he'd kill me if I had more than one pint before I drive you home, so I've got to make that last for the rest of the night."

I was escorted back to the dance floor and Twinny and I 'cut a rug' to three tracks and then I noticed that glasses were piling up again on the tables around the dance floor.

"We'd better stop dancing now for a bit or they'll run out of glasses."

Twinny was about to take me back to the table but one of the rugby players stopped us at the edge of the wooden dance area and asked me for a dance. Twinny had been flirty but the rugby player was more hands on and I was really glad when the track ended and I could make my escape but after grabbing at my arse for four minutes he wouldn't let me go before he'd given me a kiss and not a quick peck on the cheek either... a full on, red blooded, kiss on the lips.

I hit my table as quickly as I could and took a big swallow of my vodka and tonic, Twinny passed me five times while he was collecting the glasses and while he was working behind the bar I had to turn five other men down who had come and asked me for a dance.

When Twinny came back to me he didn't ask, he just pulled me to my feet and towed me behind him back to the dance floor. We danced two tracks, they were both extended twelve inch versions of tunes I loved and I loved dancing with Twinny and loved his flirting at the end of the second tune one of Twinny's friends stepped in and asked if I'd dance with him.

Twinny backed away to the side of the floor and stood watching as I danced, like the rugby player earlier, when the tune finished the guy leaned in and kissed me on my lips and grabbed my backside. My eyes were wide open and I could see Twinny stiffen, it looked like he was about to run in and pull his friend away. I pushed against the man's chest and forced us apart, I looked over at Twinny, smiled and raised my eyebrows. Twinny relaxed and I headed towards him but before I could get there I was grabbed by another man and pulled back onto the floor and we danced to another long tune.

This time when he kissed me at least he didn't try and get his hands up the back of my skirt but I could see that it had bothered Twinny again; he didn't relax until my lips were set free. The rugby club had a 'Good Neighbour' contract that stopped functions going on past midnight so it was the last record of the evening all too soon. Twinny was collecting glasses and washing up so I was forced to dance with yet another no-hoper for the last dance. At the end of the record I was seriously groped and had to suffer a five minute lip-lock before Twinny picked him up by his collar and shirt tails and eased him towards the door at about twenty miles an hour.

"I'm sorry if you were enjoying his kisses but all customers have to be out of the club before midnight."

"Well, I usually find kisses enjoyable but he was making a bit of a pest of himself, he wanted to take me home..."

"But Two told me to take you home, told me to make sure you were safe all the way to your door."

"...yes, you're right, he did, I tried to tell that man but he wouldn't believe me. Do I have to leave before midnight too?"

"No, you're waiting for me and I have to finish the glasses before I can go home."

I noticed that the tables still had all of their shorts and wine glasses on them, Twinny had been diligently collecting the pint glasses just because he could carry more on each trip, "Well, if I'm going to stay in after midnight I'd better start collecting the wine glasses while you start washing up."

It took me far longer to collect the glasses at around ten glasses per trip using a tray than it took Twinny to collect all of the pint and half pint glasses but I was in no rush.

The barmen started drying glasses as soon as they had sorted out the empty bottles and restocking the shelves so by twelve thirty Twinny and I were ready to go. He stopped me just outside the door, "You said that you liked kissing but you didn't kiss me."

"But I didn't kiss them either, they kissed me."

"But did you want them to kiss you?"

"Well, I didn't ask to be kissed but being kissed by a handsome man is very nice."

Suddenly Twinny made a move on me and kissed me, lip to lip and about five minutes long. I did close my eyes for Twinny's kiss unlike the kisses of the men on the dance floor, I also let Twinny dictate the length of the kiss but as soon as his lips left mine I said, "Right, take me home now please." I did smile at him so that he didn't think that I had been upset by his kiss.

"Yes, okay, time to take you home."

We drove out of the gates and after about a half a mile we pulled up in front of a three story high Victorian palisaded terraced house, Twinny turned his engine off and looked at me, his car didn't have central locking, he was waiting for me to get out so he could lock my door.

"Is this your home Twinny?"

He nodded his head.

"Well, I did mean it was time to take me home to my house Twinny!"

It looked like a light had been turned on in his head as his face lit up when he realised why I hadn't got out of his car.

"Well, now were here, you can come in for a coffee can't you?"

I thought, 'I'm bound to regret it but', "Okay Twinny, just one cup of coffee then."

Twinny opened the front door, just inside there was a wall full of locked boxes with mail slots above them, Twinny opened box three and checked to see if there was any mail in it, it was empty and he looked disappointed.

"When was the last time you looked in that box Twinny?"

"Just before I went to the rugby club, about six o'clock today."

"Did you think the postman was working the night shift?"

"I've got a mate who works for the post office, he does the night shift sometimes."

"Yes, but that isn't delivering post to houses, that will be in the sorting office."

It didn't look like Twinny had fully grasped what I was trying to tell him but then he lost interest in trying to fathom out that issue, "My room is down here."

Twinny led me to his room; the house was split into nine separate rooms so that nine people could live under the same roof. Twinny's room was on the ground floor at the back on the left hand side of the house. He opened the door and gestured for me to go through. It came as a bit of a shock to see a king-sized bed in the middle of what would have been the parlour when the house was first built. Now as well as the huge bed there was a wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a table, a TV and a small hi-fi all packed into the one small room.

"Sit there while I go and make the coffee."

"I'd rather come with you, we can talk while you're making the coffee."

Across the passageway from Twinny's room was the shared kitchen, it was huge, it had two cookers, two fridges, two sinks and nine wall cupboards with different names on each of the cupboard doors, there were also two large tables and a dozen dining chairs. Twinny went to the cupboard with the name Gary fixed to it.

"Gary, is that your name then Twinny?"

"My mother calls me Gary but she's the only one."

"Johnny's father is Gary too."

"Johnny, who's that then?"

"Two, Two's father is called Gary as well."

Twinny smiled and finished making the coffee, instant and the milk was long life but it was hot and sweet, a good counter to the amount of alcohol I'd drunk in the last six hours. I took a sip of the coffee standing at the sink, Twinny pointed out where the nearest bathroom was, a four piece suite behind the kitchen that he shared basically with three other people with rooms on the ground floor although the kitchen was shared by all so there was a chance that nine people could have used the toilet in that bathroom.

We returned to Twinny's bedroom and we sat on his bed, he turned on his hi-fi, music that I liked but the volume consummate with one o'clock in the morning in a shared house. We sat chatting and drinking our coffee, I had a few good laughs, Twinny was really funny at times. I had just finished laughing at one particularly clever joke when Twinny launched himself at me again, mouth to mouth resuscitation practice it felt like.

A track I particularly liked started playing, Twinny was kissing my cheek and around to my ear, he whispered, "You like this track don't you?"

I nodded my head.

"I thought so; at the club you did a really sexy dance to this tune."

Twinny's lips clamped over mine again and this time his hand slipped onto my thigh, ten seconds and his fingertips were slipping off of the reinforced top and over bare flesh. I should have stopped him, I should have remembered my wedding vows but instead I tried to remember the last time I'd had sex with Johnny, tried hard but it was so long ago that I couldn't even remember the date or exactly what we did.

Suddenly I found myself on my back with Twinny's upper body pressing me down against the bed, his tongue was pressing against my lips, urging me to open my mouth and as soon as I did his fingers slipped over my panty covered pussy mound. My leather skirt had been flipped up and Twinny's fingers explored all over my lower abdomen and when he found the strand of dental floss that masqueraded as the waistband of my knickers his fingertips dug into my soft flesh and his hand headed south.

He massaged my hairy mound for a few moments and then he broke off the kiss to look down at my naked lower body as his fingers hooked down between my legs and sought out my inner folds and eventually my clitoris.

I closed my eyes as I was taken to a petite orgasm under skilled and powerful fingers. I don't know exactly how he managed it but without breaking contact with my pussy Twinny had managed to get his shirt off and his bare chest was now pressing down against my own bare ribs, my waistcoat lying wide open and that came as a surprise to me as well. Twinny slipped one arm under my shoulders and the other under my bum and he lifted me like a doll up off of the bed and he placed me with my head on one of the pillows at the head of the bed.

My waistcoat had been left behind and before he slipped his arm from under my shoulders he had flipped the clasp at the back of my bra and it was now sailing towards the top of his chest of drawers. I went to push the front of my skirt down but all I found around my lower body was fresh air and my suspender belt, no panties or skirt.

Twinny eased his legs over mine and I realised that he was now totally naked and as his body slipped over mine I felt his red hot cock pressing into my belly and it felt like a monster. He slithered his body down mine, kissing my neck and down over my breasts. By the time his mouth covered my left nipple his cock had left a trail of sticky pre-cum 'zigzagging' down over my belly from my naval to my freshly trimmed bush. As he sucked, nibbled, chewed and bit down on my nipple his cockhead was teetering on the apex of my bush and it stopped there for a full five minutes. Then as he repositioned his body to work on my right nipple his hips twitched slightly and his cockhead sprang down, dredging down my gash causing me to gasp.

Suddenly Twinny started stabbing his cock upwards, trying to find his target by pure luck and bad judgement. After several painful jabs at totally the wrong hole I found myself, instead of pushing him away as I should have done, reaching between our bodies, taking a tight hold on his wayward member and guiding it towards the entrance of my cunt. At the same time I raised my knees so that my vaginal sheath would be more aligned with the angle that Twinny's cock would enter my body.

I was really fortunate that I had taken the second to move my knees and get my body in the right line because as soon as he felt my moistness around his cockhead he fell full weight on top of me crashing our pubic bones together. I cried out in pain, his cock was far fatter than my husband's cock and longer as well and the speed that it entered my body caused a shockwave running through my entire body. I went from a standing start to a full on orgasmic body quake in just three seconds.

I knew that what I was doing was wrong, I shouldn't have been in his bedroom like that, especially dressed the way I was. My husband had dressed me to excite himself and I had been looking forward to sex with my husband after the disco, it had been so very long since the last time my husband had even touched my body never mind fuck me that I was desperate and when I finally opened my eyes gasping for oxygen and every muscle in my body demanded fuel, the face looking down my body, watching his own cock rampaging through my cunt looked so much like my own husband's face that I just relaxed and allowed the pleasure to run all over me like warm honey.

Twinny's cock first invaded my body at one AM exactly and at one forty-five he fell against me, his chest crushing my breasts, he was gasping for air and I could feel each and every spurt of his semen as it spread through my lower body.

I had run through so many orgasms that my ribs ached, I had greyed out a few times because of lack of oxygen and all I could think was, 'Thank God he's finally cum, I might be able to get home before my husband, I could take a bath, wash myself out and hopefully not have been stretched too much by Twinny's massive cock that my husband would feel the difference in my insides.'

I realised that there was another difference between Twinny and my husband, Johnny was quick to fire and even quicker to shrink down and slip out once he had fired off, it had been five minutes since Twinny had fallen against my tits, breathless but five minutes later his cock still felt exactly the same size as it had when he first stabbed it into me and suddenly he had pushed his upper body up off of mine and holding himself up on outstretched arms, he grinned down at me and started to pound away into my cunt all over again.

I rocketed off to even higher levels of orgasmic pleasure if that could have been possible but there was an added dimension now to his fucking, there was a pumping action, his semen from his first climax was now being pumped ever deeper into my body by the pistoning effect of his cock ramming deeper and deeper into my body.

The sound of spunk being pumped in and out of my body set my mind off, I lost the orgasm train as I tried to remember the day that my last period ended and whether I was in my safe period still or if I was now into my fertile period. I listened to the little voice at the back of my head, 'Relax you stupid cow, you've been trying for four years to get pregnant so far, one little fuck isn't going to do what four years of trying hasn't.' And as I relaxed I caught the train again and rocketed off on yet another sexual high.

At two o'clock Twinny once again crushed my breasts, falling against me and gasping for air as his cock drained his balls all over again, pushing an already flooded virginal system to take on more semen but this time, more of his semen pumped past his cock and ran down my arse covering the already soaking wet bottom sheet. As he got his breath back Twinny started chewing on my nipples again. He had climaxed twice in an hour but still his cock remained hard and plugging my cunt as much as it could. Again, five minutes had passed before he pushed his body up off of mine and he started to fuck me again.

I put my hand against his chest to try and stop him, "Don' you ever go down?"

He grinned down at me, "No, I just have to catch my breath and I can keep going all night!"

And keep going he was, even while talking to me he was still pounding his cock in and out of me. "You have to stop, I'm getting sore."

Twinny's grin turned into a frown, "I'm sorry, I don't get a girl in my bed very often so I tend to make a piggy of myself when I do."

I sat up and reached for my bra, before my fingers reached it Twinny had wrapped my body in his muscular arm and pulled me back into bed, "Sleep with me, please!"

"I can't, what about my husband, your best friend, what if he's home already, where will I tell him I've been? What can I say we've been doing?"

"I don't think you should tell him that I fucked you, I don't think he would like it. I don't think he'll be home yet though, he went to work and he does a very difficult job, I couldn't do all that. I think Two's about the cleverest man in the world."

He didn't need to fight me very hard, I had always hated the men who fucked a girl, used her as a cum dump, as a receptacle for their frustrations and then as soon as their balls were empty went slinking off home to their wives. Fortunately his bed was so huge and we had fucked on the left hand side I could shimmy my way over to the right and get out of the wet patch. Twinny followed me over to the right as well; there was even enough room so that Twinny didn't suffer wet-rot either.

I was facing to the right and Twinny spooned up against my bottom, he used his thumbs to pull my thighs apart and fed his cock in between my thighs, my hand shot between my legs his abdomen pressed against my bum there was more than two inches of cock sticking out from my thighs. He slipped his right arm under my neck and his left arm over my ribs, slipping his left hand under my right breast and cupping it tenderly. As my hand was already there I just rested my palm over his cockhead, there was still semen being pumped slowly from his little eye and into my palm. As I gripped his cock he nuzzled my neck, kissed it twice and then fell asleep.

Even sleeping his cock didn't go down; his cock was still erect when I fell asleep twenty minutes later. I felt my body rocking, it was just enough to wake me, I looked at the time, it was five AM and he had managed to get his cock in my cunt from behind and he was fucking me very slowly, he was being so slow and gentle that I went back to sleep. I woke again at six o'clock and I was still being rocked from behind and I closed my eyes again. Thirty minutes later Twinny woke me up, "Vicky, Vicky, can I cum again please?"

I nodded my head, he put his left hand against my belly and he pulled me away from the edge of the bed without his cock leaving my fanny, then he rolled me onto my face, again without losing cock contact and he lifted my body slightly and stuffed two pillows under my belly before he started to pound his cock in and out again, I was face down on the sheet, my head turned to the right so that I could keep my eye on the clock. In the position that I was in his cock was making contact with a whole different part of my cunt and whereas the night before I was on the edge of greying out from lack of oxygen, this morning I was actually screaming and swearing at him as he pile drove me deeper and deeper into his bedsprings.

After thirty minutes of clock watching colour started to drain out of my world and the clock slowly faded out and my world went totally black. "Vicky, Victoria, Victoria are you okay"

I was being shaken; Twinny had finished off, filled my cunt with his thick seed and was lying at my side shaking my shoulder. I had a headache that would have sunk a battleship and when I checked the time I had been out for around thirty minutes. "You had me worried there Victoria, never had a girl pass out on me before, are you okay?"

I raised my body as best as I could and then I reached over and squeezed his arm and gave him as good a smile as I could manage under the circumstances. I looked down at the bed, it was a real mess, the left hand side was still soaking wet after five hours and the bottom sheet and all four pillows were streaked with black lines from my mascara, that surprised me because I bought the mascara that advertised that even after a nuclear bomb blast your eyes would still look perfect, and then as I was worrying about how to get indelible mascara stains out of Twinny's bedding the clock resurfaced in my mind's eye, it was eight o'clock, "SHIT!!!"

I dragged myself off of the bed as quickly as I could, I looked at my clothing spread out all over the room, the eye-patch that was pretending to be knickers was actually on top of the wardrobe. The black and red leather dominatrix costume that had looked moderately sexy on the precoital evening twilight looked totally ridiculous in the full light of the post-coital day.

"Would you like to borrow something to wear home?"

I looked at him, what could he possibly have that I could wear to go home in? He offered me a white t-shirt, one of his work shirts, it was very baggy, very long, when I put it on it was actually longer than the skirt would have been. I really needed a bath but it was already past eight o'clock and if there was any chance that I could beat Johnny home I just had to forget the niceties and go, even though I stank of sex, stank of Twinny's sweat, my hair was matted and there was a river of semen running out of my body.

I ran to Twinny's car and he drove overly fast because he could sense that I was beginning to panic a little. We turned off of the main road and down the start of the drive leading to the security barrier, I thought that we would have to stop at the barrier and let the guard see me in the passenger seat and I wasn't looking forward to that at all but the barrier raised way before we got there, Johnny must have given them Twinny's registration number as a trusted visitor.

It was only a few hundred yards to the turning into our close and as Twinny swung round the corner my heart sank, Johnny's car was on the drive, not parked dead centre as he usually did, he was snuggled way over to the right hand side of the drive meaning that I would be stepping out of Twinny's car right next to our front door.

I looked back and wished I hadn't. Twinny's car had leather Recaro racing seats and there was a puddle of semen sitting on the depression of the seat. I dreaded to think what the back of the t-shirt would look like around the bottom area.

Johnny snatched the front door open and wrapped me in his arms and smothered me in kisses, I think he even had a crafty sniff at me to see if I smelled as badly as I looked. "Good morning darling, did you have fun last night after I left?"

I felt really dreadful, I wanted to burst into tears and confess all, beg my husband to forgive me for being unfaithful with his best friend but to be honest with myself, I'd really had such a great time at the disco and an even better time after the disco in Twinny's bedroom that I just couldn't, I smiled an awkward smile and nodded my head.

Johnny released one arm from our hug and opened out to encompass Twinny as well, "I was passing a little artisan bakers at six o'clock this morning on my way home and picked up a dozen bread rolls straight out of the oven and I got some fantastic looking bacon so it's bacon butties all round, come on, the grill is already heating up."

I ducked out from under Johnny' arm and headed for my bedroom and en-suite bathroom, I needed the toilet and I needed to get out of Twinny's t-shirt. I sat on the toilet seat and the liquid falling from my cunt and into the toilet sounded like a horse pissing but it wasn't even piss at all, there was about a pint of thick semen falling from my body before I even started to pee.

I stripped off totally, soaked and soaped a face cloth quickly and rubbed my face, neck, under my arms and between my legs as quickly as I could, dried myself as quickly and then sprayed myself with a little perfume. I put a panty liner on the crotch of a pair of big knickers and stepped into them. I wore a white cotton utility bra and as I'd noticed two bite marks, one on the side of my neck and the other on my collar bone, I put on a polo neck shirt to hide that and a white cotton pinafore dress over the top of everything.

When I walked into the dining room Twinny said "Wow!" Johnny walked in carrying a tray of bacon rolls and he said, "Wow indeed Twinny, she looks just like she did on our wedding day, can you remember back then?"

Twinny grinned and nodded his head, "Yes, I remember, you had cake and you had one bit that was chocolate because me and the kids like chocolate better than dry old fruit cake."

Johnny laughed, "A ten grand wedding reception and the best bit was the chocolate wedding cake!"

Johnny was really tired but he took Twinny off with him to the rugby club to sort out the financials after the disco and get the books in order, see if they had made a profit and if they had, just how much of a profit. I had strict instructions to cook lunch, what to cook and to have it ready by one o'clock in the afternoon.

As soon as the boys left the house I set my alarm clock and went to bed for a few hours. Twinny had lunch with us and then left, Johnny let me take Twinny to the door on my own as he was 'busy' doing something trivial in his study. There was an awkward moment in the doorway, Twinny wanted a kiss, a proper kiss, eventually I allowed him to kiss me, full on, open mouth, tongue fighting kiss.

I stood out on the drive and watched Twinny reverse off of the drive and I watched as he turned out on to the perimeter road before returning to the living room. I was half expecting the questioning to start now that it was just the two of us in the house, Johnny wrapped ne in his arms and kissed me, "I was hoping to take you to bed after the disco before I was called into work, do you feel up to it now or would you rather wait until tonight?"

I couldn't really refuse him, even though I was very sore between my legs and was still probably very wet inside from Twinny's semen; I nodded my head and let Johnny lead me up to bed. I was naked before I knew it and Johnny was being very gentle as he fucked me, using his fingers to bring me to my climax as he fucked me and after he had given me three orgasms he said, "Can I finish off over your tits please darling?"

I smiled up at him, he had often asked me for things that I thought kinky and messy, well, there wasn't much messier than shooting spunk all over a body part in my opinion and usually I would have refused him but after my indiscretion with Twinny I just smiled and nodded my head.

He pulled his cock out of my cunt and even though he hadn't come close to his orgasm his cock was dripping wet with sperm, another man's sperm. I felt a little uncomfortable at the thought of my husband's cock being covered with his friend's spunk and even less comfortable at the thought of him then taking a hold of his cock in his hand. It felt a little homosexual to me in a strange kind of way, "You want me to do it for you?"

Johnny's face broke out in a rash of a smile and he nodded his head. I waited for him to get in position over me on his knees on my left hand side. I took hold of his cock with my right hand and began to massage his cock, "Is that nice?"

Johnny nodded his head, "You want me to play with your balls?"

Johnny's reaction was an instant and enthusiastic nodding of his head. I started to roll his balls in my left hand and I increased the speed of my right hand on his cock shaft. He was getting close, "Where do you want to cum, over my tits, my belly or my face?"

I was starting to feel like a real tramp, just talking about sex with my husband was turning me on almost as much as fucking Twinny had done the night before. "I'd love to cum all over you, I'd love to see you covered in spunk from your head to your toes."

'You should have invited Twinny to join us if you wanted to see that,' went through my mind. I smiled up at him, he was so close now, he was starting to buck his hips and I lost traction on his balls with my left hand and my fingertips brushed back between his legs and as my left index finger brushed over his anal muscle he gasped and started spurting his semen all over my tits. I had to move fast to redirect the flow to my face and he had almost finished shooting but still sent a flow over my mouth and nose.

I was looking for something to clean myself up with but Johnny was on his toes and spun his body so that his chest pressed down in his own semen on my tits and then he kissed me, I felt a little sick as his mouth pressed down in his own semen and then he pushed his tongue through his semen and into my mouth. My girlfriends had always told me that a man's semen tasted disgusting but Johnny's spunk covered tongue didn't taste so bad. I suddenly felt very guilty, I had spent years restricting Johnny's sexual pleasures to just vaginal copulation and now, my upper body covered in spunk, my face streaked in it too and my husband's semen being pushed into my mouth it wasn't that bad at all, certainly not worth depriving my husband over it.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of sex for me and Johnny, he had passed his Canadian audits over to one of his partners and was working as much in the UK as he could so we could play in bed every night possible. I did notice that even after thirty sex sessions in five weeks Johnny hadn't dripped so much as an eye-dropper full of semen in my cunt, he had painted my whole body several times in spunk. I had given him oral a few times and allowed him to cum in my mouth once.

It was Monday morning, five weeks after the rugby club disco; Johnny woke me early because he wanted to play before work. We fucked for a few minutes and he wanted to do a titty fuck, I usually ended up having to wash my hair after a titty fuck but after ten minutes of me pressing my breasts together for Johnny to fuck between he changed his mind and wanted to cum in my mouth again but he didn't want to change his position so I ended up crushed under his body as he fucked down into my mouth.

Johnny got a little over excited and at the crucial moment he pushed down too hard and forced the tip of his cock into my throat, I began to fight, panic, wriggle and buck my hips trying to get away. Because of Johnny's position I didn't get away, I just made things worse for myself, Johnny couldn't get out and because of my fighting he actually shot off harder than usual and some of his spunk went down my throat but some also went down my windpipe. I ended up throwing up all over him and myself and then there was even more panic to get off of my back and onto my side so I could breathe again with my mouth and throat full of bile and diced carrots.

Johnny was full of apologies, I tried to play things down, tried to deflate the issue, it was, after all, just an accident, one of those things that can happen when you experiment around the edges of sex. Johnny was even offering to take the day off so he could make it up to me, look after me but that was the last thing I wanted, "Just forget it, but remember next time, I can't take it in my mouth with you on top, I don't have enough control over things and once you start to climax it's hard for you to pull the brakes on."

Johnny left for work and I set about stripping our fouled bedding. There was sick all over the place, some had gone on our duvet and the smell had soaked through the cover and into the duvet beneath, I made the mistake of smelling the duvet after I had stripped the cover off of it and had to run for the bathroom again. I was heaving but nothing but a little fluid came out. I threw everything that could be washed into the machine and started it running and I dumped the duvet in the garage to be taken to the Dog's home. I sent a text to Johnny, "Pick up a new duvet before you come home, super king, three point five tog." And as I pressed send I heaved again and had to inspect the plug hole in the utility room sink very closely.

I got a glass of water and sat in the kitchen, little sips of water, if I was going to keep throwing up I'd have to put something more solid in my belly, heaving on an empty stomach was far more painful that having a productive 'chuck'. I was reminded of the carrot chunks that I'd 'decorated' my husband's belly with, when was the last time I even ate a carrot? I got my diary out, as it was Monday morning I had to flip to the next week, I noted down the little mishap from earlier and then spotted on Friday there was a red circle.

I was so regular that when I bought a new diary I went through it and put a red circle every twenty-eighth day to show me where my periods were due. Then I started to look back through to see if I had actually eaten anything carrot based in the previous few days. No carrot mentioned, then I realised that I'd gone back four weeks and there was the red circle but no red cross inside it to signify that I had started my period, no red cross in the Saturday or the Sunday either.

I quickly flipped back through four more weeks and there it was, Friday, red circle and a red cross in it, Red cross on Saturday and red cross on Sunday, a three day period as usual. I felt sick again, tried to head it off with a sip of water but ended up just spraying water all over the kitchen table and as I rushed to the sink I heaved and ended up wetting the floor and my knickers. 'I'll need to disinfect that' ran through my mind as I went sink diving again.

Arooga! Arooga! A claxon went off in my head and I sank down onto the floor in a pool of desperation as well as a pool of piss. A light dawned slowly in my head, the sickness may have been triggered by Johnny's little slip but that wasn't the real issue, I was pregnant and I was suffering from morning sickness. I was galvanised into action, I ran the security gate and asked if he could call me a taxi to take me into town, "May I ask where in town Mrs. Clark? The taxi company will ask."

"The chemists on the high street, can you ring me when you send him round please?"

There was a little closing conversation, he was hopeful that I wasn't ill, I told him that I was okay and the conversation was over. I ran up to the bedroom and stripped totally, I ended up showering all over again and getting a fresh outfit to wear. The phone rang as I was brushing my wet hair, Barry on the gate telling me that he was sending the taxi around to my house.

It was a quick trip into town and I asked the taxi driver to wait for me, I ran in, snatched up three different makes of pregnancy testing kits and ran back to the taxi. The driver called the gate as he drove along on his mobile phone so the gate was open when we returned, I paid the driver and gave him a tip and rushed into the house.

My hands were shaking once I was inside; I opened all three, read all the instructions and then tried to initiate a stream without success. 'You could go into the kitchen and dip it in the pool of pee on the floor in front of the sink.' 'If you can't come up with something more....' I started hurling mid-way through my internal conversation.

I left the row of test kits lined up on the sink in the down stares toilet and started pacing up and down around the ground floor, then I tried to take my mind off of it by mopping the kitchen floor with disinfectant. I moved the bedding out of the washing machine and into the tumble drier, then I collected all of my dirty clothes, both sick covered and pee covered and dropped them all into the washing machine and started it running.

It was lunchtime before I could go to the toilet and I peed on all three sticks one after the other. Then I started pacing up and down all over again. From the cumulative results it would appear that I was two thirds pregnant and one third not. I just stood there, we had been trying for a child for so long and here I was, two thirds positive and suddenly I was worried how my husband was going to react.

I phoned my doctors surgery, fortunately my husband paid for health insurance, so, unlike the NHS, when I phoned the doctor with a problem he rang me back between patients to ask me what was wrong. I explained that I had just taken three pregnancy tests and that I'd been sick all morning and that according to results I could be two thirds pregnant.

"Well, let's not worry too much, come in as soon as you can and I'll fit you in between my appointments, get your tests off as soon as possible. The sooner we start, the sooner we'll know."

I phoned the gate again and asked for another taxi, fortunately my taxi was still there, he was having a coffee with the security man in his little office so within seconds I was heading back to town and into the doctors surgery this time. I knew that I was being looked at a little strangely because I just sauntered in, gave my name and was sent straight through while others had been waiting for quite a while.

I gave a urine sample and was told to undress and put a gown on and lay on the treatment table while the doctor took my sample out of the room. There was the sound of a powerful motorcycle starting up outside his window and by the time I was comfortably on the table the doctor was back. "Well, your sample is heading for the lab on the back of a very powerful motorcycle. The lab will process it as fast as they can and let me know. Is it okay for me to examine you now or would you rather me have my nurse come in as well."

I knew that his nurse would be running a clinic in her own right, she was looking after Asthmatics, Diabetics and the well women clinic as well, if I insisted on her coming in to act as chaperone that would just hold up a whole lot more patients who probably had less free time than I did. "No, it'll be fine."

The doctor checked my feet and legs, he pressed my toenail, it turned white and when he let it go it went back to pink, "That's great, healthy blood supply to your feet, I'm so glad that you don't paint your toenails."

He checked my legs, both visual as well as by running his hands up and down over my skin. "You need to walk more, a mile a day at least; if you are pregnant you could end up with varicose veins."

Then he eased the bottom of the gown up, he uncovered me to just below my pussy hair, then he slipped his hands under the gown and began to feel around my abdomen, he was following my fallopian tubes up to my ovaries. "Well, this all feels fine to me, when did you have your last period?"

I told him the date.

"Mmmm, only seven weeks, I wouldn't be able to feel anything unless there was a problem, so again, all good."

He pulled the bottom of the gown back down to my knees and eased the gown off of my shoulders to expose my breasts, he went to town on my breasts, needing, pressing, lifting, squeezing and then he felt something just under the surface of the skin at the side of my left breast that seemed to grab his attention.

"Right, it could be just something or nothing, we'll set a diary entry to take a look at this every week to make sure that it doesn't get any bigger, if your sample comes back negative we'll book you in for a mammogram just to be safe but I'm sure that it's just a blemish under the surface and will sort itself out in a day or two."

He checked my throat, pressed my glands so hard that I thought he was trying to strangle me. Then he looked in my eyes, checked my pupil dilation and the colour in the whites of my eyes then he checked my mouth and throat.

"There's some inflammation around your oesophagus that could be a strep infection, we'll have to keep an...."

I interrupted him, "I think that was my husband being over exuberant this morning when we were, erm, you know, playing!"

Dr. McKenzie raised his eyebrows at that and checked my notes, "When did you last have sex?"

"This morning."

"Really, when he caused the trauma to your throat you mean?"

"Well, just before he did that."

"Well, we're not really talking about this morning, when was the last time your husband had vaginal intercourse that involved a full climax?"

I blushed, "Over a year ago!"

"Well I take it that we're not talking about another immaculate conception are we?"

I shook my head.

"So, when do you think you fell pregnant and do you know who the father is?"

"Just over five weeks ago, one of Johnny's friends at the rugby club disco!"

"Will you be taking this pregnancy to term, if your tests come back positive?"

I nodded my head.

"Well, once the test comes back, if it is positive, I'll need to see the young man to get a full medical history, see if we should be taking any special precautions."

"I think there could be a problem with him."

"What kind of a problem?"

"Well, he seems fit and healthy but sometimes he can be a little slow."

"What's his name?"

"Gary, I don't know his surname but they all call him Twinny at the rugby club. But it could still be my husband's baby, couldn't it?"

"Unfortunately I'd say there'd be more chance of it being an immaculate conception than your husband's baby."

The doctor left me to get dressed and returned five minutes later with a set of medical notes in his hands.

"Well, if the father is Twinny or Gary Thatcher, I don't think there will be any problems over his slowness. Hasn't your husband ever mentioned anything about how he knows Gary?"

"Well, I assume that it was through the rugby club, Gary works there collecting glasses and washing up."

"Well, it was through the rugby club but not from collecting glasses, Gary was the first eleven's prop forward and assistant coach of the cubs when Johnny was a cub. There was a loose ball, Gary dived for the ball as Johnny tried to kick it into touch. It wasn't a particularly hard kick but it did catch Gary on his temple. Johnny has been looking out for Gary ever since. When your husband made it to the top in the financial world he took out health insurance for you and him as well as for Gary Thatcher."

I didn't know if that made being unfaithful with Gary better or worse after hearing the full story but it did get me thinking.

Dr McKenzie asked me for the full story, even though he had a waiting room full of people that should have already seen him, I laid out the whole story, the way I'd been dressed and being left behind at the disco and Gary being asked to look after me and the fact that nothing was said when I got home the next day dressed totally different and as messy as a tramp.

Dr McKenzie smiled at the story, "Well, it looks like Johnny just found a new slant on AID, just cut out the test tube step. Don't get your husband's hopes up too much, by all means tell him about the pregnancy tests, good as well as bad, tell him you've been in for a full medical and that we've sent off a sample for a definite answer but as far as I'm concerned, there is every chance that you could be pregnant and it would be better if you took all precautions as if you are, so no smoking or drinking and no drugs, not even an aspirin if you haven't cleared it with me first."

When I walked out of the surgery I found the taxi exactly where I had left it, the driver was fast asleep parked under the shadow of a tree.

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