The Club – Chapter 4

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“I don’t need anything; I’m eating out tonight.”“Oh? The first I’ve heard of that.”“It’s been planned for a few days now.”“You didn’t say anything. Where are you going? Who with?”“Honey, I’ve got a meeting with Mitch.”++++++My name is Peter, a director for a medium-sized business, in charge of the facilities for a dozen sites across the country. At forty-eight, I have been married for twenty-four years. Lisa, my wife, is three years younger than me and mother to our three children, the youngest of whom started her second year at university this year. At a little under five-five, motherhood had transformed her slim body to a curvaceous 36C-24-34. Lisa, to me, is the most beautiful creature to walk the earth and she never questioned my praise, until last summer.We had spent the summer at our coastal home, with our three children. A lot of this time was spent either on the beach or walking in the countryside. The walking tended to be just Lisa and me, where the beaches were a whole family affair. Seeing them all together, I could see Lisa in all three. Our son bore a resemblance to me, but with her dark hair, the girls were images of her at their age. I saw more than one guy, trying to chat up our daughters, also check Lisa out and I told her so. She said I was being silly; they must have just been making sure the old crow didn’t interfere.That said, she seemed to enjoy the thought of the youngsters looking, as the sex after days at the beach was far better than after we had been walking. Then again, that could be to do with having sex in the open during the day when we were out without the kids.At six-foot, with a forty-four-inch chest and thirty-four-inch waist, I may not be the most well-defined man alive, but I don’t think I do too badly. I run five miles three times a week, do yoga the other mornings and numerous press up and sit-ups daily. From young love until now, our love life has ranged from rampant to pretty good. When we first started going out it was like anytime, anyplace, anywhere, now it was several times a week and then a couple of times in a night. Even when heavily pregnant we regularly ‘wet the baby’s head’.When our youngest started school, Lisa went back to work part-time at an estate agent’s office as a property manager. This became full-time when all our kids hit their teens. She joined me in part of my exercise regime, some of the time, though never the runs. However, after last summer she joined a gym too. I did question this, and it came down to her feeling insecure about her body. I remember one conversation went something like this.“But you’re beautiful and I think you have a gorgeous body.”“You have to say that, you’re my husband.”“I don’t have to say it, but I do say it because I mean it.”“Well, it’s not the body you fell in love with.”“You’re right,” this got her attention. “I never fell in love with your body, I fell in love with your smile, your eyes. Then when I got the nerve to talk to you, your heart and mind sucked me in and wouldn’t let me escape.“Lisa, by then you could have been six-stone and built like a stick or sixteen-stone and had more curves than Zig Zag hill, I would have fallen as far in love with you as I did. If you want me to be really honest, I prefer your look now than when we first got together.”“So, you want me to stay fat?”“Number one, you’re not fat, a long way from it.“Number two, I want you to be happy, if that means joining a gym and losing all those lovely curves, then so be it. Your happiness and self-confidence are far, far more important than how I prefer you to look.“Number three, at the end of the day, it’s your body. I can’t demand you do or don’t do anything with it. But I do ask, as your husband, not to lose focus on us, not lose focus on our kids. We will always love you, even in the times you don’t.”Well, in ten weeks since Lisa had joined the gym, I had seen the change in her. She was starting to firm up around her belly. Her boobs were perkier, and her bum was firming up. Lisa was happier in general and seemed more comfortable with herself.++++++As Lisa disappeared out of the door and upstairs, my brain started running at a hundred miles-per-hour. Lisa never had meetings outside of office hours. Even when she first started back to work, her late nights were minimal. When she started this job, she made a point that everyone in her department should not work more than their hours, except for extreme emergencies. A number of questions sprang to mind. Who was Mitch? What was this meeting about? Was there something more I should know? Depending on the answers, these could lead to lots more questions. The very first question I asked was, had I missed something?She had her nights out with her friends, she always had. There had been no change to the routine of these. Always a Friday; different venues, meaning different dress. She always left sometime between six and eight and was home between eleven and one. Thinking through all the stuff I had heard and read, nothing seemed off. She always had a quick wash and cleaned her teeth every night before bed, this was the same on her nights out.Our sex life was no different if anything it had possibly ramped up a bit. It wasn’t at dating or holiday levels, but the frequency was up. The variety we had always had, perhaps we had been a little more daring on the odd occasion. Unless she was faking and had been all our lives, I think I was doing as well as I ever had. We still went out regularly to restaurants, the cinema, doing new stuff like going on nature trails and taking hobby weekends.Mitch, I had to rack my brain to place him, because I could not register him as even falling on Lisa’s radar. He was one of my favoured species of humans. Okay, that’s a complete lie, he was an estate agent. I remember meeting him at a couple of Lisa’s works events. He was one of these people who I took an instant dislike to and was told off jokingly by Lisa. Perhaps I was a bit too obvious.Lisa wasn’t obviously lying to me, she stayed calm and didn’t fumble her words. She didn’t look fidgety when she told me, nor did she break eye contact. I had never lied to her, and to the best bahis şirketleri of my knowledge, she had not to me.Needless to say, my appetite had gone. Consigned to the graveyard that may contain the previous twenty-plus years of my life. The potatoes were left boiling, the plates I had got out remained stacked on the counter where I had put them. I had got out the casserole that Lisa had prepared, that sat on top of the cooker. As I looked at it all, it crossed my mind if it was even safe to eat.“Fuck this shit!” I said aloud to the room.When I got to our room, I could hear the shower going, so headed to our bathroom. The door was locked, we never locked the door.After a couple of rattles, I said, “Right,” and went to my bedside table and grabbed a pen.The lock was the sort that had a safety hole on the outside, where you could just push something into the hole, and it would unlock the door. As I popped the lock and pushed the door open Lisa gave a little scream and covered herself up. In her free hand, she had a razor and was holding the towel just around her waist. Through all our lives together we had never worried about our nudity.We weren’t nudists and tended to cover up around the kids, but our bedroom was sacred ground and the only people to enter without knocking were Lisa and me. Since our youngest had left, we rarely bothered about the bedroom door and if we needed something from elsewhere in the house, we didn’t bother covering up.Lisa just stood looking at me like a rabbit in the headlights. After a second or two looking at each other, I stepped forward and pulled the flap of the towel back.“Really?” I asked when I saw her progress toward shaving herself bald.Lisa had the good sense to not try to hold my stare, now wasn’t a time for defiance. When I turned and walked out of the bathroom, I saw the clothes she had set out for her date. Nothing new, thankfully, that would have only added to the pressure that was building in me. Her lingerie I had bought her for our last anniversary. Thinking this I wondered if it was to be our last one. I saw she had the diamond necklace I had bought for our twentieth anniversary out, next to her wedding, engagement and eternity rings.I picked up the pendant and read the inscription on the back. ‘Let me love you forever’.“Oh my god, P, you know I’ll let you and beyond,” Lisa had replied when I gave it to her, as she flung her arms around my neck.I took that and the eternity ring downstairs with me.About twenty minutes later Lisa came down looking somewhat flustered. She was in her bathrobe, which surprised me.“P, have you seen my…” she stopped when she spotted the ring and necklace on the table in front of me.“Sit,” I said.“But I have…”“You have questions to answer,” I interrupted.“What do you mean?”“Lisa, I know you are not that stupid. There is no way I would have tolerated you for twenty minutes, let alone twenty years, if you were.”“Mitch is taking me out to discuss some work stuff.”“Really? So, tell me about Mitch. I remember him vaguely as a bit of a non-entity that worked in the sales side. I didn’t think sales and lettings worked that closely, that a brief meeting wouldn’t sort any issues out.”“Well, he says that I could be good in sales. And could earn a lot more than I do.”“You know that money isn’t an issue and have always said enjoyment of the job is most important. So, it comes down to whether you want to be involved in sales. I thought you enjoyed the lettings side and being senior in the department you get the prime hours. If you move to sales, you’ll be junior, and no doubt have to start working weekends and evenings again.”“But Mitch said…”“Lisa, honestly, I couldn’t give a flying fuck what Mitch does or doesn’t say. I’m interested in you and what you want.”She put her hand on mine and said, “P, can we talk about this when I get home tonight? I’ll have a lot more information then.”“Lisa, if we don’t clear this up before you go out, I might not be here when you get home tonight.”“W… what do you mean?”“You know full well what I mean. You’ve told me you have a date,” I put my hand up to stop her interruption, “I know what you have said it is, but it’s a date. Why else would you be wearing MY favourite underwear and little black dress? You always tell me how sexy you feel dressed like that. Do you want to be sexy for him?“Add to that, it’s him, a man that you know full well registers so low to me, that I barely remember him every time I’ve met him. However, every time I do meet him, you have to tell me to behave because you know he is one move from a slap. He is just a typical… estate agent. That’s something else you would need to consider IF this is about changing jobs. How do you think I will feel being married to an estate agent?”“P, please, it won’t be that bad.”“What? Your date? Knowing you’re out with him? You being an estate agent or working more closely with him.”“His name is Mitch.”“Be thankful it is only ‘him’ because there are far worse things going through my mind.”“Well, I’m going to see what he has to say. Please, can I have my jewellery?”“One more question,” she nodded, “Shaving? I mean you’ve always kept yourself tidy down there, but never bald. Personally, I prefer some hair down there, but as I’ve always said, it’s your body and your happiness comes before my preferences. Just seems,” I hesitated to get the correct word, “curious, that you would choose tonight to go bald. Does he like the young girl look?”“Like you said, it’s my body! I’ll do what I like with it!” She stood ready to storm off.She whirled on me when I took hold of her wrist. We held each other’s eyes for a minute maybe more, then Lisa tugged to get me to let go.“Yes, it’s your body. Just don’t fall foul of unintended consequences.”She went to take her ring and necklace and I put my hand over them.“Eternity and forever are more than twenty-four years.”As she turned away, I thought I saw her eyes glistening. I was a little happier to see that, as it was exactly how I felt. A further twenty minutes later I had locked the ring and necklace in my desk. It was the first time I had locked a draw on it, so many firsts tonight, bahis firmaları none of them good. Lisa strolled into the kitchen and the only word to describe her was stunning. So, I told her.“You look absolutely stunning. The last time you looked this good was when we last went to dinner and dancing.”She looked a little abashed when she replied, “Thank you.”“Does it feel good dressing this well for a man other than your husband?”“Please P, can we talk when I get home?”“It depends. When you walk out of that door, I am going to call a locksmith. If you are not here to get a new key, you are going to be a little stuck.”“What do you mean?”“When he’s finished, I’m locking the house up and I’ll be going to stay at a hotel tonight. Then tomorrow, I might be looking for something a little more permanent. If you’re not here to get a key, you won’t be able to get in. Actually, you might want to take at least a change of underwear with you.”Lisa flushed deeper than I had seen her in possibly a quarter of a century. I walked over to her and started to lift the front of her dress. She immediately tried to slap my hands away but could not before I had lifted it to see she had none on.“Okay, what the fuck is going on? No bullshit, the truth!”“I can’t not yet, please let me do this and I promise to explain when I get home.”“I’ve told you, Lisa, when you get home the door may be locked. My locksmiths have a call out time of between an hour and two. Perhaps when he turns up to collect you, you tell him to fuck off. He has no position over you in the office, in fact, if you match job for job, you’re senior to him.“If this goes the way I am afraid it will not only will you not have somewhere to stay this weekend, you won’t have a comfortable workplace after Monday morning. I will take him down, one way or other and if you’re collateral, so be it.”Lisa looked down a tear dropping off her nose. I lifted her chin and looked at her, but she only looked sad. She stepped away and walked to the kitchen. When she walked back in, she had a tissue in her hand, I held up my finger to her as I was on the phone.“Yes, Jack, please. As soon as possible, is that the fastest? Okay, well I’ll see you then.”I turned to Lisa, “That was Jack, one of my locksmiths. He’ll be around tonight.”We both heard the tooting of the horn. I looked at her and raised an eyebrow, “Not even the courtesy to walk to the door? Or just wanted to try to humiliate me?”“I asked him to text me.”“Best go then. Do you want to leave your other rings?” I asked moving what had been my father’s ring to my right hand.As I saw the tears fill her eyes again, I said, “If it upsets you so, don’t go. Or does he have something over you? Am I too late already?”Lisa tried to hug me but when I backed away, she turned and left the house. I walked to my office and looked out of the window. He was waiting and tapped his wrist when she walked up to the car. He went to kiss her, but she half turned away. So much of this was so very wrong. I grabbed my keys and slipped my shoes on; I was out of the door and following as I saw his lights turning left.I followed at a distance until they finally pulled into the car park of one of our favourite restaurants. I pulled in and parked in sight of them and they seemed to be arguing about something before he got out and stormed around to her side and opened the door. Lisa was still hesitant, and she walked along with her head down. I gave them a few minutes and then went to his car and took all the caps off the valves on his tyres. After a little looking about I found four stones just about the right size. I forced one into each of the valves and was satisfied to hear the air leaving the tyres.I knew this restaurant and it was one where they insisted on smart dress, which explained him wanting Lisa to dress smartly. It was debatable whether they would let me in, I was still in my suit trousers and shirt from work, but no jacket or tie. I had looked him up on the company website, so I walked up to the maître d’ and asked for his table.“Erm, sorry sir, but you need to wear a tie.”“Do you have one I could borrow?”“The other thing, the table was only booked for two.”“That’s okay, we can perch a chair on the end. I won’t be eating anyway.“So, a tie?”When he hesitated again, I leant forward and said, “I know you have ties, I’ve seen people borrow them on the numerous occasions I’ve been here. Now I could ask to see the manager, Charles, and ask him about it. Or is there another issue?“Have I put you in a corner asking for a customer by name, who is here with a female companion, when he has asked not to be disturbed?”I could see I had hit the mark. “Okay, let me put it this way, my marriage is currently in jeopardy and if it all goes to shit, I will be sure to name you in proceedings. You know aiding and abetting or whatever the legal people would call it. You won’t get in trouble, but it will do your reputation a power of not good. Why not just get the boss?”“Er, well I was told that someone might show up and that you would only be looking to cause trouble.”“Oh, no, I promise I won’t cause any trouble. It will be more than my job’s worth.”The look of indecision was incredible.Another couple walked in, so I said to him, “Deal with them while you think it over.”Not only young and indecisive but also naïve. As soon as he had taken the other couple in, I quickly looked at the booking list and found the table number. I knew there was a map of the tables under the booking list from previous visits. I looked in the cupboard under the stand and found the spare ties. I set off in the direction I thought was correct, doing the tie up.I spotted their table and paused. He was holding her left hand and it looked like playing with her rings. Lisa was not looking at him, even though he seemed quite animated. A table near them appeared to have a spare chair, so I took this and sat down with them.“Good evening,” I said.“What the…” he started to say.“Please don’t make a fuss, I did promise there would be no trouble.”“Well you’d better fuck off then,” he said quietly.I looked at Lisa, “Should I fuck off? Or do you want to start kaçak bahis siteleri explaining?”“But…” Lisa started, then stopped with a look from him. She looked down.“She won’t talk to you, not unless I say she can.”“And if I bust your windpipe so you can’t talk?” He laughed and I just raised an eyebrow.“Okay, I’ll play your game for a bit. Want to explain?”“She was going to explain to you in the morning. You can go home and wait.”I put my hand on Lisa’s, “If I leave, either she leaves with me or next time we talk it will be via a solicitor. How does that suit your game? Does a divorcee fit in with your plans?”“You’ll just be paying her to be with me, it’s fine.”“The bit you miss is I will at the very least be out of work. My job relies on a clean criminal record and assault and GBH wouldn’t sit well with that. Now, explanations or I get up…”He cut across me, “Up you get then,” he said.“Or I get up and your world of pain starts.”He stopped laughing as the fork went into the back of his hand, “Jesus, fucking, Christ!”“Now, now, no fuss, please!”I looked at Lisa who looked shocked. I held my hand out to her, “Come with me now.”“She’s mine.”“You what? What the fuck are you on now?”“She’s my little slut and tonight I will make her my property.”“You’re fucking deluded mate! Deluded if you think she’s yours, deluded if you think I’ll let you call her a slut again.”“Tell him. Tell him, slut,” he smirked at me. He smirked for about a second.The table was over, and he was toppling backwards in his chair holding his nose. I stood and held my hand out to Lisa.“Take it! If anyone is owning you, it’s me! We have talking to do. Now Lisa!”She took another look at him then took my hand and stood up. We walked out of the restaurant, leaving my borrowed tie with the maître d’ as we left. Lisa walked at my side with her head down. From angry, I was now concerned for her health. I helped her into the car, and we headed for home. En route, I cancelled the locksmith and ordered a pizza to be delivered. I pulled into our drive and got out, but Lisa stayed in the car. When I opened her door, she had her head down and her shoulders were shuddering.“Come on, let’s go in. Can we sort this out?”After no reaction, I put my hand on her shoulder, which made her jump, “Ok, stay in the car, I’ll call the locksmith again, shall I?”“Noo,” she wailed.“Well, you started a shit-storm tonight. If you want my help, you need to meet me, at least, half-way.”She got out of the car and we went inside. I sent her up to get out of her clothes from tonight. While she was doing that, I made some coffees. I thought the last thing we needed to include that night was alcohol. Lisa walked into the kitchen as I set the cups on the table and just at that time the doorbell went. I told Lisa to sit and went to get the pizza.“So, we’re home, you can tell me.”Lisa took a bite of the slice of pizza she had in her hand. She then put it down and wiped her fingers. Taking a deep breath, she looked me in the eye.“It’s a long story and it’s going to be hard to tell can I ask you to try not to interrupt.”I nodded my head and she started.++++++The first thing I wanted to say, to try and give P some sort of perspective on this, was that it had absolutely nothing to do with love. When we spoke later, I could see how warped my thinking had got.I think it started even before puberty. My parents and siblings were nothing but loving, we grew up in an almost Victorian family. Dad went to work, mum stayed at home and the children were seen but not heard. That sounds harsh, we had strict rules around the house, such as not being in the living room for an hour after dad got in from work. After that, we had dinner as a family and would relax later. When we were small, dad would read us bedtime stories and at the weekends, we would help with jobs around the house before going out with our friends.I always felt that my two brothers were a higher priority to dad, I would get married and be a housewife and mother, so he thought. With this in mind, I did my utmost to not let him down. When he gave me a job, I did it, to the letter. I would wait quietly until he had checked it out and always felt a real sense of pride when he confirmed I had done it correctly.I had told P about the boyfriend I first had at university and that he was five years older. What I didn’t mention was that he had obviously seen something in me and had tried to nurture it. He was never abusive, but he did bring out similar feelings when I did something well for him. We explored what I found was my submissive nature, he would choose my outfits, push me to try things I had not. Some I pushed back on, some I tried. In the end, there was not enough love in our relationship and that was something I needed.When P and I got together, I fell in love with him and he did with me. I could feel it coming from every pore in his body. He had his way of leading and would make most of the decisions for us. I don’t know if he noticed, that I pushed a lot in his direction. Letting him do this and then doing my best for him, gave me some satisfaction for my submissive side. I did hint and ask to get him to try some things in the bedroom. And when he did it was great, but he could not bring himself to do some of the things I think I need.He hated me kneeling for him and could never get his head around spanking me. We had tried it a few times, but he never did it hard enough to even leave a mark. It wasn’t all bad, because after a few tentative taps, he would stroke my bum for a bit and then holding me in place with one hand, would finger me to orgasm with the other. When we talked after, his side was all confusion about my need to be hurt and not wanting to spoil my perfect body.The day I gave my butt to him was possibly one of the most fulfilled I have felt, sexually. It was my final virginity and to make it comfortable I had to totally relax and just leave all my trust in him. Handing over my trust, or rather him accepting it and protecting it, was, on its own, almost enough to make me cum.The itch has always been there, but I had his love, always, without fail, without hesitation. Well, that is until earlier that night and it was not until we got home that what I had done really sank in. This is where the story got very confusing and I was so scared for us. This is when I tried to explain what had happened with me and Mitch.

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