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A lot of my stories are based on true experiences, some keeping very close to the facts, some have a lot of artistic license. *This story is true and is as accurate as I can remember it.* As with a couple of my other stories, this is from my time living in Christchurch in the early eighty's. *I had only been married a few months, my wife and I were renting a small bungalow in a very average part of town, we were saving hard for our own home. *Living next door was a guy (Wayne) that was around my age; he lived with his elderly mother. *We spoke a few times and found that we both played squash, this led to us playing a few games, and having some beers after the games. *After a month or two, he brought his girlfriend over to meet the wife and I. *She was very attractive, but strait-laced and stuck up.* My wife and I quickly noted that she ruled the roost, was moody, and had very strong opinions that were usually quite the opposite to Wayne?s. *Now I should say that Wayne was not really my type, he was a bit of a mummy?s boy and worked in an office. *I would guess he was 5?6?, fair complexion, very slightly overweight and had a moustache (I?ve never been that keen on moustaches). *Whereas I was 6?1?, and in those days,*very fit.**I was self-employed doing physical work, everything from concreting to putting a new roof on a house and minor alterations. *But whenever Wayne came over, I gave him the time off day and was happy to take him on at a game of squash every now and again.* Probably*because I always won!After I had known Wayne for about a year, he broke it to me that he and Diane intended to get married. *I tried to be very diplomatic and asked him if he knew what he was doing. We had seen a bit of the two of them over the year, and she put him down constantly, they always seemed to be at odds with one another.He complained a lot about never getting any sex, and what he did get, didn?t seem to rock the boat, so to speak.* In fact, on more than one occasion he told me that he reckoned she hated sex. *But he was under the illusion that once he got married the sex was going to improve out of sight and be happening several times a week.I tried to give him some advice about marriage, along with the fact that if sex was not good before a wedding, there was unlikely to be very much improvement afterward. *A bit more questioning and I sussed out that the main reason for him getting married was that he had been offered a job promotion. *The position was for managing his firm?s office at the airport in Rarotonga.* He had been offered the position, but it was pointed out to him that preference would go to a married couple. *One thing that amazed me was Diane seemed to be pushing Wayne into the marriage. *I mean the way she acted and spoke about him behind his back, had me thinking that she really thought he was a bit of a twit. *Yet she seemed to have changed her tune now that a*good job and travel were on the table.Nothing I said made any difference, we were duly invited to the wedding, and a very flash affair it was. *Her parents seemed to have money and Wayne?s mum had been saving for years for this happy day. *Their honeymoon was over in New Orleans, where very conveniently Wayne was being sent to attend a conference.* When the conference was over, they were to spend a week in the Caribbean. *I saw them once when they got home from the honeymoon, just before they shipped out to Rarotonga for two years. *He said it was a fantastic honeymoon but almost under his breath muttered that they only had sex a couple of times on the honeymoon. *I shouldn?t have been surprised, but only twice did seem a bit rough.* However, I bit my tongue and didn?t tell him ?I told you so.?A couple of years later, we had a call from Wayne one evening to say they were back from Rarotonga*and would we like to come to their place for dinner. *I wasn?t that keen really, as I had never been that close and I expected not much had changed with their relationship.* So it would be an evening of their snapping and sniping at each other. **But my wife said we had to go as we had been to their wedding ? I think she just wanted to find out how things were with them, as neither of us ever thought it was a marriage that would last. *Dinner was just as I expected, we heard all about their time in Rarotonga, how much they had earned, how lucky they were, etc., etc. *But Diane hadn?t changed, she still bossed Wayne around and put him down a lot. *I have bahis şirketleri to say my opinion of her went down, even more, she really was a bitch. *Even my wife, who was pretty tolerant, admitted that Diane made things pretty difficult and that it had been an uncomfortable night. *We saw them only infrequently after this.About a year later Wayne called me to say they had bought their own home and could I come around and give them a quote for a double garage. *I turned up on a Saturday morning and saw what they wanted, quoted and they gave me the go-ahead. *It took a few weeks to tidy up some current work and get the appropriate permits, which meant I was ready to start in March. *When I did get started on their garage, it was late summer and pretty hot, so most days I was working in just a pair of shorts and was as brown as a berry. Diane, I found out, was between jobs and not starting work again for another month and so she was around the house most days I was there.On my*first day on the job, Diane invited me in for morning tea and then again to have some lunch with her. This was the first hint I had that she was not all that I had thought.* *As I went to put my shirt on to go inside she stopped me.* ?Leave that off, it?s hot in here as well and you look good like that.?*I would always put my shirt on to go inside at anyone?s house, so I felt a bit uncomfortable but did as she said. *I also noted she had spent a bit of time dressing herself up. *Now, most days my work took me around to houses where only the wife was home. *It was the norm to make morning tea for the builder and sometimes this would involve going indoors, but usually it was brought out to you. Much rarer to be made lunch, but it did happen.* I had even had the odd wife get*dressed up and act very flirty.* But I never made any moves, as I had heard of builders getting blackmailed and not getting paid for their work. *So this wasn?t an entirely new situation for me. *But I had problems associating this new behaviour with Diane and so was even more determined to keep my distance. *It carried on like this the next couple of days, with Diane making plenty of sexual innuendo?s while I was in the house.On Thursday I had not been working very long when Diane wandered out to talk with me.?Morning Dave, you?re looking very hot this morning,? she said.?No! not too hot yet thank goodness," said I, knowing exactly what she was playing at.?I?ll bring you out a cuppa at about 10:00, you?ll have to have it out here on your own as I have a guy coming around to measure up for curtains.? She said, before wandering back inside.I noted she had spent a bit of time getting herself done up this morning. *She had a short dress on, which made me realise that over the years I had not seen her in a dress very often. * Slacks mostly or even a trouser suit when she was going to work, and I noted that she actually had bloody nice legs.As promised, she brought out my cuppa about 10:00, and soon after a car parked on the road outside and a guy I?m sure I had seen before wandered in and was met at the door. *They disappeared inside and I thought nothing much of it, after I?d drunk my cuppa, I carried on working. *I was doing some of the framework that morning and when I got up on the ladder to nail the top plate down, I had a clear view of the two of them, through the big lounge window.**The two of them were sitting at the dining table;*Diane*back to me, slightly side-on, the curtain guy was facing her, a little to her left, so*I could see most of him. *My initial thought was that she had made him a cuppa as well, and they were talking about fabrics, etc. Now I was at least 30 feet away and looking through a window on an angle, so it wasn?t like I had a really clear view. *And he would not have had a clear view of me, as probably only my head was showing over the garage?s wall. It looked like he was stroking her knees, and as she leaned back and he appeared to move his hands much higher. *But I knew her, and thought it couldn?t be.**I convinced myself he must have some fabric in her lap, that he was showing her.* Then, to my amazement, he just stood,*lifted her up into his arms, and carried her out of my line of sight.I had a bit of a double-take at what I thought I had just seen, and yes I was certain I wasn?t dreaming it. *Was she in trouble in there? *No, she didn?t struggle, and didn't seem to be concerned by his actions. *While I was trying to make some bahis firmaları sense of all this, he appeared briefly in their bedroom window and closed the curtains. *I really did know what was happening, but just couldn?t bring myself to believe it. *Even though I knew she had been flirting a bit with me this week, I had known Diane for a good while and I knew her as a frigid bitch that didn?t like sex and most often was ridiculing men in general.Again I worked to convince myself that he was working on selling her curtains.The guy left about 12:30, again I had the feeling that I knew him, but I just couldn?t place it. *About 1:00 Diane brought me out some lunch and acted pretty normal, certainly not like she had been playing around. *But I did note she had changed her clothes,*something much more casual now.Friday was back to me being asked inside for my cuppa, but the flirting had all but disappeared. *So I started to tell myself it was just my dirty mind fantasising the whole episode.* But I couldn?t deny what I had seen.That weekend I met up with a good mate of mine 'Ivan', he?s a dirty bastard and he has gotten me into trouble a few times. *As this story is as much about him as anyone, I had better describe him. *I?d known Ivan for about 6 years at this time. *He?s 5?9?, not fat, but you know its odds on he will go that way in later life. *No one would describe him as fantastic looking, but he?s easy on the eyes and has brown hair with a lot of grey running through it (I think he started going grey at around 19). *We hit it off pretty well and we had a lot of common interests (motorbikes he would reach past me and give them a tweak then act the innocent. *He of course thought this was hilarious, and if after all my protestations of innocence, they figured it was him, he could invariably talk his way out of it. *And on more than one occasion, had them out in his car, later in the night, shagging the arse of them.He always seems to have a bit on the side and tried to get me involved in all sorts of sexual endeavours. *Many guys I?ve known that act like Ivan, are all bullshit, but I have been in enough situations with Ivan, to know that when he tells you he had some untouchable babe ?up the arse?, I always knew it to be true.Anyway, I told Ivan about what I thought I had seen, and about Wayne and Diane. *His immediate response was, ?I know the one, she?s a Sub, I knew it.??What do you mean she?s a Sub?? I responded.?That?s the bird in the trouser suit that was*at your birthday party six*months ago. *I was waiting for the toilet in your hallway, she was also waiting. *I started giving her a hard time about wearing a trouser suit to a party. *She gave me some response about not giving lecherous bastards like me, a look up her skirt.?*?I fired straight back that she must have a pretty ugly beaver if she was scared of someone seeing it. *The banter went back and forward, until I told her to stop talking about it, and show me this beautiful snatch, so I could judge for myself. *I expected her to come back with another barbed comment, but she hesitated and blushed, so I guided her into the bedroom and told her to open her trousers and show me. *She did! *Just pulled her trousers down at the front, whipped her panties aside, and bared all. *Beautiful black beaver, I was just about to give her a right old rogering, when we heard her husband outside looking for her.* Tried to keep her there, but she did herself up and slipped out into the hall and I couldn?t get her alone again all night.??For fuck?s sake Ivan, only you could get away with that. *But what did you mean she?s a Sub?? I asked.?She?s subservient. *Wants to be treated rough, tied up and stuff, you know,? said Ivan.?No! *You don?t know her; she?s a right bitch and absolutely rules the roost in that marriage. *I just don?t believe she would ever be subservient to any man.?Ivan looked at me like I was a bit slow. *?Davy boy, you think you know women, but trust me there are plenty of women out there that are dying for a bit of rough and to be ordered around.??Shit I know that, but not Diane, No Way. *I?ve known her for about five*years now.?The look Ivan gave me was that of a father to his son ? when a ten-year-old boy was trying to convince his father that Father Christmas was real.?When are you back there working?? asked Ivan?I?ll be there Monday again and probably be finished late the following week, depending on the weather.?Ivan looked a bit pissed. kaçak bahis siteleri *?I have to go away this week, but I?m around all next week. *I?ll call around for morning tea and we'll see who knows Diane the best.?Monday I was back on the job and nothing untoward occurred. *There was a bit of light banter between Diane and me, but nothing out of the ordinary. *The job progressed and I did have the odd thought about what if, but there was no indication that she would or had played around.Friday night I met Ivan down the pub, with a few mates, as we usually did. *During the night he brought up Diane and was I still working at*their place.?Yes, and I still haven?t changed my mind, in fact watching her this week, I?m even more convinced you are wrong about her.??Well I?ve freed up the morning next Tuesday, so I?ll be around for morning tea. *What?s the address??I gave him the address but felt the first pangs of nervousness bite into my stomach. *He nearly always seemed to get away with it, but this was different, if he stuffed this up, I had two weeks of work I needed to be paid for. *So I had a word with him as we were leaving the pub. *?Mate maybe this is a bad idea you coming around to Wayne and Diane?s place. *I don?t want some bloody misunderstanding costing me the job.??Hey, I will read the situation, if it?s not on, I?ll back out. *Promise! I won?t stuff it up for you.?We left it at that.Monday night he called and told me he would turn up around at 10:00 the next morning, and that I should warn Diane I had a friend dropping in, but not to tell her who he was. *The next morning when I got on the job at about 7:30, I heard Wayne and Diane having an argument, it was pretty heated.* I was considering calling Ivan and telling him today was not going to be a good day for him. *Just then, Wayne stormed out the door, and without even acknowledging me, he drove off to work.* Diane wandered out about half an hour later, and mentioned to her, that I had a mate calling around at 10:00 and could he have a cuppa with us, or should I call him and tell him to leave it for another day.?No, let him come, I need company, Wayne was being a bastard this morning,? said Diane, then she asked, ?Do I know this guy?? *I was a bit taken aback by her seemed enthusiasm but put it down to her being at home alone most days.?I don?t think you know him, but you might have seen him at my birthday party,? I repliedSo around 10:00, Ivan turns up.* He?s dressed in shorts, a 'T'*shirt, and sandals. I wondered how he achieved this, as he goes to work in a suit most days. *I asked him how he got past his wife dressed like that. *But at that moment Diane calls from the front door and tells us the jug has boiled, come on in. *So we head for the house, without me getting an answer.My first shock is Diane, she standing in the doorway dressed in a short navy skirt. *She?s got high heels on and I take in just how great her legs are. *I really had to take a second look.* I?ve not described Diane before, as I?d not seen really seen this side of her. *She?s about 5?4?, fair skin, shoulder-length black hair, and quite attractive. *But this is really the first time I have looked at her as a sexy woman and not the bitch I knew her to be. *I?ve always known she had a great set of tits on her, covered today with a white blouse from which a black lacy bra was showing through. *But now I noticed just how slim her waist was and those nice childbearing hips to go with the jugs. *Have I mentioned the long shapely*legs that were extended from the short skirt? *Of course, I have. *I suddenly realised that Ivan was probably right about her playing around, you don?t dress up like this in front of two horny guys and not expect them to start flinging the innuendoes around.* But I still was dubious that this would go anywhere.I was nervous though, when I got married, I had made myself a pledge, that I would remain faithful.* I had played around a lot before getting married, I don?t mean half a dozen*women, I mean a lot.* And I knew myself; I felt if I played around it would inevitably lead to the end of my marriage and I had taken my marriage vows very seriously.*But while I hesitated, wondering how I could reverse the situation I saw unfolding, Ivan stepped in front of me and said. *?Hi Diane, remember me? *The last time I was standing in front of you, you were flashing that ugly snatch at me. *We were interrupted, so we have some unfinished business.?Diane looked taken aback for a second and a bit puzzled, then she stepped back, recognition dawning in her eyes.Ivan wasn?t at all fazed, he moved up to her, took her elbow, and moved her in through the front door. ?Cup of tea you said.?