I can't even remember what caused the spat.  Something I'd done or said, no doubt trivial.  But she had taken offence and was still simmering.  ‘She’ being my second wife Gemma.

Whatever it was had caused her to turn her back on me in bed for over a week, no sex during that time other than me wanking myself off in the privacy of the bathroom.  She only spoke to me when she absolutely had to.

That Saturday was a big day for her, her boss was throwing a party.  Ostensibly a house-warming, although he and his wife had been in the new house for six months.  Gemma was certain that it was a gentle way to break some important news - he was retiring.  Promotions were likely and she was ambitious.

She had never looked more desirable than at that moment, sitting at her dressing table doing her makeup, just in her new underwear, the kind designed to stiffen cocks.  I kissed her neck, she shrugged me off.  I had a raging erection, perhaps tonight she would allow me to break my fast.

It was the first time either of us had seen the house, the lights of the taxi illuminated a long driveway to an impressive, modern mansion.  With no less than a three car garage.  We were welcomed by the host and his wife, both of whom I had previously met, likewise many of those present, but there were some faces new to me.

Within five minutes, Gemma abandoned me.  She was ‘working the room.’  She was not the only one, there was a nubile young woman, seductively dressed, flirting with every male there.  The invitation was for plus one, and everybody had partners with them.  This girl, Lisa, did not.  She was clearly fishing.

After an hour, I was bored.  And drunk, Gemma's boss had showed me where he kept his best whiskey, in his home office.  I sneaked out for a top up, Lisa followed.  Up until now, I was the only one that she had not targeted.

“Pour one for me.”

She said.  Two refills later and we were snogging, her grinding her hips against my erection, I was helping, a hand on each firm buttock.  I could feel her suspenders.

“Is that for me?”

She slurred, thrusting her hips harder.

“Do you want it?”

“I want it, but not here, somebody might come.”

Me, hopefully.  She opened the door just a crack to see if the coast was clear, then took my hand and led me to another door at the end of the corridor.  It was the garage.  In darkness, but with enough light to be able to do what we had in mind.  She put her hands against the wall and pushed her arse out.

“From behind,” she whispered.  “Give it to me.”

I pulled up the short dress and fondled her bare arse, sure enough, suspenders.  I traced them with my fingers down to the stocking tops, lovely.

“Get on with it.”

She said impatiently.  I felt for her knickers, not finding any.

“No knickers?”

I asked softly.

“They slow me down when I'm horny, for God's sake, fuck me.”

Her slit was wet and warm, with one hand, I undid my pants and pushed them down.  Her cunt felt hot as I lodged my tip at her entrance.  She groaned as I filled her with my eight day celibate meat.

Her dress was backless, with a halter neck.  I pushed my hands inside to cup her firm, braless tits and held them as I fucked her frantically.  I must have pumped a mega load of cum into her.

“Now fuck off while I clean up.”

She said.  I left.

Back in the main room, the boss was about to make his speech.  Gemma was looking for me.

“Wher’ve you been?”  She hissed, “I looked everywhere.”

“Getting some fresh air,” I lied.  “Too much to drink.”

The boss tinkled his glass and the room fell silent.  Yes, he was retiring, but would retain ownership.  He named the man who was to be CEO, then announced that his deputy would be Gemma.  She was genuinely shocked.  She had expected promotion, but not this.

The party continued.  At last the taxi arrived to take us home.  In the back of the taxi, Gemma kissed me and felt for my cock.

“Sorry I've been a bitch,” she said.  “I'll make it up to you, starting tonight.”

In bed, she kissed me as her hand found my cock.  I was up for it, but by then the enormity of what I had just done had sunk in.  I had spent my savings inside another woman.  No condom.  I said that I was too drunk to do it properly.  She fell asleep sulking.  I lay awake wondering how to tell her, which I would eventually have to.

I cried off again the following morning, this time claiming a hangover.  But after breakfast, I blurted out the truth.  There was stoney silence for what seemed an age.  Then she stood and left the room.  A few minutes later, I heard the front door slam and her car start.  She was gone.

I phoned all day, but my calls were rejected.  She eventually returned at about nine o'clock that night.  The first thing she said was;

“It was that slut Lisa wasnt it?”

I said nothing.

“Congratulations,” she said.  “You've just fucked the company bicycle, half the men in the company have ridden her.  Did you use a condom?”

I shook my head.  She rolled her eyes upwards.

“Get yourself tested.”

She snapped, and left the room.

She was in bed when I eventually followed her, with her back turned.  I slid in beside her and turned out the light, she shrugged me off when I touched her.  I lay on my back, wondering what I could do to make it up to her.  She turned on to her back, again she shrugged me off when I touched her.  A few minutes later, there was movement alongside me and I realised that she was masturbating.

She was punishing me.  I like to watch her wank and she likes to watch me, never tires of the spunk shoot.  It is part of our sex play, we do it for each other. But his was for her only, I might as well not have been there.

I got tested.  It was clear.

“Get it done again at a different clinic, then we will talk about our future together.”

At last the results came through.  Clear.  That night, she straddled me and worked herself off on my cock.  She dismounted as soon as she came, I had to finish myself off.  She would not allow me to kiss her.

“That doesn’t mean that you're forgiven,” she said.  “I just wanted a cock inside me, anybody's.  You still owe me.”

Ominous.  What did I owe her?