The day for the foursome had arrived and so had my nerves (again). My dad drove me over to Taunton and dropped me off at Jennie’s house thinking the only reason I want to stay there is to go to church... Hmmm I think I will conveniently oversleep the next day!
Jen was in the same position as me this time round, unsure and nervous about sleeping with someone new.
We just chatted about what we thought would happen that night and planned our outfits... You’ve got to make an effort for the boys ;-) Jennie picked out her Sexy Santa outfit (Christmas came early for all of us that night!) and I had a see through cream negligee with white stockings and ridiculously high heals! Please bear in mind at this point I had recently had a broken leg and seriously struggled to walk in flat shoes!
At 7 pm, Drew strolled through the door and took a seat on the other sofa in the lounge whilst Jennie put the kids to bed. We sat and chatted about all sorts, including his current living situation (with his ex girlfriend). he also showed me that he had brought a bullet vibrator with him and spare batteries which me and Jen had requested earlier in the day. For the rest of the evening Jennie, Drew and I all sat watching rubbish Saturday night TV until Lou got home from work.
When he finally got in, he sat and chatted to Drew much to Jen’s annoyance as she couldn’t hear the TV. When he finally had enough of Jennie’s whining about the TV, he went upstairs for a bath before getting dirty again with us. I could smell him before he even came back downstairs and felt myself already getting wet. Me and Jen sat eating chinese to give us enough energy for the night but the guys both said they didn’t want any. We also teased the guys by saying that we had a surprise for them, however neither of us let onto what it could be.
When we had finished eating Jennie and I went upstairs to get into our costumes for the night. We had quite a giggle getting into it and had to give each other a hand for most of the costume change! I had to use sellotape to get the white fluff off of the red velvet of Jen’s santa outfit, whilst doing this the guys started to come upstairs enquiring as to what the strange noises were and if we needed a hand getting out of anything. We sent them back downstairs so we could finish getting their “surprise” ready. We put my hair into two plaits like a naughty school girl and Jennie had hers down flowing over her shoulders. Now was the issue of how we would pose for the boys as they came through the door. Before the operation I was always very flexible and could reach my legs up unbelievably high, so I suggested putting one leg up onto the end of the bed, one of us either side of the bed. I had the side next to the wall so I could lean back and arch my back meaning my hips were thrust forward.
Now that we were ready for our foursome debut, we hollered for the boys to come upstairs. Lou walked through the door closely followed by Drew, their jaws dropped to the floor as they caught sight of us both, still recovering from yet again another fit of giggles, Jen glimpsed up at them both and said they were to remove our clothes first and then they were to lick us both out. This was greeted with enthusiastic replies of “Gladly” and “I’d be happy to”.
I could already see the bulge in Lou’s shorts getting larger and laid myself on the bed next to Jen. Drew had the job of undressing me whilst Lou tackled C’s clothing, Drew looked terrified, it was the first time he had seen me in a state of undress and he was obviously more nervous than the rest of us. He struggled with the buckle on the shoes at first, but once that was out of the way the rest soon peeled off quickly. He asked if I wanted the stockings on or off, I said “everything off” in the most sultry voice I could manage.
I saw Lou grinning subtly at me as he began to go down on his wife. Drew lowered his face down in between my legs and began his mission. He kept on commenting on how sweet I tasted and then proceeded to kiss me so that I could taste my own juices (not the first time I have to admit). He kissed me so passionately and pushed me back down into the bed and began licking me out again. At this point Lou began to finger Jen and she urged him to put more in until nearly his whole fist vanished inside her. Drew and I just watched in amazement at how much she could fit inside her and how much she was enjoying it. I don’t think I will be trying that one until I have had a kid or two to stretch it out!
I then prompted Drew to have full blown sex with me, I didn’t know how it would work with us due to his size, so we tried first with me on my back legs wide. I could see he was having trouble staying hard (stage fright maybe?) and offered him a hand however he refused. When he was finally able to stay erect he slipped a condom on and struggled to roll it down over his shaft, so another one then came out. Once he was eventually hard and protected he climbed on top of me, each time he got his knob in me, the condom would start to roll back down and he would go soft, so we agreed it would be best for him just to continue with the oral, however he did not want anything in return. I was happy with that, I have to admit giving a blow job is never a girls preferred choice.
Earlier in the day Jennie and I had discussed lesbians and what they must do to sexually please each other, I revealed to her that I had never properly kissed another woman, however we had agreed that during our foursome we would not have any lesbian activity, it would only be straight sex which the guys both knew and understood. I hadn’t realised that Jen actually paid attention to our earlier conversation and reached across me in the bed (I presumed to get something on the bedside table), she said “excuse me” quietly as her breast brushed across mine and next thing I know both our bosoms are pressed against each other and she is holding my face to hers embracing me in a passionate kiss. I felt so embarrassed as I was unprepared and knew that my mouth was salivating! It felt normal kissing her though, it was a long embrace and when we finished we both glimpsed over at the guys who were both obviously shocked and amazed, their eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of their heads! Lou shouted out “Get in” and smiled at me and winked. I can safely say they were impressed.
Soon after Drew’s failed attempt with me, Lou suggested switching partners so that Jennie could try something/someone different. Lou looked almost relieved when he was finally laid just behind me, he rapidly slipped a condom on and started pounding me hard and deep, much better than before it has to be said. I could feel the condom starting to roll down his shaft and cannot say whether it was on or not as when he pulled out he used his hand to retrieve the condom. It certainly didn’t feel secure. I didn’t care though, I hate to admit it but I wouldn’t mind having kids with him... He has already produced one beautiful little girl. He came as he was pulling out and I needed to clean up after so I am guessing that it was not on properly. We laid there with his arms wrapped around me making me feel safe and secure. We were in a world of our own and had completely forgotten Jennie and Drew who were still shagging slowly just the other side of Lou. We laid there for what seemed like an eternity just laughing and he whispered in my ear “I’m falling for you”. All I replied with was “I know”.

I spent all day worrying about what to wear that night when Drew was to pick me up. It had been years since I last had a proper date, if at all. I wanted to wear something warm yet still sexy and showed off my great assets. I ended up opting for tight skinny fit jeans with a brown V-neck sweater with holes throughout the sleeves.
When he arrived I told mum to stay in but as a typical parent she had to poke her head round the door and say hi! How embarrassing! But at least she doesn’t know the true reason as to why we were meeting!!! We got on pretty well that night, and luckily did not run out of anything to say. I have to say though I was shocked at how big he was! I felt like a little dwarf stood next to him. Just think of a celebrity with her man mountain!
As I had enjoyed the evening I gave him a small kiss goodnight, however I had to pull away when he tried to slip the tongue in.

Introducing a fourth!

Jen text me earlier in the week to say that Lou had found an additional person to have a foursome with, his best mate Drew. Lou then confirmed this today when I received a text from him saying “Great news, you up for a 4some this weekend? Drew is going to shag Jen so I can have you, here’s his number so you can get to know him first.” I text Lou back saying I didn’t know how to approach this guy, it was a long time since I had met anyone new outside of work and didn’t have a clue where to begin. Lou simply told me to act the same way to Drew as I do him... In other words flirt like crazy.
Message 1 - “Hi Drew, it’s Kelly, Jennie’s friend. I hear Lou has collared you into a passionate weekend amongst friends?! Is this your first foursome? x” What else was I supposed to say?! I had never met the guy before and all I knew about him was that he was really tall (6’4”)!
This very simple yet bizarre message began a day long conversation via text with Drew and Lou. Drew seemed a really nice guy, kind of on my level of filth and soon asked if I wanted to meet up for a drink one night so we could get to know each other properly before the fateful night, so near 60 messages later, we agreed the next night, he would drive over to Yeovil and take me out for a drink.

The next day Lou went off to work leaving Jennie and I to have a lie in. In the afternoon we moved out onto the patio again discussing the previous night. I didn’t know how to act around Jen as I had worked out Lou’s intentions for me. Did she know as well? She certainly didn’t seem happy with the idea of the threesome last night. My head was all over the place and I think Jennie’s was too.
We both sat in silence for a while nursing our cups of tea. Jen looked up at me and said quite sternly, that is never to happen again. She made me “pinky promise”, a very childish thing to do, but I could tell it meant something to her and I obviously wasn’t going to try to piss her off any more than I possibly had already. We agreed a foursome would be fine but no more threesomes. I knew that for me, the foursome would be out of the question. I didn’t know anyone who would want to do something like this and Dale certainly wouldn’t! Not that I would want to get in bed with him again. He was always convinced that I was seeing other guys and Lou happened to be the first person he had accused me of fancying and sleeping with! If only he knew!
Jennie and I talked about who her and Lou could have a foursome with and she was constantly dodging my name. She must have known that Lou was starting to get feelings for me. She was only suggesting a foursome with their friends Sonny and Tina. However, as I mentioned before Sonny was up for it and Tina was not. Tina was very paranoid and self conscious of her body. I really don’t know why though, she’s gorgeous and the perfect build!
When Lou got home from work at 9 pm, we all sat in the lounge having a final cup of tea and fag together. Jen said I could come back the following weekend, but NOTHING was to happen! She can be very scary when she wants to be so I instantly backed down and shot a look at Lou just in case he was going to start complaining that he wanted another threesome, luckily he stayed quiet looking into his cup of tea. He went upstairs and had a quick bath and soon returned smelling irresistible, talk about the Lynx effect! I had to force myself to stay away!!! He went outside and loaded the rest of my possessions into his car, let’s just say it’s a good job he has an estate car, I don’t exactly travel light!
On the drive home, we got talking about the weekends illicit activities. Lou apologised for Jennie’s behaviour, I simply said it was understandable. I felt nervous being in the car alone with him and had butterflies in my stomach. How was I supposed to act around him? It was difficult to read him, I couldn’t fathom out what was going on in his head. He started to explain to me that he had always had feelings for me since the day we met and knew instantly that I was different from the others he had been with. Why me?! I always seem to attract the married men! But he is so lovely, he has the looks (cute, cuddly bear with a cheeky grin), the mentality (he has sense money wise) and can get anything from furniture to knick knack's for free, a very handy person to know really, and also used to be a professional chef.
I sparked up a final fag just as we were coming into Yeovil. My mum didn’t know I had started smoking again so I wanted to have one last one before we arrived. Unfortunately my timing was as terrible as ever and we soon pulled into my street. I told Lou to continue down the road and we parked up in a secluded spot behind a group of garages to finish our cigarettes. He sat telling me about how unhappy he is in his marriage and how hard it is to live with Jennie because of her lack of money sense. I could see where he was coming from with all of his complaints and the more he told me the more sympathetic I felt for him. We sat for a while and Lou began telling me all of his feelings for me and how he would leave Jen for me. My head was spinning, I was one of her best friends, I should be the one telling her that Lou is being a naughty boy, not the one to cause the trouble!
I said we ought to get back to my mum’s as it was going to be really late by the time Lou got home. He kissed me passionately and I kissed him back. He’s such a good kisser, he makes you melt. I could feel myself getting wet and really wished that the back of the car was empty so he could fuck me again one last time.
We soon pulled up outside the house and I said to Lou that I appreciated the weekend and everything him and Jenny had been doing for me and that we needed to be very careful, I didn’t want anyone to find out and get hurt. I don’t think I could live with myself if I was to hurt her like that, she was crazy about him. Completely head over heals in fact.
When Lou had finished emptying the car he stood in the hallway preparing to leave. I was slightly annoyed that my mother was stood right behind me so I couldn’t say exactly what was on my mind, nor kiss him good bye. Instead he turned to me and said “Gimme a squeeze then!” We stood embracing for what seemed like forever. I didn’t want the moment to end, I breathed his smell in deep then tapped his back saying he really ought to get back to Jennie.

The Morning After the Night Before...

The morning after the night before and we all woke at half 6 whilst Lou was getting ready for work. Jennie and I had decided the night before to take the kids to our local church where many of our friend’s and Jennie’s family go, so we decided to get up as well. Lou looked like death warmed up when he finally crawled out of the door. Both me and Jen felt so tired however were still determined to go to church. This was going to be my first church service since leaving Dale who is highly religious and attends our church every week without fail (until recently that is)
Sat in church that Sunday morning was like hell. We were both sat near the front of the church still giggling about the night before, half way through the lord’s prayer when we all chanted in unison “forgive us our sins” I cracked up. I couldn’t contain it anymore, it seemed so wrong, us being in church the morning after a night like that! Forgive us our sins lord for we have many! I think if we had a confessional booth like the Catholics, Jennie and I would have been there all day!
After a few minutes had passed and a few odd looks, I was finally able to muffle my laughter, however the laughter soon moved to tears. We moved onto the worship of the day, which happened to be all of my favourite songs however as these were my favourite, they also happen to have been my wedding songs. I felt myself welling up and sat down and Jen soon noticed the tears starting to flow. She asked if I was ok and if I wanted to go out, I tried to put a brave face on and said we should stay. I wasn’t going to let the memories of a man who wrecked my life make me miss out on my weekly activity that I loved with my friends. My brave face soon shattered and I told her I had to get out of there.
Jennie went upstairs to get her fags whilst I went and sat on the tarmac of the church driveway. It was the first time I had properly cried in front of someone since leaving him. Jen soon emerged from the doorway clutching a packet of cigarettes, she passed me one which I promptly sparked up and sat clinging onto Jennie as if she was the last person on the planet. My fag soon burnt out so another came out of the pack which I rapidly smoked through. We then ventured back in and I suggested we sit near the back in case I needed to dash out again. Thankfully when we returned inside the worship was over meaning I didn’t need to risk hearing any more songs which would bring back the harsh memories of reality.
At the end of the service everyone congregates at the back of the church for a coffee and a chat. Most people by this time had heard on the grapevine that I had left my hubby and everyone was rapidly rushing over to me to offer their support and a shoulder to cry on. I had one person Pattie, who kept on telling me to do what my heart said, however when I told her that there is no way I could take him back after everything he had and hadn’t done, she kept repeating “no, you do what your heart says, not what other people say”.
Soon after I had been accosted by Pattie, Jennie whisked me back to her house on the outskirts of town where we migrated out into the garden for the afternoon. We sat on the patio smoking and chatting about the previous night and how fun and enjoyable it had been. Jennie admitted to me that she found it hard to watch Lou with me. She couldn’t explain the feeling fully, however described it as being a pull on her heart, not quite jealousy though. She then went onto ask me if I had ever had feelings, before last night, for Lou. This I completely denied, as a friend I know that it would be wrong to admit I had ever fancied him, let alone, dreamt of having his kids! We both agreed never to have another threesome (together that is!). That comment stood with exception to that night of course! We decided that I would stay until the Monday and Lou would drive me back to the town of Yeovil (where I was living at the time). I had stored some of my belongings and small furniture at Jennie and Lou’s house, so when Lou took me home he would bring back the rest of my things as well.
All day Jen and I had been texting Lou from my phone (Jennie had run out of credit), and soon the messages were obviously aimed at myself. They were the sort of messages Jen would have been shocked to see Lou sending to me and trying to hide them from her was nearly impossible. Jennie is a very nosy person, I don’t usually mind it as previously I had never had anything to hide and I am very open with anything in my life. Clearly Jennie wanted to know who the many messages were from and kept glimpsing over my shoulder and remarking “Why is he sending you that?! That must have been meant for me”, I ended up having to turn my phone onto silent and keep it in my pocket at all times, I didn’t want to risk anything for them.
That night we decided to let Lou share the bed with Jennie and I as it was too cold downstairs and we both felt sorry for him. Jen decided it would be best for her to sleep in-between me and Lou in-case his hands strayed during the night I presume. Whilst we were all laid there just chatting, Lou started to go quiet yet cheeky. He turned to Jennie and said how he really wanted a fuck, Jen replied “But babes, Kelly’s here, you’ll have to wait till tomorrow night”, Lou wasn’t going to give in easily and I said I didn’t mind through gritted teeth.
Soon after saying that, I realised I really did mind. Not only was I starting to feel a little sea sick from the rocking of the bed but I had a slight pang of jealousy as I knew that I wasn’t going to get any for a very long time due to the misfortune of being single and living back with my mother (never a good thing when you want to invite a guy back to yours). Lou soon tried his luck by sneaking his hand over to my groin where my own hands were already very much busy. He made me even wetter when Jen noticed and snatched his hand back. Lou then decided to really push his luck with Jen and started saying “What about Kell, she’s having to put up with this and she obviously needs looking after at the moment, she probably feels left out”. Which was true as I was feeling very much left out.
Jennie obviously got fed up with his persistent whinging and finally slammed her hands down on the bed and said “Fine, Kell do you want some?” Like I was going to turn down another night like the previous one! I just shrugged my shoulders and said, “if you don’t mind, but only if you are sure.” I didn’t want to get in-between them and their marriage. My marriage was well and truly over, however theirs was still going. It was apparent that Jennie was starting to get frustrated with the both of us constantly saying only if you’re sure that it’s ok and you will be ok with this in the morning as she was beginning to get snappy.
Lou soon moved over to me and took me on my side again as he knew that I enjoyed that position, he can get really deep that way!
He was obviously getting very carried away, so he knocked himself out of rhythm to avoid coming to quick. He then had to pull out and stop where he was getting too excited. He soon got back in and started to pump away much quicker than before, I then felt him begin to shoot his load and rapidly retreat. We didn’t want any accidental pregnancies (not with me anyway), try explaining that one to the church, Jennie’s family and mine come to think of it!
Jennie looked gutted that I had made him come and not her. After we both cleaned up we all laid down and went to sleep. Except me that is, I had cottoned on to Lou, I had realised he was falling for me. We were having an affair right under Jennie’s nose and she didn’t even realise, damn it I had only just realised!

Threesomes and New Beginnings

Before I begin, I would like to say, I do not agree with threesomes in a relationship, the sex with your long term partner will NEVER be the same and can possibly lead to a break-up, I also feel very sorry for any neighbours!!!

I was sat on the Sofa at Jennie and Lou’s house on a Saturday night. I was staying for the weekend as I had been since leaving my hubby, there would be me and Jennie sharing the double bed in their room upstairs and Lou would have the tiny lumpy sofa bed in the lounge. The kids had gone up to bed and as usual mine and Jennie’s conversation soon turned to filth! We were sat next to each other on the sofa when Jen turned to me and simply said “Lou wants to have a threesome.”
I was vaguely aware that they both wanted to have a foursome with a couple they are good friends with, Sonny and Tina, the other guy (Sonny) was quite happy to give it a go (name me a man that wouldn’t), however they were having problems convincing his girlfriend (Tina). She is a very paranoid person and extremely self conscious of her own body. Despite having the same body shape and stretch marks as Jennie she was not going to change her mind anytime soon.
When this was said to me, I simply turned to Jen and gave her a look of false shock. It didn’t surprise me in the slightest, Lou was the sort of guy who had already tried everything and anything in the world of sexual activities (except gay sex) and had also shagged his way up and down the street in which they live.
Jennie just continued, “ I don’t know if I would want a threesome, and even if I had one who would it be with? I would want someone who is a really good friend so I know I could trust them. Lou suggested you, but I don’t know?” Well that was a hint if I ever heard one!
We just joked around about it for a while and decided on a plan. We wouldn’t actually have a threesome, however would lead Lou on and convince him we were up for it. It would be fun just to wind him up and see his face. After that we just sat watching TV and forgot all about the previous conversation.
Lou finally returned home from his highly physically demanding job at around about 9 following a 12 hour shift. I had completely wiped mine and Jen’s conversation from my mind when she suddenly piped up and started saying to Lou about how we had discussed what they had talked about earlier in the week and that I was up for it. I felt myself blush crimson as the little light bulb flickered on in my head and just glimpsed over at Lou and winked. He tried to hide the surprised and happy expression from his face failing miserably. After winding him up for 5 minutes me and Jennie fell about with laughter! Lou looked up seeming very confused looked at me as if he was a poor dog that had just been kicked.
“You didn’t really think I would do that did you?! What do you take me for?” I managed to sputter out in-between laughs. He soon got over it and we all had a cup of tea and a fag.
It was about midnight when we finally decided to head off to bed. Jennie pulled out the sofa bed for Lou and went off to find him a couple of sleeping bags as the back door was going to be left open for the dog to go in and out. I went upstairs after saying good night and got changed into my PJs. Me and Jennie laid in bed chatting for ages, mostly laughing about our prank from earlier in the evening. Lou sent Jennie a text saying “if you do want to do anything you need to decide now cos I have work tomorrow.”
We looked over at each other both with a look of terror on our faces, which soon turned into yet more laughter. Was he just trying to call our bluff and get revenge for his disappointment or was he being serious? Jen phoned him (lazy mare!) and announced how I was wetting myself with laughter, I was surprised he couldn’t hear me from downstairs, I was hysterical by this point simply from the thought of seeing them both naked!!!
We all talked about it umming and ahhing for ages, then Lou said “why don’t I come upstairs so we can talk about it cos it’s bloody freezing down here.” We agreed and up he ran, he was right he was cold. He sat on the end of the bed bundled in the duvet trying to warm up and kept moving his foot onto my leg. I didn’t know how to feel about it, had Jennie noticed what he was doing? Was he trying to come onto me? I was only 3 weeks out of a marriage, my head was already all over the place, did I need something like this to mess it up even more? What if Dale found out? He would then be able to divorce me for adultery, I certainly did not want that black mark on me, I am not the sort of person to cheat on someone. If you are with someone, then you are with them and them alone. I have been hurt by cheaters before (usually me being the other woman) but that’s another story.
For me and Jen this was a first, so we were kind of relying on Lou to guide us as to what we do, we had already agreed that there would be no lesbian activity which Lou said he was ok about, you could tell he was a little disappointed though. I had had a threesome a few years ago, however I was so drunk that night I barely remember it! I just know that the guy only had full sex with my mate, I was there as an addition, he only used toys and licked me out. Anyway back to our current night of passion.
We talked about any issues we had or what we felt uncomfortable about. For me I was worried about my body, I had recently had major surgery on my leg, so as well as being so skinny I looked anorexic I had hideous scars going all the way up my thigh. Lou said he had no problems with scars and that skinny was fine, I had big tits so he really wasn’t worried. Jennie showed me her stretch marks (barely noticeable) but it made me feel better all the same.
After that and Lou had warmed up, he wriggled up under the duvet until he was laid in-between me and his wife. He looked across at each of us with his usual big cheeky smile. Me and Lou were both concerned with Jennie, and kept asking her if she was sure that she wanted to go ahead with it and we all promised each other that nothing would change in our friendships, no awkwardness and the like. They had no condoms in the drawer, so Jen had the job of convincing me that L is very good with his self control and would be able to pull out in time. He asked her how she wanted to do it and she replied in a very quiet voice that Lou and I should kiss so that we could all get used to the idea, I was nervous at this point and could feel my heart thumping against my chest. I glimpsed down at Lou and he smiled up ready and raring to go, I bent down and kissed him gently on the lips to start and glimpsed over at Jennie to check she was ok with it, she urged me on so I guessed she was fine! We kissed more passionately and then he moved away and kissed Jen, he moved his hand beneath the duvet and started rubbing my clit whilst his other hand was on his knob, I followed suit and moved my hand in-between his legs and he laid back enjoying every moment, Jennie then took over on his shaft whilst I massaged his balls. We briefly talked about who would be fucked first, Jen decided she wanted me to be “seen to” first, as then it would mean she would have the making up sex with Lou, plus he would come in her and not me.
He was the biggest I had ever had and considering the fact that I still had a broken leg from one and a half months ago, he knew he had to go gently. I felt his cock teasing my lips and throbbing as he slowly eased it inside the moist walls. I was laid on my back looking up to him and he kept whispering to me “Are you ok? Is this all right?” I glimpsed over and saw Jennie glaring at us both as he pumped me harder and faster, I flinched from the tightness as he pushed even deeper. He asked me if it would be easier on my side, so I obliged and rolled over, it was my first time having sex laid on my side like that, I clung onto the edge of the bed before he pushed me off. And bit down on the pillow to stifle my screams of pleasure. I have never had so many multiple orgasms in my life! It was an incredible feeling. Just as I was about to come again (I had lost count how many times by then), Lou pulled out panting saying he’s getting too excited. He moved onto Jennie and made love for a while whilst fingering me at the same time. Jen soon caught sight of his hand and pulled his hand up onto her breast. I watched while they fucked and entertained myself.
We stopped a couple of hours in and sat looking at each other in shock. Lou went downstairs to get us all a drink. We sat around giggling at each other enjoying ice cold Cola and chain smoking Lou’s cigarettes. Ten minutes later Lou looked at both of us in turn “Ready for another round?” Of course I was, but I didn’t know how Jennie was taking the situation. She said she was fine about it and was also ready. Lou took me on the side again getting even deeper than before and passionately kissing my neck and shoulders. He was getting harder and faster, the more of me he had, the more he wanted and the more I wanted.
After a while Jennie piped up “Right, that’s enough, me now. And I want it doggy.” Me and Lou looked at each other, we both knew that the night of passion for us was over and tried to hide our disappointment from Jen. He took her from behind and kept glimpsing over at me asking if I was ok. He was constantly trying to involve me again but Jennie was having none of it. Each time he tried to kiss me she would swipe at him and pull his face back to her lips. I knew that it was getting to her so I didn’t even try to encourage him, I just pleasured myself whilst watching them.
Next thing we knew it was four in the morning! Lou had work in the morning and had to be up at 6 am, so he kissed us both good night and ventured downstairs to bed leaving me and Jennie to turn over and go to sleep.

Things are looking up!

No word from Dale today.
Went up to Bristol today for a check up with my consultant. Had yet again another x-ray which showed that the break was healing nicely. My second operation is now predicted for 22nd October, providing people in Bristol stop being so damn clumsy and breaking bones!

I can be too naive!

Woke up at half three in the morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. I checked my email once mum had left for work to find that Dale had sent me a couple of messages. These were not too harassing but I did respond to answer any queries and to clear up a few issues. We were emailing for quite some time and it all seemed very much up and down (emotionally and harassment-wise).
He then phoned me at lunch time which was good. We spoke for two hours and when he said how he really didn’t think I cared I started to cry. He was very sweet, which was a first as he usually runs away if I ever got emotional. He said that in his head he was holding my hand and giving me a hug.
It seemed a good conversation despite the occasional accusation, but once we had gotten it all off our chests, the other either explained their side of the story or apologised. It ended with talk of us possibly making another go of things away from Taunton for a fresh start. He asked me to move with him and the kid to Southampton which would mean me having to leave my family and my job and not only that but if things were to go pear shaped again, I would have no escape.
He seemed amazed that we could still talk as friends as all of his past exes, he had kept as enemies.

Managed to get back to sleep once mum had left for work and woke again around 10. Went online to find Dale had emailed me again. This time he seems to have finally seen the light, that it was him who has done wrong and not try to put the blame on me. He even called himself a “wanker” and “cunt”!!! I would like to make it clear - he said that NOT me! Although it is very true!
I then got a little too nosey for my own good and logged onto his email account to be faced with two suspicious emails. One was from a Christian dating site saying he had 6 members wanting to meet him and the other was also a dating site saying his photo had been accepted. Obviously I was very curious at this stage and looked up his age group on match.com (how we met in the first place) and his account had been active in the last 3 days, surprise, surprise! This to me is showing that he is actively seeking an affair and doesn’t seem to realise that we are still married and will remain married until probably late next year when we have both signed on the dotted line and the divorce is finalised.
He sent me a text whilst I was online saying he had been offered a maisonette in Southampton, he just had to save up for the move. I don’t yet know when he intends on moving, however either way I (for my solicitor) will need to know his whereabouts so that his parts of the paperwork can be sent to him. My main worry is that he will move and not tell anybody, including his solicitor, and I will remain married to him until he has signed the forms off. Either that or I would have to wait a minimum of 3 years and file for a legal separation which my solicitor did not seem too willing to do.
Mum took the afternoon off to come to the solicitors with me. It seemed a waste of time. They said it was pointless in doing a legal separation unless there would be a financial gain, which there wasn’t as we had no joint financial commitments together. She also said I would have to hold fire and wait until next May before filing for divorce which by then we would have legally been married for one year. From what she said and the information I had told her I should have good, strong grounds for divorce.
I have also found out that normally it would cost approximately £500 to cover the divorce, but thankfully because of being on long term sick leave my earnings are low enough (by only £50!) to be entitled to receiving legal aid. This is a government funding scheme by which they (the government) will pay all of my solicitor fees.

Mum did us a fry up this morning, it’s good to have something unhealthy once in a while! One of her friends came over and she obviously knows the current situation and the full story behind it. We had a good bitch and moan about men and my ex in particular. She told me that I was much better off without him and the only way now is forward, which is true as even if I did want to go back, too many hurtful things have been said.
We then went over to see Nan and granddad (mum’s parents) and had a chat with them. I was amazed that neither of them mentioned my shambles of a marriage. Nan has lent us a pile of DVDs (we watched Happy feet, very strange film indeed), a puzzle board and a stack of puzzles. Should keep me going for a while!
Then tonight Dale started texting again. It started with him saying that I had his Play station memory card, could he have it back please. I said I would put it with a book of his and my key to post back.
Dale - “Thanks, so I guess this marks the end as you would want it did you read the song of songs?”
I presumed he emailed me something again, so I logged on and the email simply said “read song of songs - The Bible, this is what I tried to say for the wedding”. So I text him to say the email hadn’t come through properly and that I never wanted this to happen, it takes 2 to make a marriage work and it was all very one-sided.
Dale - “Yes it did my sided as we see it no chance of a second go or do you always give up at the first hurdle?”
Me - “There is no second chance. And this is not the first hurdle. You have broken countless promises to me including wedding vows. I can’t take anymore. I have said to you exactly what our problems are but you wouldn’t listen and didn’t want to make any changes or sacrifices to help the situation.”
Dale - “You spent all my money and did not show any love to Jonathon you have got someone else haven’t you?”
I would love to know how I have spent all his money! Plus it’s not even his money, it’s the governments money which he is conning from them. I was always the one who would give the kid the time and listen when he needed someone to talk to. And the same old accusation. He can believe what he wants, I know the truth and it would appear that so does everyone else.
Me - “Don’t be stupid. You should trust your wife. You have never trusted me from the word go. I have trusted you with everything yet you still broke my heart because of drink and drugs. Am going to bed now.”
Dale - “I did trust you until the manjina incident and when you went out with J. That’s what broke me and made me turn to dope.”
That manjina incident is something that happened months ago, near Christmas ‘06 when I was working back in Yeovil. The guys in the shop are all like overgrown kids. This particular day they came upstairs into my office doing “manjinas” (tucking their penis in between the legs to look like a vagina) in front of me. I did what any girl would have done and told them to put it away and to get lost. I told Hubby all of this but as usual he has twisted it in his mind and I apparently wanted them to do it and enjoyed looking at their willies. Despite not being able to see anything! If I had something to hide, why would I have told Hubby in the first place?
The night I went out with J was so that I could go out with the staff from the Yeovil store. This is the main reason I have had to drop all of my male friends, if I even so much as think about going out with them, then I am having an affair. Dale needs to learn how to trust women, else he will never be able to hold down a relationship.

Went into town with mum this morning, nothing exciting! No news from Dale thankfully. Had a message from Barry to see if I was ok.

I did the washing up and hung out the washing this morning - anything to pass the time! I found a puzzle in the back room so have now begun that one and also taught myself how to knit! Yes, I am very bored!!!
Mum was only working a half day today, so I was only on my own for the morning. I had a message from Dale this evening asking if I wanted all the stuff I had left. I didn’t know what it was so I asked, via text. Turns out it was the wedding photos, a teddy, jeans, a dressing gown and two diaries he also asked if I was ok. I only really wanted the jeans and dressing gown but to make it easier I asked him to give it all to Barry and I would get it via him. I also told him that I was coping. He seems to think that the church are trying to get us back together which is news to me. He also put that he was thinking of moving towns, “so we can make a new start, we can’t go to any churches here as Richard will give a bad report we pray that you will find happiness in your new life”.
It’s ridiculous that he thinks Rich will give a bad report, he hasn’t even been kicked out! And any church would happily offer Hubby help and not turn him and the kid away and be mean like that. Dale should know better than most, that Christians are not like that, they are good people.

Mum had taken today off of work because I had a hydro appointment in Taunton. We were also going to collect some more of my belongings from Jennie and Lou’s house. We left the house at 9 am as my appointment was at 10 am. It was when we were half way along the A303 that we realised it would take much longer to get there than originally expected, the Ilminster Bypass was closed!
Traffic going along the small lanes through the tiny rural town was hell. We were stuck in solid traffic for 2 hours! I phoned the hospital and warned them that we would be a little bit late and they said it was fine, I could be seen whenever I arrived.
We arrived at the hospital at 11 am, an hour later than my appointment, and surprise, surprise, they couldn’t fit me in. I changed my address with the woman on reception whilst I was there. She was pretty useless and I asked her to arrange a referral form for my physiotherapy and hydrotherapy to be transferred to Yeovil hospital. It took much persuasion before she even wrote it on a tiny post-it note! I just have to hope and pray that the letter gets sent to the correct address, if it was sent at all.
After the palaver in the hospital, we slowly made our way over to see Jennie and to collect my stuff. We were just sat there chilling out with a cup of tea. It was lunch time before Lou decided to get the stuff downstairs, so we loaded the car (completely jam packed) and then stopped at McDonalds on the way back home.
When we got home, I unpacked all of the bin bags full of my clothes and completely filled the wardrobe!

Barry and Phillis are coming to see me this morning, so I kept busy first thing with tidying the place up as much as I physically could. I was stood in the kitchen keeping and eye out for them since Phillis rang me to say they were approaching Yeovil. I spotted them just as they drove past, so I got on the phone to her and told her exactly where to stop!
When they got in, we all sat in the lounge with a cup of tea and I explained to them both exactly how Dale had been over the last few months and how he had been treating me. They sat back looking shocked and disgusted, slowly taking it all in. They then put their own opinions forward and mentioned how shocked they were at Grapevine (the Christian festival we all went to as a church just last week) when he was just dumping me in the wheelchair outside of other people’s tents as if I was a boring chore rather than the adoring wife I truly was.
Barry went on to explain about a phone call he had made to Dale on Monday. Apparently Barry couldn’t get a word in edgeways as he wouldn’t shut up, he also said about how delusional he appeared about everything. Dale kept talking about prophesies he had read and how each one was meant especially for him. Barry said he had seen Dale being stubborn about his ways, ideas and opinions before but never anything on this scale.
Barry then showed me the letter that Richard (our minister) had written to Dale the night I left. It was very honest and open telling him of his shock and disappointment and saying how this had confirmed his suspicions. He wrote that he withdrew his support for Dale to be on the ministry course, however nowhere did it mention him being kicked out of the church! I believe that Dale didn’t want the hassle and embarrassment of going back to the church because he knows that there will be friction from most people there and that the vast majority of the church would be on my side. Not that I want people to take sides of course!
Barry and Phillis left at one so they could get to work on time. Richard had also mentioned in his letter Dale’s employment situation or rather lack of and the fact that he couldn’t be bothered to get a job despite it being the husband that was supposed to provide for the family.
I went into town on the bus in the afternoon to kill some time and to keep busy and got back home just before mum.

I still don’t want to be on my own as I am afraid that Dale will come over and I am scared of what he could do. I have already had two serious stalkers in the past and I do not want him to become my third.
I phoned my Nan a half eight as I knew that she would be back from dog walking by then, however she was not in. Grandad told me to call back at nine. Instead of me calling her, she rang me back at five past. I explained to her that I did not feel comfortable being in a house on my own, she then offered to come over and pick me up which I accepted. She told me that she would be here at quarter to and then we would go onto see my great auntie (a lady in her mid nineties who is blind yet too stubborn to move in with anyone or into a home). Quarter to came and went and I was getting nervy. I even wondered if she had meant quarter to eleven?! She finally arrived at just gone ten o’clock. We went and sat in at my great aunties for nearly two hours. She was sad to hear of my separation and was shocked to hear the reasoning behind it.
We soon left and went up to my Nan’s house where I remained for the afternoon. I had with me the list of places to change my address with, so I knuckled down and called all of them. My auntie arrived later on, who is currently going through a divorce herself, so we chatted about that for a while and what our husbands were trying to do to get their revenge (mostly accusations of adultery). Conversation then moved onto my leg and physiotherapy. She sat in and helped me (she works alongside the Yeovil physiotherapists) with my exercises for half an hour and then left again.
Mum picked me up at quarter to five and we had a quiet evening in. I went online, later in the evening, onto my Face book account (a social networking site) to find that Dale had left me a message saying “I don’t want to be your friend, you’re evil”. Strange that, seeing as how he had created an account and became my friend just to say that!
Dale seems to believe that he has evidence of me having an affair, simply being the Face book account. He could see that I had asked a lot of males to be my friends, what he doesn’t seem to realise however, was that in school I was in a class of thirty students and only seven of us were female. So obviously the majority of my friends were male. I had to drop all of my male friends because of my soon to be ex husband and his paranoid mind, I just figured it was time to catch up and beg forgiveness from my old school chums.

The Morning After the Night Before

Last night, I packed all my belongings and left my husband. It all started back before we got married... Dale has an addictive personality and would occasionally drink, however, when he drank, he would not stop until he was too exhausted to continue drinking. The drinking finally began to subside in the run up tot the wedding (May 07).
There had been times before the wedding when I had suspected that he had been smoking cannabis, I felt that he had, as every-so-often, I would smell marijuana in the flat, especially whenever he entered the flat from visiting the couple upstairs. Dale often acted suspiciously and strongly denied the allegations of drugs use and would say “It was all in [my] mind and you shouldn’t worry as he hadn’t smoked it for years and wasn’t likely to start then”. I later found out that this was a major league lie when giving one of the people from upstairs, Neil, a lift into town. I managed to get the courage to ask him when he last shared a spliff with Dale, “Only a couple of days ago” he replied, completely oblivious to why I was asking and the fact that I didn’t know. It all came pouring out of Neil, with how often Dale would visit to share a joint or two and often ended up hogging it from the others. It turned out that my husband was visiting them at least once a week and sharing a joint, sorry, smoking the majority of the Neil’s stash. I questioned Dale again that night about whether he had been smoking dope and received his usual response, “No, haven’t smoked it for years”.
It was only after the wedding (2/3 weeks later) that he admitted to having “a bit” of Neil’s joint one night when he was really stressed out. After his partial confession, he was happy to buy more dope and openly smoke it in front of myself and the kid. This recently went to the extreme when he took his son/ my young step son into the flat up stairs and openly smoke dope up there. There were at least four adults in that lounge and of course the kid. All of the adults were getting stoned including Dale. At about 11 pm he came downstairs to get something and I asked if he was going to bring Jonathon down soon to put him to bed. He responded “Nah, he’s still wide awake”. Every hour he came downstairs and I would ask him each time when was he going to put the kid to bed, and each time it was the same answer, “Not yet, he’s the most awake out of all of us”. I wasn’t the least bit surprised!

Mum went to work at quarter past seven. She knew that I did not feel safe in the house on my own, however she had to go in for the morning at least as the company secretary was going to be late in today. Mum was back home by half eight as she was worried about me being alone. I had not slept very well (pretty obvious why) I had probably only had 2 hours sleep and spent the rest of the night reading and doing Sudoku’s.
I wrote several different letters to my husband during the night explaining why I had left him. I still haven’t decided to send one of them or not. I phoned Dale in the morning and told him what was going on and he just said “ok, sure, whatever” and that was that!!! Glad to see I meant that much to him.
I had written a list of places which I needed to change my address with during the night. A couple of these I needed to do in town (work and one of the banks). Everyone in my Yeovil store was thrilled to see me and were completely gob smacked when I told them what I had done the night before. They all cheered me up with their silly antics and jokes. I changed my address and booked up my remaining holiday on the companies booking system, I booked this for the week before I was next due in hospital (eight working days) 26th September - 6th October.
Once my address changes were done, we went and sat down in one of the local coffee shops. I seem to get stomach aches when drinking coffee, so I just had an iced chocolate milkshake. I was reading the paper when Dale phoned me saying “Thanks for ruining my life, I’ve been kicked off my course and kicked out of the church”. He didn’t seem to realise that he had done this through his own doing. The only reason he was still on the course is because he had lied to Richard when questioned about drugs previously.
We were just driving up to the local Tesco store to get a couple of bits when Dale phoned again, this time to have a go at me for stealing the saucepans! And leaving him with “Nothing to cook with!” Which was yet again another lie. I left one large saucepan which was his in the first place, several casserole dishes, frying pans, woks and the jugs, not to mention that all of the food he buys is microwaveable! According to him, I took them all just to stop him from being able to cook any food for Jonathon! Which is absurd seeing as how I treated that kid as if he was my own son, and I hated the fact that I would have to leave him behind.
The only major things which we both used in the flat which I took and he apparantly has “no alternatives for” was the saucepan set (which mum gave me for my birthday/christmas), the chip-fryer (given to us by my dad), the blender and hot chocolate machine (both mine in the first place) and the play station (which was also mine when I moved in). I took these things for the above reasons and not only that, but he has a flat and all of the furniture, the only furniture I have is a bedside table, a canvas set of drawers and a falling apart laundry basket!
Later that night he tried to phone me again but I pressed reject call as I could not be bothered to have yet more abuse hurled at me. Ten minutes later he rings again. I got mum to answer it as I didn’t want to speak to him. He kept saying to her that I had stolen the saucepans to put in my new boyfriend’s flat, which was news to me! To which mum replied "Don’t be such a dick head!” He kept on talking rubbish and eventually said “I guess it’s over then?” Talk about stating the obvious! Mum told him not to bother contacting me for a few days at least because I had nothing to say to him, which was true.
Earlier in the day I arranged a solicitor. My ex step-mum works at a local law firm in the family law department, so she is sorting out all of the nitty gritty for me. I have a meeting with my solicitor next Monday.
Lou text me during the day to say that Dale had tried calling him but he was too busy to answer it, however if he does speak to him, he will say exactly what he thinks of him.
Much later on Jennie (Lou’s wife and one of my best friends) rang me to say that Dale had just tried to phone her, what should she do? Whilst on the phone to me, he tried calling her again, so I talked her through what to do. I told her to text him saying that her hearing aid isn’t working properly.
Dale - “Did you help Kel move? Why did she do it?”
Jennie - “No, she left you because of the drugs and the way you treated her and Jonathon.”
Dale - “Kelly never pulled her weight and expected me to pay for everything. I look after my son well. I am divorcing her now.”
And that was that. I will be very surprised if he was to divorce me though, firstly he has no grounds (nor evidence to support his stories), secondly I have the marriage certificate and thirdly I already have a meeting set up with my solicitor!

The Big Break (Up)

After a measly 3 and half months of married life, I had enough of being disrespected and made to feel stupid and small...

Sunday 2nd September
I had been staying at mum’s for the weekend sot hat I could have a break from my husband, Dale, and have a girly weekend with my mum.
When I was in hospital (about a month ago), I started to tell mum about what had been happening in our relationship and that I wasn’t very happy and it only seemed to be me who was willing to work at our marriage as Dale did not want to change his ways. We spent most of the weekend talking about my marriage and my options, either stay with Dale, continue to nag about his drugs use and lack of care for me in the hope that he would change, but most likely I would remain being deeply unhappy for the rest of the marriage (till death us do part etc) and waste my life for him or leave.
I had decided on the latter option. I had it all planned out for the following weekend when Dale would be away on his training course (he was training to become a minister - Yes, I know!), our friend Lou would collect some boxes from the tip during the week and store them at his house, Dad would hire a van and keep it at his house Friday night. I would text mum Friday when Dale had left and she would come and spend the night in Taunton with me to help me pack and keep me company. The following day, Dad would come over with the van, we’d load up and head off to Yeovil without a single glimpse back, I would leave Dale and his son Jonathon a letter each apologising for it having to result in this and explaining my full reasons for leaving. Funny how fast a plan can change...
I text Dale whilst mum was driving me back to Taunton at about half eight in the evening. He had been camping in North Devon with Jonathon and knew that I was due back sometime on Sunday. When we pulled up at the flat both mum and I noticed that his car wasn’t there. It was just as we got out of the car that I received a message from him saying “Ok we will be back tomorrow love you hope you had a nice time with your nun”.
I could tell from the way he had written the message that he was stoned. This message came from the man that was supposed to be my full time carer, “In sickness and in health” and all that jazz. I had major surgery on my leg a month ago and whilst on crutches, I can’t really do a lot! I need some one there to cook for me and to move things around the flat as I can’t carry anything.
I felt crushed and the expression on mum’s face said it all. She simply asked “Do you want to come back with me now?” I was so unsure of what I wanted, it was all so sudden and final. It seemed a bit too real. Mum phoned Dad for his advice and he said I should get out now. He couldn’t come to help with moving though as he had been drinking. I called Lou as he knew everything that had been going on and my plans for next weekend. He has a large estate car and trailer so I figured he would be ideal to help me move. There was no answer on either his mobile nor his house phone. I then phoned Sasha (one of my best friends) and she was more than happy to help with her tiny hatchback car. Next thing I know, mum is throwing all of my clothes into bin bags and I am trying to put stuff into piles separate from his belongings. Then Lou calls me, he had just finished a 12 hour shift at the tip but was more than happy to help, and not only that, he could store some of my possessions. I was so relieved as anything I left behind I would have to sacrifice.
An hour and a half later everything is packed into all three cars, I lock the door one final time and we all stand outside hugging before going our separate ways (and my prized possessions going to three separate houses!). Without Lou, it would have been impossible.
On the way back to Yeovil, I phoned Richard Hamilton (our minister who married us 3 and a half months ago) and told him everything, about the drugs, the drink, general behaviour and the way he treated both myself and Jonathon. Much to my amazement he simply said “You’re doing the right thing”. Unfortunately he was flying out of the country on a mission the following day and wouldn’t be returning to England until the end of the month. He said to me that he would write Dale a letter and hand the situation over to Barry and Phillis Lucky. They are a couple who live nearby and are church deacons, I new that I could trust them as I used to live with them and they were amazing friends.