It has finally happened. The thing I’ve obsessed about for so many years, the thing we have both discussed so often. Her with a man. My sweet Becky fucked senseless by a stranger! Here’s how. Our local pub. Big Carvery, not the kind of pub where everyone knows everyone else. It was my Birthday. Just the two of us. Beef and Yorkshire pud for me. Becky, salad with prawns, I think. Does it matter? No you couldn’t give a fuck, could you? I’ll try to keep to the point, cut to the chase. At the end of the night, before leaving for home, I’d gone outside for a fag while Becky visited the ladies. Half way through smoking my fag I heard the loud, hollow bang of cars colliding. I ran towards the noise and stood by the side of the road gaping. Sounded worse than it was. I watched for a few minutes as people fussed about helping people out of vehicles. Then I went back to the pub entrance to wait for Becky. I waited and waited. Thinking I’d missed her, I quickly set off towards home. Although our house is only five hundred yards from the pub you have to walk past a poorly lit section with bushes at the side. A bit worried about her, I was home real quick. She wasn’t there. Concern now. I headed back to the pub, fast. Under the sodium lights I spied a couple arm in arm walking my way. They were about a hundred yards down the street and it was only when they got real close that I took on board the fact it was her. Becky in her new leather boots and grey opaque fashion tights, her long thighs hardly knowing the clingy woollen dress thing she had on. I stopped dead in my tracks and watched their approach. She seemed drunker then when I’d left her, now slouching against him as they walked. He had his arm around her shoulders, not just to touch her but offering physical support. I stood and waited. It took more time than it should have for them get to me and come to a halt. She continued to lean against him her cheek against his T-shirted chest, even as she smiled sheepishly like a little child caught with chocolate before tea time, saying, “See what I found, darling.” But all I could do was stare at his beef shank arms. I’d expected a bollocking from her for going off without her, her to demand where the fuck had I got to? But no, all she said was, “His name is Adam. He’s protecting a lone damsel in distress.” Then looking up at him, “aren’t you, Adam?” Adam said nothing. He looked gutted to see me. You Didn’t need a fucking psychologist to understand where he though his evening had been going. So we took him home and poured him drinks. It was awkward. He thought his chances with her had gone. So I left her with him so she could talk to him. I don’t know what she said but it did not bother him when I came back into the lounge, did not disturb him from kissing Becky. Neither did he takes his hand from our of her panties. The hem of her woollen dress was way high and I watch in beguiled fascination the crutch of her tights bulging as his hand worked her. It was as if a small creature was making a nest in there. Soon he had her naked and had pulled down his trousers. He fucked her just like that, on our sofa, his jeans around his ankles. When he had done, he stood up casually and left us to each other. I did not give her time to rise from the sofa, was on her and in her within seconds. Her cunt was a sloppy trifle. The thought of what he had left me meant I cum within seconds. We plan to go to the pub next Saturday. I wonder if Adam will be there.