Most weekday mornings I'd see him walking past our home. There was something familiar about him, but at the time I couldn't put my finger on it. Off to work I'd go kissing my wife good bye, putting the kids in the car, then dropping them of before I'd go and start my work day as a roofer.

My wife worked as an airline stewardess, which gave her iregular hours and iregular days off. Most days I'd pick the kids up from their after school club, as their mother would be off flying someplace.
Then one morning I fell from a low roof and knocked myself out. My work collegues took me to hospital even though I'd come around and I was given the all clear. They wouldn't let me finish the days work, so around lunch time, I headed off home.

There was no mistaking the sounds of my wife moaning sexually when I walked in. At first I thought she was using one of the sex toys we'd bought together to pleasure herself. That was until I heard a male voice telling my wife to mount him with her arsehole. When I reached the top of the stairs and peered into our bedroom, I saw my naked wife just about to impale herself anally onto a guy, who was lay on his back on our marital bed. I watched in total shock as she began to fuck herself using his cock. He'd reached up to grip her tits firmly and was thrusting upwards to meet her, as she slammed down onto his large cock.

In seconds I was in the room pushing my wife off of him, sending her flying across the bed and onto the floor. He tried to spring up to protect her and himself. But my fist struck his nose hard making a cracking sound. Blood spurted everywhere and the sight of his blood only enraged me further. By the time the police arrived he wasn't very well.

I was arrested and thrown into a police cell. My whole world had collapsed in one morning and I was so hurt emotionally inside. Over the next few weeks and months I was made by the legal system to leave my home, my kids and the final straw, my job, because of a criminal record for violence.

Five months later as I sat putting the phone down in the small bedsit I was living in, I learned the guy who I'd battered had moved into our home and was sharing my bed with my wife. I also learned why he seemed so familiar. I've always been a well dressed person. I love my designer clothing and shoes, and have always worked hard to able to pay for them. When they were no longer my favourites, but still in great condition, I'd get my wife to donate them to the charity her airline company had, to raise funds for disabled and terminally ill children. The reason he seemed so familiar was my wife was using some of the money I earned roofing, to give to him to buy him new clothing, as well as giving him my designer clothing instead of donating them.

The times I saw him walking past our home, he'd been checking to see if I'd left with the kids, and then as soon as I left, he'd be inside our home fucking my wife. Sometimes before she left to fly off somewhere. He'd also used our home to watch tv, eat our food and dissapear before I got home with the kids. All this information came from my children and learning it made me want to get my own back.

I'd re built my life, seeing my kids with parental access. Finding a new job and then in a huge break, a stroke of luck, I was given the oportunity to form my own roofing company. One of my old clients got in touch and wanted me to design and build a unique roof for his new home, which was being built. He was delighted with the results and offered to set me up with my own company instead of paying the full amount for the roofing job. I pondered it for only a day and then accepted his offer. Within a year through hard work, I'd bought him out and my business was growing so fast, I had to employ a team of roofers and builders.

One of the guys I'd employed was himself a reformed character. Someone you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of. I helped him out in a time of his life when he was down on his luck. And he became and still is a very close fiend. You see my friend is openly bisexual and loves nothing more than to tell me about his latest conquest, either male or female. We were in a pub on a Friday afternoon, discussing with a potential client a large buliding/roofing contract, when my friend took a phone call from an old friend. When he finished he asked me if I could finish the deal, as he was going to see someone.

The following Monday I asked him where he'd gotten to. Words cannot describe how absolutely stunned I was when he told me about his Friday afternoons fun. And what had happened subsequently. The phone call was from a male lover who had a free house over the weekend, as his fiancee was away for two days, plus her kids were staying with their grandparents.

These are his words as best as I can remember "I'd stayed over the Friday night, fucking him until we both fell alseep. Waking up I was fucking horny with a hard on. Waking him up by shoving my cock into his mouth, he started to suck me off, but I wanted his arsehole. Kneeling him up, I thrust my cock into him and was banging away hard at his boy pussy. He'd just asked me to fuck him harder when the bedroom door flew open. In steps some blonde bird and all hell lets loose". My friend then laughed before he added "The woman went mental, hitting him and trying to hit me. She accused him of cheating on their relationship all along and asked me how long I'd been having sex with her fiance". Now the crunch of it all. My friend told her they'd been having sex together for over eight years, as he casually dressed himself. Just before he walked out of my old home, he told his male friend "Thank you for the money and for taking my dick so good". The moment he said it, she went ballistic again and startred to throw things at her fiancee.

The neighbours called the police, she got arrested and the guy was seen walking naked away from my old house, with blood all over his face.

The outcome of it all is, my ex wife lost access to the chidren after I petitioned to get full custody because of her violence to her partner. They now live with me and my new partner, in the house I've had built. My old nemesis, her old lover, left the area (Someone mentioned with another broken nose. Couldn't stop laughing when I heard that) once my friend knew who he was to me. And as for my ex wife. She know lives at her parents house, has lost her job after certain allegations of home violence, which lead to her accepting a formal police caution, and her denial of articles for a charity somehow reached them. She's hoping to get a council flat soon I believe. And has to see an anger managment councillor before she can have full un supervised access to our children.

It certainly is funny how life works out.