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For years I put up with my mother saying "I wish you had found a nice girl like Amanda."
I'm Steve Hollis, Amanda was my older brother Mark's wife. Amanda was pretty and she came from a rich family, but as this story will prove money isn't everything.
When I was at school I hung around with a large group of friends, some male, some female. With a few exceptions in the group none of us dated, we were all friends simple as that. My mother hoped I would start dating Karen, a girl in our circle of friends. There was no chance of that happening, Karen was way out of my league, and I knew it.
After we all left school I kept in touch with a few of the old crowd, some just drifted off into new groups with work colleagues. I was working as a trainee car mechanic when I met Laura. Laura wasn't the prettiest of girls, partly because she rarely wore make-up. I liked her a lot and after I summoned up the courage to ask her out we started dating. Like any other couples of that time we had sex, and like a lot of couples we fucked up and Laura fell pregnant.
Scared shitless we sat and discussed it one night, in the end we both agreed an abortion was out of the question. We were both worried about telling our respective parents. I did the only decent thing I could think of and asked Laura to marry me. Her parents were not impressed that she was pregnant, although her Dad gave me some credit for not running out on his daughter. My parents were not pleased and they let me know it, my mother nearly collapsed when I said we were getting married.
The wedding was arranged so Laura wouldn't be showing when we said 'I do. As neither of us had any money or rich parents we married in the local registry office, my brother was my best man and witness, Laura's sister did the honors as bridesmaid and witness. There was no honeymoon due to lack of funds, so we started looking for somewhere to live. My boss's brother had a property rental and management company, he got us a lease on a small two bedroomed flat in a reasonable area.
I went along with Laura for her ultrasound scan, that was when we found out she was expecting twins. Both of us looked at each other with that "what the fuck are we going to do?" look.
We decided we would do the best we could and always put the kids first. I worked long hours to pay for anything we needed. One night as we sat watching television there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see my boss Brian and his wife Linda standing there smiling. I showed them inside and made everyone a cup of coffee. We talked and the topic of how we were going to manage financially was brought up.
"Steve, I know things are tight for you right now with the babies due and we want to help out. Let me know if there is anything you need and we will see to it for you." Laura was speechless and started to cry. Linda sat and comforted her.
"I don't know what to say Brian, apart from thank you."
"Don't say anything kiddo, you work your arse off so I reckon you deserve some help."
Brian was true to his word and after we made a list of what we needed I handed it to him saying "We would be extremely grateful for whatever they bought for us." Knowing Brian I figured he would buy the most expensive item, making it easier for us to afford the other things on the list.
Both Laura and I were totally stunned two nights later when they turned up with everything on the list. Linda explained that they were in our situation once and knew what it's like to struggle. The difference between us was Brian and Linda couldn't have kids, helping us was the next best thing.
Recently my brother and his girlfriend Amanda got married, they were both twenty-two at the time. Amanda's parents paid for the wedding, it was a lavish do with expensive flowers and the works. I think Laura was a bit jealous that she didn't get the same type of wedding, I told her I would have married her no matter what.
Twice during the wedding reception my mother made the comment. "I wish you had met a nice girl like Amanda."
This pissed me off because there was nothing wrong with Laura, she worked just like I did and we spent the rest of our time getting ready for the twins' arrival. I will admit Laura isn't the greatest housekeeper in the world, but the place is always clean, if not tidy.
The big day arrived and Laura gave birth to the twins, a boy and a girl. We settled on Jason and Sarah for names. It was hard work for both of us to start with, it got harder for Laura when I returned to work after a few days off. I worked as hard as I could and Laura did a great job looking after the babies. Sometimes I would arrive home and all three of them would be asleep, many times I cooked dinner and woke Laura when it was ready. We would eat, talk about our days and then clean up. Our sex life was okay but nothing to shout about, most of the time we were so tired we cuddled in bed and fell asleep before we could do anything. When we did make love Laura always enjoyed it and never complained. Laura always liked to suck my cock, she loved it when I licked her pussy.
My parents called around a fair bit to see the grandchildren, Mum always tutted at the state of the flat. We didn't have a tumble drier so everything went on racks in front of the radiators. I tried to let her comments go over my head, if anyone should have complained it was me. I knew how hard it was for Laura on her own all day with two babies.
As a way of saying thank you to my boss we asked him and Linda to be godparents to Jason and Sarah, they were delighted and agreed immediately. My brother told me that Jason and Sarah were the only grandchildren Mum and Dad would be getting, Amanda had decided she didn't want kids.
Laura and I struggled on for a few years until the kids started school, Laura went back to work and soon we were renting a house with a small garden for the kids to play in. It took us some time but we got the place looking nice despite all the furniture being second hand, the only new things we ever bought were ours and the kids beds.
Our respective parents were always pleased to see us when we visited, the grandchildren were growing fast and they loved my parents' big back garden. Laura's Mum was ill and her Dad spent all of his free time looking after her. He appreciated anything we did to help out, which wasn't much to be honest.
The thing that started to bother me was whenever we went to see my parent's Mark was always there without Amanda, when I asked where she was he said working away again. My Dad gave me a look as if to say. "don't ask."
We didn't see much of Mark and Amanda. I think it was more her choice than his, whenever they did visit I got the impression she thought she was better than Laura.
She usually made a few comments about how having kids was such a tie and she liked her freedom. Laura and I chose to ignore her rather than start an argument.
Just before the twins' sixth birthday Mark called round on his own, he said Amanda was working away and he was bored. I got the feeling that something else was troubling him, but wasn't too sure how to approach him about it. Several days later I found out what was bothering my brother. I was road testing a customer's car when I drove past where Amanda worked. She walked out of her office holding hands with some guy, they crossed the street and stopped to kiss. It wasn't the sort of kiss a married woman should be giving to anyone but her husband.
I struggled with my conscience about telling my brother what I had seen, Laura said I owed it to him to say something. I knew my brother well enough to know that if Amanda was cheating then they were done, he wouldn't stand for that. I decided to go and see my Dad. I hoped he might be able to suggest whether I kept quiet or not.
"Son everyone makes mistakes in life, it's whether they learn from them that's important." Dad told me.
"But Dad she could be having an affair and that's not right."
"I know Steve, but I think it's best if we let Mark handle it for now. If he finds out then we can be there to support him, the last thing he will want is you telling him Amanda is cheating on him."
I decided to keep quiet for now. A few weeks later Mark called and asked if I could help him on Friday evening. Naturally I agreed and he picked me up just after 7pm.
"So what is it you want help with Mark?"
"You'll see when we get there, but I hope I am wrong."
Mark drove to a Hilton hotel about thirty miles away, I looked at him as he parked the car.
"Please just let me be wrong," he muttered as I followed him into reception.
After a brief chat and showing his driver's license Mark was given a key card to Amanda's room. On the way up in the elevator he told me that he found out this wasn't a business trip, he wanted to know what she was up to. As we approached the room we could hear noises inside, it didn't take a genius to work out what was going on inside. Mark slid the key card into the door and opened it very slowly, we crept inside with me two paces behind him.
"Oh God fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Amanda's voice filled the room as two men fucked her on the bed.
Mark stood and watched for a few seconds whilst videoing the action, they were so engrossed none of them noticed us in the room. Amanda was riding one guy while the other fucked her in the arse, she was begging and screaming for them to go harder and faster.
I saw Mark slowly edge forward then he swung his leg up and kicked one guy right in the balls, the man howled as he collapsed and fell off the bed. Amanda screamed when she looked over her shoulder and saw us standing there, she covered herself with a sheet as the other guy got off the bed and approached us.
"Fucking perverts! Get the fuck out!" he yelled.
Mark stood his ground and punched the guy in the face, as he reeled backwards my foot connected with his crotch. He vomited all over the bed, Amanda looked on in tears.
"You fucking slut! Don't bother coming home again. I'll take your stuff to your parent's house, you can stay there." Mark growled at her before he turned and left with me following close behind. I kept quiet, I knew my brother wasn't in the mood for talking.
Outside Mark used some cutters and snipped all the valve stems on Amanda's car, it would take her a while to get the car recovered. We travelled back to Mark's house in silence, once inside we packed all of Amanda's clothes and stuff into boxes and loaded them into the car.
I had only met Amanda's parent's briefly at the wedding, I had no idea how they would react to the news their daughter was moving back home. Between Mark and I we unloaded all the boxes on the doorstep, I stood to the side when Mark rang the doorbell.
"Mark, what are you doing here and what are these boxes?" Amanda's mother asked.
"This is all of Amanda's stuff. As we are no longer man and wife I thought she could move back in here, before you ask this is why we are splitting up." Mark held up his phone for her mother to see the video, the poor woman nearly fainted.
We left her parents to carry the boxes indoors, Mark dropped me off at home. I offered for him to come inside but he declined saying he wanted to be on his own for a while. The twins were asleep so I looked in on them before I joined Laura in the lounge, I explained what had happened earlier. She was clearly shocked that Amanda would behave like that and expressed her sadness for my brother.
Things got really messy when it came to their divorce, Amanda started off wanting to go to counselling. Mark refused stating the marriage was over. I didn't know at the time, but she had been fucking those two guys for almost six months. When Amanda realised Mark wasn't interested in saving the marriage, she started demanding just about everything she could get her hands on. That stopped when Mark said he would make the video public so that her bosses could see it.
Amanda eventually accepted the marriage was over and agreed to the terms my brother set out, I don't know the specifics, but she didn't come out of it very well. It wasn't long after the divorce was final that Amanda started to bad mouth my brother to anyone who would listen. She made the mistake of doing it when Laura and I were on a rare night out, my parents were sitting the kids so we could go to the pub. We were talking to some friends when Amanda started with her poisonous talk.
Before I could say a word Laura stepped in front of her. "If you wanted to fuck around like a common slut why did you bother marrying Mark in the first place? He didn't deserve to be treated like that Amanda, you are a worthless whore!"
Amanda stood there shocked into silence as Laura slapped her across the face. "Before you bad mouth Mark, why not tell people what you were doing in a hotel room with two men. You disgust me, you're nothing but a slut." Laura returned to our group as Amanda left the pub in silence, some people sniggered as she walked out.
Later that night at home I told Mum and Dad what had happened, my Dad smiled and said Amanda deserved it.
When I got Mum alone I asked her a question. "Are you still sorry I didn't meet a nice girl like Amanda?" Mum just looked at me and smiled as if to say okay I was wrong.
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